I really respect young women who've taken on the commitment to birth and raise a baby, or young child. It's an extremely important task that sometimes gets little or no acknowledgment. It's a hard task in that it's that 24/7/365 days of constant responsibility. She's tasked with all the care, feeding, cleaning, clothing, and training, just everything for this tiny being that can't care for itself. This tiny being that's completely dependent on her for life itself, sure others can and probably will help. But when it gets down to where the buck stops, she's it. The emotional weight of that can be heavy and never ending.
So when a little mommy gets that first night to breakout and have some adult fun, look out! Her emotional bank of fun has had nothing but deposits and no withdrawals, and its seams are stretching. So don't be surprised when the explosion registers on the Rickert Scale. Just hang on your in for a ride. So let's meet Keelin Sine Brock a 'little' mommy on the brink of her first night out in years.
There'll be some sex and nudity, but as usual with me it's slow in coming. The last part of the story is a long highly descriptive sex scene, so it might be good to wait until the ending. As always if you're under eighteen please move on.
I hope you enjoy.
It was the first night in four years that we were going to go out, to a formal dinner party and I was so excited. I'd been 'Mommy' for far too long and I was feeling dowdy and not so much as old, as 'passed over'. I wasn't blaming anyone, because it was what I wanted, what I'd/we'd planned.
It's just that 24/7/365 days of mommy for four years gets a little wearing and old. I felt much like a big person in the land of the Lilliputians of Gulliver's travels', and not very adult either. My children are three, two and six months old.
Some of my feelings of being buried are my own fault. Thomas' Mom, Madeline, has offered to watch the babies while we went out for ourselves. We'd taken her offer a few times just to go out for dinner and drinks; but Thomas and I are mostly 'homebodies' and parents. We want to be deeply involved with our children, and we feel that so much of a child's learning is done even as they're babies. Most of parent/child bonding is done before they can even talk or walk.
Our sex life is done as 'quickies' between children times. All parents know this and have dealt with it for centuries. But I can't complain, Thomas is a wonderful lover and even quickies with Thomas keep me satisfied, needless to say some things change. I used to be a screamer, now my lip and hand have permanent teeth marks. A ratty leather couch pillow lies at the head of our bed, with its corners chewed off. But we're trying to keep love alive.
Thomas and I have been 'fitness freaks' for as long as I can remember. Thomas was mostly Soccer and Basketball, then recreational skiing in the winter. I was always Gymnastics and Dance; my folks have movies of me in Gymnastics at age four. When I started going with Thomas I learned how to ski, but we've always been runners.
My fitness has been my sanities savior for these last few years. Working out used to be one of Thomas' and my 'togetherness times', with the kids now that's impossible. So Thomas' time is mornings before work and maybe a late evening run. I feed the kids and myself late afternoon, and then make dinner for Thomas and a light snack for me. That's our time for talk of how our day went.
After that is my 'me time' and the savior of my sanity, my workout time, while I'm at the gym or running. Also I've known the university gymnastic coach for a long time, so he lets me into the practice gym some nights. A 'boom box' and the floor ex mats is high energy, free dance time for me, with some 'old lady' tumbling thrown in.
We're also very goal driven and long range planners. I know, I've heard the saying; 'man plans and gods laugh.'
But we do plan, we have the first ten years of our marriage on a set plan, and so far, 'knock on wood', we're right on course. A great part of being able to stay on course has been our financial capabilities. Thomas and I aren't blue blood or silver spoon in the mouth born children. But trust fund babies certainly apply. We just haven't had to deal with that money problem like most young couples have too.
So the financial planning of our ten year plan is not really relevant. Plus it's not important to us either. Neither Thomas nor I are money conscious, we're not going too built up a fifty million dollar nest egg. At the same time we're not going to let money get low enough, that the loss of a job or an illness causes a major change in our families lifestyle. Money is to buy the things you need or want with, beyond that it's just collecting merit badges.
As I said we're homebodies and parents. That's a lot of what drew us together, was our compatibility, and common goals; well that and his 'very' nice butt. Strangely on Thomas that was the first thing that I noticed. Usually its eyes and hair that I notice first, then smile and body that I look for.
On Thomas, with those almost impossibly wide shoulders, that small tight ass could not go unnoticed. When I looked up to that white blond hair and those piercing blue eyes, my breath stopped. When that boyish lopsided grin rose as he turned more and really looked at me, my heart took flight and my soul went home. When the presence of his settled into me, I knew that was the way it was meant to be, and it just was, and will be for the rest of our lives.
We met when I changed out of the catholic girl's school that I'd been going to. I came to realize that I was missing out on a lot of life training that co-ed public schools just naturally had. So I started junior year at a normal high school. Where walking into English class, that very first day, I saw that most perfect of behinds, and my life changed.
But timing and common goals are a lot of what drove our ten year plan. It didn't take Thomas and me long to realize that we were forever. So when we talked about 'us' it was always long term. We were jointed in so many more ways than just bodies; it was minds and souls too. Goals and desires were entwined too. AND can that man fuck...oh god.
Even though we're Millennial Generation, wired, connected, and part of the information age. Our life goals and interests, yes even our morality is based in the 50's or 60's. Ward and June Cleaver and family are based on those values. Well mostly, even in high school we tried to wear pussy out, so I guess the abstinence before marriage thing we didn't even pay lip service to, lips were for other things.
We both wanted 'family' as our central goal. We both wanted three children, any combination of boys and girls would be OK. What we didn't want was to end up with a sixteen year old and a four year old baby of the family. We wanted them to be friends as well as siblings, close enough in ages that they held, at least some common interests.
We also wanted to be 'young parents', that way if we had a problem getting pregnant with any of the children. We wouldn't run into a late in life child with their siblings much older. Or ourselves raising young children at both ends of our married life.
We both wanted college too, careers, not just jobs to put time into. But in staying with our 'young parent theme', at twenty two I took a break from the university, to have our children. We had 'no' trouble getting pregnant.
Two weeks and nine months later, after I quit taking BC pills, we had our son Krystof Anthony. In three months I had my fitness back in shape; nine months later gave us Melissa Lee. After two pregnancy's it took a little longer to get back in shape. But six months ago Danielle Ann was born. I've worked...hard after Dani, very hard, but I'm almost back in my twenty two year old shape.
So at twenty seven, a formal dinner party upcoming, I have a severe itch to be noticed; admired, desired, as sexy, as an adult hawt woman. It's not a stretch either; at twenty two I turned a lot of heads. Thomas and I together are a very visually appealing couple. Thomas is right at six foot tall and 190 lbs'. He has white blond hair, almost white blue eyes, those wide shoulders and that amazing ass, Scandinavian to the max.
He's a Viking; I'm a Bonny Irish lassie, red hair, freckles, and green eyes. Some people say I'm tiny, I don't think I'm quite tiny, but I guess at five foot two I could be considered tiny. At 105 lbs' wearing a size 0-2 dress, I 'might' see where they'd think tiny. Even after three kids I'm not quite into a B cup bra, so yeah those are sort of tiny, but they are high and tight.
It's my hair that draws everyone's' eyes to the rest of me. I haven't cut my hair since I was ten years old. Sure I've trimmed the split ends, but that's all. My hair's not only on the top of my head and all the way down to my ass, it's my crowning glory too. So thick, rich and full that sometimes it feels like it weighs five pounds, after a shower, maybe ten.
I call its color calico like the cats. Its base color is that flame red orange everyone associates with Irish lassies. But my hair has a lot of other colors in it too. There's some; black, a few strands of pure white, some honey and strawberry blond, even a blood red and tan. Calico like the cats', just not in spots, but as streaks and highlights.
Thomas loves my ass and legs too, well years in dance and gymnastics what do you expect? Exercise like that builds a high and tight ass with a lot of muscle definition in my legs.
