Dean and most of the other guys in the house had already left to go home. Technically the Greek houses weren’t like the dorms; you could stay over the holiday if you wanted, but most of campus was going to be shut down. No food places open, nothing. Everyone in the dorms had to go home for the holidays, or at the very least they just had to get out. Most students cut their Wednesday classes to go home early, but me? I waited.
I was nervous. Too nervous to go home early and introduce Kelsey to my mom sooner.
It was almost laughable how strange it was. I wasn’t the kind of guy who got nervous, but here, with Kelsey, I did. Getting so nervous only meant that I cared, didn’t it?
Oh, well. When my bag was packed, I slung it over my shoulders and left the house, making sure the front door was locked behind me. One foot in front of the other, I headed to the car lot, finding my vehicle amongst the mostly-empty space. Funny how different this parking lot looked when it was devoid of most of its cars; it looked bigger.
I got in and drove to her dorm building, pulling in the turnaround and waiting for her. Just to make sure she knew I was there, I texted her. The radio was turned down, and I waited a few minutes for her, all the while glancing around, making sure none of my fraternity brothers popped up. You never knew when you’d come across one of those asshats.
Kelsey appeared soon enough, a backpack slung over her shoulders, a hat on her head, stopping her wild hair from whipping around too much in the wind. She still wore her usual ensemble: sneakers, jeans, and a hoodie. The weather now was about twenty degrees too cold for a hoodie to be comfortable, but that didn’t seem to stop her.
After throwing her bag in the back, she got in the front seat beside me, tossing me a look. She didn’t lean over the center console and kiss me—that would’ve been too normal. Instead she just grinned and said, “Let’s get this show on the road, amigo.”
I rolled my eyes, grinning only slightly, and did as she said.
During the drive, we didn’t talk much. We weren’t one of those couples that constantly needed to fill the silence of the area in order to feel close. It took a special kind of person to be comfortable with the silence.
It wasn’t like we needed to talk about our parents. We’d already gone over the rules and how to act in front of them. Basically, both Kelsey and I had to be on our best behavior. Was going to be a little difficult, but I was willing to try, just as she was. Whether or not our parents believed the act was up for debate. I guessed we’d see.
I didn’t live too far from campus; about forty minutes. It was in the opposite direction of Kelsey’s house though, so we’d have a bit of a drive once it was time to trade off and head to her folks’ place.
I personally didn’t think it was anything special, just a house with a yard, but the moment I pulled us into the driveway, Kelsey’s mouth fell open a bit, and she held in a gasp as she looked around.
“This is your house?” she asked as I put the car into park, glancing at the recently-built two-story house.
It was a nice enough home, I supposed. Clean grey siding with some stone accents, white trim with black shutters to play off the colors. A two-car garage, although we had another one around back for the lawnmower and all the other yard-care tools. A neatly manicured lawn even though it was cold outside, not a single leaf or blade of grass out of place. My mom used to take care of it, never trusting me to get it done correctly, but I was pretty sure she paid a company now to come and take care of it while she was at work.
“Yeah,” I said, slowly getting out of the car.
Kelsey did the same, though she could not get her eyes off the house. “It’s nice.”
I grabbed both our bags from the back, noting the impressed tone she wore. Personally, I didn’t think it was that nice, but I guessed depending on what she was used to, this might be the Taj Mahal. It wasn’t a mansion or anything, just one of those newer houses in a development that was also pretty new. We’d moved here about ten years ago.
“I mean, it’s a lot nicer than my house,” Kelsey said as she followed me to the front door.
After letting us in, I gave her a quick tour. My mom wasn’t home yet, but she’d be in an hour or so. She worked crazy hours, always having clients want to meet her at all hours of the day. She was a therapist, so she made pretty decent money. It’s why she insisted my schooling was so important.
Our house was spick and span, and it was exactly how I remembered it being a few months ago. It was almost as if Mom herself hardly lived here, never touching anything or making any messes. She wasn’t that type of person. Anytime she made a mess, she had to clean it up almost immediately. Thanksgiving, for that reason alone, was her least favorite holiday.
All of the food. All of the dishes. It drove her mad.
We ended up in my room, where I set down the bags. Kelsey, of course, would be staying in the guest bedroom down the hall. My mom would have an aneurysm if Kelsey stayed in my room.
I didn’t think my room was anything special. Most of it was plain. I never really had many hobbies, didn’t collect anything. No books or movies or anything else people our age collected. I had my bed, a tall dresser, a short dresser, a nightstand, and a TV hanging on the wall opposite my bed. The walls were bare, nothing hanging on them save for that TV.
Kelsey made her way to my bed, practically throwing herself on it. She rolled to her back, gazing around the room. “Damn,” she said, looking all around, “do you even have a personality? Because this room is so blah.”
“Blah?” I repeated, grinning as I moved toward her. I’d set both bags down near the foot of the bed. Standing before her, my hands found her knees, spreading them apart around my waist. “You’re calling my room blah? Really?”
“Look at it,” she said, as if I hadn’t spent the last ten years growing up and looking at these very walls. “There’s not a hint of a personality here. If I judged you based on your room alone, I’d say you were a boring—” Kelsey didn’t get the chance to say anything else, because I bent down and pressed my lips to hers, stifling whatever insult was about to come out of her mouth.
Now wasn’t the time to get handsy, but if being handsy shut her up for a while, I was all for it.
Plus, you know, my mom wasn’t home yet, and with the door open, we’d hear her come home.
Kelsey let out a low moan into my throat, wrapping her hands around my neck and pulling me down to her, my body leaning over the edge, pinning her to the bed beneath me. It was funny how a mere kiss could send my body spiraling, but that’s exactly what happened. The harder our lips joined, the longer the push and pull between us lasted, the more I wanted to throw all caution to the wind and have her right here and now.
If we fucked under these sheets, would her scent rub off on them? Would I be able to still smell her here during Christmas break? We were spending all of Thanksgiving break with each other, but Christmas was another story. That was a holiday that meant more to a lot of people, and hopefully by then we wouldn’t have to deal with Dean anymore.
I pressed my hips into hers, making her feel the hardness growing in my jeans. Her lips parted, and for a few moments our tongues met and danced together in the way they always should. Even if I spent every waking moment with this girl, it still wouldn’t be enough. Always hungry for more, greedy for her. Everything she had to give, I’d take without question.
Kelsey was mine, and if I ever saw that drunk vampire who she fucked while away, while trying to prove to herself that we weren’t written in the stars, I’d fucking kill him. Those hands, this body…would never touch anyone else again.
Kelsey tore her lips off mine, asking in a whisper, “How long do we have until your mom gets home?”
Talking about my mom with an erection throbbing between my legs wasn’t my ideal scenario, but I figured this was Kelsey’s way of asking if we had enough time. To that all I could say was, “I’m not sure.” To be safe, we probably shouldn’t do anything, but…
Well, it wa
s Kelsey and me we were talking about. There was no safe when it came to either one of us.
Setting her hand on my chest, she pushed me off her, backing me up until I stood near the bed. Kelsey slunk off the side of the bed, on her knees before me.
Oh, fuck. That’s what she had in mind?
Her fingers worked on my jeans, tugging them down to free my cock. It nearly smacked her in the cheek, which made her giggle. She ran her hands up my thighs, and my balls clenched in anticipation of what I’d soon be feeling. Her mouth around my dick, sucking me off like it was her job.
It wasn’t. It was just a nice benefit of keeping her around.
Hah. Keeping her around. As if I had any choice, as if I’d ever choose to get rid of her. No, she was stuck with me just like I was stuck with her. We were stuck together like glue, and no matter how life came at us to tear us apart, we would not break.
Those beautiful, full lips puckered before her mouth opened and took me in. I watched as she slowly brought her head along my length, taking as much of me into her mouth as she could stand. As she started to bob along my length, paying special attention to the tip, she began to suck greedily.
I had to close my eyes, had to grab a fistful of her hair and start to rock my hips along her. Fucking her mouth was almost as nice as fucking her pussy, but the fact that the door was open to the hall, that we could be caught theoretically at any moment, set my nerves on fire easily. Kelsey and I were never ones to back down, even when it came to doing it in dark corners or the bathroom at the library. We did what we could when we could, and we had fun doing it.
A low moan escaped me, thundering in my chest before surfacing. She was the best I ever had, and when she was with me, all thoughts of every other girl vanished. There truly was no one else for me out there. Just her.
Her hair was soft and silky in my hand as she began to slow her pace, letting me take the lead. Letting me fuck that gorgeous mouth with fervent abandon, once or twice shoving myself too far in, but she took me like a champ, never choking.
The pressure built within me, pleasure searing every single nerve and muscle in my body until it was all I could feel, all I could think about. Finding my release. All at once, the pleasure exploded inside me, my balls tightening mere moments before I came in her mouth. I pumped into her erratically now, my cum shooting down her throat. She’d have me in her belly now. Hopefully, somehow, tonight I’d be able to fill another part of her.
When I pulled out of her, I watched her lick her lips and swallow again. She got up, leaving my spent cock out as she checked herself out in the mirror on the lower dresser, fixing her hair and making sure no stray cum had dribbled out of her mouth. I reached down and pulled my pants up, tucking my still erect dick away. Hopefully by the time my mom came home, its hardness would be only a memory and not a current condition.
I moved behind her, wrapping my arms around her, pulling her back against my chest. In the mirror, we looked just like any other couple. If you looked at us, if you didn’t know who we were or the mistakes we’d made, we looked normal.
It was kind of funny, because I knew we were anything but normal.
I let her go, grabbed her bag and brought her to the guest room, where she’d be sleeping. This room was more furnished than mine, pictures hanging on the walls and little knickknacks on the bare wooden surfaces.
The world outside was pitch-black by the time my mom got home. Six-thirty. It was only six-thirty and the world acted as if it was bedtime for everyone.
I was the first down the stairs to greet her, Kelsey behind me. My mom came into the house through the side door that led to the garage, and she immediately set down her purse on the island, letting out a long sigh as she worked to take off her coat and hang it on the nearby rack. My mom was a few inches shorter than me, her hair blonde and her eyes blue. I must’ve gotten my eyes from her, but my hair from my dad. She might put highlights in her hair, but her natural color was a dirty blonde.
“Levi,” my mom whispered, giving me a smile. She did not move to hug me. She simply stared at me as she asked, “How was the drive?”
“Good,” I said, stepping aside to reveal Kelsey, who was pretty much hidden from sight behind me. “Mom, this is Kelsey.”
My mom’s heels clicked on the tiled floor as she stepped closer, her azure stare sizing Kelsey up. “Kelsey, it’s good to meet you,” she said demurely, offering Kelsey a hand, which she slowly took. “Levi never brings anyone home, especially girls. You might actually be the first.” Once their handshake was done, she added under her breath, “I hope you’re not distracting my son too much from his classes. His education is very important.”
A muscle in my jaw clenched, and I wanted to ask my mom what she was thinking by practically jumping down Kelsey’s throat before she even had the chance to speak.
“It’s good to meet you,” Kelsey said, totally ignoring the latter part of my mom’s statement. I could tell by the way she glanced at me that she was not smitten with my mom, and I couldn’t blame her for it.
My mom was…not the kind of woman you’d be friends with, or even talk to, unless you had to. Like me being her son, for instance. I had no idea how a man had gotten with her and stayed with her long enough to have me. My dad stayed a few years after that before leaving, but I was too young; didn’t remember much of him. My mom was definitely an acquired taste.
Mom let us fend for ourselves for dinner, going upstairs to shower and unwind after her long day. Kelsey and I settled for some cereal, mostly because it involved little to no cleanup, and making a bunch of dishes before Thanksgiving didn’t feel like a good idea. Kelsey and I then sat on the couch in the living room, watching whatever was on TV, cuddling beneath a blanket.
It was about nine when Kelsey got up, telling me she was going to shower and brush her teeth. I let her go, my eyes watching her as she went, falling to that ass. Never before did an ass look so good in jeans. Never.
After a few minutes, I found it wasn’t the same on the couch without her, so I got up. My bare feet took me to the kitchen, where I found my mom, doing some meal prep for tomorrow. “Do you need any help?” Me, offering to help my mom was not something that happened often.
Which was probably why she tossed me an annoyed look and said, “No.” She had a recipe book open before her, flipping through it to find whatever it was she needed.
I ran a hand through my hair, about to turn to walk away, either go upstairs or back into the living room, when my mom called out to me, stopping me instantly.
“She seems nice enough,” Mom went on, giving me a knowing look. “I hope you two are being careful. The last thing I need to worry about is taking care of a baby because its parents are still children themselves.”
My mom wasn’t stupid; she knew we were having sex. What I took issue with was the latter part of that whole thing.
“We’re not kids,” I told her, meaning it.
“Hmm” was all she said, flipping another page—this one quicker, louder, and a bit angrily. “Regardless, she’s not the kind of girl you’ll be with long-term, so—” Whatever else my mom was going to say, I cut her off.
“What?” What I really wanted to say was what the hell is that supposed to mean, but I figured talking like that to my own mother might not be a good thing.
My mom turned her full attention on me, laying her hands flat on the island’s granite countertop. Her nails were well-manicured, sharpened into points and freshly painted. “She isn’t a long-term girl for you, Levi. She’s the girl every guy chases because she’s easy. She’s not the kind of woman you want to settle down with.”
I found it obscenely irritating that my mom thought she knew everything about Kelsey after meeting her for that short time. “She’s not like that.” Okay, she sort of was, but I wasn’t judging her for it, and as long as she never went behind my back while we were together officially, we’d be golden.
What happened before Halloween…no. That wasn’t how it was. Not anym
ore.
My mom lifted a single eyebrow, cocking her head like she was a know-it-all and felt pity for me. “You might be smitten now, but it won’t last.” She sounded so sure of herself, too. So confident Kelsey and I wouldn’t last.
I wanted to tell her off, to tell her she was wrong, but I was too upset at her to say much of anything. I silently stormed away, heading back in the living room, fuming as I sat on the couch.
My mom was a bitch. Did I mention that already?
Our Thanksgiving meal was had at our kitchen table, which sat in an alcove right off the kitchen. We hardly ever used the table; just for fancy meals like this. My mom sat at the head of the table, surveying her dishes with her nose upturned, as if she was disappointed in herself, as if she thought she could’ve done better.
Whatever. Food was food, and as long as food was stuffed in my mouth, I wouldn’t have to talk.
I was still pissed at what she said last night. I hated my mom for affecting me this much, but it was like I could do no right when it came to her. Staying in Sigma Chi even after what happened? Because of her, because she wanted me to. Going to SCC to save some money while taking the general classes? Her decision, because she was paying for it.
Honestly, I couldn’t wait for the day when I no longer lived in this house, when I didn’t depend on her money.
Kelsey was oddly quiet as the meal progressed, focusing on her plate the entire time. I said nothing, mostly because if I spoke, I was sure to lash out and say something I’d regret to my mom. Being on my best behavior was difficult for me, that’s for sure. I was at the point where I wanted to tell my mom to fuck off, that I was old enough to make my own decisions.
If she ever told me to choose between Kelsey or her money…I’d choose Kelsey, obviously. The money was nice, but it didn’t matter much. Kelsey was what I wanted; I’d choose her every single time.
“So, Kelsey,” my mom spoke after everyone had eaten most of what we’d put on our plates, “what are you going to school for?”
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