Chapter Five

Oliver Facetimed me on Friday morning wondering when I was returning to the city. My initial reaction was to ask him why he even cared. Instead, I told him it would be the next morning.

“I miss you, Michelle. That little butt plug is staring at me right now.”

My anger quickly melted into a series of giggles. “And why is that?”

“It’s sitting in my hand, asking about your butt.” He holds up his hand and shows me.

“You’re so bad.”

“So how was Thanksgiving?”

When I told him about how Dad hightailed it out of noisyville, he cracked up.

“Sounds like your dad didn’t have much fun.”

“None at all. I’m sure he’s already dreading Christmas.”

Then he said, “Look.” He angled the phone down and his cock was in his hand.

“Oliver, are you doing the dirty while you’re on the phone with me?”

“Of course. I miss you so much, little Gumdrop. Every time I think of you, I get a fucking boner.” Then he broke into the melody of, “It’s not easy to be me.”

“You did not just sing that did you?” I giggled again.

“Uhhh, yeahhh,” he moaned. He switched the phone back so I could see his face. His lips dropped to the half-closed position and he licked them.

All my humor dissolved into desire.”Are you going to finish this off and let me watch?”

“Ohh yeah.”

His hand slid up and down, up and down. He was naked, I only now realized. As I watched, my sex heated to the point where I had to slide my hand between my legs. When his hand pumped faster, mine rubbed it to the same beat. Shit, this was hot.

“Talk to me. Show me where your hand is.”

I moved the phone so he could see.

“Get rid of those damn underwear and open up that pussy for me. I want to see.”

I tugged off my panties, one handed, and opened my legs wide.

“That’s it. Pretty. So fucking pretty. Now rub yourself. I’d ask you to use two hands, but I’d lose sight of you and that just wouldn’t do.”

He’s handling himself like a pro, pumping faster, the full length of his beautiful dick, stopping at the tip to put pressure on the head. I said, “I wish I could suck you off right now.”

“Ah, me too.”

He reached down for his balls and squeezed for a second and went back to the pumping action. Then he worked himself hard, and so did I.

I was so close, when creamy jets of cum shot in the air, spurting onto his abs.

“Now your turn.” A couple of minutes later, I got mine, breath coming as hard as my spasms. My pussy soaked my hand and right about that time, Mom walked in.

“Michelle, when do you want to go to breakfast?”

I yanked up the covers as soon as I heard the doorknob turning. “Whenever. I need to shower first though.”

“Okay. Dad and I will be waiting for you when you can be ready.”

Then she was gone. I picked up the phone and Oliver was cracking up.

“Did Mom catch you rubbing the bean, babe?”

“Jeez. Not quite, but close. I better start locking my door here. I gotta go. We’re going to breakfast. I’ll call you later.

The day flew by with lots of food and visits with relatives and on Saturday morning, I was headed back to Atlanta. Oliver was waiting for me at my house when I arrived. He helped me carry my bag inside and we decided to stay at home to watch a movie.

“How was your family?” I asked.

“The usual. Lots of food, and then I drove back here. Thanksgiving isn’t that big of a deal for us.”

“I see. What about Christmas?”

“What about it?”

“Is it a big deal?”

“Oh, yeah, I suppose. Like everybody else.”

He didn’t seem overly excited to discuss it so I let it linger in in the air for a second before I went on. “Are you spending it with them?”

He gave me an odd look. “Why do you ask?”

“Curious, I guess.”

“Where else would I spend it?”

“I don’t know.”

“Are you inviting me to spend it with you?” he asked.

That had never crossed my mind, but now that he asked, it sort of looked that way.

“I’m not sure your parents would want you to.”

“They wouldn’t care. I see them a lot anyway.”

Now I needed to check with Mom. “I have to clear it with my mother, but you’d be okay with that?”

“Yeah, I’d love to be with you on Christmas.”

His emphatic answer had my excitement building.

“Maybe we could go to your parents’ early on Christmas Eve and then leave for my parents. That way we could kill two birds.”

He glanced away and said, “Nah, my mom and dad really don’t care. Besides, it’s you I’m interested in.”

“Oliver, are you ashamed of me?” The question popped out before I had a chance to think.

“What?” His confusion was as clear as glass.

“Is that why you won’t take me to meet your family?” There, now it was out in the open and he couldn’t avoid it any longer.

“Oh, God, no. Is that what you think?”

“Yeah. You go home all the time and never offer to bring me with you. Even on Thanksgiving you didn’t extend an offer. Why wouldn’t I think that?”

He scratched his head then ran a hand through his hair. Then he placed his hands on my shoulders. “I’m not, nor would I ever be ashamed of you. It’s more like I’m ashamed of them. They’re a little weird to be honest. My sister dates a strange guy that none of us like, my parents don’t believe in alcohol in any form, and the whole situation is a mess. I’d rather not expose you to that if at all possible.”

“Why didn’t you just say so in the first place?”

He shrugged. “It’s not fun having a weird family. It’s kind of embarrassing, especially when you talk about your parents and how cool they are.”

“If you would’ve been at my aunt and uncle’s house for Thanksgiving, you would’ve thought my family was strange too. Everyone has crazies when it comes to family, believe me.”

“Maybe, but I don’t really like to talk about them.”

“Okay, I get it.”

“So where’s Sheridan? I thought she’d be here.”

“She actually went on a little holiday.”

“That’s cool. We should do that sometime.”

“Yeah, we should.”

“I’d love to take you someplace. You deserve a little vacation. Well actually, you deserve a long one. You work so hard.”

“Thank you, but you work hard too. We both should take a break.”

“I don’t tell you this enough, but I’m really proud of you. You’ve done so well in your job and I see how it excites you, Michelle.”

“That really means a lot to me.” And it did.

“I … I think you are the … you’re really special to me.”

I slip my hands around his neck. “You’re really special to me too.”

“Since we can’t take a vacation now,” his brows wiggled, “how about a little striptease in the meantime?”

“Like right now?”

He looked pointedly at my chest, and then down lower. “No time like the present.”

Oliver took my hand and drew me to my feet.

“Do you need me to start this off?”

“Some music might help.”

The next thing I knew, a sultry tune was playing and my top was off. My bra and thong followed and I swayed my hips. Wherever those moves came from I had no idea. I’d always danced, but not like this. I bent over at the waist, dropped my head, then threw it back letting my hair fly. My hand traveled over my naked body, touching myself until he took over, saying he needed to do to the rest. And he did a mighty fine job of it.

The rest of the night was one serious fuck fest, as Oliver demonstrated his artful mastery in that field. When morning came, I was delightfully sore in all the right places. He said I wasn’t allowed to go out of town again without him. I guess that meant he was coming with me to my parents for Christmas.