JUNE 24TH 2006
Turns out Ana's lack of balance and coordination isn't just limited to her legs, her hands suffer from the similar malady. Fortunately for her, her legs have gotten a lot better. The lack of coordination in her hands is astonishing, if I have to listen to her butcher one more classic I will lose my shit. "Ana just accept there are some things you can't do." Elliot begs.
"But I'm getting better." She moans.
"I'm afraid you are not," Ray mutters under his breath.
"Maybe you should try another instrument." Grandma innocently advise.
"Oh god please no," Mia says. "Ana you know I love you, but you've made several attempts to learn how to play the piano, the guitar, and the trumpet." She adds.
"It was the harmonica." She defends.
"With you playing who knows the difference," Elliot says laughing.
"Elliot." Mom warms.
"Oh come on mom, I realize Ana can do no wrong in your eyes, but no one is perfect." Can't fault that argument.
"Christian." She asks and Elliot groans.
"I'm afraid Elliot is right." Elliot nearly chokes on his drink.
"Wait… you agree with me over your sidekick. Hell has frozen over people." He shouts.
"How do you know hell is not a frozen pit already?" I ask making Ana giggle.
"Well it's hell fire, everybody knows that." He argues.
"I don't do you, Ana." She shakes her head.
"You know what, fine. Hell could be a frozen pit."
"Elliot you really need to work on not giving in so quickly," Dad tells him.
"Unlike some people I know and accept my weaknesses." He says smugly looking at Ana.
"Hey, bro."
"What's up E?"
"Look… I realize I haven't exactly been the best person to share an apartment with…"
"Elliot, if I had an issue… I do… one night without your headboard banging against my wall would be greatly appreciated."
"Sorry bro, I'll be a hell of a lot more considerate from now on."
"Thanks, E." It's his apartment he doesn't have to do shit but he is, and I'm very grateful, his place is closer to GEH.
This week I've come to the realization I need to take better care of myself, I got a fever, and my immunity was practically nonexistent and without it, I had nothing to fight off the fever. I took the rest off the week off, I decided if I going to work more hours than I rested I needed a very healthy lifestyle, meaningless takeaways with Elliot and more home cooked meals and I needed to work out a hell of a lot more. I have now commissioned a company to install a full state of art gym in the basement of GEH, and I also hired a personal trainer.
"I am warning you… be nice to the young man." Mom says pointing her finger at us. "He's a nice young man; I don't want you scaring him away." He's got one thing on his mind, and us men know it.
"Sure Grace, best behavior," Dad says.
"Scouts honor," Elliot adds.
"Ditto." Is my response and Ray simply nods. She sighs knowing full well we don't mean a word of it. The door bell goes and Mia races down the stairs hoping to make it to the door.
"You don't want to appear eager," Ana says shoving her back up the stairs before getting the door.
"Hey, Brad," Ana says.
"Ana." He sounds nervous, so he should be.
"Go through, I will just go and make sure Mia is ready.
"Hello, Brad." Mom greets warmly.
"Dr. Trevelyan." He says shaking her hands with his sweaty palm.
"No need to be nervous, have a seat, would you like a drink?"
"No thank you." He says.
"So you are the young man taking Mia out," Ray asks.
"Yes, Sir." He answers.
"Mom," Mia shouts and knowing she's leaving us alone with Brad she eyes us before leaving.
"Let me make one thing clear, whatever impure thoughts you have swimming in that head of yours, you keep it to yourself. Do I make myself clear?" He stares at Ray and nods his head vigorously.
"I didn't hear you." Ray Growls.
"Ye… yes, Sir."
"Good." Elliot and I are struggling to keep it together.
"Brad." He scurries out of the room.
"Hey, Mia, ready to go."
"Nice young man," Ray says when mom and Ana walk back in. Elliot and I lose it.
"So Ana… Any young man…"
"Nope." She says before dad finishes his sentence and promptly walks out.
JANUARY 23RD 2012
"Well, you know my feelings towards you changed when you turned 18, well it just didn't feel right having sex with some random chick. It was an easy decision to make. The sex I now know was okay… compared with what we have."
"Okay?" I sense a hint of disbelieve.
"Honestly, it was okay… yeah at the time I thought it was good, but I now know better." She nods. "I went out with Elliot, and this girl wouldn't leave me alone, she followed out into an alley when I took a phone call and give a blow job… Ana, it took forty-five minutes for me to spurt out a little cum and it did nothing. She asked me if I was gay…" She's trying really hard not to laugh but fails miserable.
"I'm sor… ry." Still laughing.
"You done?"
"Sorry, sorry carry on."
"Every night I went to bed and woke with a hard on because I had ridiculously inappropriate dreams about you. Don't ask." She pouts. "I jerked off every morning, and I was still hard. I was walking around with a constant hard-on and if I thought it couldn't get worse, the following summer you stayed with me I must have jerked off two or three times a day." The summer before your 21st birthday I went to Washington and a girl I knew from Harvard made it clear…"
"Made what clear?"
"Well… you know."
"No, I don't." She's enjoying my discomfort.
"I went to the bar at two in the morning, I was the only one there it was dead, and she came out of nowhere and dropped to her knees and gave a blow job."
"And how long it did it take you to come this time."
"I didn't," I mumble.
"Was she that bad?" She asks smirking.
"No… but when you are attracted to someone else, hell in love someone else it doesn't matter how good someone is… it was not you. God, I felt so guilty like I cheated on you or something."
"Yeah I know what you mean." She says absentmindedly.
"What do you mean?"
"Christian I two dates in college but as great as they where I just didn't want to be in their presence… it felt wrong." I nod.
"Anyway I went back to my room, and I called you… talk about making me feel worse."
"Why?"
"You don't remember?" She shakes her head. "You were editing some book…" She cracks up laughing.
"Blame Kate for that one." What?
"You did that on purpose?" She nods biting her lip.
"God I felt so bad for jerking off while you were reading and this whole time…" She was editing some erotic novel and decided she needed my input, those words coming from her mouth was too much, and I found my dick in my hand while I listened to her read. "I can't believe you did that to me."
"You weren't the only one having fun with yourself."
"See now you can't say shit like that and just expect me to accept it," I say kneeling between her legs. "Come on baby just once… let me see you play with yourself… pleeaasee." She bites her lip, and I know she's contemplating it.
She pinches, pulls and rolls her nipples between her fingers, slowly working her hand down her stomach past the little bit of pubic hair and opens her folds, her finger brushing over her clit… "Your lunch is here Mr. Grey."
"Huh… What?" I ask a little dazed.
"Your lunch, Sir."
"Oh yes, thank you, Andrea." The only thing I've thought about this morning was my weekend with Ana.
One more meeting, just one more and I can go home with Ana. Our weekend was… there are no words to describe our weekend, we barely slept, talked all night in between bouts of making love or fucking or just oral. God watching her play with herself was torture, the way she teased me, slow and cruel before she plunged her fingers in and out of her pussy, I watched as her juices flowed between her fingers as she came, my name on her lips.
I eat my lunch hard as a rock, wishing today of all days Ana didn't have a lunch meeting with a potential new author because I am desperate for the relief only she can provide. As much as I try not to think about our weekend I can't, I find myself daydreaming about how glorious she looked as she rode my dick, how great my dick looked plunging in and out of her ass or the sheer exquisiteness of fucking her tits. The naked game of pool was my favorite; every time she bent over to take a shot I could feel my willpower climbing out the window. We never finished the game as I drove my dick into her as she went for another shot. I fucked her long and hard on the table. Playing pool will never be the same again.
Fuck it, her meeting should be over by now, I'm calling her. "Hello, love." She giggles knowing what I want.
"How can I be of service, Mr. Grey." She purrs.
"I was thinking about our weekend, and I got myself in a bit of trouble, a real hard one." God that sounded corny but I don't care.
"You have a knack for getting yourself into trouble, how hard is it."
"Rock solid, the kind only you can deal with." She moans.
"I'm on my way up." Fuck yes.
"An ice sculpture, what for?"
"It will look good, with the colors you picked, a winter theme is actually perfect."
"But why do we need an ice sculpture," I ask again.
"It adds to the effects."
"Mia, I don't want an ice sculpture, I want a simply, elegant wedding without all the embellishment. Can you please do that?" I look at Ana, see I'm keeping my temper in check. Mia flips through several pages of her wedding binder; clearly, they are all pages with embellishment.
"Okay…" The doorbell goes interrupting Mia.
"We are not expecting anyone are we?" My mom asks looking around.
"Hello." The irritating voice of Lily greets, I see the smirk on Mia's face, and I know she's up to something.
"Hey Lily sorry about this, we still have a little more work to do, I was hoping to be done by now." What is she talking about we just started?
"Mia went on…" Ana squeezes my thigh to get my attention and shakes her head at me. "Carry on," I tell Mia ignoring Lily. If only she'd take the hint.
"Hello Christian, how are you?" Ana chokes out a laugh.
"Lily." Is about all I can manage.
"Hello." She says as though she's just realized there are other people in the room. There are mutterings of Lily.
"I don't know what you find so funny," I whisper to Ana.
"Sitting chart," Mia says getting us back on the topic. A what chart. "Excluding family, we have 92 people attending the wedding. So I say 9 tables of 10 and 1 table of 12."
"Is that the exact number of people coming," I ask.
"Yes, from the save the date cards we sent out." Mom answers.
"That works out well." I murmur.
"The family table is also 10 people, yeah works out well," Mia adds.
"So when is the wedding?" Lily asks.
"Need to know," I growl. "You are not invited," I mumble.
Ana excuses herself to use the bathroom, I answer some emails not paying much attention to the discussion of music, décor, plate setting and centerpieces. After a while, I notice Ana is not back in the room, and I decide to go find her, when I hear voices, probably on the phone with Kate, when I get closer I realize she's not talking to Kate.
"Lily you are Mia's friend, not mine, why will I invite you to my wedding when we are not friends." I hear Ana say.
"So if Mia invites me you won't have a problem with it." Lily counters, I didn't even notice she wasn't in the living room.
"Why will I have a problem with it?" Ana asks knowing full well Mia has no intention of inviting Lily.
"Nothing just checking… so you and Christian going all the way."
"All the way." I can hear the amusement in Ana's voice.
"I mean getting married and everything." She makes no sense.
"That is what the wedding is for," Ana says slowly.
"Ana," I shout, ending the nonsensical conversation. "There you are, I wondered where you disappeared to." Kissing her hair.
"Right here." She smiles at me.
"Lily do you have a boyfriend." The abruptness of the question catches her off guard.
"No, no boyfriend."
"Have you ever had a boyfriend?" I continue.
"Yes, why?" She smiles seductively at me, does she actually think this is a come on.
"It's just the way you always seem to be sniffing around me, I would think it would be hard to find a boyfriend when you are so busy trying to get my attention. I'm getting married to the woman I'm in love with, not interested in anyone else. Do you think you can act with a bit of self-respect and dignity." I've pissed her off.
"You think you are so special." She barks.
"I don't, but you seem to think so." I counter.
"What's so special about her anyway." She sneers pointing to Ana.
"How long have you got." Without waiting for a response, I shut the door in her face and lock it.
"Asshole." She shouts.
"Had enough," Ana asks.
"Ana I've put up with that since Mia met her in high school. Why did she invite her anyway." I ask.
"Since we got engaged Mia has been rubbing it in her face."
"What, my sister, my lovely couldn't hurt a fly sister," I say with my hand on my heart.
"Uh huh, we had lunch the other day at the Mile High Club, and she was there for lunch with a friend. Mia invited them to join our table, only to go on and on about our engagement and wedding. Your sister can be vindictive when she wants to be." She tells me, but I'm busy admiring the little cleavage showing when her shirt popped open. "God I can't wait for Kate and Elliot to get home tomorrow, I hope Mia is right, and they are engaged."
"Hmm… you've got such perfect breast."
"Christian, are you listening to me?" I lean in and kiss her exposed cleavage. "Christian."
"Uh huh." I open another button and nip at her nipple through her lacy nude bra.
"Are you trying to distract me again?" I don't answer and quickly undo another button kissing my way down her stomach.
"So… you dated in college," I ask nonchalantly.
"I knew it, I fucking knew it." She lets out a giggle.
"I told you about mine." I run my fingers up her thigh.
"Oh please, we both knew I wasn't going to bat an eyelid at your story. You on the other hand…"
"Did you give blow jobs." Do I really need to know?
"Christian." She warns.
"Ana it's a simple yes or no and the number," I say with a smirk but inside it's an entirely different story.
"No." My sigh of relief is audible.
"I'm not going to lie if it had been a yes… I don't think I would have handled it well." She rolls her eyes.
"Kate dated a lot, but there were things she said were solely reserved for her future husband, I completely understood what she meant." I don't miss the underline question in what she just said."
"You are the second girl I've gone down on, I'd give everything for you to be the first… if it helps, I was fifteen years old. I always fucked with my clothes on, I unzipped took my dick out, I didn't want to reveal more than I had to. Elliot can be crass, but he was right when he said it mostly about getting my dick wet… you are my first in so many ways. Would I have waited for you if I had known… fuck yes." She smiles at me.
"At 15 you couldn't have known we'd be here, don't let it bother you." How does she do it?
"Why aren't you bothered?"
"If I put your cock in my mouth right now, you be grunting and shooting a bucket load down my throat in 5 minutes."
"That's very true."
"Christian I know what I do to you if I want to make it to work on time I have to get dressed quickly before you come out of the bathroom… hell, my top button popped open, and you got completely distracted. Why should I be bothered by two blow jobs that did nothing for you at a time when you didn't know I felt the same."
"I love you, Anastasia Rose Steele." She's right I didn't know she felt the same until I got back from Prague and came to Bellevue after I'd left Portland. She turned up here the same weekend and my god I couldn't keep my eyes off her. I felt adrift when she left the room, and mom saw it and told me Ana was in the same boat as me. I didn't really believe it until Thanksgiving when Elliot pulled me aside and confronted me about my feeling for Ana. It still took the moment she agreed to go out with me right here in this bedroom before I completely believed she felt the same.
"I can't believe how many hints I missed, or the number of times Mia and Kate tried to get me to ask you out." I shake my head. "I hoped you felt the same, that was why I mentioned the fact that I wasn't ready for a relationship for a few more years," I add.
"Yeah that was a very good fact to mention, it made it easier to wait for you."
"It was a good thing not knowing, I don't think I could have waited till you finished college. The temptation would have been too great." My fingers move further up her thigh.
"You two, planning a wedding isn't a walk in the park, get your asses out here." Mia, damn near screams at us.
"Coming." We both say.