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I line myself up with her entrance and slowly begin to push inside. A low moan escapes both of us as I get fully settled in her tight channel.
My hands press up against the wall, holding Andi between myself and the tile. My mouth finds hers, and we passionately kiss while I plunge in and out of her. The running water does nothing to drown out the sound of our wet bodies smacking together and our echoing moans.
Knowing I’m getting close, I quicken my tempo and angle myself, so I’m making constant contact with her clit. Her pussy clenches around me as I feel her come. Thank goodness because I’m right behind her.
I pump in and out of her until I’m completely spent, and I gently set her back on the ground, careful to hold onto her until she’s steady again.
Grabbing the sides of her face, I pull her in for another kiss.
When I pull back, she whispers, “Wow.”
“You’re not kidding, baby.”
“Are you sure I wasn’t too heavy?” She asks.
“Of course, I’m sure. Not heavy at all.
Feeling the water starting to cool off, I quickly finish washing her and myself before stepping out to dry off.
Once I have some boxers on and have Andi comfortable in one of my t-shirts, we head into the kitchen. When we walk in, she looks around, nervously biting her lip.
“Jonas, I’m so sorry. I made a huge mess, and if you hadn’t walked in, I might have burned your house down.”
“Baby, it wasn’t that bad. Shit happens.”
“It wouldn’t happen to you. How’d you become such a good cook?” She asks.
“Oh, Momma had all of us boys in the kitchen learning how to cook from the time we could walk. Her thinking was that although we could find women to take care of us like she took care of my dad, we wouldn’tneeda woman to take care of us. Although she always took care of Daddy, I think she secretly resented him because she sacrificed so much. She barely had any time for herself because she was too busy taking care of someone who treated her like shit.”
“So, I have to ask…how did your mom do it? I mean, she raised four kids with no help. And you said she didn’t really work, and I’m assuming your dad was no help.” She speaks slowly and deliberately as if picking her words carefully.
I open the fridge to get out the pizza box with our leftovers in it. I grab the slices and toss them on a baking sheet while preheating the oven.
“She didn’t have a full-time job necessarily, but she would pick up odd jobs any time she could. She’d clean houses, mow lawns, and even help out at our school if they needed it. And when us boys were old enough, we started doing odd jobs, too. Any money we made, we’d immediately give to her for whatever we needed for the week: gas, groceries, bills. Momma knew how to stretch a dollar, though, so there’d always be a little leftover, which she would try giving back to us. I’d always take it and stick it back in her wallet when she wasn’t looking, though.”
She smiles. “Such a good son.”
My shoulders shrug. “She raised us right, I guess…most of us anyway. Plus, I knew she needed the money but was too proud ever to say so.”
“She amazes me,” Andi says.
“You and me both, darlin’.” We are both quiet for a moment before I add. “Do you know anything at all about your parents?”
Her body goes rigid as though I’ve touched a nerve. She clears her throat before speaking. “No. Nothing. I thought about trying to find them for a while. But Michael told me that he looked into them and didn’t think it would be a good idea. He said that they were good with their decision to give me up, so I just dropped it.”
“Do you want to know?” I ask. “I’m sure with the right resources, you could probably find them.”
She cuts me off. “I don’t want to find them.”
“But…”
“No buts. Jonas. They didn’t want me to start with, and they don’t want me now. It’s over.”
“What if you have brothers and sisters? Or what if there are some family health issues that you should be aware of?”
She shakes her head. “I don’t care. Ignorance is bliss. Listen to me, Jonas. I spent years of my childhood going to bed every single night playing out every scenario. Maybe they had to give me up because they were secret agents saving the world. Maybe they were royalty, and one day, they’d come back for me. Every fantastic thought a kid could think of, I played out in my mind. But you know what? They want nothing to do with me, so fuck all of those scenarios. This isn’t up for discussion, so drop it.”
This time, I decide to let it go…for now. Because as much as I can tell she wants to pretend the pain isn’t there, she’s never going to find any type of closure that way. Ignoring the situation and coming to terms with the outcome are two very different things.
