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The gin, the rush the bar scene gave us, and lust had us intoxicated in no time. I sat back and rested my head on Parker’s shoulder, stuffed from the smorgasbord of Chinese food. I felt great: the gin warmed me and made me slightly lightheaded. I giggled a lot, and Parker mused that I was tipsy. We made out on the couch; he laid me down and settled on top of me for some heavy petting and kisses. He devoured me, and I wanted more.
Parker got up, swept me into his arms in one motion, and carried me to the bedroom, where he laid me down in the middle of the bed. As I lay there naked, he lit candles that adorned my bedside tables and dresser. Grabbing a tie that he had left at my place; he knew exactly what he wanted me to experience. He lightly wrapped the tie around my eyes, using it as a blindfold. My mouth was slightly open, my ears alert to what was happening.
It felt like hours before I felt his touch, though I knew it was only seconds. He kissed my forehead, tracing down to my mouth, teasing it with his tongue. Moving down to my supple breasts, he took turns tasting and teasing each nipple.
Full of desire, I needed more, and I squirmed, arching my back toward him in need of his touch. Each time I reached the brink, he would back off.
Frustrated, I took off the blindfold. “Your turn,” I told him as I pushed him down on the bed and left him unblindfolded. Instead, I tied his hands up over his head. I didn’t know what the hell I was doing, but he seemed to like it. I caressed him, then moved up to nibble on his nipples and sit on him; he moaned.
Feverishly, with more built-up desire than I ever remember having, I leaned back and let my desire explode through me as he did the same. Panting, with my heart rate probably much too high, I collapsed on top of him, willing my breath to come back to a normal pace.
I untied his hands. He wrapped his arms around me and whispered, “That was amazing, baby.”
Blushing, I asked, “Did you like it?”
“Oh, hell yes, I liked it a lot.”
I laughed out loud. “I didn’t know what the hell I was doing. I just thought it might be fun to try something new–or maybe it was the gin.” I giggled again. “Thirsty?”
“Yes, actually.” Naked, we walked to the kitchen and got bottled water, returned to my bed, and wrapped each other in our arms, falling asleep within minutes.
Saturday rolled around, and we decided to make Coq au Vin for dinner. I was excited, because I loved comfort food, and this was the best. We went to the grocery store to pick up a few things that were needed. I hadn’t realized until now how muchfun grocery shopping could be; we teased each other throughout the store. I’d brush up against his arm, pretending to look at something. He’d send me a brief smile with a twinkle in his eyes.
While shopping, I picked up a bottle of wine and a bundle of flowers to give to his parents tomorrow.
We headed back to my place with a load of food. The rule “Don’t go to the store hungry” was a fact, I thought as I helped unload what felt like a ton of bags.
Parker put the bone-in-leg quarters in the large skillet with wine and other ingredients while I made what he called my famous Basmati rice. The aroma swirled throughout the house, leaving my mouth watering, and after adding mushrooms, shaved carrots, and pearl onions to the chicken; it was time to let it simmer for an hour or so.
“Do you want to take our drinks outside and watch the sunset over the water?” I asked Parker after he’d washed the few dishes used for dinner prep.
Excitement had grown regarding our upcoming fishing trip; however, my nerves were still a bit on edge. “So, tell me about the trip.”
“What do you want to know? It’s a three-hour boat ride out of Boca Grande. It’s famous for having the largest Tarpon around,” Parker told me what to expect, knowing I was a bit on edge. “It’s beautiful water, and it’s safe. You’ll have fun; I’ll help you reel in the Tarpon if it’s too large to manage. Last year, I caught a six-footer; it was amazing.” I didn’t look too convinced, so he went on. “We’ll take a picnic, pull up to the sandbar, and eat after we fish.”
I nodded and began my inquiry that worried me the most. “What about the sharks in the water?”
He couldn’t hold his laughter, though I knew he wasn’t making fun of me. “It’ll be fine; it’s cooler weather, so the sharks probably swam further south for the winter. Besides, we’ll be in a boat, not swimming.”
“Okay, you’ve convinced me. Now feed me before I starve. That smells too damn good!” I nudged him, tired of hearing his enthusiasm for fishing. I had grown bored about a quarter of the way in and started laughing as we bumped into each other going inside.
I served a bed of rice on two plates while Parker topped the rice with a chicken quarter and drenched it in the mushroom wine sauce. The flavor of the mushrooms, wine, and chicken drippings was divine. I couldn’t remember the last time I ate something that tasted so good, and I knew this would become one of our favorite recipes.
We called it a night after cleaning up, feeling a tad hungover from the day before. My body was sore from being stressed and tense about the trip, so he gave me a massage that helped me slip into a nice relaxing semi-sleep mode, as he held me in his arms.
Olivia
Could a greater miracle take place than for us to look through each other’s eyes for an instant? Henry David Thoreau
The next morning, Parker and I headed out to spend the day with his folks. I won the battle of taking my car this time. Parker, though, loved the car and felt like a giant in the small seat. Simba sat in the small backseat, practically taking up the entire area. I put the soft top down and turned on some tunes for background noise.
By the time we arrived, Nicole and Derrick were there, along with Kayla and Javier. They welcomed us warmly as we followed his mom through the house to the back, where everyone was.
It was a beautiful day; the sky was littered with puffy white clouds dotting the deep blue. A breeze made it comfortable as we talked about our upcoming fishing trip. Kayla was visibly ticked she’d not been invited; I assured her the next time she would be. However, in the back of my mind, was a nagging thought: why would Kayla get so upset? I also wondered why she and Javier weren’t as happy as they’d seemed the last time, we saw them.
I ignored my thoughts as I conversed comfortably with Martha, Parker’s mom. We talked about how long they had lived in the house, Parker’s golf career, and my modeling career. I helped her refill drinks and set the table for dinner, excited about the lasagna. I loved Italian food of any kind, and I’d heard from a good source this was authentic Italian from scratch. The smell of the bubbly sauce and cheese made my eyes cross withhunger. I wished I’d grabbed a snack before heading over when I realized I hadn’t eaten all day.
We swam for a bit and played Shark and Marco Polo. The girls won– after all, the men let their testosterone get in their way, and we laughed as we teased them.
