After talking with my lawyer about possibly having Kourtney move in with me, we agreed that it would be best to wait until after the court hearing we had scheduled in December. So, me and Kourtney spent the next few weeks in November living together anyway, while she tried to figure out where else to go. We had sex a few times a week, but we were trying our best to just be roommates the rest of the time. We even started to alternate with one of us sleeping on the couch at night, especially as it got closer to me spending Thanksgiving with Jessica.
One of my neighbors did complain to the apartment complex that I had somebody staying with me that wasn't on the lease, but I smoothed it over with the manager, and Kourtney was allowed to stay until the end of the year, when my lease was up anyway.
I drove up to Boise Wednesday afternoon, immediately after getting off work. In between packing the night before, Kourtney gave me a farewell blowjob, promising another one when I returned after the long weekend. I hadn't seen Jessica for over a month and was excited to reunite with her. With her son, Liam, staying at his dad's for the holiday, I was even more excited about what I and Jessica could get up to.
When I arrived at her apartment after the four-hour drive, I saw Jessica running out of her apartment in the chilly night air. I got out of my car and met her at the front of it as she jumped into my arms, throwing her arms around my neck and saying, "God, I've missed you so much."
I told her that I missed her too, as I held her body tight to mine. We shared a quick, passionate kiss before I sat her back down on the ground. I grabbed my bag out of the backseat of the car, made sure the door was shut, and walked to Jessica's apartment with her while holding her hand.
Once inside, I sat my bag down, and we shared another hug and kiss. We spent the rest of the night talking and eating dinner together before falling asleep.
For Thanksgiving, we had just decided to go to a local Chuck-A-Rama and eat there, so we wouldn't have to cook anything for just the two of us. So, after cooking and eating breakfast, we were able to just relax and be together.
We were laying on Jessica's couch, her head on one end and mine on the other, with our feet mixing together when Jessica said, "So, what is Kourtney doing today?"
"I'm not sure. She had talked about possibly going to an aunt and uncle's house or maybe a friend's house," I said.
"I hope she finds something and doesn't just stay at your apartment all day. I thought about inviting her up here, but I really just wanted you to myself," Jessica said, her hazel eyes staring into my blue eyes.
"I'm glad it's just us," I said with a smile.
"So, has she officially moved in? Is her name on the lease yet? Or did she decide to get her own place?" Jessica asked, taking a drink of hot chocolate out of a mug she had in her hand.
"Actually, I was going to talk to you about that. Because she really does want me and her to move in together. I just told her that there were a few people we needed to talk to first before we could decide to or not," I said. Jessica asked who those people were, and I said, "You, first of all. I know you're OK with me and her sleeping together, but I wasn't sure about living together. Second, well, I talked to him first, but he is my lawyer. He advised us to wait to see what the judge said next month. But I told Kourtney that if you don't agree with it, then what the judge says doesn't matter. And, lastly, I told Kourtney that no matter what, Kathy at least needed to know if we did move in together."
"That makes sense. Honestly, I'm fine with it, but, while you were up here, I did want to talk about our future," Jessica said.
I took a drink of my hot chocolate and asked, "What about it?"
Seeing the worried look on my face, Jessica quickly smiled and said, "Oh, it's nothing bad. I want nothing more than to be with you. I've just been thinking, if what Kathy wants does go through and you only get to see your kids once a month, would you be interested in moving up here and living with me and Liam?"
"Oh. Actually, I hadn't even thought about that. I guess I would have to see if there were any restrictions placed on where I live from the court," I said.
"Definitely. It was just a thought. Plus, doesn't your work have a location up here? So you could possibly transfer? I don't know. I just wish you were closer. Not seeing you for a month was tough," Jessica said.
"That's true; I could see about a transfer. And I do wish I was closer. Moving in together would do that," I said with a laugh.
"Definitely. I guess we will just have to wait and see what the judge does. Although that would throw a wrench in Kourtney's plans to move in with you," Jessica said.
"Unless we bought a house or a much bigger apartment and we all moved in together," I said, making us both laugh.
We got ready to go out a short time later. Jessica had her brown hair with blonde streaks in it pulled back into a ponytail, and we both put on t-shirts, hoodies, and jeans. The Chuck-A-Rama was insanely busy, and we waited over an hour to get inside, where we both stuffed ourselves full of Thanksgiving food.
When we got back to her apartment, Jessica flopped down on her couch and said, "I think we made a mistake." I asked what it was, and she said, "We should have slept together this morning. My plan was to do it after dinner and keep going throughout the night. But now, I'm way too full."
I laughed as I sat down next to the couch on the floor and said, "Yes, we made a mistake."
We ended up turning on one of the football games playing that day and relaxing while watching it. I moved up onto the couch, and Jessica, after taking off her hoodie and t-shirt, leaving her in just a black spaghetti-string tank top, laid her head down on my lap and fell asleep.
As I watched the game, I slowly and softly stroked Jessica's face and hair. With the way she was lying, I could cast my eyes downward and have a perfect view of the cleavage of her C-cup-sized breasts. I thought to myself that as soon as Jessica woke up, I was going for them. She rolled over in my lap, facing towards the TV, and I glanced down to see that her tank top had ridden up, and I could just make out the top of a black pair of underwear. I rested my arm on her side, my hand by her stomach, as she slept.