Chapter 17: Like a firework show
AKA: Independence Day
And then one day,
there you were,
shining brightly.
Showing me that I
wasn't meant to
stay in the dark.
- Jonathan Muncy Storm
The angle of the sun and the supple mattress under me felt unfamiliar when I woke up, but I was hugging a warm naked body that smelt like Anastasia, so I had no reason to worry.
I opened my eyes and recognised we were in my childhood bedroom. We'd spent the night in Bellevue after my birthday celebration.
I reached for my phone on the bedside table to realise it was a text from Taylor what had woken me. He was outside with the change of clothes for me and Anastasia.
I found the clothes I'd been wearing the night before by the side of the bed. After spending the night on the floor, they were creased beyond salvation. I did put on my underwear before rummaging through my old closet, which was still full of the clothes I'd outgrown through college.
My sunshine stirred as I picked a pair of old joggings that were a couple of centimetres too short. I hurried downstairs silently, mindful that my family had stayed up late drinking and it was still quite early.
A few minutes later I was back in my old bedroom with a black bag in hand. Anastasia climbed out of bed and got dressed sleepily, wincing at the light. She probably had a hangover headache.
Then, we walked side by side down the stairs and into the kitchen, where we found my mother and her help cooking breakfast. Anastasia joined them, despite my mother's protest, while I fetched some painkillers for Anastasia and me.
"Did you have fun last night?" asked Grace with that knowing yet motherly smile of hers as I handed Anastasia a pill.
"We got roped into playing some drinking game," I answered, "but we went to bed before everyone else. I'm not sure when they'll be up."
Just as I'd finished talking, Mia walked into the kitchen. Wordlessly, she stretched out her hand palm-up towards me. I gave her a painkiller and a glass of water. She hadn't drunk that much during the game as far as I remembered, but she had indulged in our father's lemon martinis earlier in the night.
"Hello," she muttered after she'd drank half the glass of water.
She joined the cooking effort, so I made myself useful and set the table.
After some minutes, my father joined us. "Happy Father's Day," Mia and I said. He gave us a warm smile, kissed Mia's cheek, and gave me a brief hug.
As soon as we'd sat down to eat, Ethan joined us, wearing yesterday's clothes. Luckily for him, it didn't look like his shirt had spent the night on the floor. Like myself, he didn't seem to be suffering a hangover. Carrick asked him a question about school, and suddenly we were bonding over psychology. Maybe he wasn't so bad.
We were halfway through breakfast when Elliot and Kate found their way downstairs, not looking as fresh as Ethan and me, nor squinting and frowning like Anastasia and Mia. Rather than hangover, they mostly looked tired. They probably weren't used to waking before noon on a weekend.
Anastasia and I kept receiving inquiring looks from her roommate and my brother respectively through breakfast. It was obvious my brother was brimming with questions, but I had no plans to answer them. It had always been fun to one-up him, and I didn't see that changing in the foreseeable future.
Once the table had been cleaned, we moved en masse to the living room, but Kate stood by the door and looked at Anastasia beggingly. My girl squeezed my hand before letting go and gesturing at me with her head to go with my family. Reluctantly, I stepped out of the room to let her and Kate talk.
"I'm sorry about last night," I heard Kate say as I closed the door behind me.
I then dragged my feet to the living room, regretting my mother had instilled good manners in me and I couldn't eavesdrop.
Luckily for my patience, after a couple of minutes, they were walking into the living room with wide smiles.
After Mia and Elliot had given our father their gifts, I presented him with the case of expensive wine I'd purchased for him and that Taylor had brought over earlier with our clothes. Carrick looked happy with his boon.
My parents always went to church on Sunday. My brother and I rarely found ourselves at their home on Sundays anymore, but when we did, they invited us to tag along and we always refused politely. This time, though, Anastasia wanted to go.
"I want to thank God for bringing you back to me, alive and safe," she told me. How could I possibly say no to that?
I hadn't gone to mass in a while. I always went at Christmas and Easter with my family, but only then. I felt out of place every time I walked into the church—for years, I'd felt God had turned his back on me when I'd been only a child. But that Sunday I could appreciate how lucky I was: I'd been adopted by an amazing family, I had a kind and loving woman in my life… and I was alive. I'd landed my helicopter safely.
We returned to my parents' home for lunch, and for once I wasn't itching to leave. Sure, I'd rather be alone with my girl, but I was having fun with my family. We didn't return to Escala until the early afternoon. As soon as we arrived home, Anastasia and I had an interesting discussion about her upcoming chat with Katherine.
"I want to make sure I don't share anything with her that you're uncomfortable with," she said.
This was a novel issue for me.
"Well, there's the playroom, obviously," I said. My list ended up being extensive, focused mostly on the exchange of power and the room's furniture, as well as the details of what went on inside the BDSM club. Luckily, Anastasia agreed in every aspect.
"I do want to tell her how we really met, just not that it was a BDSM club," she said.
"If you trust her not to tell anyone…" I agreed reluctantly. I didn't feel comfortable with Katherine knowing I'd gone to Vancouver's club, but I couldn't very well stop Anastasia from telling her true story.
"I'll make sure she understands not to tell anyone," she assured me before commenting, "I just never understood where the line lay in the Non-Disclosure Agreement."
"Wait right here," I said, suddenly recalling the NDA I'd made her sign. Unlike our BDSM contract, the NDA did have legal significance. It was not something I wanted hanging over Anastasia. I trusted she wouldn't share anything untoward.
"Lovers don't need NDAs," I told her before turning it on fire. "I trust you won't share with Kate what I ask you not to."
Suddenly, she was in my arms, kissing me. I led her into the bedroom and we spent the next few hours pleasing each other.
Our relationship changed after we confessed our love. We'd gone from Dom and Sub to friends with benefits, and now we were… lovers. Partners. A couple.
We still emailed every day and Anastasia called me at night, but now it wasn't only for phone sex. I invited her to have dinner with me at Escala on Wednesday—another first—and she joined me again on Friday night. The weekend after my birthday was a special one. I decided to make Anastasia's third fantasy a reality, so we played naughty student and naughtier Headmaster.
The following Monday promised to be miserable, between Anastasia's absence and a plethora of meetings—of which at least half should probably be emails—but it proved to be even worse than expected.
A few days after my brush with death, Welch and the FBI had acquired the footage of Charlie Tango's hangar. Someone—probably a man, considering his build and height—had managed to break into the hangar and sabotaged my helicopter. The company which I'd hired to care for Charlie Tango was in a hell of trouble.
That Monday, my last meeting of the day was rescheduled so I could sit with Taylor, Welch and two FBI agents. They'd arrested the culprit, and what they'd found in his computer chilled my bones.
"I need…" I told Taylor as soon as the agents had left. All the muscles in my back had tensed up during the meeting and my head was about to burst. "I need to go… see Anastasia."
"Yes, sir. I will drive you."
The criminal was behind bars and my security could now relax, but to be honest I probably wasn't up to driving. I paid no attention to my surrounding as we drove to Anastasia's apartment. Luckily, it was not far from Grey House.
I rang the bell and it took Anastasia a few seconds to open the door. I must have looked as terrible as I felt, for her eyes widened in alarm the moment she saw my face.
"Christian? Come on in."
I followed her into the apartment. Katherine stood up the moment we walked in. Upon noticing my distress, she muttered a greeting and went into her bedroom, giving us privacy.
"What's wrong?" asked Anastasia.
"I guess nothing's wrong anymore. I'm just shaken," I answered before hugging her, bringing her as close to my body as humanly possible. I wished it could be enough to keep her safe from the world.
Anastasia caressed my back lovingly. With her, it was soothing rather than painful and I was so glad I now had her in my life. My angel. Her touch did wonders to calm me. Once I was feeling better, I relaxed my arms and she guided me to the couch.
"Tell me what happened."
"The police arrested the man that sabotaged Charlie Tango. He was one Mr Jack Hyde."
Anastasia frowned in thought and tilted her head slightly to one side. The name was probably familiar to her, considering they'd met once before.
"He was your prospective employer from Seattle Independent Publishing," I explained and her eyes widened in horror.
It was even worse than that. I told Anastasia everything the agents had found on his computer: information on all the members of my family, as well as videotapes of the bastard raping his personal assistants. The FBI thought he'd used it as blackmail material. They were seeking out the women, hoping they'd testify against him.
"It could have been you," I said painfully.
If she'd had to accept the job at SIP…
I felt nauseous.
"But it wasn't," Anastasia said firmly, "and even if he had tried anything, I would have landed him on his ass. My Dad taught me well."
"I think I'll have Taylor or Sawyer give you a revision on self-defence. And Mia too."
"Whatever makes you feel better," she answered, her tone a mixture of stress, sarcasm and affection.
It would, indeed, make me feel much better to ensure my girls could keep themselves safe. There was nothing I could do about Hyde anymore, but I could be proactive against future threats.
Anastasia invited me to stay over that night. I had no plans of letting her out of my sight, so I agreed. I felt much better on Tuesday morning. Cuddling through the night with my angel had kept the nightmares away and awakening with her in my arms was the best way to begin my day.
We had plans to meet again the next evening, and so Wednesday found me awaiting Anastasia eagerly in my living room.
When she walked in, I immediately noticed Anastasia looked distressed. She had a small pout and there was a slight frown between her gloomy eyes. She threw herself at my chest and I wrapped my arms around her.
"Anastasia? What's wrong?"
"Nothing. I got my period and I need a hug."
Oh.
Since learning my girl could have been one of Hyde's victims I'd been on edge and worrying about Anastasia's wellbeing. I was glad she wasn't in danger; her problem would fix itself in a few days, and maybe I could even help.
I had little to no experience in caring for Subs in their periods, but I did have a baby sister who'd suffered from cramps. Mia could go from being a terrifying harpy to a sobbing mess in the blink of an eye, but heat, chocolate and being pampered had always helped her. I rubbed Anastasia's back, hoping the friction and caress would help. She guided my hands to her lower back and I left them there, gathering the heat of my hands was more effective where she'd placed them.
I was attentive to my girl through dinner as we ate the food Gail had prepared. Afterwards, we retired to my TV room, and I let her pick the movie. She chose a chick flick, and while I preferred action movies, it wasn't a bad one; it was as funny as it was sickeningly romantic.
She was feeling worse by Friday. At noon, Taylor knocked on my door to let me know Sawyer was driving Anastasia home. I called Anastasia instantly.
"Hi."
"Hello, Anastasia. How are you feeling? Do you need anything? Have Sawyer drive you to Escala. I'll meet you there soon," I decided. I had always been more likely to stay working until midnight than play hooky, but Anastasia had changed that. I had always put my career first, but the last few weeks had shown me I should have a more balanced life and spend more time away from my computer.
"That's not necessary Christian—"
"Be as it may, I'm still going home," I insisted as I started saving and closing the documents on my laptop.
"Fine. But I'm going to my own apartment to change clothes and pack some necessities first."
"Very well. I'll see you soon, Baby."
"Laters, handsome."
Half an hour later, I was at Escala waiting for Anastasia to arrive while Gail cooked some comfort food.
"Hey, Beautiful," I greeted Anastasia when she walked into my penthouse.
I'd been anxious to see her. If she had left work early, then she must have been feeling dreadful. She looked pale and miserable, and if I hadn't known better I would have thought she was sick.
"Hi," she answered as I took her in my arms. "I'm not sick and dying, you know," she added with a poor smile. "I'm fine."
There was that word again: fine. I wanted her to be great and happy, not just fine. That being said, she didn't look even good enough to be fine.
I pampered her the rest of the day. We lay on the couch and chattered through a few movies. My TV room had seen more activity in the last few weeks than in all the years I'd lived at Escala.
Saturday evening, half an hour after her last dose of painkiller, Anastasia was back to her old self. She was sure the pain was now over, as it went away as suddenly as it came. Yet when I kissed her passionately and attempted to caress one of her breasts, she slapped my hand away. I tried to convince her there was nothing wrong with having sex on her period and that I didn't mind a little blood. It didn't work.
"Let me put it this way: I'm bleeding through my vagina, and it's a no-go zone until Monday," she stated in a no-nonsense tone.
Monday? We'd be spending Monday with my parents, as it was the fourth of July, so I wouldn't be able to stay all day in bed with her. Even worse, her father Ray had been invited to join us after my mum had found out Anastasia was considering going to Montesano instead of joining my family's barbeque. Mr Steele was a gruff man, as imposing as Taylor, and I didn't feel comfortable fucking his only daughter with him under the same roof.
We drove to Bellevue Sunday evening. The wisdom of spending the night there again was questionable, but I hadn't refused any of my mother's invitations during the last several weeks and I didn't want to start again. Also, I knew Anastasia enjoyed spending time with Kate and my siblings—even if Elliot behaved like an immature asshole half the time—and I wasn't about to lock her away in my penthouse and keep her from the rest of the world like some possessive boyfriend.
And so we found ourselves in my parents' living room once again, surrounded by my overexcited family. Elliot and Kate had arrived a couple of minutes before us, so greetings were still being exchanged. Before we could sit down, Mia thrust a pile of clothes to Anastasia and instructed: "You and Christian must wear this tomorrow. You're in charge of making sure he actually puts this on."
I wasn't some petulant child that needed help getting dressed. Annoyed, I frowned at my sister. My parents and Anastasia somehow found this amusing and smiled.
Ray arrived nearly half an hour later. My family greeted him enthusiastically and he looked as overwhelmed as Anastasia had the first time I'd brought her here.
Dinner was served immediately afterwards. It was loud and full of life, and I allowed myself to embrace the cheerfulness instead of looking at it from the outside. While Kate engaged me in a conversation about that morning's news regarding the tax gap, Anastasia told Ray about her job, Elliot, Carrick and Ethan chattered about the next day's game and Mia tortured my mother with a recount of her latest shopping trip with her friends.
After dinner, we returned to the living room and my father opened the bar cabinet, well-stocked with wine, martinis, bourbon, whiskey and more.
He served my mother and Kate their drinks of choice before asking, "What would you like, Ana?"
"Oh, nothing for me, thanks. I'm never drinking with Elliot around again," she joked, and those of us who had been present at my birthday's drinking game laughed.
"What did you do?" Grace scolded him, frowning at Elliot as she had every time he'd misbehaved ever since we were kids.
"Nothing!" he defended himself quickly, sounding as guilty as he was.
"He's just got a bad taste in drinking games," said Anastasia.
"There's nothing wrong with 'Never Have I Ever'!" Elliot protested.
"There is if it's being played among siblings!"
Our parents managed to fill in the blanks then and chuckled with the rest of us.
"True!" complained Mia. "There are some things I did not need to know about you guys!"
"If I'm not mistaken, it was your idea to play, Mia!" Elliot reminded her.
"Yes, but you didn't need to say half the things that you did!" she answered. "You don't know how to keep it innocent. No more drinking games."
"Aww!" whined Kate. "But we wanted to play 'Truth or Drink.'"
"I've never heard of it, but it sounds like a dreadful idea," Anastasia said.
"I agree," Mia and I added.
"What about a board game?" suggested Ethan. "Like Monopoly."
"We don't play Monopoly against Christian!" exclaimed my siblings at the same time. They were a couple of sore losers.
My sunshine chuckled.
"Right. Poker?" tried Ethan.
"No!" protested Anastasia. "Christian's got a hell of a poker face."
"Maybe we can just play something without him," suggested my brother.
Mia rolled her eyes. "What about Pictionary? None of us are stellar artists."
"What about Sexyonary?" counter-purposed Elliot, making Mia, Ethan, Anastasia and I moan. Had he learnt nothing?
"Where were you planning on getting the game, anyway?" Anastasia asked.
Elliot looked at Carrick, begging with his eyes. My parents didn't own the game, did they?
My father sighed. "Knock yourselves out. Ray, Grace, why don't we move this to the kitchen and let the youngsters play?"
"Actually, I'd like to go to bed myself, if you don't mind," said Ray. "It's been a long day."
Blushing at the turn of events, Anastasia kissed her father goodbye.
Elliot left the room with our parents and returned a few minutes later with the board game in hand.
The hour that followed was in equal parts disturbing and fun. We decided to play in couples. Elliot and Kate had a one-track mind but were terrible at both drawing and guessing, and every time they made a guess they ended up revealing quite a bit about their private lives. On the other hand, Mia and Ethan's relationship was still new and they weren't in sync yet, but they still managed to hold their own. Bottom line, the were some words I didn't need to hear my sister exclaiming.
At mine and Elliot's glares, she answered, "This stupid game was Elliot's idea! And I'm not ten anymore."
"She's our age, remember?" Anastasia and Kate pointed out a few times.
My sunshine and I had a tough beginning, as Anastasia didn't feel comfortable with the sex-related words at first. After she'd had a couple of glasses of alcohol, though, she drowned her shyness and didn't hesitate before guessing. We ended up winning the game by a large margin.
By midnight, we decided to call it a night, as Independence Day was always an active and exhausting day. Unlike the last time we'd spent the night at my parent's home, I didn't fuck Anastasia in my childhood bedroom. Ray was only a few doors down, sleeping in a guest room, and I didn't feel comfortable defiling his daughter while he was so close.
Monday morning, Anastasia had to coax me into the t-shit Mia had picked for me. I may have acted more reluctant than I honestly felt for the sake of teasing Anastasia. My sister had actually done a good job at choosing my clothes for the barbeque. My t-shirt wasn't unnecessarily exuberant: it was plain white, with the drawing of a blue, white and red eagle in the middle, and the phrase 'Made in the USA' underneath.
Anastasia looked beautiful in a US flag sleeveless top and denim shorts. Hmmm. Such lovely legs.
Downstairs, Ray, Carrick and Grace—all dressed the part—were already having breakfast. Naturally, my siblings were still asleep, and so were the Kavanaghs.
"What are you doing up so early?" asked Ray.
It was already eight a.m. I was usually up by six.
"You know I've always been an early bird, and Christian is ten times worse," answered Anastasia.
"He still doesn't sleep in on weekends?" asked her my mother.
"I do on Sundays!" I protested. With Anastasia chasing the nightmares away, and us staying up late fucking, I didn't jump out of bed on Sundays to go jogging.
"Eight isn't sleeping in, handsome," refuted Anastasia, "and we usually are up early on Saturdays to go for a run."
"I still can't believe you go running," said Ray as he shook his head.
"It's jogging, really. And I trip a lot, but Christian's got good at catching me. Ohh, let me show you a picture of him last weekend!"
She took her mobile phone excitedly and started looking for the picture in question. Last Saturday morning had been cold, and I'd worn the sweatshirt Anastasia had gifted me for my birthday, which read 'I'm a leader, not a follower; unless It's a dark place. Then you're going first.'
"You just rolled your eyes, Mr Grey," muttered Anastasia as she scrolled, looking for the photo.
"I'm sorry," I whispered. "That was terribly rude of me."
She looked up at me with a smirk, eyes sparkling with humour and playful reproach. It wasn't hard to guess what she was thinking; the few times she'd rolled her eyes at me, she'd ended up with a spanking.
I looked at her back with a raised eyebrow, challenging her to even try suggesting I should be spanked.
We then beamed at each other with humour.
We probably looked like a couple of lovesick teenagers.
Anastasia found the picture then, and my mother fawned over it as if I were still a little child—and I confess I'd once been a very cute kid. Still, I was an adult now. I caught myself before rolling my eyes again.
Sooner than I'd expected, Mia joined us wearing her own Independence Day ensemble. The next ones to join our party were my grandparents. During the following hour, Ethan, Kate and Elliot walked downstairs, all dressed in Mia's gifts.
We decided to move to the backyard after everyone had had breakfast. We placed a few tables on the grass so that we could enjoy ourselves in small groups, without conglomerating and trying to speak over each other.
Before eleven, Ros, Gwen, and Mr and Mrs Kavanagh joined us. According to Anastasia, Kate's parents were looking forward to meeting the family of the boy that had charmed their daughter.
Anastasia, my siblings, Ros, Gwen, Kate, Ethan and I settled into one of the tables to play board games. Kate, Ros and I destroyed everyone else at every game until Anastasia roped Ray into playing Risk, and he wiped the floor with us.
My father took over the barbeque, wearing his usual 'Kiss the Cook' apron, which my mother took seriously. While I got no pleasure in seeing them kiss, I finally saw them as a couple to emulate. For years, I'd thought I'd never fall in love and get married, but now that I had Anastasia, I hoped we'd be like them in a few decades.
I briefly wondered if would we ever be like them, like this: with a backyard full of family and friends; if marriage and children were in my future. A few months ago, the answer would have been a resolute no. Now, I could picture myself married to Anastasia. If anything, I couldn't imagine a future without her.
But children?
I could see Anastasia and me a decade from now, living in a house similar to this, entertaining our parents, my siblings, and even Ros and Gwen during Independence Day, or Christmas, or the New Year; but I couldn't picture children of our own running around the backyard, or bringing over their loved ones as adults… I couldn't truly see it, but the thought didn't horrify me either, as it would have at one point. Nonetheless, it was way too early to be thinking about such things.
Lunch was delicious, and the afternoon was spent drinking, chatting and playing. Kate got her wish to play 'Truth or Drink' with Elliot, Ros and Gwen, while the rest of us stayed well away from them.
I turned to look at Anastasia to find her lost in thought.
"Beautiful?" She turned towards me. "You look miles away."
She smiled at me and wrapped her arms around my neck.
"I was just thinking about how three months ago we didn't know each other, and now look at us… We've grown a lot."
I snorted. That was an understatement. "Two months ago, we fought whenever we tried to talk."
She smiled fondly, probably recalling the rough transition from our relationship in the club to the one in Seattle. Two months ago, at the beginning of May, our temporary contract had been about to end and Anastasia had wanted nothing to do with me and my usual long-term contract.
She'd wanted nothing to do with me, yet here we were, hugging like a couple from one of Anastasia's books.
"It was like trying to get blood out of a stone, trying to make you understand," she whispered.
"It was like trying to get blood out of a stone, trying to make you listen to me."
She beamed and I smiled back at her.
"I guess we were meant to be."
I thought so.
I kissed her nose and hugged her closer.
The sweet moment was interrupted a few minutes later by my mother.
"Aren't they cute?" she whispered, but she wasn't standing far enough from us.
"We can hear you, Mother," I muttered and Anastasia giggled.
When I let go of my girl to turn to look at Grace, she had her camera pointed at us and was smiling fondly, while looking proud of herself.
The rest of the day was just as pleasant and entertaining. Ethan took care of the firework show that night, and the night was illuminated with bursts of colourful lights coming from all over the neighbourhood. Anastasia and I watched the spectacle as I hugged her against my chest, much like we had in the Copping Together ball. This night the show of lights was disorganised but on such a large scale you'd be hard-pressed to find a black area in the sky. It was unpredictable and colourful and fun, just like my new relationship with Anastasia—as opposed to the orderly if exhilarating show that usually accompanied exterior formal events and could be compared to my past contractual relationships.
I much preferred my angel, and the all-encompassing show going on that night.
My grandparents, and Mr and Mrs Kavanagh left soon afterwards, but the rest of us would be spending the night at my parents' house again. I had a hot girlfriend who I hadn't slept with in over a week, and the dry spell would be forced to continue for another night.
Done with the inappropriate games, Mia suggested Karaoke that night. My mother loved Karaoke, so she and my father, as well as Ray, accompanied us that night. The choices of music were eclectic, from romantic ballads to pop and rock songs. As the night progressed and the blood alcohol increased, the quality of the singing decreased.
"Will you sing something now?" Anastasia asked me at the beginning of the night, just after my father had sung 'Wild Thing.' She pouted at me, and because I was wrapped around her little finger, I agreed. There weren't many songs I recognised in the list of options, so I ended up singing 'Wherever You Will Go' by The Calling. That song I knew from a pile of music sheets Mia had gifted me a few years back.
Everyone stared at me as I sang. I tried to focus on my girl and ignore my family's staring. While they had heard me play the piano before, I'd never sung in front of them. It was one of the things I felt self-conscious about, and probably the silliest. It was no surprise I avoided talking about my scars or my fighting phase as a teenager, but singing was—well, maybe the issue derived from the fact I'd refused to speak for years, which was something I still felt insecure about.
And thus I kept my eyes on Anastasia as I sang for her, knowing that if I looked at my family, I'd get overwhelmed and be unable to let out another sound.
It was a relief when the song ended.
Anastasia smiled at me excitedly before giving me a tight hug and a chase kiss.
"That was beautiful. I love your voice," she said. She was acting like this was no big deal—because she didn't know I'd never sung in front of my family before or how hard this had been for me—and that helped me relax. I had gone through the whole song without stuttering or shutting down—or even being off-pitch. I could do this!
Kate then dragged Anastasia and Mia to sing 'Girls Only Wanna Have Fun' with her.
My mother sat down next to me and whispered, "That was beautiful, son."
She looked at me with tears in her eyes and opened her mouth as if she were about to say something, but then changed her mind. She smiled fondly at me, kissed my cheek, and turned to look at the girls.
I looked horrified at her tears, still not over the drama from the night before my birthday. Additionally, I didn't want her to make a big deal about my singing, and thankfully she seemed to understand that.
After another two songs, I'd calmed down significantly and allowed Elliot to talk me into singing a ridiculous song with him that'd been popular when we were teenagers. I got roped into singing another two songs, the last one being 'Your Love Is King.' I liked the effect that song was having on my tipsy Kitty. She looked like she wanted to rip off my clothes.
As soon as the song was over, she stood up and said "I'm knackered," as she stretched. "It's been a long day, and I need to be up early tomorrow."
"Indeed," I muttered, happy to make my escape with her. That had been enough socialising for the day. "Goodnight, everyone. We'll see you in the morning."
As soon as we'd stepped out of the living room, Anastasia grabbed my hand and hurried us up the stairs.
"Baby?" I asked warily.
"I need you," she muttered as she reached for the bottom of my t-shirt.
I grabbed her wrists and reminded her, "Your dad's downstairs."
"So are your parents, and that has never stopped us before."
Yes, but they were excited I finally had a girlfriend, while Ray wouldn't hesitate to shoot me if he knew all the kinky stuff I'd done to his precious daughter.
She pulled her hands away from mine and I let her go, ready to stop her if she tried to undress me again. She changed her tactics instead and took off her shirt.
Damn.
She was wearing a pink lacy bra. This one was rather demure and wasn't even see-through, but she had me entranced. I felt myself going hard.
"It's been a long week, handsome," she said huskily as she removed her shorts. Hmm… matching pink panties. "I need you," she added with a pout as she took off her bra. She knew just how to drive me insane, my nymph. "Don't make me fly solo," she finished as she removed her panties.
"You know that's something I don't mind watching," I reminded her.
For weeks, I'd been hearing her please herself through the phone. I missed seeing her touch herself.
I took a step toward her and she lay down on the bed.
"I'd rather you touch me."
"Come on, baby. I want to see you pleasure yourself. Show me what you do when we talk on the phone at night."
She blushed and bit her lip in thought. I knew she'd agreed the moment she closed her eyes, bashful.
First, she kneaded her left breast with her hand. A second later her right hand joined in, travelling from her sternum to her mound. Entranced, I climbed into bed between her spread legs.
I stared as her fingers sneaked in between her labia to touch her clit and tease her entrance. She got lost in her touch and melted into my old mattress. How many times had I touched myself in this exact room as a teenager? Who would have thought I'd end up with a girl who loved me and would happily touch herself for me?
"I need… more," breathed out Anastasia as she pressed against her clit.
Fuck.
I immediately slid two fingers inside her wet pussy and she gasped.
"Like this, baby?"
"Yes!" she hissed.
Suddenly her left hand, which had been in her breast, was grabbing my head. I looked up to see those hooded blue eyes watching me. She guided my head to one of her breasts and I latched onto her nipple. My free hand found her other breast while her hand caressed my hair. Even when we were being kinky, we were making love.
The both of us worked together to please Anastasia's body. Who would have thought teamwork could be this fun? A few minutes later, I felt my Kitty tense around my fingers as she arched her back.
I was so painfully hard that I couldn't wait anymore. I couldn't even remember why I hadn't wanted to fuck Anastasia that very night. I took off my clothes quickly and slid myself inside her, taking her quickly and desperately. After having seen my Kitty touch herself and then finger-fucking her, I didn't last long. Luckily, neither did she. Soon, we were coming together, moaning each other's names.