Welcome! This is the eleventh story in the second "Freya and Friends" series. I try to write stand-alone stories so this can be enjoyed as-is, but if you'd like to start at the beginning of this series, check out:
I Will Love You Forever
If you'd like to begin with the first series, click here:
The First Blowjob
Enjoy!
Love, Frey
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"You know, since you kids got married, I feel like we hardly ever see you anymore," Mrs. Prossa complained as they sat down to dinner.
"I know, mom," Alex said. "We've just been really busy with the house, Rio, and the store."
Mrs. Prossa smiled at her son. "Oh, I know. I just miss you."
"Mrs. Prossa, I'll make sure that Alex visits you more often," Freya promised. Then, she turned to Alex and reprimanded him, "You really have to visit your mother more!"
"Okay. Okay. I will," Alex answered.
"Your father gets to see you at work all the time..."
"I will," Alex repeated.
"And I'll make sure that he does!" Freya confirmed to her mother-in-law.
"So, how is the house?" Mr. Prossa asked.
"Great," Alex said as he spooned some homemade mac and cheese into his mouth. "This is delicious, mom."
"Thank you," Mrs. Prossa answered, "Don't talk with your mouth full." Then to Freya, she asked, "Is the house starting to feel like a home? I know that it can take a while to
really
settle in. To really make it your own."
"It's getting there," Freya smiled. "And having Cyn and Katie right upstairs is great."
"I can imagine," Mrs. Prossa agreed. "They're such nice girls."
Then Freya looked at Alex and Alex immediately recognized that look. He tried to give her a "whatever you're going to do, do not do it!" look back without raising any suspicion from his parents sitting less than three feet away, but apparently failed -- or more likely, his begging look simply went unheeded by his wife.
"And they are
definitely
keeping us busy!" She exclaimed with a huge cheery smile.
Mrs. Prossa cocked her head a little to the side. "How so?"
"Believe it or not, they're still unpacking. Katie had a lot of stuff still at her parents' house..." Freya told her.
"Well, that does take time," Mrs. Prossa said as she started to cut her roast pork.
Freya smiled at her mother-in-law. "We've been helping them -- well, mostly me. The most Alex has done so far," she lightly tapped Alex's foot under the table and Alex held his breath recognizing that tap as she continued, "The most he's done is tear up a couple of their empty boxes."
Alex gave Freya another warning look. This also went unheeded, as Freya added, "But they've been
very
appreciative. They gave him some of their homemade pie."
"Oh, that's so thoughtful of them," Mrs. Prossa commented.
At the mention of pie, Mr. Prossa was suddenly a lot more interested in the conversation. "What kind of pie was it?"
"Cherry," Freya answered.
Alex was mortified. How much longer could this go on?
"It looked so good, that I snatched some up, myself," Freya declared, adding a little extra emphasis on the word "snatched."
"Hey, dad," Alex interrupted, having had way more than enough out of his wife, "I was thinking about making some room at the front of the store for a dedicated monthly display section. You know, seasonal items, but monthly rather than just a few times a year. And maybe have those items as sale items each month."
Freya looked at him like the spoilsport that he was.
"Hmm," Mr. Prossa replied. "Let's talk about that next week and see what ideas we can come up with. I've been thinking of ways to liven up the store a little. As the times change, the old place is starting to seem a little old-fashioned."
Mrs. Prossa held up her hands. "Boys, let's not talk about work. Actually, your father and I had an ulterior motive for asking you kids over for dinner."
Alex and Freya looked at them both across the table smiling in unison.
"With all of the work that you've been doing, Alex," Mr. Prossa started.
"And everything that you've been doing, too, Freya," Mrs. Prossa interjected. "Finishing up school, taking care of Alex and everything else..."
"Of course. Yes. Both of you." Mr. Prossa smiled warmly at Freya. "We'd like to pay for a small vacation for you both."
"Oh!" Freya exclaimed.
Mr. Prossa quickly added, "Nothing extravagant. Just a little get-away for a few days."
"You kids deserve some time alone," Mrs. Prossa said, looking at Freya with an unusual twinkle in her eye. "Just the two of you."
Patting his wife's hand and giving her a somewhat stern look, Mr. Prossa said, "Okay, hon."
Freya and Alex shot each other a quick, inquisitive look, but Mrs. Prossa continued. "Go someplace nice. Someplace warm. And quiet and private." Then she repeated, "Just the two of you."
At this, her husband gave her another look and she took the hint. She stood up and started clearing the table. Freya stood up and helped.
After dessert, Alex and Freya thanked them for dinner
and
the vacation gift and hugged them both goodnight.
Mr. Prossa watched them walk down to their car, then closed the door and turned to his wife. "You need to calm down."
"What? Am I wrong to feel this way?"
"No," Mr. Prossa begrudgingly conceded. "But still. They'll have children if and when they're ready to."
"If," Mrs. Prossa scoffed. "I want a grandchild. I want
grandchildren
."
Mr. Prossa took his wife's hand in his. "I know. But it's none of our business and I don't want you to pressure them. Just let them be on this, okay?"
"Um-hmm," she said, but didn't look at all convinced.
Driving home, Freya asked Alex what all of the weirdness with his mother was about.
"She wants grandchildren," he told her.
"What? But we just got married!"
"I know. And I'm taking over the store, you're graduating and will be starting a career... And we're still so young."
"We have plenty of time."
"Of course we do," Alex agreed. "She just wants a baby to hold and cuddle with."
"Yeah..." Freya responded as they drove home. "There's no rush..." But she didn't sound very convincing, surprisingly, even to herself. They drove the rest of the way home in relative silence, both with their own thoughts.
Three short weeks later, Rio was having an extended sleepover with "Auntie Cyn" and "Aunt Katie," and Alex and Freya were boarding a redeye flight to the island of Barbados.
"Too bad we have to take an overnight flight," Alex said, yawning, as they settled into their seats.
"I don't think it will be that bad," Freya answered. She had a certain plan for their flight to make it a little more exciting, anyway.
As they reached cruising altitude and the passengers settled in to try to get some sleep, Freya started to put her plan into action. She pulled a blanket over herself, then helped tuck a blanket over him. "Try to get some sleep so we're bright-eyed and bushy-tailed when we land." She placed a hand under his blanket on his left leg and gave him a little pat. Then she creeped her hand up his thigh.
"Hey," Alex whispered. "Not on a plane. There are people all around us."
"They're not 'all around us.' And besides, you didn't seem to mind too much about that when you play with my lady bits in the movie theater," Freya pouted.
"Yeah, but this is different."
Freya looked at him. "How? Because now we're married and you can have sex with me whenever you want to?"
Struggling for a response to Freya's impeccable logic and finding none, he just answered, "No. It's just... We're on a plane and people will be walking by."
Not wanting to argue at the start of their vacation, Frey mentally shifted her plan slightly and pulled her hand back down his thigh a couple of inches, "Fine. Have a nice, boring nap."
Alex sighed at her, also not wanting to argue. Vacation or not, arguing with Freya was always a no-win situation for him. But she had moved her hand away and closed her eyes so he just let it be, and within fifteen minutes, Alex was asleep. Freya looked around and saw the few passengers on their flight were all settling in for a nap, too. With it being the off-season and an overnight flight, there were a lot of empty seats. Freya had suggested he wear loose gym shorts to be more comfortable on the flight and she quickly, but cautiously, found the bulge of his cock and balls with her hand through the thin material.
Alex shifted a little in his sleep, so Freya froze, just enjoying the feel of the solid handful on his lap. When she thought enough time had passed, she gently started to knead him under her fingers. Freya could feel his erection begin to rise and smiled to herself.
She gingerly felt his width with her thumb and forefinger, then slowly dragged them both up and down the growing length of his cock. Cyn had commented on how big it was, but Freya had never really thought about it. After all, his was her first -- and so far only -- penis that she had any experience with. But sitting in the quiet and dimly lit plane, feeling his erection against her fingers, she was struck by its size. 'Cyn was right,' she thought to herself. 'Alex had a damn big hog!'
He had been circumcised and Freya liked the look of it. She had seen pictures of both circumcised and uncircumcised cocks when the three girls had leafed through some naughty magazines that Cyn had "borrowed" from one of her aunts, and Freya had definitely preferred the clean, sleek look of a circumcised penis.
Good thing that Alex had been, or she may have thrown
this
fish back into the sea. She chuckled at that ridiculous thought. Without Alex, her life certainly would have been different and she couldn't imagine how it could be any better.
Sitting there next to her husband, gently fondling his dick while he slept, she marveled at her life. At almost twenty-two years old, she had a husband, a house, an amazing sexual arrangement with her two best friends, a super cute dog, she was only a couple of months away from earning a degree in Early Childhood Education, and then she would be starting her career. Freya had it all. No kids, yet, but she and Alex were young. Children were in the future.
Just then, Alex's dick surged a little under her hand and he made a tiny moan in his sleep. She looked over at him and could see the barest trace of a smile on his lips. He was so handsome, she was stunned that no one had scooped him up before her.
But Freya had always been pretty lucky.
"Hmm?" Alex mumbled as he opened his eyes.
"Did I wake you?" Freya gave his dick a light squeeze. "Were you having a dream?" She looked at his face and already knew the answer. She held him a little tighter and whispered, "Were you dreaming about Katie?"
Alex knew that he couldn't lie to her, so he gave a small shrug and a single nod.
