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Afterwards, I sit on my bed in my boxers – content with watching Liv lotion her freshly showered body. When she finishes, she turns towards me.
“You need to moisturize your skin Isaac,” is all she says before she pours a dollop of lotion in her hand and stands up. She stands in between my legs, takes my right arm and starts to rub the lotion in, starting at my bicep, moving slowly down my arm until she reaches my hand. She does the same with my left arm. When she spreads her lotioned hands on my shoulders and starts to massage it into my skin, I grip her panty-covered hips lightly in my hands.
This girl! I find it amazing how one day she walked into my life and I can’t remember how I ever lived without her in my world.
“I love you,” I simply state as I look up into her beautiful face.
At my declaration, her hands still and her eyes go wide and she starts to sputter.
“Yes, I love you.” I state again giving her hips a little shake. “I know I have only known you for a little over two months, but it feels like I have known you a lifetime. I can’t help how I feel - I love you. Deal with it.”
She lets out a little giggle as she smiles at me softly before lowering her head to give me a slow and soft kiss. She pulls back before I can deepen it.
“I love you too. Now deal with that,” she says and she smiles against my lips.
I bark out a laugh, not expecting her to return the sentiment in that fashion. I wrap her in my arms, bring her down to the bed as I roll us until we are both on our sides and hug her tight. We lay like this for a few minutes, just enjoying the moment.
“Come on,” I say finally, patting her lightly on her panty-covered ass. “Let’s get dressed and take Chewy for a walk.”
I quickly pull on a pair of cargo shorts and a t-shirt before sitting back on the bed and watch her get dressed.
She pulls a t-shirt over her head, blocking my view of her pretty bra. She then pulls on a pair of khaki short-shorts, also blocking my view of the matching pretty panties. I stifled a groan when she bends over at the waist and gathers all those beautiful braids into her hands.
Liv has a world-class plump little ass.
She does some type of twisting movement with her hair and rights herself. Her hair is now in some type of high ponytail. Her cheeks are still a bit flushed but she is so beautiful, it makes my chest clench. I stand and walk over to her.
“You are so beautiful,” I say before kissing her soundly. She immediately gives me access to her tongue and I am seriously re-thinking my suggestion to take Chewy for a walk. I reluctantly end the kiss and tug her towards the door. In the hallway, she wakes Chewy by lightly rubbing his rump and talking to him softly. In no time, he is awake and full of energy. We both slip into our shoes before heading out the front door.
Once outside, we take our time. She lets Chewy off his leash and he trots ahead of us, stopping every few steps it seems to piss on something. It is the end of May, a few days before June actually and the weather is warm – maybe in the mid 80’s, but the humidity is low, so it is pleasant. We walk mostly in silence; she is tucked under my arm. My hand is dangling over her shoulder and she is playing with my fingers as we stroll along. When we crest the driveway to my neighbor’s house (which is also my parents’ house) Chewy takes off, his short legs quickly taking him up the driveway and to my parents’ house. We quickly follow up the driveway.
“Chewy!” Liv shouts.
I squeeze her hand.
“He’s fine. I know my neighbors – they’re nice.”
See, this is the thing. If I had told Liv, she would be meeting my parents today; she would have been a nervous mess. Therefore, I didn’t tell her. It’s a risk I know, but I don’t think it will be an issue.
As the house comes into view, I see my pop on the front porch and he is bent over in his chair petting Chewy.
Liv rushes ahead of me.
“I’m so sorry Sir,” she says. “I should have him on a leash. Usually he is good about not running off from me.” She stands at the base of the porch stairs urging Chewy to come to her. Chewy ignores her as he basks in my pop’s affectionate rubs.
I sling my arm around her shoulder, pulling her close to me.
“Hey Pop,” I say.
I can feel Liv stiffen against me. She slowly looks up at me and back at my pop – no doubt taking in the resemblance – then back at me.
“Hey Son,” he replies as if it is an everyday occurrence that I show up at his house with a girl.
Don’t get it twisted - I don’t.
The only time I have introduced a girl I was seeing to my parents was seven years ago.
“This is your dad?” Liv asks in a whisper.
I kiss the side of her head.
“Yeah.” I give her a smile. “Come on, let me introduce you.”
I take her hand and lead her up the porch stairs.
My pop picks up Chewy and then rises from his chair. He comes over and gives me a one-arm hug, kissing my cheek before releasing me.
Most men would have a problem with their father kissing them on the cheek in greeting – but I don’t. My grandfather is a very affectionate man and that is the way he greets you – a hug and then a kiss to the cheek. It was passed on to my pop and uncle Daniel – hence onto me (and Judah). This is how the men in our family greet.
“You good?” he asks as he releases me, jostling a happy Chewy in his arms.
I nod my head. “I want to introduce you to my girl,” knowing that she can hear me.
He turns his attention to Liv.
“Olivia – I would like for you to meet my father, Matthias Rossi. Pop, this is my girlfriend Olivia Simone.”
“So this bundle of fur is yours,” he asks gesturing to her dog in his arms. I hold back a groan, because I know he is about to be his charming self.
Liv nods her head before speaking, “Yes Sir.”
My pop waves a dismissive hand. “None of that ‘Sir’ stuff. You call me ‘Matt’ or ‘Mr. Matty’ as Ivy and Maddie call me.”
Liv just nods and stammers out an “Okay.”
“What’s his name?”
“Chewy.”
“Is that a nod to Star Wars?” my pop asks hesitantly with a hint of excitement in his voice.
She nods enthusiastically and just like that, she is at ease. Pop is a Star Wars nut and I know they will be okay talking about one of their favorite movie franchises while I go in the house and see what my mom is up to. When he finds out she has a comic book collection that could rival his, he may never let her leave the house.
“I’m gonna go in the house and say hi to Mom.” They barely acknowledge me as they chatter on excitedly.
I enter the house and like always, I am transported back to my childhood. The smell of something cooking permeates the air. My nose leads me to the kitchen and sure enough, my mom, Veronica ‘Ronnie’ Rossi, is pulling something from the oven.
“Hey Mom.”
She turns around, placing a pan on the cooling rack. A radiant smile graces her face. I get my dimples from her.
“Hey Baby Boy,” she says before coming over and wrapping me in a hug. Since I have been 14-years-old, I have been taller than my mom, but when I am in her arms, I feel like I am a 5-yearold boy again and she is comforting me. I clear my throat, feeling sentimental and emotional for some reason.
“How are you?” she asks, releasing me from the hug.
“I’m good. I brought Olivia by to meet you guys. She’s outside with Pop right now.”
She has known I have had a girlfriend for a few weeks now and has been periodically asking when she was going to meet her.
“Really?” she asks with barely concealed excitement. “Can you two stay for brunch or do you have other plans?”
I nod my head, “Yeah, we can stay. We have her dog, Chewy, with us. Is it okay for him to come inside?”
“As long as he’s house-trained, it’s okay.”
“He is,�
�� I reply smiling, knowing that she was going to be another one spoiling Liv’s dog.
I spend a few more minutes talking to my mom before Pop and Liv come into the kitchen; Chewy is back on his leash and is trailing behind Liv, surveying his new surroundings.
I reach for Liv’s hand and bring her to me, wrapping my arm around her waist.
“Mom, this is Olivia Simone,” I say proudly – feeling like I am 16 and not a grown ass man. I look down and Liv is blushing something fierce.
“Hi Mrs. Rossi, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”
“Oh - none of that Mrs. Rossi nonsense! Please call me Ronnie or Ms. Ronnie,” she says before pulling Liv from me and engulfing her in a hug. After releasing her, my mom bends down to look at Chewy who is sitting quietly by Liv’s feet.
“Such a cute dog,” she says, rubbing between his ears. “Chewy, right?” She asks, looking up at Liv for confirmation. Liv nods and my mom unhooks him from the leash and picks him up.
“I have heard many good things about you Olivia and this little fella here,” she says standing back up with Chewy cradled in her arms.
Liv blushes deeper, if that is even possible.
“I’m almost done with making brunch,” she says motioning to the stove behind her. “Will you two join us?”
Liv looks up at me briefly and I give her a look as if you say ‘it’s up to you.’
“Sure, that would be great, but only if I can help you finish up with whatever you are making.”
With that decided Mom places Chewy back on the floor before looping her arm with Liv’s and takes her further into the kitchen. I look at Pop and he motions for me to follow him.
A whining sound stops us all in our tracks. Chewy is whining because he doesn’t know who he want wants to go with – Me or Liv.
“Come on Chewy,” I say, pulling a dog biscuit from my pocket.
I am not above bribing a dog.
“Come and hang out with the men.”
Chewy takes one last look at Liv before coming over to me. I give him the dog biscuit and look up at Liv. She is wrinkling her cute little nose at me and shaking her head.
“You are such a cheater,” she says, trying to hold back a smile.
“Yeah, but you still love me.”
“I do,” she replies quietly.
I think we have both forgotten that we are in the presence of my parents as my mom is beaming from ear-to-ear and I swear she is already planning the menu for the wedding in her head.
I sneak a look at my pop and he gives me a wide grin. I know he wants grandkids and I can see him already counting how many we can give him.
Chapter 7 – Surprises
Olivia – End of June
“So when are you guys getting here,” I ask my mama as I put my phone on speaker and place it next to me on my workbench.
“We’ll be there on the second; your daddy’s conference ends on the first so we’ll drive down the next day.”
It’s the week before the Fourth of July and my parents are coming for a visit. My daddy is a speaker at a conference in Washington D.C. the week of the fourth and my mama is going with him. They will rent a car and drive down to Richmond to see me before flying out on the sixth.
“Okay – that sounds good. I will have the spare bedroom ready for you guys. I also want to guys to meet Isaac.”
My mama knows about Isaac, but my daddy doesn’t as he can be a bit of a prickly bear when it comes to guys paying attention to his daughters. We talk a little bit more about mundane things before hanging up. I finish up my work and head back into the house so I can shower and get ready for a date with Isaac.
Isaac arrives just as I am getting out of the shower. I shouldn’t be surprised because he is always early. After I finish putting on a little bit of makeup and styling my hair in my bathroom mirror, I tell Isaac about my parents’ visit next week.
“So,” I say as I walk to stand in the bathroom doorway to talk to him as he lies across my bed playing a game on my iPad. “My parents are coming to visit me the week of the fourth. They will be here on the second and leave out on the sixth. I want you to meet them.”
He looks up at me and gives me an appreciative look as I am only wearing a bra and panties.
“Yeah?” he asks, placing my tablet on the bedside table as he sits up. “Come here.”
I stay where I am, shaking my head as I look at him. If he gets his hands on me before I get dressed, we will not be going out tonight. He is taking me to dinner and then to a movie I really want to see.
“Come on Baby Girl,” he gives me that dimpled smile that still makes me feel like I have just gone down a steep hill on a bicycle with no brakes.
I shake my head at him again.
When he stands and walks over to stand in front of me, I know I am in trouble. He doesn’t touch me, but he is standing so close and I can feel my body vibrating with the anticipation of his touch.
“So you want me to meet your parents?” he asks as his warm peppermint scented breath wafts over me.
I focus my attention to the side of head, because if I look him in the face, I am going to jump him.
“Yeah, if that’s okay – I was thinking that you could come by on the third for dinner so you can meet them.”
“Of course it’s okay,” he answers as he steps impossibly closer to me; my bra-covered nipples barely touching his shirt covered chest. “Do you plan on bringing them to my parents’ cookout on the fourth?”
Isaac’s parents are having a cookout where the guest list will consist of family and a few close friends. I was invited weeks ago.
“Yeah – If that’s okay – do you think your parents will mind?”
He lightly trails a finger from my shoulder down to my wrist and it gives me goosebumps.
“No, my parents won’t mind. They would love to meet your mom and dad.”
“Okay,” I moan out softly when he wraps his arm around my waist before he lowers his head to kiss me.
Isaac takes me to bed and spends the next hour or so appreciating my body. So instead of dinner and a movie, we do a movie and eat movie theater snacks for dinner.
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Isaac – July 1st
At a quarter till 11am, I pull up into Liv’s driveway. Doppelgänger Productions has been short on camera guys and Judah and I had to go on an impromptu out-of-state location shoot to fill in. We had been filming in South Carolina and when we finished the shoot early, I convinced Judah to leave early this morning and we (meaning me) drove the six hours back to Richmond. I didn’t even bother getting out of the truck when I dropped Judah off at home – my only thoughts have been on seeing my girl.
I ring Liv’s doorbell and wait for her to answer. I smile when I hear Chewy’s yappy bark and Liv shushing him. She opens the door and man is she a sight for sore eyes. I missed my girl. I haven’t seen her in four fucking days.
“Isaac!” she exclaims before launching herself into my arms.
I drop my oversized duffle bag, holding her tight against me.
“What are you doing here so early? I thought you were going to be back some time tonight,” she asks as she looks up at me, her lips grazing my scruffy chin.
When I spoke to her last night that is what I told her, not bothering to tell her that I would be home sooner. I shift my head some and give her a kiss that she deepens quickly. I pin her against the doorjamb with my body. I take my time getting reacquainted with her mouth, her taste, her scent – her everything.
“We were able to wrap up early,” I murmur as I come up for air, lightly brushing my lips against hers. “I wanted to surprise you.” I delve in again, not giving her a chance to respond. She moans low and snakes her arms around my waist as I kiss the shit out of her.
A persistent tug at the calf of my jeans has me breaking the kiss and looking down. Chewy has my jeans in his little furry mouth and is tugging for all he is worth – all fifteen pounds of him.
“It looks like someone
else missed me too,” I muse as I release her from my hold – taking a step back. If I don’t, I am liable to fuck her right here – at the front door where everyone can see.
“Is it okay that I came early?” I ask.
She looks at me as if I have lost my mind.
“Of course it is!”
She drags my duffle bag into the house and shuts the door. I give Chewy a few scratches behind his big ears before he moseys off.
“So, it’s almost lunch time, do you want something to eat? “ she asks, looking up at me with those big, brown eyes. Judah and I got on the road a little before 5:30 am. We grabbed a couple of breakfast sandwiches from McDonalds around 7am, but since then, I haven’t eaten and I will admit, I am starving.
“Yeah, I could eat.”
“Why don’t you go take a shower and when you get out, I will have something ready for you.”
I discreetly sniff my armpit and I know that she is right - I need to shower. I lean down and give her quick kiss.
“I stink, huh?” I ask.
She smiles against my lips.
“Maybe a little.”
I kiss her again before making my way to her bedroom.
Some twenty minutes later, I have showered and I am sitting on her bed in a pair of sleep pants that I keep at her house. Now that that I have had a chance to sit still, I realize how tired I am. I can feel myself drifting off. When I feel a small warm hand on my head and the familiar smell of Liv, I rouse myself.
She is standing in front of me and I pull her close, wrapping my arms ar0und her torso as I lay my head against her flat stomach. Her hand is rubbing over my head again and I can feel myself drifting off once again.
“Are you awake enough to come eat lunch?”
I nod my head against her and let her pull me up from the bed. I shuffle sleepily behind her as she leads me to the kitchen. After eating a meal that consists of cold pasta salad and a huge turkey and pastrami sandwich, I am sliding into Liv’s bed while she closes the blinds and pulls the room-darkening curtains closed.
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