Summer of Learning – Chapter 8

Christmas Eve and Christmas Day came and went. I went with my parents to visit both sets of grandparents, catching up with my relatives. It was good to see everyone, but my mind kept drifting back to Sean. What did he do on Christmas? I hoped he had someone to be with, to visit, so he wouldn't be alone, especially over those two days. My heart was wrapped in guilt at the thought of him sitting alone. I started thinking of ways that I could tell my dad about us without him killing Sean or disowning me. So far I hadn't come up with many options.

I texted Sean when I could surreptitiously use my phone. My grandparents disproved of our using technology, our new-fangled toys, while we were there as guests in their house. I understood where they were coming from, and wanted to respect their wishes, but couldn't bring myself to just ignore Sean, to leave him by himself, even if the only company I could be was through random, sporadic text messages. I let him know I would make it up to him.

It was tradition every year for my mother and me to hit the stores the day after Christmas, though not necessarily to go shopping. We basically spent the day people watching, though we'd hit the odd sale, grabbing up decorations and cheap candy. Things were a little awkward at first, the tension from the Christmas party still stretching between us, but as the day went on, that tension melted and our relationship healed itself. We needed this time together. Mom never brought up the topic of me and Sean, and I certainly wasn't going to tempt fate. No, today was just for us, and I wanted to keep it that way.

We'd been home for a while, getting ready for dinner, when Sean texted me. He'd sent me a link to something. I snuck up to my room to see what it was. The link took me to a YouTube video. I watched it and my heart melted as the song played:

Maybe it's much too early in the game

Ah, but I thought I'd ask you just the same

What are you doing New Year's, New Year's Eve?

Who's gonna be the one to hold you tight

When it's exactly twelve o'clock at night

Welcoming in the new year New Year's Eve?

Maybe I'm crazy to suppose

I'd ever be the one you chose

Out of a thousand invitations you receive

Ah, but in case I stand one little chance

Here comes the jackpot question in advance

What are you doing New Year's, New Year's Eve?

I typed back my response: Would you like my real answer?

Of course.

Well, hopefully I'm spending New Year's Eve with my boyfriend.

Wow.

What?

You called me your boyfriend.

Did I now? That's awfully presumptuous of you.

Ouch! My wounded heart.

Oh, stop it.

I would love to spend New Year's with you.

I thought we could just spend the evening at my place.

If that's okay with you.

Sounds wonderful.

Come over around 4?

We'll run to the store and pick up whatever snacks we want.

It's a date.

Shopping with Sean. It sounds like a weird TV show.

So...

So...what?

So what was your other answer?

Oh. You.

?

What am I doing New Year's Eve?

You.

You are killing me.

Need me to give you mouth to mouth?

Yes. Please.

Or mouth to something...

Seriously, you're killing me.

I'm sorry. I'll stop.

Don't you fucking dare.

Dammit. Dinner time. I'll call you tonight?

Looking forward to it. ;-)

The next four days seemed to drag on forever. Any time mom needed an errand run, I jumped at the chance. She had started giving me a pointed look, raised eyebrow and all, and I sent her back a pleading look of my own. She would end up rolling her eyes and shaking her head, but then the tiniest smile would grace her lips, and I would bolt out the door and call Sean. I tried not to rub it in my mother's face that I was going to see him, and she seemed to understand that.

I loved just being with him. Sometimes Sean would join me on my errands, grabbing a coffee or walking with me through whatever store mom needed me to go to. We hadn't had sex since the Christmas party - while the urge was definitely there, neither of us liked the feeling of having a quickie then I have to leave. We both felt if we would do that, it would cheapen our relationship. True, when we were together, we took full advantage of our privacy and made out like a couple of teenagers...I guess I wasn't so far removed from that in reality. Our phone conversations were fun and flirty, but we talked about everything under the sun; all the little things we didn't already know about each other. Every conversation left me wanting him more, loving him more, and hating our situation more.

Mom suggested I spend some time with some of my friends from high school. I realized I really hadn't spoken to any of them since graduation, save for the random text or comments on Facebook. I didn't have all that many friends to begin with, at least not many that I would hang out with regularly while I was in high school. I called up the old group and arranged to meet everyone for a late lunch to catch up on the past six months.

We all had basically the same stories from our first semester at college, but it was good to hear everyone's different version to tell. We all had that one professor that took things way too seriously, one that tried way too hard to be the students' friend, and one that we could feel we could talk to about all kinds of stuff. The conversation eventually came to talking about boyfriends and girlfriends. We had all been single at graduation, and most had stayed that way once they got to college. Just me and one other girl had any kind of boyfriend, and I let her give up all her juicy details, letting the group's attention stay on her. Once she decided she had said enough, she looked over to me and asked about my guy.

"He's good...really sweet, and funny. I really like him a lot." I couldn't bring myself to tell them I was head over heels in love with him...not yet at least.

"Is he another freshman?"

I paled a little, "No. He's...older."

"Like a junior? Senior?"

I smirked, thinking how much he'd hate it if I told them he was a senior alright. "Um, no. He's not a student." I couldn't lie to my friends...I just couldn't.

"OH MY GOD! Morgan! Are you sleeping with one of your professors?" my friend Sabrina asked, far too loudly for my comfort.

I stared at her, completely gob smacked. Before I could answer, everyone else piled in, giving me a hard time, and while I couldn't lie to them, I couldn't tell them the truth either. My face grew more and more red as they came up with different scenarios. Rather than fighting it, I played along and hoped to god they all knew I was joking.

We had been at the restaurant for two, going on three hours, and the dinner crowd was starting to trickle in. We paid our bills and headed to the parking lot. Sabrina suggested everyone get together for New Year's. The group agreed it sounded like fun, but I stayed quiet. She asked me if I was going to come and I smiled shyly and told them I already had plans.

"With who?" I gave her a pointed look. "Wait...you're not with one of your professors?," Sabrina teased.

"No. I'm not."

"Well...fine. Stay secretive then."

I rolled my eyes, "Oh, don't be like that, guys. It's just...still kind of new. I don't want to make it any bigger than it really is," I lied through my teeth. Ugh. I knew what Sean meant. Not being able to tell my friends was killing me.

"Alright, alright," Shane tried smoothing the situation. "Well, have fun. It was good seeing you."

I hugged my friends goodbye and headed to my car. Sean had said he had a lot of stuff that needed to get done before the end of the year, so I headed home, not wanting to bother him. Along the way, I devised a plan for New Year's...and started praying that it would work.

New Year's Eve finally came. I had packed an over-night bag and had a grocery bag of snacks I had bought on one of mom's errand runs. I had told my parents about my friends planning a little get together. My mom kept giving me looks that showed she was not convinced, but she stayed true to her word and didn't pry or openly doubt me. No, I just had to live with the guilt of bold face lying to my parents. I tried to rationalize – was it really a lie? My friends were having a party, and I was going to a friend's house...just not the same house as the rest of my friends. I shouldered my bag and headed to the living room.

"Okay, I'm going. See you next year!" I announced to my parents.

Dad looked up at me, "Alright, kiddo. Have fun."

Mom gave me another knowing look. "Yes, but not too much fun," she warned.

"Don't worry mom. I'll be careful," hoping she got the point.

Before she could say anything else, I headed out the door. A few flakes had started to fall, lightly dusting the ground with white, but nothing was sticking to the roads yet. I vaguely remember hearing a weather report calling for winter weather, but didn't pay much attention, focusing instead on spending the night with Sean. Still, if there was supposed to be snow, I figured I shouldn't park on the road, so I pulled into Sean's driveway. I all but ran up to his front door and knocked.

The door swung open, and my eyes poured over Sean in his worn jeans, superman slippers, and an incredibly comfortable looking sweater – just right for cuddling. "It's about time you got here."

I scoffed at him as I walked in, dropping my bags on the floor by the door. "You said four o'clock. It's three forty-five!"

"Do you know how long I've been waiting for this?" he asked, his voice low and husky. He shut the door behind me and stepped closer to wrap his arms around me.

"Um...since the day after Christmas?" I hazarded a guess while running my hands up his arms to meet behind his neck.

He shook his head. "Since the last time you spent the night. I get you all to myself, and I'm keeping you as long as I can." He lowered his head and kissed me softly, at least at first. Our kiss turned passionate, as if we suddenly couldn't get close enough, couldn't taste enough, couldn't get enough of each other. He broke the kiss and murmured low in my ear, "Come on. Let's get the shopping out of the way so I can get you back here and we can get back to this." He accented his point, squeezing my butt before releasing me to slip on his shoes and a very warm looking pea coat. God, he looked good enough to eat in that coat. Later, Morgan...later, I reminded myself.

We took my car to the grocery store, grabbing a frozen pizza, a couple frozen appetizers, and a roll of cookie dough. "You really think we're gonna eat all this?" I asked him.

"Hey, you never know. The weather guy was saying it's supposed to snow pretty bad tonight. Gotta keep you fed and...happy," he winked at me. "Speaking of, we ought to get bread, milk and eggs."

We walked toward the bakery, then toward the dairy aisle. "Why is it everyone gets bread and milk when it snows?"

Sean looked down at me. "Ya know, I don't know. Guess back in the day they were just staples that you didn't want to run out of."

"Back in the day...before frozen food and decent refrigeration? You know, your childhood?" I teased. I grabbed a package of bacon and started down the aisle.

He narrowed his eyes at me, "Oh you are fucking asking for it," he growled at me.

I gave him a cheesy smile and reached up and kissed him on the cheek. "Oh, calm down. I'm just kidding. I'll make it up to you, I promise."

"Damn right you will," he mumbled.

"Sean..." I whined petulantly, "please don't be mad. I'll make you French toast tomorrow...now that we've got all the ingredients."

"I'll hold you to that, but you are still gonna get it."

We walked toward the front of the store to pay, Sean grabbing a bottle of champagne along the way. My stomach started bubbling as the idea of spending my night with him became closer to a reality. We grabbed the grocery bags and headed to the parking lot, finding the snow coming down quite a bit harder now.

I unlocked my car, slid behind the steering wheel and started the car, trying to warm up the interior. Without a word, Sean reached into the back seat for my ice scraper and started clearing off my windshield and windows. I couldn't stop the smile from stretching across my face. Sigh...what a gentleman. When he got back in the car, I leaned over, reached to hold his face in my hands, and brought him in for a quick kiss. I released him and put the car in gear to drive off.

"What was that for?"

I looked at him, confused that he had to ask, "For cleaning off my car for me."

He shrugged, "What was I gonna do? Sit in here while you did it?"

I giggled, "You're so sweet. I just love you."

"Love you, too," he said softly, looking at me, a wonderful tenderness in his eyes.

"I'm sorry for the age joke earlier," I admitted. "I really didn't mean it."

"Eh," he shrugged again. "Already over it." He looked at me out of the corner of his eye, "Don't think I'm not gonna get you back, though."

I grinned, "Bring it."

"You don't know what you're asking for, girlie."

We carried on our back and forth teasing the rest of the car ride to his house. I grabbed the groceries while he set my wiper blades so they pointed up and away from the windshield, then hurried up the walkway to open the front door for me. I went straight to the kitchen to put all the food away, then grabbed my bag of snacks that I had brought with me earlier and arranged them on the counter. I felt Sean's warm hands circle my hips and his lips graze along my neck. I grinned and spun in his arms, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling myself close, pressing my breasts against his strong chest.

His hands increased the pressure on my hips and I was suddenly airborne; Sean lifted me to sit on the countertop. His hands ran from my hips, down my thighs, until they landed on my knees, gently pushing them apart. He stepped into the space between my legs, bringing our bodies flush together, all the while teasing and tempting me with kisses along my neck, my jaw, that sensitive spot just behind my ear.

"I want you. Now," he breathed into my ear. His hands found the hem of my shirt and pulled it off me in one easy motion, then reached behind me to undo the clasp of my bra. Once he had discarded the garment, he tightened his grip on me, bringing me back into his strong embrace. The soft fabric created a delicious friction on my breasts, bringing my nipples to tight peaks.

Still, it wasn't enough. I fought to bring my arms to his waist and tried to pull his sweater up, making little progress. Sean leaned back and pulled it up and over his head, letting it fall to the floor. He brought his hands to the sides of my face, kissing me tenderly as his fingertips trailed down my back, my sides, landing at my waist. His expert fingers unfastened the button of my jeans and lowered my zipper.

The next thing I knew I was in the air again, his arms wrapped around me, his hands cupping my ass. He carried me from the counter to the kitchen table; it was small, but sturdy. He laid me down on the table top and dragged his fingers over my skin, bringing goose bumps to my over-sensitized skin. When his hands met my waist line again, he tugged sharply at my pants and underwear, lifting me part way off the table as he fought to get me completely naked.

Once my pants were lying in a heap on the floor, Sean stepped between my legs, parting my thighs, and started teasing my clit with his fingers, then stroking up and down my pussy, already dripping wet in anticipation of him. He plunged his long fingers into me, caressing my inner walls. "Oh, baby...I love how you're always so wet for me." He made quick work of his own pants, undoing them and shoving them over his hips, just enough for his erection to spring free.

My body rocked hard against the table as he slammed into me, forcing a loud groan to rip from my throat. He held tight to my hips as he pounded into me, then ran his hands down my thighs, past my knees, my calves until his was gripping my ankles and bringing them to rest on his shoulders. He leaned into me, practically bending me in half. The angle was exquisite; Sean was very well endowed anyway, but the way he was taking me now made it feel like he was stretching me more than ever before. I was helpless to stay quiet when every move he made created a feeling of absolute ecstasy inside me. In no time at all, I could feel my orgasm building. My hands gripped his biceps as he thrust into me, reaching places he never had before.

I was on the brink of climaxing, closing my eyes and letting the sensations take hold, when I felt a sudden sharp pain on my ass, accompanied by a loud SMACK! My eyes snapped open in surprise to see Sean's wicked grin beaming down at me. He spanked me again, and I nearly jumped off the table. His hands found my hips again and kept up his pace. "Cum for me, Morgan. Come on, baby."

My orgasm ripped through me at his command. My screams of pure bliss echoed around the kitchen. Sean continued thrusting into me as waves of pleasure washed over me; suddenly I felt him pull out of me, leaving me feeling empty, my body missing him already. I felt his hot spray of cum splatter on the backs of my thighs, dripping down my ass.

He ran his hands gently up and down my legs, guiding them to rest on his hips. We were both breathing hard, trying to catch our breath. Sean leaned over and kissed me sweetly. "You okay?"

I nodded and answered breathlessly, "Yeah...that was...really good." I swallowed then grinned at him. "You got a little rough there, didn't you?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

He matched my grin, "I told you I'd get you back. Teasing me about being old...that oughta teach ya, you little whipper snapper."

I let out a loud laugh and pulled him down for another kiss. "I love you so much."

"Love you, too. Let's get you cleaned up and get to ringing in the new year."

"You mean that's not what we just did?"

Sean pulled me upright again and kissed me, pouring all sorts of passion and promise into the kiss. "Trust me, Morgan, I've got much more planned for tonight."

Okay, this chapter was just NOT working with me – dang muse was being a royal bitch. I'm very sorry for the delay in updating. On top of that, once I got going, I realized if I kept going until all their "festivities" were written out, I may never get to update. So, this will be a 2, maybe even 3 part chapter. The good news is now I know where I'm going with this...at least to get them through New Years. So enjoy, and please, leave a comment letting me know what you think, what you'd like to see happen, thoughts, comments, questions, complaints, whatever. Thanks for all your follows and reviews so far – they mean the world to me.

Kind of random, but when I work on these stories, I usually have my iTunes on shuffle. While working on this chapter, Let it Be came on. Sigh...shine...until tomorrow. Just wanted to put that out there.