He chuckled. “You’re mine alright.” I liked his fast hands. He was impatient boot-shopping Fisher with his cock out as he thrust into me in a matter of seconds.
“Fishe—” I wasn’t prepared for that quick of an invasion.
He silenced me with his hand over my mouth and a harsh “shh” in my ear. Fisher moved with intention with one hand giving attention to my clit while his other hand snaked up my shirt and used my breast like a handle.
It was quick and dirty … and I liked it.
And we finished, just minutes later, he fetched a new roll of paper towels and handed me several squares.
My hero. I laughed at the thought.
My hero also leaned against the corner of a shelf and opened a bag of popcorn, eating it while watching me pull up my panties and sweats. Then he grinned while I looked around for a place to put the wad of paper towels that had his mess in it.
I slipped it into my pocket.
He smirked. “Don’t forget to take that out before you wash those. It’s like Kleenex. It’ll make a mess in the washer and dryer.”
“You look a little too pleased with yourself.” I snatched the bag from him and grabbed a handful with my non-cleaning hand.
“You started it.”
“You invite me over for bakery fun. I brought extra frosting! Then I get here only to discover it’s a sausage fest.”
“I want you to come to Christmas dinner with me. Rory and Rose too, of course.”
“How did we go from sausage fest to Christmas dinner?”
“I want my family to know it’s you.” His hand dove into the bag of popcorn. Fisher discussed our relationship and the sheer gravity of telling his family like it was nothing more than an invitation to grill out with neighbors.
It was Christmas with his family! The family who just learned about the end of his engagement to the woman they loved like their own.
“Yeaaahhh …” I grimaced. “But do they want to know quite so soon?”
“Yes. My mom’s words were, ‘Well, dear, if you’re in love with another woman, she must be really special. So you need to bring her to Christmas dinner.’”
I fed my anxiety with another huge handful of popcorn, then I mumbled over it, “I think you should tell them ahead of time.” I chewed a bit and swallowed. “There is no reason for a surprise. Unless you’re a celebrity, nobody likes to be the mystery guest at a party.”
He shook his head, stealing the bag back and closing it with a chip clip. “It will be fine.”
“Let me rephrase it for you. If you don’t tell them ahead of time, I won’t go with you. And I’m on call this week. When you dumped me after coffee at Starbucks, I volunteered to be on call over Christmas with one of the other midwives. So I can’t make any guarantees, even if you do tell them ahead of time.”
His head jerked backward. “I didn’t dump you. I dropped you off at your house, but I didn’t dump you. You were the one who left me with the parting words of ‘I will never regret not giving you my virginity.’” Fisher used a feminine voice while mocking me.
“Well I don’t.” I tipped my chin up. Even with a pocketful of his cum, I had no regrets.
“You had me. Before I got my memory back, you had me. I thought this first love of yours was a total schmuck for not taking it if you offered it. But now I remember why I wasn’t camping out all night to be first in line for the virgin lottery.”
I bit my lips to keep from laughing. Virgin lottery?
“You carried that V-card like a bomb. I wanted nothing to do with it. The responsibility? Given the fact that you were eighteen and clueless as to where you were going in life? No thank you. You can ‘not regret’ not giving it to me all you want. But I ‘not regret’ not taking it from you even more.”