by Ruby Madden
His tongue dove into her mouth and Day melted into him. Chase tugged at her pajama pants and Day lifted her hips so that he could tug them down. He quickly undid his jeans and pushed them to his knees. Her mom be damned. He wanted another taste of her and nothing short of an apocalypse was going to stop him now.
Chase settled himself between her open thighs and pulled her to the edge of the counter. He rubbed the head of his cock against her slick pussy and then plunged in deeply. Day’s eyes widened and a cry escaped her lips before she could catch it. She clamped her mouth shut and bit down on her bottom lip. Chase growled as he thrust into her saturated tunnel.
“Daylen! Are you up? It’s time to eat and open presents!” Pat yelled from downstairs.
Day whipped her head to look at the door in fear. “I’m coming, mom! Just a sec!”
She almost choked on the last word as Chase started to pick up the pace. He kissed and nipped at her jaw.
“Yeah, you’ll be coming in just a second,” Chase panted suggestively against her cheek.
He gripped her hips tightly and began to pummel her delicate flesh. Day started to cry out and he slammed his mouth over hers to capture her sounds of pleasure. Chase felt her inner walls flutter around him, at the same time that she raked her fingernails over his back. The thin fabric of his shirt, protected his skin from the sharp crescents, as she reached her climax.
“UNGH!” Day moaned into his mouth.
Her slick passage contracted around his cock and Chase released her lips on a gasp. His head fell back and his eyes closed as he exploded inside of her.
“Shhhiiit!” He hissed softly.
As they came down from their high, Chase rested his forehead against hers. Their minty breath mingled between them.
“I can’t get enough of you.” Chase groaned quietly as he shook his head against hers.
“Mmm…” Day responded weakly.
A clatter in the kitchen made them jump apart. Day jumped down from the counter and they quickly cleaned themselves up, between sloppy kisses.
“You stay here for a few minutes. And then come down after me so I can warn my mom you’re here.” Daylen instructed him.
“Okay,” Chase said before kissing her lips again, distracting her.
“Stop that!” Day scolded him.
Chase grinned slyly at her and then reluctantly released her. He watched her straighten her sweatshirt and slip out the door.
He gave it a few minutes and then opened the door. He started down the stairs and heard their conversation.
“He stayed in the spare bedroom.” Day was trying to explain.
“Daylen Marie Daniels! Now I know you’re best friends, but he’s still a boy. I’m sure with raging hormones. And I will not have any boys sneaking around my house in the middle of the night, behind my back.” Pat reprimanded Daylen. She, of course, was more right than she knew. Pat was no dummy. Chase was sure she’d noticed the way he looked at her daughter.
“But Mom-” Day started.
“Don’t, ‘but Mom’ me!” Pat cut her off.
Chase chose that moment to walk into the kitchen.
“Merry Christmas, Mrs. D,” he said sweetly.
The older slimmer version of Daylen turned from the stove ready to tear into him. The moment she saw his black eye and split lip, her eyes grew as large as golf balls and she snapped her mouth shut.
“I’m sorry for staying over without permission. I just had a bad night.” Chase looked away as her gaze suddenly turned soft and sympathetic.
Pat sighed deeply. “It’s alright, Chase. You can stay here for as long as you need,” she offered kindly. “But…no funny business under my roof. Do you understand me?” She gave them both the evil eye.
“Yes, ma’am.” Chase and Daylen said in unison.
They sat in relative silence as they ate breakfast. Day tried not to stare at Chase. Chase tried not to stare at Day. And Pat watched them both like a hawk. After they were done, Pat shooed them into the living room where the tree and presents were.
Chase smiled as he watched the two women exchange gifts with each other. He wasn’t expecting anything when Day placed a large flat box on his lap. He looked up at her in surprise and she smiled shyly at him. Then she quickly looked up at her mom, looked away from her probing eyes, and sat down at a respectable distance from him on the couch.
“You didn’t have to get me anything,” Chase said bashfully.
“We always get you something.” Day grinned at him. “I saved up some money from my job at the movie theater and mom went in halfsies to get it. Open it,” she coaxed him.
Chase ripped open the pretty wrapping paper and lifted the top to the box. He moved the thin tissue paper to the side. Inside was a brown leather bomber jacket. His mouth hung open in surprise as he lifted the heavy material out of the box.
“We got it a couple sizes too big since you just keep growing.” Pat grinned at him. “We wanted you to be able to have it for a long time.”
“Try it on.” Day spoke softly.
Chase unzipped the front and slid his arms into the sleeves. It definitely had some room for him to grow, without him drowning in it now, so he could wear it now and years to come. His throat became tight and his eye stung a bit. With his dad never really working for any length of time, Chase’s clothes had always been some form of hand-me-down/thrift shop/charity items. He and his mom always made it work and no one was the wiser. Except for the pretty girl sitting next to him and her mom.
The things that Day and her mom had gotten him over the years for birthdays and holidays were the nicest things he’d had. And the jacket was the best thing yet.
“Wow! Thank you so much.” Chase said thickly.
“You’re welcome.” Day smiled sweetly.
“Of course,” her mom said.
“Oh, I have something for you, Day.” Chase cringed and turned to Pat. “I’m sorry, Mrs. D. I wasn’t able to get you anything.”
“Boy, please.” She fanned away his apology and gave him a look. Obviously, that was the end of that discussion.
“Uh, it’s in my coat pocket upstairs. Hold on just a sec.” Chase said as he ran out of the room and stomped up the stairs.
He ran into the spare bedroom, grabbed the gift wrapped in his customary newspaper, and ran back downstairs. Chase strode over to his spot on the couch and flopped down next to Daylen.
“I swear, you’re like a bull in a china shop.” Pat chuckled and shook her head.
Chase grinned sheepishly and handed the gift to Day. “It’s not much. I got all the stuff I needed with some of my financial aid money and then I made them myself.” Chase scratched his head, embarrassed.
“Don’t worry about it, Chase. I’m sure I’ll love it.” Day assured him as she tore into the paper.
Inside were two bracelets. One was bigger than the other. The smaller one was white leather, the bigger one black leather. They were made of thin leather strips that he’d braided intricately. In the middle of each bracelet was the swirling infinity symbol, made of silver. On both sides of each bracelet, he’d added square black beads with their initials in white. DD and CM.
“My version of the best friends forever idea. Since I can’t go around with a girlie half-heart necklace. I made yours in white, so it’ll match just about anything you wear. Plus, it should look good with your Pretty Day bracelet I got you.” Chase shrugged, trying to be nonchalant since Day hadn’t said anything yet.
Day touched the bracelets almost reverently. When she looked up at him, her eyes were glassy with unshed tears.
“You always get me the most thoughtful things. I love it, Chase.” She whispered. “Help me put it on?” Day asked, holding out her wrist and the bracelet.
Chase smiled warmly at her and took the bracelet. He slid it on the same wrist that held her other piece of jewelry from him. He adjusted the bracelet to fit her wrist and then secured it with a knot. Daylen picked up
its black twin and slipped it on his wrist. Chase realized that the meaning behind the matching bracelets had shifted in the last twelve hours. By the look in Day’s eyes, the meaning wasn’t lost on her either.
Chase wanted to kiss her so badly, but Pat clearing her throat reminded them of where they were and who was watching. The jumped slightly apart, both trying to look at anything other than each other and her mother.
“Uh huh…” Pat murmured knowingly.
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Chase and Daylen helped clean the mess made from breakfast. Afterwards, they took turns taking showers. Then Daylen helped her mom finish up Christmas dinner while Chase acted as a taste tester. When everything was ready and the turkey was in the oven, Pat left the two kids to go exchange gifts with her friends at one of their houses. She gave Chase a warning look before she left.
Both of them settled in to watch the A Christmas Story marathon. About thirty minutes into the movie, a knock sounded at the front door. Day got up to answer it, and a few moments later she came back into the family room.
“Chase…it’s for you,” she said, hesitantly.
Chase got up to see who could be at the door for him. He turned the corner and saw his mother standing there, nervously wringing her hands.
“Mom, what are you doing here?” Chase asked worriedly.
“It’s Christmas. Can’t I see my son for just a moment?” She asked sadly.
“I just don’t want dad to flip out on you,” Chase explained.
“Well, it’s not like he can do much in the state he’s in. Besides, I wanted to give you a little something today. I couldn’t go shopping for you without your dad finding out.” Stephanie placed something in his hand. “It’s not much, but go buy yourself something nice.”
Chase looked down and saw that it was a hundred dollar bill. “Mom, I don’t wanna take this if you need it. I know dad isn’t working right now.”
“No, no. Don’t worry about it.” Stephanie waved away his words. “I so rarely am able to do anything for you. And I’m so s-sorry about last night.” Her voice broke a little and Chase could see how hard it was for her to keep it together.
“I have something for you too.” Chase reached into his pants pocket and pulled out another bracelet he had made.
This one had an open heart, instead of the infinity sign. He hadn’t put any initials on it. Chase figured if his dad knew he’d made it, he’d destroy it or something.
“I love you, mom.” Chase said and gave her a sad smile.
“I love you too, sweetie,” she said as he placed the bracelet on her wrist. “It’s beautiful.”
“Mom, I just want you to know that when I make it pro, I’m gonna take you away from here. I know you feel you can’t leave now, but eventually you will. I’ll help you. Just hold on, okay?” Chase said, blinking back tears.
“Yeah, baby. Okay.” Stephanie pushed up on her tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek. “I better get going.”
Chase nodded and opened the door for her. He stood for a moment and watched her walk away. Finally, the cold wind blowing in forced him to close the door.
“You okay?” Day asked from behind him.
“Yeah.” Chase turned to look at her.
All the hurt that he felt a moment ago eased the second he gazed at her beautiful face. After her shower, she’d put on some hip hugging bootcut jeans and a black V-neck sweater. Her thick shapely legs were begging to be stripped bare, but Chase figured he’d have to wait till later tonight. He was not about to get caught with his pants down by her mom. Pat was already suspicious.
“You’re beautiful, you know that?” Chase said sincerely.
“And you’re blind.” Day rolled her eyes.
“Don’t. Don’t do that. Why do you think I call you, Pretty Day? I saw how beautiful you were from the moment I met you.” Chase walked up to her and raised her face with an index finger under her chin.
“Then why did it take so long for you to make a move, huh?” Day teased him, with a sassy smile.
“I didn’t say I was smart.” Chase leaned in to kiss her lips softly. “Let’s go finish our movie before I throw you down and do you dirty here in the hallway.”
“Actually, that sounds like a better plan to me, than watching a Christmas classic,” Daylen said thoughtfully.
“Yeah? Well, I’d like to keep my balls. Your mom catches us and I’ll be castrated for sure.” Chase cupped his crotch, thinking about it.
“True. You’ve got a point.” Daylen conceded as they walked back into the family room.
They sat on the couch and faced each other, the movie a distant thought.
“I just wish she’d loosen up a little bit. She expects me to be perfect all the time. She’s so afraid I’ll mess up that she won’t even give me a chance to make some mistakes. I thought that’s what your teenage years are for?” Daylen grumbled.
“At least she cares. You could be like me and my family.” Chase shrugged.
“Yeah…I know you’re right.” Daylen sighed.
“So…what are you plans for next year? Are you gonna go to the Chicago College of Performance Arts?”
“Yeah, I’m gonna apply next semester to get an audition. I just hope I get in.” Daylen said worriedly.
“You will,” Chase reassured her. “You know…I wish you’d let me know when your concerts are. I’d love to come see you perform,” Chase said. He was always a little hurt that she never wanted him there.
“I don’t know. You listen to Rock and HipHop most of the time. I just figured you wouldn’t like classical.” Daylen reasoned.
“But Day, it’s a part of you. And I want to know every part of you. Not just the little pieces you think I want to see.” Chase said sincerely.
He reached over and grabbed her hips, pulling her onto his lap. Day straddled his legs but didn’t sit down fully. Chase grasped her hips and pulled her down all the way, ignoring her self-consciousness about her weight.
“Besides, how many football games have I made you come to over the years?” Chase smiled up at her.
“Countless.” She rolled her eyes.
“See? It’s only fair that I come to some of your concerts.” Chase bargained.
“Well, I do have a concert tomorrow night that I was invited to perform at for the holidays. And since you’re staying here now for the holidays, I suppose you would’ve found out anyway.” Daylen confessed.
“Perfect! Do I have to wear anything special?” Chase grinned happily.
“Do you have a dress shirt and slacks?” Daylen asked.
“I have khakis and a polo,” Chase answered, hoping it would be enough.
“That’ll work,” Daylen said flippantly though Chase could see the anxiety she tried to hide behind a pretty smile.
“Stop worrying. You’ll be great.” Chase pulled her in for a soft kiss.
The kiss quickly started to escalate. Their tongues entwined passionately. Daylen rocked into his swiftly hardening cock. Chase groaned into her mouth as his hands made their way under her sweater. He was about to circle her nipples through her bra when they heard a key in the lock.
Daylen flung herself to the side and laid on her back. She tried to affect a relaxed posed as she turned her gaze towards the TV. Chase grabbed a pillow and clutched it to his midriff, effectively hiding his erection. It was all so comical that if it weren't for the fact that her mother would kill him, Chase would’ve laughed hysterically.
When Pat peeked her head around the corner, as if she was going to catch them doing something, Chase almost lost it. He squeezed his mouth closed and raised a hand in greeting.
“Hey, kids,” Pat said coming into the entryway.
“Hey.” The responded in unison.
“Well, I’m gonna go read for a little while, then we’ll have dinner,” Pat informed them.
“Alrighty,” Daylen said.
They listened as Pat made her way upstairs. When the door
closed, they both looked at each other and then burst out in huge guffaws of laughter.
“Did you see how she tried to sneak up on us?” Chase whispered between his laughter.
“Yeah, she’s so evil!” Day giggled.
Finally, they settled in to watch their favorite holiday movie until it was time to eat. As they sat at the table, the huge spread in front of them, they held hands as Pat said grace. Both women bowed their heads and closed their eyes. Chase decided to watch them instead. His heart warmed with love. His home life wasn’t ideal, but it had brought him closer to Day on numerous occasions, and he wouldn’t change that for the world.
Chapter 11
Daylen stood in front of her mirror and smoothed down her black dress, trying to soothe her butterflies more than anything. She was always nervous before a concert, but tonight was even worse. It would be the first time that Chase would be present for one of her performances. She’d always thought that he’d think it was dorky, boring, or lame. She had no idea that not inviting him, had hurt him over the years. Well, here goes nothing. I hope he doesn’t fall asleep.
She checked her reflection in the mirror one last time. Her black dress had fitted, lace sleeves and a straight neckline that laid across her shoulders. The bodice fit her breasts and ribcage snugly. Then it flared and fell loosely from the waist. It hid her thick waist and round tummy as the dress flowed down to her ankles.
Daylen had dampened her braids at the ends and then rolled the ends in rollers the night before. Chase had teased her, saying she should wear her hair like that for the concert. She, of course, punched him in the arm and kept rolling her hair. Now her braids hung loose to her mid-back and bounced with pretty curls.
Her dark brown eyes looked large in her face with the light eyeliner and mascara she’d applied. Her lips looked fuller from the deep red lipstick she wore. And as always, her cheeks were rosy without the help of any makeup. Daylen was sure Chase had a lot to do with that.
