“YEEEESSSSSS!”
It was too much for me. I couldn’t hold back as my gut tightened and I came hard for the second time of the evening.
“I feel you pulsing in me,” Harper told me as I got off.
“Damn that was fun!”
When I finally stopped, I pulled out and went to the restroom to get rid of the condom and to clean up. I found Harper under the covers, curled up. I let Duke out of his crate so he could go outside one last time. I showed him I had a treat so he’d be quick about it. He did his business and came right back in. He even went into his crate without complaining. I gave him his treat and turned out the living room lights.
Harper was sound asleep when I crawled into bed. She seemed to sense me and she rolled over and put her head on my chest, though still asleep. This was what I’d been missing. I fell asleep a happy boy.
Saturday March 14
I WOKE UP TO A BUZZING sound. It took me a moment to realize Harper was in bed with me and using one of her new toys. I opened my eyes and she smiled.
“Good, you’re up. I like my new toys, but I want the real thing.”
“Let me take care of Duke and I’ll be right back,” I told her.
He would hear us and get quite vocal in the morning if I forgot about him. I didn’t need him to rock his crate while I rocked the bedroom. I gave myself a mental head-slap for my terrible play on words. I put on sweats and went to let my pup out. I had his leash so he wouldn’t make a jailbreak and think we were going running. He was happy to see me, and when we hit the backyard, he went about his toilette. I took him to the back door of the house and set him free.
When I stepped into the bedroom, Harper tossed me a condom and got on all fours. Mr. Happy was more than ready. I stripped and put the condom on. Harper was on the edge of the bed and waved her cute butt at me.
“I thought we might want to spend some time and talk,” I suggested.
“If you plan on being my boyfriend more than a couple of minutes from now, there’d better be some serious lovemaking going on,” she warned me.
I smacked her butt, which earned me a glare. She was doing her happy grunts a moment later when I began to do as instructed. Harper must have used her little toy for a while because she was fully aroused. I was trying to keep from getting off too soon by trying to figure out if running or sex was better as a morning cardio when my mom called me on the intercom.
“David, we’re going to Granny’s for breakfast in thirty minutes,” Mom told us.
“I guess we have a timeframe now,” I teased Harper.
“Shut up.”
I guess someone was close. I was right, she climaxed hard only a few strokes later. I was close, too, so I pulled out and took the condom off, and after a few manual strokes ... I made a mess all over her butt. I admired my handiwork when she came to her senses.
“You’re such a bad boy. Now I have your stuff all over me,” she complained.
“I guess we’d better go shower.”
She made me clean up after myself with the detachable showerhead. We almost didn’t make it downstairs in time when I surprised Harper with the different shower head settings and what they could do. She vowed they would get one for the dorm.
GRANNY’S WAS PACKED as usual on a Saturday morning. Dad sent me to the hostess stand to get us a table. Granny was serving coffee and saw me. She came right over.
“I see you brought your whole family. Who’s the cute girl?”
I motioned for Harper to come over.
“Harper, this is Granny. She’s about to pull a rabbit out of her hat and find us a table for six adults and two high chairs.”
“Don’t let him bully you,” Harper said as she shook Granny’s hand.
“He never does, but I think we have something opening up soon. Let me have it taken care of while you two come with me and talk to my guests.”
Granny had a good time telling the women I was off the market. Harper did get a few dirty looks, but she took it well. By the time we were done, my family was having coffee and giant cinnamon rolls. I had a big smile when I saw Kyle and Mac working on little pieces of rolls. I imagined Angie and Greg would have their hands full when the sugar highs hit.
We had a nice breakfast as a family. Greg and Angie enjoyed school. Angie told us her due date was in the middle of May and Greg announced it was going to be a boy. That sent Mom into full grandma mode. The university was working to get them a three-bedroom unit. They could get them one for the fall without a problem, but the summer wasn’t looking good. Mom told them they would move back in with us.
Dad, Greg and I all looked at each other. There were two additional bedrooms, besides the ones Greg and I grew up in, on the top floor of the house. The only problem was, they were used for storage. We all knew Mom now intended for us to clean them out and get them ready for her grandbabies.
WHEN WE LEFT GRANNY’S, Harper was confused when we didn’t head back to my place.
“Where are we going?” she asked.
“One of my friends is in the nuthouse and I plan on springing her.”
I had arranged to get Tracy today because she wanted to go to our first baseball game of the season. She’d been getting out on visits to her parents’ house about three times a week. Tom thought she might be able to come home soon. I had visited every Tuesday evening I could. Pam had joined me on our visits, so I wasn’t surprised when it was commented on that I had a different girl with me.
“How many girlfriends do you have?” Velma asked as we came in.
Velma was in her late twenties and was a veteran who’d had some issues when she came back from the war. I liked her because she was very protective of Tracy.
“Velma, this is Harper, my girlfriend,” I said by way of introduction.
We were in the common area and several people turned to listen to our conversation. Tracy was across the room and made her way over to us.
“But Tracy said ...”
“Too much,” I finished Velma’s sentence.
Harper just shook her head. I enjoyed giving Velma a hard time.
“Hey, Velma, did you know that twenty-five percent of women are on some type of mental-illness medication?”
“Oh, good lord, he’s been using the Internet again,” Tracy almost moaned.
Velma just eyed me.
“It really makes me worried,” I told them.
“I know I’m going to regret this, but why are you worried?” Velma asked.
“It means that seventy-five percent are running around untreated!”
Harper was nonplussed that I would make that kind of joke in this setting. She was even more confused when everyone started laughing. I’d found they responded to these kinds of jokes. It showed I wasn’t uncomfortable with my surroundings, and by extension with them. One of the nurses had given me my material the last time I was there. They’d heard them all and helped me out with the tamer ones.
“Come on, before he gets started,” Tracy said as she grabbed my arm.
When we got to the car, Harper was ready to tear into me.
“What were you thinking?” she began.
“Harper, he was doing a good thing. The elephant in that room is we were just in a mental-health facility which specializes in depression. Most of our guests tiptoe around our reality when they come to visit. My fellow crazies and I appreciate the fact David doesn’t shy away from our situation. His stupid jokes put smiles on faces that really need them. We all look forward to when this goof visits,” Tracy said in my defense.
I smiled as the light bulb come on for Harper. She wasn’t done, though. She was a smart girl and Velma had left enough breadcrumbs for her to figure out that I came to visit Tracy with another girl.
“Who is David bringing to visit you?” Harper asked innocently.
Tracy burst out laughing.
“David, I like this one,” she said and then turned her attention to Harper. “I think you know our David has some friends. One of them is my best friend Pam. Velma assumed Pam and David were dating. Velma and I have had a few frank discussions about him.”