Chapter 15

He didn’t argue. Freya tenderly licked and gently sucked every inch of his cock and balls, even licking juices out of his pubic hair. Between coming twice already that evening and the almost sedate way that she was playing with him, he got slightly erect, but never back to full-mast.

Freya was a little disappointed, again, and started to bob her head up and down on his slightly floppy dick. The cock-hungry feeling was just starting to simmer way down inside her. The need that had already overpowered her three times in the past week. That emotion. That passion. That need. It was still distant, but was beginning to grow in her belly.

He rolled slightly and his dick pulled out of her mouth. She quickly grabbed it again, but he stopped her.

“Uh-uh. We should stop. I don’t want to, but we really should get dressed. Your parents are going to be home at some point.”

“Party pooper,” she pouted but let go of his dick and sat up in the bed. “Always the boring voice of reason.”

“You know...” Alex started. “We could get our own place...? Then we could do whatever we wanted to whenever we wanted to.”

“Right,” she said sarcastically, rolling her eyes. “Let’s get married, buy a house with a white picket fence, have two-point-three kids, and live happily ever after.” She looked at him. “Come on! We’re still teenagers.”

“I’m twenty!” he defiantly retorted.

“Yeah,” she said, dismissively waving her hand, then added, “I’ll tell you what. If you keep satisfying me like you did tonight, I guarantee that I will say ‘yes’ if and when you propose.”

“I’m going to hold you to that promise,” he told her. Of course, Freya already knew that they were going to spend the rest of their lives together.

Alex knew that, too.

Though neither one of them knew just how crazy their lives would get.

“Okay. Get dressed. Sorry about your shirt. I’ll find the buttons and sew them back on.” She got up and stood next to the bed, looking down at him, still lying there.

He gazed up at her naked body and his cock twitched. She noticed. “Hey, big guy,” she gave his dick a playful swat, then looked back at Alex, “You’re the one that said we needed to get dressed.”

“I’ll grab that shirt I ‘borrowed’ from you,” she said as she turned away from him. “But I want it back!” she said over her shoulder.

At some point in their lovemaking, her shoes had fallen off and he now watched her, for the first time completely naked, pad towards the bathroom. His cock twitched again as his eyes followed the sway of her ass. He wanted to be back inside her, so badly that he almost jumped up and ran to her, but they really did need to wrap things up.

Sometimes, it was a burden being the voice of reason, but he wouldn’t have had it any other way. He was madly in love with her and didn’t want to screw things up for either of them.

Almost as if she knew what he was thinking, she said, “I love you, Alex Prossa,” and smiled back at him. “I’m going to wash up real quick, then let’s see what you brought over for dinner. I’m starved!” And she closed the bathroom door.

“Do you want me to come with you?” Cynthia asked.

Katie looked at the floor, her lank, brown hair hung in her face. “No.”

“I can help you, Katie-bear,” Cynthia told her.

“I have to do this myself.”

Cynthia sighed in resignation. “You’re amazing. You’re a fucking warrior. Like one of those Roman goddesses. Like Aphrodite or something.”

“She was Greek,” Katie mumbled.

“What?”

“She was Greek. The goddess of love and beauty. A powerful Roman goddess would be someone like Juno, queen of the gods.”

“Whatever. The point is that you’re super strong.”

“I don’t feel very strong.”

“You are! You’re, like, the strongest person I know! How long did you keep your secret love for ‘moi’ locked away inside? And you still acted like everything was fine?” Cynthia explained. “How much strength did that take? You’re like Super Girl!”

“Yeah...” Katie said, unconvincingly.

“Come here!” Cynthia grabbed Katie is a big bear hug. And despite her dread, a tiny smile formed on Katie’s lips as she took some comfort in being nestled against Cynthia’s enormous bosom. To Katie, it felt like Cynthia was somehow transferring some of her own strength into Katie.

“You sure you don’t want me to come with you?”

Katie took a deep breath and mumbled into Cynthia’s right breast, “No. I’m fine.”

“You’re always fine,” Cynthia said sarcastically. “I can wait outside with the engine running. I could be your getaway car...?”

“No. But I probably will need you to pick me up when they kick me out of the house.”

“They’re not going to kick you out of the house, honey!” Cynthia reassured her. “I’ve known them my entire life. They’re cool.” Then, after a little thought, “Well, maybe not ‘cool,’ but they won’t throw you out of the house. They love you. They’ll understand.”

Katie said nothing.

“Now, I’m going to bring you home, my little lesbian lover, so you can tell your parents that you’re a homo!”

A sad chuckle came out of Katie.

“There’s my Katie-bear!” Cynthia cried with exaggerated enthusiasm. “Now, let’s go get ‘em!” And Cynthia slapped Katie’s ass.

Sitting in the driveway, Cynthia once again asked Katie, “Do you want me to come in with you? You know, for moral support?”

“No.”

“Okay,” Cynthia said. They sat there for another minute before Cynthia continued, “Well, I guess I’m going to be the meanie, here, Katie. Get the fuck out of my car and go tell your parents.”

Katie took one last shuddering breath and opened the passenger door.

“No kiss?”

“No,” Katie said as she got out of the car.

Although she was worried about her friend and wanted nothing more than to whisk her away to live a life of happiness and joy, Cynthia understood and simply said, “I love you, Katie.”