CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE
Greg's birthday was two weeks later. Every chance he got, he kept asking Lucy if she still meant it about using the camera again on his birthday. She would just smile mysteriously and say, "Of course, silly boy. Why would I change my mind?" "Well, what are you going to do?" he would ask repeatedly. "Greg, it's a present and you aren't supposed to know what your present is. It's a surprise. You'll have to be a good little boy and wait." Greg did an awful lot of pouting in two weeks.
Finally, Greg's birthday came, and still Lucy wouldn't give him the smallest hint of what she had planned, but Greg got to "unwrap" Lucy in the kitchen and he got a Happy Birthday blow job before he went to work that morning. All she told him was that she was going to make him homemade gnocchi and meatballs and chocolate cake from scratch. Greg was frustrated.
By 3:30, Lucy had everything ready. She ran upstairs, showered and dressed. Then she called the hospital to see if Greg had left. He was on his way and everything was ready. She was sure her brother was not going to "drop in" tonight. He and Julie had driven up to New York for dinner and a show and stay over night. No interruptions.
Greg got home around five. He walked into the kitchen looking for Lucy. Their dinner was in the oven waiting to be warmed up, but Lucy was nowhere to be found. There was a sign on the table. "Happy Birthday, Greg. "Follow the signs to your present." Greg smiled. The next sign pointed him to the dining room. That sign said, "Oops, you're cold. Not here. Try the family room." He walked to the family room. That sign said, "Sorry, colder. Try the stairs." Lucy had put signs all the way up the stairs. "Keep going. You're getting warmer. Warmer. Really warm! Starting to boil" There was one taped on her bedroom door. "You're boiling now, Stretch! Open the door!"
Greg slowly opened the bedroom door. His mouth dropped open. Lucy had hung "Happy Birthday" banners and streamers all over her room. There was a bottle of wine chilling next to the bed. She was sitting in the middle of her bed, and oh, how she was dressed! She had found a white halter dress like the one Marilyn Monroe wore in "The Seven Year Itch" and a blonde Marilyn wig. Lucy's girls filled out the dress much better than Marilyn's had. A lot more cleavage, just what Greg liked. Greg's jaw dropped. Lucy had the remote for the camera in her hand and she pressed "Record" as Greg slowly walked over to the bed, drinking it all in.
"Happy Birthday, Greg." Lucy whispered before she got on her knees on the bed and put her arms around him. He pulled her close for a kiss, and his tongue did a sweet dance around hers. He cupped her breasts through the dress and never broke his lip lock on her. Finally they came up for air. Lucy leaned over to pour them wine. Greg kept her body pressed against him, and his hand slipped up under Lucy's dress. He ran his fingers all the way up her tanned, smooth leg. He stopped. With a twinkle in her eyes, Lucy handed him his wine.
"Why Marilyn, you naughty girl. You seem to have forgotten something today." Greg said with a leer on his face. Lucy was naked under the dress. "Is that a problem, doctor?" she asked while sipping her wine. "I don't think so." Greg replied while trying to slip the dress off Lucy. Good Lord, he was rock hard already! Lucy stopped him. "Not yet, Stretch." She pulled his T-shirt off and started massaging his chest. Then she started working on his jeans and boxers. Greg had a perfect view of Lucy's cleavage. He ran his fingers across her breasts and slipped them under the dress and found her nipple. She let him rub it for awhile before she stopped him.
"Not yet." she said again. By then, she had pushed him down on the bed and propped him up against the pillows. He reached for the blonde wig and pulled it off Lucy's head and shook her curls out. "I don't like blondes." he managed to mutter as Lucy pulled off his shoes and socks, then the rest of his clothes. He finished his wine and tried to take the dress off Lucy again. She pushed him away. "God, Lucy, what are you doing? I'm ready to explode!"
Lucy examined him critically. "No, you're not." She fluffed up the pillows and pushed him back against them. She finished her wine, then poured another glass for both of them. Lucy started slowly stroking Greg's cock, and he was losing his mind. "Lucy, what are you doing?" he asked her again. It was practically a grunt. Lucy just looked at him while she was sipping her wine. She put both wine glasses on the night table and turned back to Greg.
"I have to sing "Happy Birthday" to you before you get your present. Greg groaned loudly in frustration. "Lucy, I can't hold out much longer!" It was Greg's turn to beg. "Sure, you can." Lucy said as she straddled Greg. He almost blew his load all over his belly right then and there when she did that.
As she straddled him, Lucy spread the dress around them. She began grinding her hips slowly against Greg's hard on. As she was grinding him, Lucy could feel drops of cum on his cock and smiled. She was wet already, had been since she heard Greg come home. She slowly slid the tip Greg's cock inside her and started singing Happy Birthday to him like Marilyn sang to President Kennedy. Breathless. Greg's cock was twitching inside Lucy and he was barely in control. Only being able to feel his cock inside Lucy and not see it go in and out of her was making him crazy. He grabbed her hips and started thrusting up into her.
She reached back and unzipped the dress and let Greg unwrap his present. He pulled the dress over her head just as she finished singing. Greg came mere seconds after he "unwrapped" Lucy. He no sooner started sucking a nipple than he shot his load inside her. He groaned in frustration but didn't stop sucking Lucy's nipple. Lucy was excited enough by what she pulled off that she came with a loud gasp as soon as Greg's orgasm started. She kept riding him until he went soft.
Lucy tried to get off Greg, but he pulled her down to kiss her. "Lucy, you are incredible. That was incredible." he muttered against her lips. Lucy smiled and finally managed to get off Greg and worked her way down for a blow job. Greg tried to stop her. "God, baby, I don't think I can." Lucy blew some raspberries on his belly and refused to stop. In a little bit, Junior was ready again and Greg pushed Lucy on her back.
He started frantically kissing and caressing every part of her body he could reach. Lucy was getting hot. Greg put his face between her legs, licking her lips inside and out, top to bottom, and inserting one, then two fingers in her pussy. He moved his fingers in and out quickly while his tongue worked her clit.
Lucy was twisting and moaning under Greg's hands and mouth. "Greg, now!" Lucy moaned. "Fuck me now!" She started playing with her breasts, rubbing her nipples. Greg stopped eating her and spread her legs. He teased her with the head of his cock until she begged him again to fuck her. He pushed all the way in and started pumping fast and hard, butting up against her cervix with each thrust.
Lucy spread herself a little more and then wrapped her legs around Greg's waist. Her walls started to spasm. Her juices flowed over Greg's cock, and her orgasm started to come in waves. Greg couldn't control himself anymore and shot his load in her. He collapsed on her with a loud groan, burying his face in her neck, saying her name over and over.
"I thought you couldn't, Greg." Lucy said while trying to catch her breath. She ran her fingers through his hair and wrapped her legs tighter around him, wanting to keep him inside her as long as she could. "Apparently I lied." he muttered against her neck, kissing it. He stayed on top of her until he could breath normally, then rolled off her.
Greg pulled Lucy close to him and held her, stroking her back. Lucy was playing with Greg's chest hair and was actually starting to doze off when Greg startled her awake by playfully slapping her butt and saying, "Hey, you promised me dinner, baby. Where is it? I'm starved!" "Greg, you did that on purpose! I was almost asleep!" Lucy exclaimed. "Too bad, baby, I want my birthday dinner." She groaned in frustration.
"Do you want to eat in the kitchen or up here?" she asked. "Up here." he said with a lopsided grin. "It's my birthday." Lucy rolled on top of Greg and was playfully kissing him. "Get your ass downstairs in ten minutes to help me bring everything up here, or you don't get desert!" "Oh, all right." Greg grumbled. Lucy reached for her robe. "Hey!" Greg hollered. "It's my birthday! I want you naked!" "Nope." Lucy said with a grin. Then she flashed him and went downstairs to warm up their dinner. Greg fell back on the bed with a loud groan when she flashed him.
Lucy had already started warming up dinner when Greg came down to help her. He brought the bottle of wine with him. He had put his pajama bottoms on, and Lucy looked slightly disappointed when she saw the pj's. "Greg, I thought you''d come down in your birthday suit." Lucy said with a wicked grin. Greg ignored her and put his arms around her. "You know what, baby?" he said as he nibbled her neck. "What, Greg?" "Let's just have dinner here. This is just too much to deal with."
Lucy worked herself free from Greg's grip and said, "Are you sure?" "Yes, ma'am, I'm sure." Greg said while trying to look like a solemn little school boy. "Oh, well." Lucy said, "It is your birthday". She set the table, and they sat down to dinner. As usual, Greg ate like he was starving, and like any good cook, Lucy appreciated it. Lucy chattered through dinner, mostly about baseball. When they were through, Greg helped her clean the table and load the dishwasher. Lucy put her hands on his shoulders and pushed him back to his chair. "It's your birthday, Stretch. You're temporarily excused from these duties."
Lucy got out the cake she had made from scratch. It was the same on her mother made for Greg last year when she had sent him all the flowers. She put an entire box of candles on it and brought it to the table singing "Happy Birthday" again to Greg. He laughed loudly when he saw all the candles. "Now you have to make a wish and blow out the candles, Birthday Boy." Lucy said with a grin. Greg was still laughing. "Baby, you are just too much."
He got all the candles out in one shot, but in a few seconds, about half of them lit up again. Lucy had gotten trick candles. The look on Greg's face was priceless and Lucy dissolved into a fit of giggles. "What's the matter, Greg? Not enough hot air to blow them out?" Lucy managed to get out. Greg tried again. The candles relit again. Lucy couldn't stand it anymore. She pulled the candles off the cake & put them in the sink to run water on them. Greg was still at the table, shaking his head when Lucy turned around. She went over to him and sat on his lap and started nibbling his neck.
"Are you having a nice birthday, Greg?" she whispered against his neck. "The best, Lucy. I couldn't have asked for anything better." Greg said before he kissed her. "Mm, Greg, shouldn't we be eating cake now?" Lucy managed to mumble when Greg let her up for air. "I want this now." he growled into her neck as he opened her robe. "Leave it open so I can see you." Lucy saw the bulge in his pajamas and obliged him. Greg turned her so she could give him a lap dance. Lucy began grinding up against him while he sucked her nipples hungrily.
"Greg, are you sure you want to do this now?" Lucy managed to ask. He looked at her, not even bothering to stop sucking her nipples. Lucy managed to wiggle free of his grip, but she didn't close her robe. She came back to the table with a knife, plate and fork and she handed the knife to Greg. "Cut your cake." she said. Greg cut the cake and Lucy put the slice on the plate, ending up with icing covered fingers in the process. Greg pulled her back on his lap, took her hand and licked the icing off of her fingers. Lucy started feeding the cake to Greg.
"Like it?" she whispered in his ear. "Mmmm, yeah. Did your mother fly back to make this for me?" Lucy stopped feeding Greg. "What did you say?" she asked. "Did your mother fly back to make this cake for me?" Greg said with a straight face. "That's it!" Lucy said as she got off Greg's lap and closed her robe. "Birthday's over. Sleep in your room tonight!" Lucy was just standing there with her hands on her hips glaring at Greg.
"Jesus!" thought Greg. "I was only teasing her!" He started thinking. It wasn't that time of the month to use condoms yet. He could set his watch by that. He'd better calm her down. He got up from his chair and slowly approached Lucy. She backed away from him with her hands curled into fists. "Lucy, I was only joking. I know you made the cake. It's delicious. I'm sorry." He put his arms around her. Lucy wouldn't relax. "Lucy, I'm sorry." Greg whispered in her ear as he rubbed her back. She relaxed and looked up at him with those big brown eyes. "Lucy, please don't cry." Greg said. "I won't. I'm sorry." she said. "You never teased me about my cooking before." Greg was lost in her eyes. He kissed her nose. "Let's go upstairs and finish my birthday." he said.
Greg helped her finish cleaning the kitchen, took her by the hand and led her back upstairs. When they got to her room, he pulled her in for a kiss. Lucy pressed herself tightly to Greg. Her bad mood had passed as quickly as it came over her. They walked over to the bed still kissing each other, and Junior was making an appearance. Lucy startled Greg by pushing him back on the bed.
"Lucy Mazzelli, are you getting rough?" he said with an evil grin. By then, Lucy had pulled his pajama bottoms down. She looked at him and replied very innocently, "I wanted to check out the bulge in your pajamas. I thought you might need medical attention. I think you do." She straddled him and just looked at him for a few seconds. Greg reached up to try and open Lucy's robe again. She pushed his hands away. "Lucy, baby, please let me see." he said hoarsely. "Don't tell me you've already forgotten what I look like naked? You're a bad boy." Lucy said.
Greg tried again and she pushed his hands away again. "No." she said softly. She could feel Greg's cock throbbing between her legs. "Lucy, please." Lucy slowly opened her robe. Greg reached for her breasts. She leaned back just out of his reach. "Lucy." he growled. Then he startled her by sitting up and grabbing her in a bear hug. He kissed her hard, and practically tore her robe off her; his hands were rough on her body.
"Is it still my birthday?" Greg asked with a rough edge to his voice that Lucy had never heard before. She hesitantly said, "Yes." Greg hadn't really been that rough, but she was starting to get scared. "Then can I have what I want?" Lucy didn't know what to do. "As long as you're not unreasonable or planning to hurt me, then you can have what you want." she said, trying to not be afraid. Greg looked at Lucy and realized that he somehow just scared the crap out of her. That wasn't his intention. "Lucy, I would never hurt you." he said gently. "If you don't like what I want you to do, just say so and I'll stop."
"Okay." she said hesitantly. Greg kissed her again and slowly began massaging her breasts. Lucy was moaning with pleasure. He put his hand between her legs and slowly fingered her. She was wet, but not as wet as he hoped she would be in a few minutes. He stopped. "Don't stop, Greg, please." Lucy whispered against his mouth. "I'm not going to, baby. I want you to turn around and get down on your hands and knees." Lucy was puzzled and scared.
It's all right, baby. I won't hurt you." Greg said soothingly. Lucy didn't move a muscle. "Baby, it won't hurt, and we'll both feel good." Lucy still wouldn't move. Greg tried again. "Baby, I promise I won't hurt you." Nothing. He couldn't figure out why she was so scared and he didn't want to force the issue. He just took her in his arms and started kissing her again until she relaxed, and Greg started making love to her again.
He gently pushed her down on her back and spread her legs. He fingered her until she was wet again. He got on his knees between her legs and started massaging her breasts. Lucy was completely silent, just watching him. Greg knew she was getting turned on. Her body, always warm, was getting warmer, but she wasn't making a sound or moving. How was he going to get a response out of her? He had a boner he wanted her to take care of!
"Young lady, you seem to be a bit warm. Are you getting sick?" he asked softly. "I think I should take your temperature." Lucy's expression had not changed, but she replied just as softly, "Do you want me to get a thermometer, doctor?" Greg smiled in relief. "No, that won't be necessary." he said. "I have a thermometer right here." He stroked his cock a little and started to "take her temperature."
"God, Lucy, you have a tight pussy!" Greg managed to get out as he slowly pushed himself inside her. Lucy started to smile and slowly began thrusting her hips. "Does my pussy feel good, Greg?" Lucy asked. "Yeah, baby, tight, hot and wet for me!" "It's only like that for your big dick, Greg." Lucy managed to get out as she slowly started losing control. She squeezed her walls around Greg as her juices flowed. He put his thumb on her clit and started pumping faster.
Lucy's head was rolling back and forth on the pillow and she drew her knees up so Greg could go in deeper. Greg felt her walls start to spasm, and he got ready to ride the waves of her orgasm. She said his name once, almost screaming with the sensations he was giving her. He couldn't hold back anymore. Her name escaped his lips as he pumped her hard and fast and exploded inside her. He went soft almost immediately. He pulled her close and they started gently kissing and fondling each other. The video camera was completely forgotten.
"She's amazing!" Greg thought as he looked at her as he gently stroked her breasts, belly and back. "She did all this for me, and what do I do? I scare her, but she lets me make love to her again anyway." He still couldn't figure out what he had done to scare her. Lucy was exhausted, but she put Greg's hand on her nipple so he could rub it. He did so very slowly and gently. "Greg?" Lucy whispered after about ten minutes of "playing". "Yeah, baby." Greg whispered against her neck. "Do me again?" "Really, baby?" he asked. "Aren't you satisfied yet?" he said with a wicked grin. "No never." Lucy replied with a sleepy smile.
Greg just looked at her, still gently stroking her body. He was so lost in the sensations of being with her like this that he really didn't realize he was getting hard again until Lucy put her hand on him. How on earth did she manage to have him get it up for the fourth time? He couldn't believe it. "It's not midnight yet. It's still your birthday." Lucy said as she pulled him down for a kiss, already spreading her legs for him. She really did want more tonight. Greg settled himself gently between Lucy's legs and slowly started pumping her. Before his lips hit Lucy's, Greg told her he loved her.
It was a very happy birthday for Greg House. He got what he wished for when he blew out the candles on his cake. Lucy sleeping in his arms, loving him like no one had ever loved him before.