-Caleb- There was popcorn. And candy. And soda. But most importantly, there were blankets. Hank and my mother snuggled up under one blanket while Jacey and I sat side-by-side underneath another. My mother decided we should watch Snow White. I geared up for a long, boring movie about dwarves and
Hank slapped his knee. “That’s why you’re taking the year off! It’s not just about working. You want to spend some time with your girl!” “True,” I admitted. “Well, don’t let her derail your whole education. But good for you. A good woman’s hard to find.” Hank smiled as my mother entered the room w
Jacey blushed and then I was able to go back to tasting her. And some of me. I had cum quite a lot in her earlier. And I was going to again. “Caleb!” Jacey cried out when I sucked on her clit. She fisted her hand in my hair, and I chuckled against her nethers. I did it again, and felt her body fi
-Jacey- Caleb was very happy to lay on my breast, licking my nipple on occasion as we watched the movie and reaching up to worry the other one with his fingers every time my body settled down. In truth, I barely knew what we were watching because Caleb was playing with my breasts and sending deligh
Tears hit my cheek, and I realized they were his and not mine. “I’m sorry, baby.” “It’s okay,” I whispered, stroking his back. “Shh. It’s okay. I’m here, and I let you. You had my permission.” Caleb took a deep breath. “I saw Bill again.” “I thought so.” I cupped my hands around Caleb’s face and
“We’re not being dramatic. We love each other!” I all but shouted. “You can’t know it will last. And by the time you figure that out, you could be baby-trapped,” Jeanie said. I gaped at her. “You’re saying I’d baby-trap Caleb?!” “I’m saying he might baby-trap you. Or you might just baby-trap each
-Caleb- “How is your steak, Caleb?” Hank asked as we sat outside on the deck. Hank was grilling steaks, and of course, my mother had made side dishes. I must have looked pretty doom and gloom because Hank was frowning at me. “Steak’s great,” I said, trying to insert some enthusiasm into my respons
“Oh, really? Well, good for you. I suppose you’ll be paying your own tuition, too?” Hank said with false sweetness. I ground my teeth. “My father left me enough for a year or two of medical school. I don’t need your money.” My mother coughed. Hank just laughed. “Your mother and I used that money