Oh, my God, I just squealed when I read that, and everybody was staring at me, wondering what the heck had happened.
"My dad asked my mom out for New Year's eve!" I was kind of dancing in my chair at the supper table over that, and Dave asked if that was a good thing. "Oh, yes, it's wonderful! They're both so lonely, and maybe they can put the past behind themselves now."
The evening was pretty much like any evening; the Parkers aren't partiers by any means, and they headed up to bed around 9:30. Dave and I watched television for a while longer, but I'd told him where I wanted to be when the clock struck midnight: in bed, with him deep inside of me! A little bit longer, and we headed upstairs.
We've been together for a couple of months now, and I hate to say it, but we have fallen into a bit of a routine, and I decided to change that up. We never undress each other anymore, because it really is simpler for us to undress ourselves, but I wasn't going to let that happen tonight. Once Dave shut the door, he walked over to me, and then I started gently tugging on his shirt. I didn't need to say anything; he knew what I was doing, and he's a smart guy, and figured out why I was doing it.
I finally figured out why men's and women's shirts button on the opposite side: it's to make it easier for us to undress each other. Dave was wearing a new flannel shirt he'd gotten for Christmas, so I had to take my time unbuttoning it, and then pull his t-shirt off over his head. I was wearing a pullover sweater over a tank, so all Dave had to do was pull them both over my head.
Then it was my turn again, and I started unbuckling his belt and undoing his jeans. I pulled them down, and what was inside was rapidly springing to life. It was all part of my evil plan, to get him off once before we started making love, so that he'd last extra long during sex. I took his cock in my hand, slowly teasing the head, licking down each side of the shaft, and underneath. Dave loved being deep-throated - what guy doesn't - but I built up to that slowly. One I took him in my mouth, I would go just slightly deeper every time.
That was one way I knew that Dave respected me. A lot of other guys would just grab a girl's head and try to push her all the way down, but Dave never tried that. Depending on our position, sometimes he'd put his hands on my shoulders or back, but he never tried to force me at all.
Of course, he already knew I could take him all the way in, without being forced, and finally, I did. I was working on him with every bit of skill I had - and I do have a lot of skill at this! - and Dave wasn't holding back at all, finally exploding in my mouth. I knew what every guy loves, to keep going until his orgasm subsides, and Dave just loves that.
Then I stood up, with as wicked a smile as I could muster, and just told him, "My turn."
Well, Dave had shown a real talent for eating me, from the very start, and he was good again, sending me into orbit pretty quickly. It took him just long enough for his 19-year-old cock to recover for the main attraction.
And Dave was good for the long haul now! He took me missionary, he took me doggy, and, then to rest a bit, we were coupled together in a spooning position. That was slower, and it was nothing that was going to get Dave off this soon after his last shot, but it was like heaven to me. In the back of my mind, I thought it was kind of unfair that I could get off a dozen times, while a guy was good for only once or twice a night.
Finally, Dave moved me back into missionary, where I could wrap my legs around him and pull him into me, hard, and that was what finally got him off. Then we settled down, in each other's arms, and I glanced at the clock. Crap! I wanted Dave inside me when midnight came, but it was still 2016, still about ten minutes before the New Year. Oh, well!
Morning came, and I stretched awake; man, I had slept wonderfully. Because the Parkers' house is along the river bottom land, it doesn't get sunrise sun, due to the mountains around the place. The land is cleared for the farm, but it's still in the Daniel Boone National Forest, so sunrises aren't exactly spectacular here.
This is an old house, and old houses have one common problem: only one bathroom. Dave and I had stayed in bed long enough that his parents were in the bathroom, and we had to wait. I was practically doing the pee-pee dance by the time they got out, and Dave didn't look any more comfortable than I felt. But by the time we had showered and gotten ready for the morning, I could smell breakfast cooking when we opened the door.
It was simple fare, scrambled eggs, sausage, and homemade buttermilk biscuits, and a pitcher of orange juice. Somehow, I expected grits with a Southern breakfast, but I found out later that Dave's dad couldn't stand the stuff. Mrs Parker was smiling at me, kind of a lot, and I found out later it was because she'd heard us last night. The bathroom is between Dave's room and his parents', so there isn't a common wall, but apparently we still made a bit more noise than we should have.
After breakfast, I jumped up to clear the table and start the dishes. Dave's mom looked at me like, "Huh?" but they're feeding us, taking care of us, so it's only fair for us to help around the house. Then she came in, picked up a couple of things, and started drying. Dave and his father went out to the barn, for the regular farm chores, though there weren't all that many in the winter. I did spend some time outside, playing with Darcy, the new black lab. I kept thinking that the dog's name was some kind of combination of Dave and Marcy, but the Parkers wouldn't fess up to that one. She was almost full-grown, but still had a lot of puppy left in her.
This place was wonderful! There really wasn't much to do but relax and enjoy people's company. On Wednesday morning, we went up to a place called Kathy's Country Kitchen, in Clay City, for breakfast. It was a bit of a drive, twenty miles, but Mrs Parker wanted me to try their fried green tomatoes. That meant passing the abandoned house where Dave had ravished me a couple of months ago. I smiled when we passed that place, and gave his hand a squeeze.
Still, eventually we had to head back for Lexington, to do the basic stuff like get laundry done, and books bought for the upcoming semester. The apartment was nice, with still a week before the semester began. It was cold, so we mostly stayed in, reading a lot, mostly nonsense stuff - Dave likes these old Conan the Barbarian paperbacks, and he picked up an old 12-volume Lancer Books Conan series - and we made love, made love a lot! I read Fifty Shades of Grey, and that got Dave thoroughly molested, and he didn't seem to mind a bit.
I called my mom once I got some time alone, to ask how her 'date' with my dad went. She said that she wasn't sure how things were going to work out, because while the date itself went really well, and dad spent the night with her - mom wasn't going to give me any more details than that! - they did spend a lot of time talking the next day about how things had gone wrong. The break-up itself had been my mom's fault for screwing around so much, but apparently my father admitted that he hadn't been the best husband either. Mom said that dad hadn't admitted to actually cheating on her, not that she asked him, but said that he'd been too cold and inattentive. He hadn't moved back in, but they'd seen each other one more time, and she thought that eventually he might. Dad had said that he was over all of the crap that had happened in the past, but mom wasn't sure yet if he was really over it, or over it enough.
Classes started on Wednesday the 11th, but the dorms reopened on Sunday, and when Amanda called and said she was back, I went on over, without Dave. The walk was long, and just plain cold, but Amanda wanted to talk.
She'd gotten a new roommate, some girl named Naomi, who she said was a quiet sort, and she didn't know yet whether they'd be friends or not. It did mean that Eric wouldn't get to sleep over as much - if at all - as he had been doing once I had moved in with Dave, but that didn't bother her at all: she needed a bit of a break to figure out where all of this was going.
"It just seems like we're drifting into this," Amanda told me. "I mean, I haven't screwed around on him again, and I did have a chance on New Year's eve, with a fairly hot looking guy, but Eric and I still don't have that hot relationship you and Dave do."
"Did you tell him that you'd cheated?"
"No, no way, no way in Hell. I did a lot of soul-searching about that, even before Christmas break, and I just decided that no, I wasn't going to hurt him like that. I mean, the guy isn't at UK, so it ain't likely that Eric will ever run into him, so it ought to stay a secret, but it's kind of bothering me."
