"Me too," she moaned in between little cries from the collision of our bodies, punctuated by the wet slapping sound. I counted backwards in my head to give myself that extra ten seconds of endurance, which was all I could muster, a rarity for me.
Thankfully, it was enough. "Fuuuuuccckkkkkkk," Krystal screeched into the blanket, followed maybe two seconds later by my incomprehensible grunt as I also orgasmed, my balls drawing up tight before almost painfully exploding, filling her with my come. I knew she wasn't on any protection, we'd talked about it, but neither of us cared. We'd let fate or karma decide that issue for us.
My hips finally relaxed after what seemed like an eternity, and I rolled to my side, pulling Krystal with me to spoon while my cock deflated and slipped out of her. Kissing the damp skin of her neck, I held her tight and let my exhaustion overtake me. "I love you."
* * *
Krystal
Both of us were more tired than we thought, and after a quick clean up, we slept soundly through the night. I woke up the next morning to the sound of soft knocking on the door. Looking down, I found myself naked still, and Julian was sleeping deeply. I rolled out of bed and hurriedly pulled on a bathrobe that I saw hanging from the back of Julian's door before opening it.
"Good morning," Yuki greeted me softly. She looked over my shoulder and saw Julian sprawled out on the bed, the sheets pulled up to his mid-stomach. "Congratulations."
"Thank you, but I am a bit surprised you are congratulating us. What's up, Yuki?"
"It's eight in the morning. Your mother wanted to know if you were going to have breakfast with the family. Also, your Aunt Gina called, said she is coming to visit today. I was wondering if I should put her in the room you used to use, or another one?"
I thought about my Aunt Gina. The bad girl of the Aksoy family. She'd earned the reputation, deservedly I might add. That is, if the stories my father had told me were in any way true. The walking definition of a pansexual, Gina was never known to turn down a hot body, male or female, although she never could hang onto a relationship for longer than a few dates. I wasn't sure if Gina actually had any real taboos, except for legal ones, and even then I wasn't too sure. Still, she was family, and had been the maid of honor at my mother's wedding, even if it was a bit of a joke to make her a maid of anything. "I'd prefer if you could do it down the hallway maybe, Yuki? Uh, Julian and I....."
"Are young people in love," Yuki replied tactfully. "If I may offer advice, there are many places on the manor grounds where amorous activities would be very private and unlikely to be observed or overheard."
I chuckled and looked at her. "Are you speaking from personal experience, Yuki?"
She smiled shook her head no. "Breakfast?"
I looked back at Julian, who was still sleeping soundly. "Give me five minutes to put some actual clothes on, and tell mother I'll meet her downstairs in a few."
Yuki nodded and turned to go. I closed the door and turned to watch Julian. He'd been through so much, and the stress was catching up to him. He could use the sleep. I went over to the bed and kissed his temple, where his hair was still kind of short and prickly before changing into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt before going downstairs. I found Mom in the small dining alcove that I remembered she liked to have breakfast in. "Good morning Mom."
"Hey sweetie. Sorry I had to send Yuki, but John already had to go into the office today, and if I waited any longer I was going to have a serious case of the munchies. How'd you sleep?"
I was a little peeved at my mother, honestly. I understood that she wasn't exactly comfortable with my relationship with Julian, but she didn't have to send Yuki. She could have knocked on my door herself. And seriously, who asks a young woman like me in a new relationship with a sexy guy like Julian how she slept? I didn't exactly ask Mom how she slept on her wedding night to John. Still, I swallowed it and put on a smile. "It was fine, Mom. Thanks. How about you?"
"It wasn't the most sound sleep I've ever had, but overall it was okay. John and I talked long after you two went to bed last night. Krystal, it's not the fact that John and I are married that has me worried about you and Julian. It's not like you guys even knew each other before the wedding. What has me concerned is Julian's history. Let's face it, he hasn't been the most stand-up of people for most of his life."
"And you know why, Mom," I replied. "Hell, he believed a huge lie for most of his life, and he was angry about it. How would you have felt in his situation?"
"I know honey, it's just.... he's been that way for a very long time. Are you sure he's really changed, or at least ready to change?"
One of the servants brought breakfast, and I ate in silence for a long time, barely tasting what had been prepared. Part of me was pissed off at Mom, while the other part of me was trying to formulate an answer to what she had asked me. Thankfully, in the end, the part of me trying to answer won out.
"Mom, I watched Julian for weeks. He wasn't perfect. Hell, he got me in trouble at work his second night in Chicago. But, and I still don't know why or for what reason, he's acted with a pure heart towards me the whole time. He's worked hard to become a man since coming to Chicago, Mom. You know, one time he even had a chance to seduce me, and he walked away? I was there, and yes I was willing, but he didn't think it was right, so he walked away. Now, does that sound like the Julian Castelbon that he was?"
Mom thought about it until she finished her second cup of green tea, then set it down. "You know I'm still going to worry. I haven't had the chance to observe Julian the way you have. I only know him from second hand interactions and the pain he caused John. But I also know you're a smart young woman, and if you trust him, then I'll have to give him the benefit of the doubt."
"Thank you Mom," I said, not adding like it's your decision anyway. I'll be honest, I was mad at my mother. She'd never acted this way towards any of the other men I'd ever introduced her to, although that wasn't often, and not for a long time now. It offended me that after getting through college, working my way into the line at Alinea, and doing it all on my own, she still doubted me. I wasn't happy, but I knew blowing up at her wasn't going to make it any better. She's as stubborn as I am, and it takes a lot to change her mind once she says something.
I decided instead to change the subject. "So what are you doing after breakfast today?"
Mom shrugged. "Well, I was originally going to go into the office with John to help him out on his work today, I've really come to enjoy it, but with your Aunt Gina coming, in I knew I couldn't. God knows what she's got on her mind, but she insisted on coming up. Have you spoken to her recently?"
"No, not since the wedding. You know how Gina is, Mom. She's always had a side to her that's very strategic. She likes her surprises."
"I'll say. Although I will admit at times to thinking other words to describe her than strategic."
I nodded and pursed my lips. "I know, I know. Mom, I've said the same things about Gina you have. But she is Dad's youngest sister, and she's never directly tried to pull anything on us. So, despite her Machiavellian demeanor and, let's face it, her morals of Mae West, she's not all that bad. You did have her as the maid of honor after all."
We were going to continue the conversation when Julian came in, still rubbing his hand through his hair. He was so cute when he just woke up, I wanted to cuddle with him right then and there. While he normally shaved daily, that morning he looked scruffy and scrumptious. "Good morning ladies. Sorry I slept so long."
"That's okay, it gave us a chance to talk like two girls," Mom replied. She gave me a look that I returned, then finished her last bite of breakfast, and stood up. "Julian, I hate to say it, but I think the rest of breakfast is cold by now. Do you want the staff to heat something up for you?"
"That's okay Sandra, I'll probably just go raid the fridge. Let me go see what Chef has in the leftover pile and nuke that for two minutes. I don't want to put him out any more than he is, thanks though. So what's on the agenda for today?"
"
Not much. You two go enjoy yourselves, and when John comes home we can all get together and figure out what to do later. In the mean time, I'm off. I'll see you soon." Mom got up and left, and Julian watched her go before turning to me.
"She's still not cool with us, is she?"
"I don't think so," I replied. "But she's trying, Julian. Give her time."
"I understand. If I were her, I'd be a little worried with my daughter dating a guy like me too." He walked towards the kitchen, and stopped about halfway there, turning towards me. "Whoa."
"What?"
"I just said dating in connection with us. It's true, isn't it? We're boyfriend and girlfriend now."
I sat there, surprised as well. "I'd never thought of it that way. I was just kind of going with the flow, you know?"
Julian thought about it and nodded. "Me too. Hold on though, I do need some food before I can actually think more."
Julian ended up with leftover hamburger patties with a bit of barbecue sauce, which he heated up and then ate in efficient, large bites, wiping his mouth with a napkin in between. "If we have time later, I'd like to head down to the community center. I want to see if my record is still on the wall," he said as he washed the plate and put it away. I noticed that the washing caused the kitchen staff to whisper in surprise to each other, and they watched Julian like he was a total stranger. In a lot of ways though, he was. "I mean, that and get a workout in."
"I'm sure. But we should probably be back by early afternoon. My Aunt Gina is coming in."
For the first time, I saw something pass over Julian's face that I didn't understand. "Gina?"
"Yeah, you remember her. She was the maid of honor at Mom's wedding, and you had a dance with her at the reception."
Julian nodded like he was in shock. "Um yeah...yeah. I remember Gina."
Chapter 20
Julian
Gina.
Fuck.
Of all the people in the world, why did Krystal's aunt, who I had just happened to have had sex with, come to visit at the exact same time that Krystal and I came out to our parents about our relationship? Talk about karma coming to bite me in the ass.
"Julian? What's wrong?"
I blinked and saw Krystal looking at me, concern mixed with something else on her face. She was confused, and I could see why. But what was I supposed to say? "Uh, nothing. Just something crossed my mind. Okay, so we'll be back by early afternoon. Before that though, I'd like to find Yuki and ask her some stuff. Would you mind letting me cut loose and talk to her? Some of it goes back to before you and I met, and I don't want to drag up too many old problems."
Krystal looked at me, that same expression on her face, and nodded slowly. "Okay," she said, and I knew I had to do some serious thinking and quick. "Maybe we can head down to the community center at about eleven?"
"Okay," I said. I wiped my hands on the kitchen towel and hung it back on its rack. Leaning in, I whispered in Krystal's ear. "Please. I know it's weird, but it'll be okay."
Krystal nodded again, and whispered back. "You sure?"
"Yeah. I love you."
"I love you too."
We headed off our separate directions, and I looked furiously for Yuki. It wasn't that I really needed to apologize for anything, or to rehash old issues from my high school days. Instead, I wanted to find Yuki for the exact purpose my father had her around. Besides being an excellent house manager, she was smart as hell, and had given my father plenty of good advice over the years. If she could advise Dad, maybe she'd have some advice for me as well. My father already had enough to think about with Krystal and I, and I didn't want to bother him.
I finally found Yuki in the place I least expected, her office, which was next to the servant's dining room. She rarely used it, preferring to be out and around the grounds either doing things herself or monitoring the other workers. However, she was also responsible for the household budgeting, which meant a couple hours a month on the computer using Quicken, and that was where I found her, going through receipts and double checking account balances. I knocked on the door frame, causing her to look up. "Yuki? Do you have a minute?"
"Of course Julian," she said, closing the lid on her laptop. "Come in, have a seat. Is there something I can do for you?"
I came into the office and closed the door behind me. She looked at me with the same inscrutable eyes she always had as I collapsed into the chair across from her, and put my face in my hands. "Yuki, I think I've seriously fucked up."
I heard her sigh, and I looked up to see her pursing her lips and putting her chin in the cup of one palm. "How so?"
I laid it all out for her. My original plan, how I ended up fucking Gina in the library, and the entire aftermath. I even told her the truth about what caused me to go from Los Angeles to Chicago, and how Krystal had changed me. I told her everything, editing out only the parts that would be considered a bit too pornographic.
"Yuki, you've helped my Dad so often with advice. I don't really want to talk to him or Sandra, they're already skeptical about my relationship with Krystal. I don't know who I can turn to. What should I do?"
Yuki sat silently for a moment, then set her hands on the desk. "Julian, it comes down to one question, and one question only. Do you truly love Krystal?"
The first tears spilled down my face and I nodded. "More than life itself."
"Then you need to tell her. Tell her the truth."
I looked up at the ceiling of her office, and felt my heart tighten in my chest. "If I do that, she'll hate me. Yuki, I originally planned on fucking her just to get to my father. That's not the sort of foundation a loving relationship is built on."
Yuki nodded, but shrugged. "There have been stranger ones. You could be like me and Lizette."
Lizette was Yuki's wife, the two lesbians having gotten married in Massachusetts as soon as it was legal. "I've never met her, Yuki. You've never let me meet her, probably for good reason. The most I've ever seen is photos of her."
"Well did you know that Lizette and I met at a conversion therapy seminar?"
"A what?"
"Conversion therapy. It's the idea that through counseling and other psychiatric therapies, homosexuality can be treated, and we can become straight."
I sat there, shocked. Yuki, the entire time she'd worked for my father, had always been up front about her lesbianism, and never had seemed the type to be ashamed of it. It wasn't like she was some militant feminazi in your face lesbian, but rather that it was just a matter of fact of life about her, like her black hair or her left handedness. To think that this confident, intelligent woman had been so tormented about her sexual identity as to go to such a sham seminar was shocking. "Okay, I've heard of that, just in a different name. Isn't it all, well, bullshit?"
"It is, but when you've put up with ostracism and outright bigotry all your life, even bullshit can have a ray of hope," Yuki replied. "Either way, we met there, and both of us were desperate. Lizette had been abused in past relationships, and as for me, well, growing up in Japan which is so male dominated and conservative in general, I was at the end of my rope. My father had said he would disown me if I didn't find a husband and pronto, and my mother.... well, my mother was just in total denial. Any picture she saw of me with a girlfriend was just friends, like many young Japanese have."
"Wow, I never knew. No offense Yuki, but you always have seemed to be pretty strong-willed."
"You were a very angry teenage boy at that time, Julian, I'm surprised you noticed anything. But in any case, there I was at the seminar, and as soon as I saw Lizette, I was smitten. I'd seen her glance at me a few times, and I knew regardless of what else was said, I was done. I was beyond hope. So that night, I climbed up to the roof of the center they were doing the seminar, and I planned to jump off the roof."
"Holy shit," I said, shocked. "What happened?"
"I found Lizette up there. When I approached, she turned and looked at me with those amber eyes of hers and she talked me out of it
, and from then on, we've been inseparable.
"Jesus. I never knew."
It was hard to take in, the thought that Yuki the strong, wise, perfect house manager had once been a suicidal wreck. "So you and Lizette have lived happily ever after?"
"Hell no!" Yuki replied with a laugh. "We've had our share of ups and downs, Julian. We're a couple, and no couple outside of the fairy tales has a perfect relationship. I personally think that Cinderella probably gave Prince Charming a good smack upside his head more than once after their wedding. But we're still together because we're honest with each other. So tell Krystal. If your love is as strong as you say it is, then she'll stand by you. It may piss her off, it pisses me off to know what you did, but she'll forgive you in time."
I nodded, and stood up. "Thanks, Yuki. How is it you're not working as some sort of quarter million dollar a year executive or something?"
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