empty—and then headed toward the bedrooms. She returned after a moment.
“The coast is clear. Now, where were we?”
She sank to her knees and unzipped my pants. I hadn’t worn my boxers home, and my dick was already growing. Christy gently pulled him out.
“Hello, Mr. Big,” she said. “You were such a good penis today. Of course, you’re a good penis every day, but you were especially good today.
So I have a reward for you. What’s that? Suck first? Okay, but only for a minute. Then Mr. Good Thing has a date with Miss Kitty. Yes, on the kitchen table. Is that okay? Awesome!”
Chapter 22
Christy and I decided to fly home a day early. We called the airline first and then Brooke.
“She’s fine with it,” Christy said as she hung up. “She has finals the rest of the week anyway. She’s still depressed about Fletcher, but…”
“It takes time,” I finished.
“Yeah.” Christy turned thoughtful and then said, “I was over Simon long before I broke off the engagement. It still feels weird to say that, though.
‘Engagement.’ I mean, I was barely eighteen when I met him. I thought I loved him, and maybe I did, but…” She shrugged. “To thine own self be true, right?”
“Easier said than done.”
“You can say that again. No, don’t. Anyway, I was over him, duh. But Brooke was still in love. At least, she thought she was. I’m not so sure, but who knows? She’s always been weird about her feelings. Even weirder about guys. She really came out of her shell with you, though. And now I think I understand why women throw themselves at you, like that flight attendant.”
“Women don’t throw themselves at me,” I said, “but… yeah, I know what you mean. I treat them like equals. I try to, at least. I still have stupid chauvinist moments, but I’m doing better.”
“At least you realize it. Most guys don’t.”
“No. I’ve been like that since Susan set me straight. Well, Susan and several other women. I’ve been lucky.”
“Mmm hmm. But only with the major ones, the ones who weren’t just notches on your bedpost. Oh, and for the record, I noticed that little comment.
You slipped it in when we were talking to Brooke yesterday.”
“You notice everything,” I parroted, “especially where I’m concerned.”
“And don’t you forget it, mister. But some of the others,” she continued without a pause, “the ones who were just notches…? Ugh! I don’t even know about half of them, but you have some real mistakes in your past.”
“Maybe. I let the little head make too many decisions. But I’m not the only one with mistakes in my past.”
“I had one! Vaughn. The others were nice guys. Not husband material, but still nice guys.”
“So I’m ‘husband material’?” I teased.
“You know you are. All my friends say so. Even my dad agrees. Rich is still on the fence, but he’s always been stubborn. Mom and I’ll bring him around, don’t worry.”
“Speaking of which,” I said, “we need to let your mom know we’re leaving early.”
“I think she’ll be fine with it. She’s been… weird… all weekend.”
Christy blushed and lowered her eyes. “I think she knows. What we were up to, I mean.”
I barked a laugh.
“What’s so funny?”
“Oh, she knows. We… um… ‘talked’ about it.”
Christy’s eyebrows hit the stratosphere.
“Not in so many words,” I added quickly, “but… we talked around it.”
“I should’ve known,” she said once she recovered. “She’s like me. Or I’m like her. Whichever. She sees everything and figures stuff out.”
“Mmm hmm. Which is why she went to early Mass yesterday and stayed late at her charity dinner. She could’ve come home earlier, I’m sure.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right,” Christy admitted. “Still, it feels weird to know she knows.”
“Oh, I know. I flip out whenever my mom mentions things I didn’t think she knew.”
“Yeah, but your mom’s different. Ha! I can say that again!” After a moment she shook her head and mused, “Never in a million years…”
“And you’re okay with… um… ‘things’?”
“That’s still a major understatement, but yes, I am. I told you, I won’t let anyone come between us. Not Rich, not that flight attendant, not even your mother.”
We shared a smile before I looked at my watch.
“Time to go?” she said.
“Yeah. We need to tell your mom and then start packing. I know how long you take. And remember, I have to check in at the gate an hour early.”
“Oh, that’s right! I forgot. Can’t we just buy you a regular ticket? Then we can get there whenever.”
“No,” I said firmly. “Last-minute tickets cost a fortune. Remember Thanksgiving?”
“Ugh, don’t remind me.”
“Right. So come on, Little Bit, we have a plane to catch. And then two whole days…”
“Two whole days,” she echoed dreamily.
“We can do anything we want and not have to worry about getting caught.” I let that sink in before I added, “But not if we miss our flight. Our schedule’s tight enough as it is. So, chop-chop.”
“Yes, sir, captain, sir!”
We made it to Atlanta without a problem, which was nice for a change. But our flight landed a little before midnight, and I wasn’t looking forward to a three-hour drive to Knoxville. I’d done it before, but I had a better idea instead.
“Hey,” I said as we walked out to the car, “I’ve been thinking…”
“Should I be nervous?” Christy joked.
“No. Although… maybe, yeah.”
“Then I think it’s a great idea!”
“You haven’t even heard it yet.”
“Whither thou goest, I will go.”
“I was thinking of spending the night here instead of driving home.
Besides, I… um… I’m pretty sure you have a kidnap or rape fantasy in that sexy imagination of yours.”
She stopped in her tracks and simply stared at me.
“Uh-huh, thought so.” I gestured for her to keep walking. “It’s more common than you’d think.”
“Still,” she muttered, “I didn’t expect you to just… guess.”
“I wasn’t guessing. Besides, that was an easy one.” I unlocked the Cruiser and tossed our bags in the back. I opened the front passenger door and stood in the opening after Christy climbed into the seat. “I thought we’d check into a hotel— No, a motel, someplace a real kidnapper would choose. I’ll abduct you from the parking lot and take you back to the room. Then I’ll have my way with you. Repeatedly.”
She swallowed hard.
“But that’s the kind of thing we need to talk about before we do it. So, I wanted to make sure you’re okay with it.”
“I… I think so. You have to promise me something, though.”
“Oh? What?”
“You won’t come inside me. We can’t mess around with that. Yesterday was our last safe day. Today’s danger week.” She sensed my reluctance and continued, “We can still do it, but you have to pull out. Come in my mouth or on my stomach or… anywhere but inside me.”
“I can stop and get some condoms—”
“No! I want to feel you, the real you.”
I felt my frustration building, so I clamped down on my emotions.
Christy noticed anyway. “I know you think I’m being silly. Brooke gave me a lecture too. So please don’t start. This is my way, the Catholic way. And it’s the only way I can do it if we want to… have sex.” She folded her hands in her lap and stared at them. “We don’t have to if you don’t want to. We can go back to before, to just blowjobs.”