As we have many times before, we all cram ourselves into the car. I have to admit, being up close and personal to Derek is not a problem for me. In fact, I think it is fun. I love it. Whenever I get a chance, I tease him. I let him know that I'm there, and I am ready for him, even if he can't have me. It is truly a cruel joke, but a fun one on my part. I make sure that my thigh I touching his. And every curve, I definitely have to lean into him.
"Not nice, Mer." I hear Derek whisper into my ear as I grab his thigh. It was the first thing I thought to grab in a moment of leaning. I had to have some kind of stability, his thigh was the best option.
"How many times have I told you... I am not nice." I breathe into his ear, taking in his strong manly scent.
"How many times have you told me I'm so nice?" Derek teased as he stuck his nose in my hair.
"Oh... I guess I do. I do every time you cum deep inside of me." I tell him, watching as his face turns beet red.
"Only when I am sliding my cock into that tight, wet pussy of yours." Derek tells me with a nod as he runs his hand down my leg. I see Mark look over and then shake his head in disgust. I can't say I blame him. I would shake my head in disgust too.
"Oh... It is, too. Right now, my pussy is dripping wet for you..." I tell him teasingly. I may not be getting everyone else back, but I am really getting Derek right now. How can I not? But truthfully, my pussy is dripping wet for him.
"Mmm... Is it?" Derek asks softly. "My cock is hard and throbbing for you. Oh... It wants you so bad. It wants to rub against your wet folds and give you everything you ever wanted."
"Oh god... Do I-" I start, almost forgetting that we are in the car with my family. The truth is, I am now dripping wet for him. I want him so badly I can barely breathe. In my teasing, I have teased myself far worse than him.
"I am so hungry, I could eat a horse." My grandma says as she looks up at the restaurant. I now realize that we are here. Time to eat. But seriously, how does one eat when all they want to do it get on the table and have their brains fucked out?
"Me too!" Derek says exuberantly as he looks down at my crotch. Nice. Really nice. How badly do I want him to eat my pussy? So badly. You have no idea. No idea at all.
"I could definitely nibble on something." I agree as I take a glance down at at Derek's hard cock. Oh the cruelty of it all. I think we are both torturing ourselves.
"What time is it?" I hear Mark ask as he looks around. I shake my head. We are early. The reservations were made, and of course we are early.
"Not time yet." I say quickly as I glance over at Mark. After looking at Mark, my eyes immediately go to that iron rod in Derek's pants. Right now, he couldn't get out of the car if he tried. He would definitely be tenting in his pants. That would give grandma quite a show.
It takes all of my strength to not jump Derek right there. I want him so bad, it actually hurts. I would ride him so hard, if the car was in neutral, it would roll away. How fun would that be? It was be a car gone rogue down the middle of the busy avenue. I'm not sure it could happen, but if anyone could do it, we could. There is something about that long thick cock that makes me want to take it into my core. Maybe it has something to do with orgasms.
"So what are you going to have good for dinner?" My grandma asks as she looks over at me.
"Mmm... Breadsticks. Lots of breadsticks." I tell her with a nod and a smile. "I can taste them now. They are so warm and soft. Not like Derek's hard cock, but I would take a chomp of that too, if I could.
"Do you know what sounds good to me?" Derek asks with a slick smile. I look over at him, leaning in slightly. I am almost positive that it will be dirty. "Pussy... I could really eat some pussy right now."
"Yeah... I think you eating pussy would be a good thing." I agree in a whisper as I watch everyone pile out of the car. I quickly put my hand on the door handle and climb out.
When I climb out of the car, I feels Derek's had on my ass. I think it is some sort of cruel joke. I think I almost want to cry. It's my birthday. I should be getting what I want. What I want is a hard cock in my tight pussy. I don't want to have to sit around the table at dinner and smile at the family. I want to be hot and sticky. I want cock. Forget dinner. Cock is enough of a meal for me.
When you have something on your mind, it's almost impossible to make it go away. I have found this time and again. Temporarily, you can find some sort of distraction, but the thing you are thinking about always sneaks back up on you. Well, this is how it is with cock. I mean, the thing is amazing. It's a wonder. It fills with blood and becomes erect for our pleasure. How much better could it be than that? And you wonder why I'm distracted.
It's funny. See, most of the time when you go to dinner and it's your birthday, everyone wants to sit with you. They want to sit right next to you and get all of your focus. Sometimes, I actually think they want to leach your happiness. They want to mooch off of your special day and try to steal it for their own. I know when I was younger and happy, they would do this. Now everyone fights to stay away from me. It's like a game. I don't know exactly why they want to stay away. Perhaps it is my negativity. Perhaps it is because they can't trust that I won't do something inappropriate. Either way, it is fact. And either way, it's a good thing, seeing as Derek and Mark were the unfortunate ones.
Being that it is my twenty-first birthday, I should order a drink. I decide against it, seeing as my father is a drunk and my mom likes to tip it back more often than not. Would I consider them alcoholics? Definitely. The chances of me becoming one are fairly high, so I stay away. That doesn't mean that I wouldn't like to tip back a whole bottle of vodka and sip until I am not longer conscious. I guess that would be just too damn easy.
"Oh.. I see how it is! No one wants to sit next to me?" I ask bluntly as I look around at them all. I will call them on their shit. See, that is the difference between them and I. Maybe that is the reason they are at the other end of the table. They're jealous. They wish they had the brass lady balls that I have.
"Oh no!" Grandma says sweetly. She is so full of crap, I think I see her eyes turning brown. "I just figured you would want to sit by someone your own age. I'm sure you guys have so much more in common." Nice save. I have to admit, Grandma is not only slick, but quite tactful.
"Oh yes..." I agree with a smile. See, I smile to be condescending. I love to look in their eyes and give them that I know you care full of shit smile. It is good stuff. "So what are you going to have for dinner?" I ask as I look around. I never make my final decision until I know what everyone else at the table is having.
"Oh... I think I may have the fettucini alfredo with chicken." My grandma says with a smile.
Okay, I hate that. Fettucini alfredo with chicken. That is not right. It's called chicken fettucini alfredo. Not with chicken. That is bad, but this drives me nuts too. Usually, she will order something like wonton soup. It comes with scallions. Rather than say, extra scallions, she will say with scallions. It already has them in there. Just extra. Extra! That is almost as bad as when she says she wants a fast food restaurant. Not, I would like a sandwich from such and such place. No, she wants that restaurant. I always respond the same way, I didn't know we were so rich that we could afford to buy the whole place. She always corrects me, and I her with absolutely no avail. I know, I'm a whiner, but seriously, it drives me insane.
"Mmm... Sounds good." I agree. I have to laugh to myself. I was just talking smack about it, but I am going to be a good little girl and keep my mouth shut. "I think I will have-"
"Your usual?" My aunt asks as she looks over at me. Like I am that predictable. If I was in another mood, I would grab something else to spite them. Well, it isn't spite. I'm sure they couldn't care less what I eat. I just need to show them.
"Maybe." I say with a shrug. I hate it when people other than myself are right. It actually pisses me off to no end. "Just because I like it, doesn't mean I'm predictable." I say quickly. It so does. I get caught on something and I can't get off of it.
"Predictability is a good thing." Derek says with a nod. Actually predictability is boring. Guys don't want predictability. Guys want spontaneous and fun.
"Sure it is." I say as I roll my eyes. I cannot even think at the moment. Usually, my head it spinning off of my shoulders and I my eyes flutter like I am seizing. At the moment, I am numb. I am unsure of what to think.
The waiter comes and takes our orders. Of course I get cheese ravioli. Cheese ravioli is the only thing I eat. I love it. So what if it makes me boring. Too damn bad. I don't care. Like your life should be judged on whether you order the same pasta dish at an italian restaurant. It should not. So I am dropping this now.
I look over at Derek. It seems to me that there was a time when Derek came to town and I sucked on a big dill. Well, it's time to revisit that memory with a different foodstuff. I think this time I will use the delicious breadsticks that are on the table. It seems that they have parmesan, butter and garlic. I quickly grab one from the basket and run my tongue over it. I lick it up and lick it down, letting out a faint moan.
"What are you doing?" My grandma snaps as she looks over. Apparently she isn't fond of my dirty little game. Derek, on the other hand is eating it up and wanting to milk his hard cock dry.
"I love parmesan." I say with a shrug as I take a good bite of the bread. I do. Do you know what I love more? Cock. I bet you guys thought I was going to do Derek in the restaurant, didn't you. I'm a bit more tasteful than that. See, that comes later. And boy is it good!
When I was young, I loved opening gifts. I loved them so much that I would open anyone's gift. Now I dislike it. It's the fake smile you have to give when someone gives you that hideous sweater. Or the embarrassment when you open up socks and full briefs from your grandmother. Needless to say, I would rather they all toss it in a garbage bag and I will look at it when I am alone. That would save hurt feelings, embarrassment and time.
You may ask why I say time. My question back to you is do you really have to ask? Time opening gifts I may or may not want will be wasted time. That would be time away from cock. I think there should be a penalty for wasting cock time. I need cock. I need it to keep me calm and cool. Some people take antidepressants and mood stabilizers. Me, I take cock generously in my pussy as often as I can get it.
Blowing out the candles on the cake is a big thing. In my family, they don't put one candle on for each year. Here they are number candles. I think some people would consider that cheating, seeing as it is only one or two candles to blow out. I have no problem with cheating. It means that I can win.
So around here, you don't tell your wish. Around here, you keep it to yourself in hopes that it will actually come true. It never has. I can say in the many years, it never really has. For the longest time, I would wish for my mom to be around instead of at the hospital. That obviously never worked. Now I have had the same wish for the last several years. I wish that I would be happy. Just that. Please let me be happy. Did it happen? Not yet.
"So did you had a good birthday?" My grandma asks as she takes a bite of her cake. She is the frosting queen. She loves it to the point that everyone scrapes off theirs and gives it to her. I guess it depends on my mood because sometimes I love frosting, and other times it makes me sick just to look at it.
"Uh huh." I say with a nod as I look up. I didn't really go through with any sabotage plans. I didn't feel that need to. Besides my dirty breadstick eating, I did nothing wrong.
"That's good. Happy Birthday." Grandma says as she walks over and kisses me on top of the head.
"Thank you." I tell my grandma as I look up at her. She really is being sweet and I could try to return the favor.
"Oh! You forgot one." Grandma says as she hands me a card. I look at the writing, it is definitely unfamiliar.
"Oh..." I say as I accept it and pull out the fold. There is no money in it. If there was money, it would be sealed. Alas, whoever gave me this card was poor. I pull the card out, in between bites of cake and ice cream. I read it quietly. It says "Happy birthday, buddy." on it. I can't hold it in. He got that card on purpose. Buddy. He knows we are fuck buddies. How appropriate. "Thank you, Derek." I say with a giggle as I close it it.
"Happy birthday." He says with a smile. I look up to see the rest of the family looking at me. I guess they want to read it. It's not like it says anything bad.
"Can I see?" My aunt asks, obviously wanting in on the joke.
"Sure." I say with a shrug as I hand her the card. I watch as they pass it around, no one seeing why I was amused. That is fine. That is just the way I like it. It's not like it matters anyway. They all know that I suffer from inappropriate spontaneous laughter.
"I don't get it." Grandma says as she looks up at me. I smile and shake my head. "It's not even funny..." I mutter as I shake my head. It was funny, but they will never know why.
"So..." Mark mutters, trying to change the subject. He doesn't want to be in the middle of the sex talk. He is always in the middle of the sex talk. "Do you guys want to see a movie or something?"
"Uh..." I say softly as I look around. I know what happens every time I see a movies with Derek. His pants come down, mine come off and all rational thought leaves. I spread my legs and smile while I have the ride of a lifetime. So when they ask if I want to see a movie, it always instills a tiny bit of fear in me. The fear of getting caught again. Does it stop me? It rarely does. "Okay." I say with a smile as I look over at them both. Hell, I wanted an orgasm. What better than a public one?
"Did you have anything in mind?" Derek asks as he grabs the newspaper.
"Whatever you guys decide, it fine." I tell him with a nod. It's not as if I will be watching it anyway. In fact, I think Derek and I will be doing anything but watching the movie.
"Oh, Mer... Boo decision on your part. You know boys... You will be watching some horrible movie." My aunt Claire points out with a frown.
"I really don't care. You know me... Go with the flow." I mutter as I take the last bite of my cake.
"You, Meredith Grey... Do anything but go with the flow. If anything, you are fighting the flow with full force!" My aunt tells me with a laugh. Maybe she is right, but I can play the calm and cool act.
"You have a point there, Mom." Mark says with a smile. I can't believe he just called her mom. She is not his mom. She is- Why do I care? If he wants her to be his mom, I should just let it be.
"Shut up! I am not- Okay... Maybe I'm not so calm and cool. But whatever you guys want to see, is fine." I tell them. Okay, I may not be calm and cool, but I will definitely going to be hot and sweaty.