We fell into an easy conversation as we enjoyed our meal. When it came to dessert, I tried Campanian sfogliatelle. The waitress told me it was a street food sold on Italian street corners, and that the word ‘sfogliatelle’ meant ‘many layers.’ I loved the crunch with every bite into the crisp shell and sighed with happiness when I reached the soft, creamy ricotta cheese center. It was a winner. Beth wimped out and got the old standby, a cannoli with a pistachio filling.
She tried to make me trade, once she tasted my dessert. I had to explain we weren’t dating. Somehow, she got more than half of mine, and most of hers. How do girls do that?
I PROMISED MOM I’D bring Beth over before I took her home. The kitchen light was on, so I brought her in. I was not expecting to see Beth’s parents there. Greg smirked when I came in, and Angie made moon-eyes at me. I guess my declaration of love beat me home. Mom made a beeline for Beth and hugged her.
“You don’t know how happy we all are right now. It’s been a dream of ours that you’d join the family,” Mom gushed, as she dreamed of our impending wedding.
I was silently swearing at me and my big mouth. I knew this was a total setup because Dad’s shoulders were shaking, and Mr. Anderson wouldn’t meet my eyes. I decided to go for it.
“I’m happy you’re all here. I want to share with you what a special person Beth is. I’ve known her all my life. She’s the one person with whom I can just be me and never feel judged. She has that special quality of making me feel grounded and loved. It doesn’t hurt she’s hot, either,” I said.
Beth was looking worried. She was a little gullible at times.
“Beth Anderson, I love you,” I said, taking both of her hands.
“I love you too,” she told me.
I could see my mom start to wonder if we were really ‘in love.’ Angie was holding Greg tightly, and Mr. Anderson took Mrs. A’s hand. I turned to all of them and smiled.
“Your daughter makes me very happy,” I said to Beth’s parents.
I got a serious look on my face.
“Mr. Anderson ... I have a very important question to ask you,” I said.
I heard Angie and Beth both suck in their breath. Mom’s mouth came open, and Mrs. A stiffened. Poor Mr. Anderson looked like he was facing a Mack truck! Dad was about to start laughing aloud. I had to look away from him and turned to see Greg wink at me.
“What time are you coming for Thanksgiving dinner tomorrow?” I asked.
There was dead silence, and then Beth whacked me on the back of my head.
“What? We have to know what time to have everything ready,” I complained.
I grabbed her hand and led her to my apartment. Right now, that seemed safer than facing my mom after I’d turned the tables on her.
I HAD TO SAY, I’D MISSED my friend. We were both eager to get to my bedroom. We left clothes strewn throughout my apartment. Beth burst out laughing when she saw my stripper underwear. By the time we hit the bed, we were both naked. I jumped on top of her and wiggled my hips until I was between her legs. I grabbed her wrists, put them above her head, and looked her in the eyes.
“Let’s make a baby tonight,” I teased her.
“Come here, I need to whisper something to you,” she purred.
The little minx bit my ear! I let go of her wrist, and she leaned over and grabbed a condom. I dutifully put it on.
“Why don’t you play like I’m Tami and you can be Simon so you give me a proper rogering,” she said in a terrible British accent.
“You are sooo bad,” I warned her.
“Hey, I just about had a heart attack when you acted like you were proposing. I get a little payback,” she huffed.
“I’ll ‘roger’ you,” I said as I eased into her.
“God, I missed you,” Beth moaned. “Do me, Simon!”
I flipped her over and smacked her butt. She squealed when I slammed home again. Game on!
Beth had obviously been without for a while. For the first time in a long time, a girl outdid me. I thought Harper was a challenge. Beth was horny and in a teasing mood. The combination was sexy, and she had me going for most of the night. Somewhere around two in the morning, I was done.
Thursday November 27
I WOKE UP TO BETH SLOWLY getting me hard. I winced because my member was sore. There was no way we were doing it again.
I was wrong. Beth climbed on top of me, after she put a condom on, and rode herself to an orgasm. When she was done, she rolled off me.
She looked down and saw I was still hard.
“Do you want to go again?” she asked.
“No, I’m good.”
She just cuddled up next to me, and we both fell back to sleep. Finally, at almost eleven, Mom came up.
“Get up!” she barked. “You two get your butts out of bed.”
We both moaned.
“You two are a bad influence. We had to listen to your brother all night long. I have no sympathy if you didn’t get any sleep. I said ‘UP!’”
I rolled out of bed and streaked into the bathroom. Beth joined me a few seconds later. We just giggled when we heard my mom mumbling something about ‘worthless kids.’ I let Beth shower first while I shaved. When I came out, I saw she’d stolen my new TEAM sweatshirt and a pair of sweats.
I got dressed in sweats and a sweatshirt also, and we went down to face the music. We were hosting Thanksgiving this year. Uncle John and Bonnie had arrived, so I gave both of them a hug. Grandma Dawson and Grandma Felton weren’t there; they had other plans. Beth’s parents and Tami’s mom rounded out the adults.
Babies were crying. All of a sudden, I had Mac in one arm and Kyle in the other. I handed Kyle to Beth and winked at her. She gave me a dirty look. Kyle wasn’t sure who she was, so he quieted down. Mac was being a little dickens, so I shocked her: I gave her a raspberry on her tummy. That seemed to work. We handed the babies to Uncle John and Bonnie.
“We just want to see what you two will look like in nine months,” I teased.
“Well, if we’re lucky, you aren’t so wrong,” Bonnie announced.
“We’re getting started on trying,” Uncle John said with a grin I was afraid would split his face.
I bumped Beth’s hip. She pinched my butt, so I gave her a knowing look. Dad went and got the good scotch, and the adult boys were sent to the living room.
GREG AND I GOT SOME alone time to talk. He told me about school and his business. Both were going well. I told him about the lingerie party and my escapades at the away game. He gave me a longing look in return.
“Do you miss it?” I asked.
“Miss what?”
“The girls.”
“Sometimes. Then I look at Angie and Kyle and I feel like the luckiest man in the world. It doesn’t help when I see you having so much fun.”
“I guess we’re a lot alike then because I see what you have with Angie, and wish I had that.”
“I know what you mean,” Greg said. “Can you keep a secret?”
I just nodded.
“Angie thinks she’s pregnant again.”
“That’s such great news. When are you planning on telling everyone?” I asked.
“We thought we’d announce it on our trip out west, over Christmas.”
“I’m so happy for you,” I said, feeling a little jealous.
“There’s more: we’re working to adopt Mackenzie. Joyce and her husband are going to divorce, and neither wants to raise a baby right now. The trip out west is supposed to ease us into it.”
“I thought Joyce was going.”
“No, she’s going home to tell her family. Mac and Kyle are thick as thieves. I’m a little worried about what they’ll be like when they get older. I love Mac to death. She had our hearts as soon as we met her,” Greg said, and then got serious. “I might need some help. We need to get a good family lawyer to help us with the adoption.”