Lynne looked through her closet, looking for options to meet his parents at the airport. Leif was lying on the bed, wearing a smug, satisfied and relaxed expression from their morning lovemaking. He'd deliberately chosen a late flight so they had some time for some early morning lovemaking. He mentioned that he wouldn't be able to stand going a whole day without eating her pussy and being inside of her, and Lynne was glad he'd made that option, as she was satisfied and warmed from her two orgasms like a Cheshire cat.
Everything was all packed, they just needed to dress and shower.
Lynne let out a sleepy, sex induced yawn.
"Babe, what do you think I should wear to meet your parents," said Lynne.
"I think you should wear whatever you like. Whatever is comfortable. But you don't have to dress the way that you dressed when I met your own parents. I think they will be expecting a grown, beautiful, sexy woman," said Leif with a husky chuckle.
He got up and stood beside her, and slapped her butt, which she'd clad in boy cut white panty briefs.
"I think you should just wear these little panties, they drive me wild," he added stooping to nibble her butt where her luscious ass met with her thigh.
Lynne giggled.
"Stop being so nasty. You know I'm not going to just wear panties to the airport. That'd be a good way to end up being detained in airport security," she cracked.
"Oh but Lynney, it'd be so fun to be locked up in jail naked with you. The things I could do to you all day. Just give me three square meals and I won't be complaining," teased Leif.
Now she was giggling so hard she snorted.
"But, the problem is that they won't lock us up together. They'll put us each in a cell with a three hundred pound member of the same sex. And you and I will both be in our panties running from some sumo wrestler ass homosexuals and lesbians," said Lynne.
Now Leif was cracking up laughing everywhere.
"Honey, wear whatever makes you comfortable. And don't worry sweetness, they will love you. You've got some pretty skirts and sundresses. Gonna be some warm lovely weather in California. Wear one of those. They know you are a grown, sexy beautiful woman, because I've told them so. They know you are a musician. My parents don't judge people based on appearances. Before I was in a metal band, I used to love my fish heads, and I often wore a pair of them until they quite literally fell apart. Toes, tongues, and all And they never judged. And god forbid someone would judge me for it, they would have read them the riot act, that's how my parents are. They won't judge you, unless you show up wearing these little panties, like this because you just can't wear these sweet little panties in public, as much as I'd like for you to just throw out everything in your closet and only wear these little boy cut panties showing off your juicy little ass," he teased, tickling her crack with a gentle thumb.
Lynne decided on a pretty, black sundress with flowers on it, and a black trench coat, since it was still cold in New York. She was unusually quiet on the flight over. She was used to needing to impress the adults of her friends, and her ex-boyfriend, and even though she was twenty three years old, she looked at her parents as authority figures. They definitely were not people to let her hair down around. She was used to treating them like her church pastor. Careful about swearing around them, nervous that they were evaluating her speech and her carriage, and using that information to determine if she was a good person or not.
She felt comfortable around her older music associates, and would let her hair down around them, act the way she usually acted. She also felt comfortable around Janelle's mother, who treated her more like a younger girlfriend than an authority figure. But around the older one's in her church, she'd always felt uncomfortable, and definitely as though she could not be herself.
She also worried because, although she'd talked to Linda, and knew she wasn't racist, and knew that Lynne was black, she was also keenly aware that she would probably be the only black person present this weekend. It worried her. She worried about fitting in with Leif's family. If she didn't fit into his family, it might change the way he felt about her.
When she mentioned that he said,
"Don't worry about it baby. They will love you. If they don't love you, we'll get a quick return ticket back to New York and live our own lives. I love you, and I plan on spending the rest of my life with you. I want them to like you, but if they don't, I'll just be glad we live all the way in New York, and don't have to deal with that shit everyday. Just be yourself. Everyone around you loves you, and we only want you to be yourself," he added kissing her forehead.
She was still nervous, and he ordered her a Coke and Jack Daniels from the airline stewardess.
"There baby, this should relax you. Sip it," he added protectively pulling her into the circle of his arms.
"It's alright sweetie. Don't be scared. It will go a hell of a lot better than meeting your parents, I'm certain," said Leif with a laugh.
Lynne giggled to, at the memory, even though the results of the disastrous meeting with her parents had an outcome that had been anything but funny.
She loved coke and jack and she sipped the sweet, strong liquor. Leif was so thoughtful to get her a small drink to help her relax. She'd pinned hair hair up in elaborate pin curls because she wanted her hair to look nice when she met his family. He pulled her head into his chest, while he was careful not to disturb all her little pinned up curls. He knew the time she spent on her hair, and he was always careful not to muss it when she spent extra time on it.
The cocktail made her sleepy, she cuddled up into his arms lovingly. People didn’t often stare at them in New York City for their interracial relationship. But on the airplane, some people stared. It might have been because they were cuddled up so lovingly, but Lynne surmised that the other passengers on the flight might have thought that they made an odd pair, Leif was like a tall, svelte, blonde, gorgeous hippie with dreadlocks, and although she was petite and beautiful, she knew she looked a bit like a bookworm, so they did make an odd pair from the outside glance.
But neither of them cared at all, because when they were close together, affectionately, or sensually, none of those differences mattered, and in fact, those differences added the spark. She freely laid her head in his chest, and his chin rested on her hair, and they slept like babies, the same way they fell asleep in front of a boring movie on the couch. He doted on her, and she doted on him.
He relaxed her. She fell asleep in his chest and had wonderful arousing dreams about Leif kissing and sucking her pussy.
She awoke and combed the pincurls out of her hair, while Leif watched her with fascination, and before she knew it, they were on the Los Angeles landing strip.
They got Lynne’s four of bags out of checked luggage, including her huge present for Leif.
He teased her, chided her saying-
“Why couldn’t you have bought whosever big ass present this was right from Target, or Macy’s or Bloomingdales in California? I wouldn’t have told anyone that you gave them a last minute ass gift,” he teased.
“Because this is a special gift that you can’t get in a boxed store smart aleck. And it’s for you. I should take it back now. Take it back and get some more old ass game systems and have my own Merry Christmas,” she teased saltily.
He chuckled.
She loved the teasing and banter between the two of them.