As I pulled up to her place, Katie was already waiting for me outside, a small suitcase packed beside her. One of the things that I loved about Katie was her practicality. We were going for a weekend and she packed accordingly. Most girls would have brought so much luggage that it would take up the trunk and the backseat.
I jumped out of the car and hurried towards her, pulling her in my arms and kissing the pink lipstick right off her lips.
“You’re a site for sore eyes, sweet cheeks. It was hard getting to sleep last night without you in my arms.” A heart-stopping smile formed on those full, pouty lips and my dick throbbed in my pants.
“I missed you, too. Now let’s go before we get stuck in traffic.”
“It’s one in the afternoon, we won’t hit traffic.” I grabbed her suitcase and put it in the truck beside my duffle bag.
“It’s New York. There is always traffic here.” I opened the door for her, taking her delicate hand in mine and making sure she was seated. Once she was in the car I bent over buckling her in.
“You know I can put on my own seatbelt, right?” She said, looking at me with a slightly annoyed expression.
“I know, baby, but I like to make sure that all my valuables are tucked in nice and tight and you are the most precious thing in my life.” I winked, closing her door and heading to the passenger side.
“Why are you so weird about me driving anywhere? I never pegged you for a sexist.”
“I’m a man, and I think a man should drive a woman around. It’s not sexist. It’s old fashioned. Sexist is expecting you to give up your career when you have my kids.”
“You don’t expect me to do that, do you?” She asked, a look of sheer horror on her face. A loud roar of laughter escaped my lips.
“No, baby.” I said, taking her hand in mine. “I want you to be happy. You career is a big part of you. Asking you to give it up would just make me an ass. I want to be your partner not your owner. I just want to drive, pay for dinner, carry your bags, and open your doors.” I kissed her cheek, stopping at her ear, “I also want to lick that pretty pink pussy on a daily basis.”
“Oh! I brought nourishment!” Katie grinned, pulling out a plastic food container from her oversized handbag.
“I was wondering what you had in that thing.”
She opened the container, pulling out a bag full of fruit and one full of nuts. “Which would you prefer?”
“You’re a world famous pastry chef and you’re offering me that?”
“I’m not risking anything. My mother smells sugar from a mile away.” She shrugged, taking a carrot stick out of the bag and waving it in front of my mouth, I took a bite, before taking it into my hand.
“I really don’t understand how she can put this much pressure on you.”
“It’s just her way. My dad is pretty amazing, it kind of balances her judgmental nature out.”
“I guess I should be happy that you are following my meal plan,” I said, eating my carrot like a good boy. “Well, something good came out of these carrots.”
“Oh, what’s that?”
“I’m gonna need to eat you, a lot. I need to get my sugar, somewhere.” I loved watching her beautiful face turn a perfect blush pink at my words.
“You’re crazy.”
“Crazy for you, baby.”
Katie
Sawyer pulled up to the house, turning off the engine and then just stared at me. I felt the unease behind his gaze.
“Don’t worry, they will be nothing but nice to you.” I said, gesturing towards him. “I mean look at you. They’ll probably think I got you from some escort service.” Sawyer didn’t say anything right away, he just stared at me, holding my eyes hostage. Then he held my face in his hands, leaned in and kissed me. The kiss wasn’t as passionate as others we had shared, this kiss was sweet and chaste but also filled with love.
“I’m lucky because you chose me.” He whispered against my lips. “Now let’s go so you can introduce me to your family.”
“Alright, but when they scare you off, this was amazing.” I said, winking at him. Sawyer rushed out of the car, coming to mine and opening my door. He put his hand out, which I took and exited the car. We stood in the driveway, staring up at the giant beach house. My mother had purchased it five years ago, her final step into the upper crust.
Sawyer lifted our bags from the trunk before we headed up to the front door. As soon as I rang the doorbell, Thomas, the butler answered the door.
“Miss Katie. It’s lovely to see you.” He said taking the bags from Sawyer. “I’ll just put this in your room.” He nodded at Sawyer and disappeared, leaving us in the foyer.
Everything about the house was white, from the marble floors to the hand crafted wooden railings and steps. The walls were white, vacant of any decorations. The house looked more like a museum than a home.
“Are we at your parent’s beach house or an insane asylum?” Sawyer asked and I elbowed him in the ribs.
“She has the ears of a bat. Be careful what you say.”
“Katherine!” My mother called, saying my name in an irritating high-pitched tone. She was dressed in a white pant suit. Perfectly fitted and it looked like it cost a fortune. I couldn’t help smiling, not because I was happy to see her, but she actually matched the interior of her house.
“Hello, mom. The place looks fantastic.” I said as we gave each other air kisses on each cheek.
“And who is this young man?” Mom asked, a sly smile fixated on her thin, painted lips.
“Hello, Mrs. Wilder.” Sawyer offered his hand, and my mother shook it.
“Mother, this is Sawyer, my boyfriend.” I said linking my arm in his.
“Boyfriend? Katherine, why didn’t you say anything? Is this very new? God, please don’t make a scene on your sister’s wedding day.”
“We’ve been together for a while. We actually know each other from high school.” Sawyer interrupted. My mother stared at Sawyer until recognition finally dawned on her face.
“Sawyer Williams, the cute little quarterback you used to tutor?” The look on her face was one of shock laced with ridicule.
“Yes ma’am, your beautiful and smart daughter was the one that got me through AP English.” Sawyer put his arm around me, pulling me towards him. I could feel my shoulders start to relax from the small gesture.
“Well, Katherine has always been the smart one. I was fortunate to have a beautiful girl, in my Hallie and a smart one in my Katherine.” My mother’s words stung, making me feel like that insecure girl again, too scared to wear anything that would make her stand out, too self-conscious to talk to any boys. Always the girl standing on the sidelines.
“I don’t know ma’am. Katie is the prettiest girl my eyes have ever seen.” Sawyer said, looking at me in a way that I forgot that we were standing in the entryway to hell with Satan welcoming us inside.
“Katherine does have a lovely face. If only she could get that weight under control.” My shoulders tensed again, my fist clenched to my sides as my nails dug in furiously in my palms.
“Every part of Katie is lovely. She is the kind of woman that men wrote poems about, and she has the figure that inspired the greatest works of art the world has ever seen.” Sawyer said as he rubbed my upper arm, his body now in a protective stance, wedged in front of me to keep my mother’s glare off me and force her to look at him.