On her way towards the stairs, she passed Crispin’s room and paused when she spotted him standing by his window. He appeared lost in thought, staring off into the treetops.
“You all right, Crispin?” Becky asked, stirring him from his musings.
“Just fine…” he said with an audible sigh.
He was obviously still pining after Gracie, silly girl that she was. Unable to walk away, Becky entered his room and came to stand at his side. “Poor prickly Goth,” she whispered softly.
“Aw… Becky, leave me be,” he said with a frown. “I don’t need your pity. I don’t have the patience or the tolerance for you silliness right now.” He waved her off with a dismissive flick of his wrist. “Don’t you have somewhere to go, something to do other than bother me?”
Hurt and taken aback, Becky left him without another word. He hadn’t meant any of that, she was sure. Still, she’d be lying if she said that his dismissal of her hadn’t stung.
Moments later, all thoughts of Crispin vanished at the mere sight of Kelley leaning by the front door with a killer smile on his handsome face.
“Go on, get your coat on,” he encouraged, smiling as she scrambled for her things.
“Do I need a hat?” she asked when she returned to his side, looking past him at the front yard, covered in freshly fallen snow.
Kell couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight of her all wrapped up in her navy blue peacoat, scarf, and mittens. Taking the hat from her, he put it in his coat pocket and took her by the hand.
“Not just yet,” he said, leading her towards his car. “You might want to take the mitts and scarf off too. You’ll be awfully warm in the car. I thought we’d take a drive in the country today.”
“Where to?” Becky said, getting into the passenger seat and buckling in.
“Well, how do you feel about checking out the local wineries in Prince Edward County?” he asked with and expectant smile, that amplified impossibly brighter when she clapped and gave a little squeal. “Perhaps we might even pick up a few bottles for Christmas and New Year’s Eve.”
“Kelley, that’s an amazing idea!” she said excitedly. Wow, what an unexpected but most pleasant turn of events.
Kell could only smile at her enthusiasm. To say he was positively smitten with this girl would be a huge understatement. In fact, Kelley had never felt more in love with anyone in his entire life.
Becky had come into his life at the right time. That’s what he now realized. She filled that gaping big hole in his heart so completely that it was impossible to imagine a world without her in it.
The realization both thrilled and scared him to death. The power that this wisp of a woman had over him was immeasurable, so much so that he was almost afraid to tell her. She could crush him, and he could never survive it.
At the same time, he realized that he was still quite confused as to how this would all work out. What would happen at the end of the school year? Would she stay? Would she go? Dare he assume that they were… exclusive?
She was still so young. Granted he was only three years older, but at this stage in their lives, three years made a whole lot of difference. She might want to explore other possibilities. God forbid other relationships. As much as that thought killed him, he also knew that it was well within her right to do so.
Oh, so many questions. For that matter, what would become of the House of Goths? Would they all separate after graduation? Go their own ways? Much like himself, Crispin, Keegan, and Dorian would graduate in less than two years, yet she was only just starting out. Funny how no one ever brought it up.
Then there was the band. Would they even continue to be a band beyond graduation or will the eventually give it all up?
And what of Becky? Would she stick around until she graduated or would she eventually get tired of living at the House of Goths and search out other lodgings?
These questions and thoughts had taken over his mind ever since the start of the Christmas holidays. Granted, there was still plenty of time to figure things out, but dwelling on the unknown was slowly killing him.
Becky was in heaven. What more could a girl want than to spend the day with her handsome boyfriend whilst on an adventurous drive through the countryside?
Kell truly was an enigma to her. He could be quite moody, and for the most part, she had gotten used to this trait. It should bother her more, and, yes, it did still hurt when he would take off by himself, but in the end, he was always there for her when she needed him, and that is what mattered most.
He wasn’t the clingy type, but at times like these, Becky sensed his need for reassurance. He was a romantic, yet he didn’t smother her. He could even be a tad cool and detached at times, wanting, needing to be alone a lot. That bothered her a little because all she wanted was to be with him 24/7.
For the most part, it was okay because during his moments of wanting to be on his own, Becky could usually find one of the other guys to hang with.
As Becky watched the rolling snow-covered hills of the Prince Edward County from the passenger seat of Kell’s Charger, she sighed wistfully. It was a lovely, sunny winter’s day. Christmas Eve was tomorrow. She suddenly felt quite blessed to be where she was, to have met Kelley when she did. Glancing sideways at him as he drove, she felt her heart skip a beat. He was bopping his head to the latest song on the radio, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel.
Sensing her eyes upon him, he gave her a handsome smile and a playful wink. He placed his right hand on her knee and gave it a little squeeze.
“Keep looking at me like that, and I may just have to pull over and have my way with you,” he said, raising a predatory eyebrow.
“Oooh, scary,” she teased. “But don’t tempt me!”
“Scary?” He chuckled, running his hand further up her thigh.
“Good, scary…” she gasped, placing her hand over his, needing it a little higher yet.
“Fuck, Becky…” he groaned, suddenly having a hard time focusing on the road. “You’re undeniable!” Still, he did what he could. With his right hand firmly entrenched between her squirmy thighs, he managed to find a quiet turn off the main road and parked under a canopy of snow-covered pines.
Dutifully turning off the engine, he quickly undid his seatbelt and literally tackled his horny little housemate. Granted, it was a tad challenging, in such tight quarters, yet he still managed quite efficiently to unsnap the button of her jeans, undo the zipper, and slide his hand home.
“Uh… Kelley, yes,” Becky squealed, turning towards him, granting his magical fingers better access to where she wanted them most. She flung her arms around his neck, grappled his long black hair and held on. He truly was a magician with his hands. She nearly lost her mind while as he kissed her, he circled the swollen pearl of her womanhood with his fingers. Tweaking and pulling at the helpless little bud until she literally screamed with want.
“Fuck, Becky…” he husked, answering her desperate plea as he sunk not one, but two fingers into her hot wet depths. “I love it when you pull my hair,” he crooned, nuzzling his nose into her ear.
“I love it when you do this,” she moaned, arching her hips to better feel his most welcome intrusion. Wanting to reciprocate, Becky reached for his crotch and cupped his impressive erection through his jeans. “Kelley…”
“Oh, Becky…” he groaned, whilst plunging his tongue into her mouth, his fingers into her body at the same time. She was so close, he could feel her orgasm arise. He could always tell when she was close. Not that he was too far behind. If she kept touching him with her hand, he might just come at the same time. That he couldn’t let happen, though. As much as he’d love to let loose, he had too many plans for the rest of the day. Running around with a stain on his crotch just wouldn’t do.
He nearly died when he felt her shudder and moan, coming apart in his hands. It was that last little bit he did with his thumb. It was a sure shot winner every time. She’d never made it past the fourth turn before rewarding h
im with her honeyed release. Greedy for a taste, he recovered his hand and stuck his slick fingers into his mouth, relishing the tangy sweetness of her.
“Oh… Kelley.” She sighed, breathing heavily into his chest. “Let me touch you.” With her hand still on his magnificent package, she was suddenly overwhelmed with the need to please him as he’d done her.
“Becky…” He didn’t know what he wanted more. He didn’t want her to stop touching him, yet he didn’t want to come in his pants, that’s for sure. Thank God, she stepped up to the plate and decided for him. Before he realized what she was doing, he felt a tug on his zipper and then her little fingers were there, encircling his girth. Suddenly, at her mercy, he leaned back into his seat as she continued her lovely caress.
“Love, you don’t have to…” he started to say when he realized what she was about to do next. At the same time, he wanted nothing more than to have happen, what she was determined to accomplish.
Hesitating for only a moment to seek permission with her eyes, of which he most excitedly granted, Becky placed chaste little kisses on his taut midriff, whilst he eagerly released his impressive erection from the confines of his pants.
Taking but a moment to survey their surroundings to make sure they were still alone, Kell once again relaxed back and focused his full attention on Becky’s pretty little mouth as she kissed him.
“Becky, that is so hot!” he groaned, cupping the back of her head, tangling his fingers into her hair.
Just a tad overwhelmed at the immensity of the task before her, Becky continued to kiss him along his length. She wanted to do it right even though she had never done this before and she had not a clue as to what exactly to do. She only hesitated for a moment, though. Hearing the sounds he was making and seeing the pleasure upon his face at the gentlest of touches, she was suddenly very confident in her ability to please him.
To say that it was purely for his sake, though, would be a lie. In fact, she was quite in love with this wondrous part of his anatomy. It was beautiful, powerful and it was hers. Looking at him through the eyes of an artist, she was captivated, through the eyes of a woman, she was inspired and highly motivated!
Collecting him in both her hands, his length in one, the weight of his sack in the other, she nearly swooned with desire. Placing her mouth over the tip of his penis, she suddenly panicked at the size of him. Could she do this without gagging?
“Becky… please…” he moaned, massaging her cheeks with his thumbs. Recognizing her hesitation for what it was, he gently traced her lips with his thumb. “You don’t have to take it all in, just the tip, love.” Could he love her more than he did at that moment? Not possible.
“Okay… I’m gonna try,” she said with a shy smile. It was all the encouragement she needed, hearing his sigh of surrender as she turned her attention back to the task at hand. Holding him in place, she cupped her lips over the tip of him and then lowered her mouth. Circling his girth with her tongue, she smiled at the taste of the moisture at its crest. She must be doing something right, she thought as she felt him buckle and tighten his grip on her hair.
“Oh… you’re killing me with that sweet mouth of yours,” he moaned, biting his bottom lip.
Feeling brave, she attempted to take him in deeper, careful not to accidentally bite him with her teeth. Pleased with her progression so far, she gave it a tentative suck. She immediately backed off when he gasped, confusing his pleasure for pain.
“Fuck me, Becky…” he gasped, tightening his grip on her once again. “Baby, don’t stop,” he whispered encouragingly when she hesitated. God help him, he could’ve just died when she turned and looked at him for reassurance. His precious little Becky.
With confidence, she continued her sweet assault on his pulsating erection. He wouldn’t last much longer at this rate. As much as he wanted to prolong the glorious agony, his body had other plans.
Watching her shy, yet determined attempts to wrap that gorgeous little mouth around him was too much for him to bear! Still, he forced himself to hold off.
Once again, Becky took him into her mouth, relaxing her jaw a bit more this time. Tightening her grip gently around the bottom of his girth, she started to bob her head up and down along its length, taking in as much as she could. She could feel the tension in him build. He was trying very hard to remain in control. He was holding her head so steady, it is was hard to tell what he might do.
Feeling brave, Becky dove in further, a little too much, causing herself to gag. It was enough to drive him over the edge. One moment, he was in her mouth, the next, he swiftly yanked her away, but not before spilling a good portion of himself across her lips.
Overwhelmed, but wanting to please him, Becky attempted to swallow what she caught in her mouth. Unprepared, though, she started to cough.
“Hey, come here, you,” Kelley cooed, so full of love for her. “You don’t have to do that.” Reaching into the backseat, he dug around and found a box of tissue. “Here,” he said, gently wiping her face before cleaning himself off. He then took her in his arms and cradled her into his chest. “That… was…”
“I’m sorry…” she started to say, saddened at her failure to follow through, at least, that’s what she believed.
“Sorry? Sorry for what?” he asked, gazing at her, realizing from the look on her face what she was thinking. “Oh, love…” He nearly chuckled. “That’s was beautiful, what you did for me.”
“But I…”
“For Pete’s sake, Becky,” he said unable to contain his glee filled laughter. “I don’t expect you to swallow.”
“But isn’t that what I’m supposed to do?”
“Aw…” He placed a kiss on her head. “It’s only if you want to.”
“Oh… maybe next time.”
Lord, she wasn’t done stealing what was left of his heart. “Becky, just know that I loved every second of what you did,” he said, still gasping for air.
“Me too,” she said with a dreamy smile.
A little further along the country road, Kell turned into a smaller winding lane, leading up to their first winery. Still quite enamoured with what had transpired earlier, Kell reached over and placed a kiss on Becky’s lips.
“Best get ready to sample some wine, sugar lips,” he said with a smile.
“Oh, how exciting!” she said, clapping her hands together. “I’m no expert, though. You’ll have to walk me through this.”
“You may not be an expert, but you are an artist in everything you do.” He leaned in and gave her a passionate kiss, one that left them both breathless.
“Aw… Kelley,” she swooned.
After sampling a few varieties of wines, whites and reds, different types of grapes, Rieslings, Chardonnays, and Cabernet Sauvignon, Becky was feeling pleasantly weightless. “Slow down, Becky,” Kell warned, steadying her as they exited the latest winery.
“Who knew there were so many wineries in Prince Edward County?” she said, leaning into him as the made their way back to the car.
“Pretty cool, isn’t it?” He chuckled, watching her while placing their purchases in the trunk. “We’ll have plenty to drink over the holidays.”
“You haven’t even tried any, though. What if you don’t like my choices?” she asked worriedly.
“Oh, I’m sure that won’t be an issue,” he said, taking her hand. “Besides, someone’s got to drive.”
“You’re too good to me, Kelley,” she said, reaching up on her tiptoes, and planting a sloppy kiss on his chin.
At her words, Kell couldn’t help but worry that he might eventually disappoint her. Those old feelings of unworthiness came over him. He’d end up hating himself if he ever hurt her. The idea frightened him to no end.
“Go on, Becky, get in the car.” Firmly setting her on the ground, he led her to the passenger’s side door.
“You all right?” Becky asked after they’d driven in silence for the longest time.
“Why wouldn’t I be?” he asked rather b
rusquely.
“I don’t know… you’re awfully quiet.”
“There’s nothing wrong with a little quiet,” he said, turning up the car stereo, effectively shutting her down.
The moody Goth had returned, Becky thought with a resolute sigh. Never mind, he’d soon snap out of it as he always did.
***
“A Tea Room?” Becky exclaimed, reading the sign as Kell, once again, turned off the main road.
“Not just any old tea room. It’s the Teddy Bear Picnic Tea Room,” he explained, losing his resolve and chuckling at himself. When he’d seen it on the brochure at the last winery, he couldn’t resist taking Becky there for lunch. God forbid anyone he knew, see him in this ridiculous place.
“Really?” Becky giggled, looking from him, all dressed in gothy black, to the front porch of the quaint little country house-turned tearoom.
“Listen, here,” he said, pulling her into him, looking very stern. “You breathe a word of this to anyone…”
Becky couldn’t contain her amusement at the seriousness in his voice. She bubbled over with laughter and threw her arms around his neck. “Oh, Kelley, you silly old Goth!”
“I’m serious, not even Crispin, especially Crispin!”
Chapter 47
Christmas morning, Becky awoke to the sounds of shuffling about in the near distance. She automatically reached around to where Kelley should be to discover him gone. One at a time, she opened her eyes to find him crouching down on the floor beside the bed. He was looking at her with an expectant yet hesitant expression on his handsome face.
“Merry Christmas, love.” He leaned in and gave her a quick kiss.
“Kelley…” She sat up and happily wrapped her arms around his neck. “Merry Christmas.”
“Becky…” he whispered, holding her dear. “I’ve come to care a great deal for you.”
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