continued to suckle on her while one of his roommates was about to walk in. But she considered that she was pretty well covered by his head and hands, and even if they stopped now, it’d be pretty obvious what had been going on. Whoever was coming into the house would probably only snicker and walk quickly by, more embarrassed than either D or Jen. She clamped her eyes shut as the door creaked open.
“Surprise!” was belted out in a woman’s voice.
D jerked back, his lips making a smacking noise as they broke suction.
Jen’s eyes snapped open to see D standing three feet away from her. A middle-aged woman with brown, chin-length hair stared open-mouthed at Jen’s bared breasts.
“Mom!” D gasped.
Jen made a move to cover herself, but her hands remained trapped. She sat there completely exposed while a middle-aged man, whom Jen could only assume was D’s father, stepped into the house. Just like his wife, his gaze became caught in Jen’s headlights.
D’s dad politely tore his eyes from Jen and let out a nervous chuckle. Cupping his hands around his wife’s elbows, he pulled her toward the door as she continued to stare, her mouth slack. “Let’s let these two get themselves together, and we’ll try that again,” he said.
The moment the front door shut with D’s parents on the other side of it, Jen hopped off the table and secured her bra. D’s hands flew to her shirt, roughly covering and buttoning. He put the buttons in the wrong holes so that Jen had to undo and refasten all of them.
“Holy shit. Holy shit!” he repeated, stepping away from her and pacing.
Jen was right there with him in the mortification department. Meeting his parents this way was out of a nightmare. But seeing D so utterly freaked and thinking of the stunned look on poor Mrs. Spencer’s face took the edge off her humiliation. She found the situation so awful that it became hysterical. Her sudden amusement came out in a snort.
D shot her an annoyed glare. “My dad’s probably out there hooking my mom onto a ventilator or something.”
Jen snickered, thinking he was making a joke.
“I’m serious! She’s got high cholesterol.”
Jen burst into a fit of giggles.
D started at her, not cracking even a hint of a smile. “You’d better pull yourself together.”
“I’m sorry,” Jen gasped between laughs. “It’s just…I’m sorry.” She laid a hand on D’s shoulder and took deep, cleansing breaths as she wiped away the few tears that had gathered at the corners of her eyes. When she’d stopped laughing for long enough, he opened the door and let his parents back in.
“Sorry,” D mumbled, staring at the ground.
“I’m really sorry, too,” Jen said, hoping nothing new would strike her as funny within the next few minutes.
“Not at all, not at all,” said Mr. Spencer. “We should’ve knocked.” He gave his wife an I-told-you-so glance. “We’re all adults. Let’s just forget it happened and move on.”
Jen smiled and grasped his outstretched hand. “It’s nice to meet you.”
A little while later, she departed Barton House with plans to go to church and brunch with D and his parents the following morning. The four of them started on a fresh page on Sunday, and Jen felt secure that her invitation to Sanibel was still open…although she suspected D’s mom might set her up in a hotel room at the opposite end of the island from her son.
***
If Big D had been cautious about touching Jen before, he became an absolute priest after the surprise visit from his parents. She was lucky to get anything more than a good night peck on the cheek. The most physical they got with each other was when D coached her through the leg exercises recommended by her doctor as therapy.
Under her boyfriend’s influence, she’d started going to the weight room at the rec center a few times a week to work out the rest of her muscles. The two of them had also been attending Sunday church services more regularly. Any
“Surprise!” was belted out in a woman’s voice.
D jerked back, his lips making a smacking noise as they broke suction.
Jen’s eyes snapped open to see D standing three feet away from her. A middle-aged woman with brown, chin-length hair stared open-mouthed at Jen’s bared breasts.
“Mom!” D gasped.
Jen made a move to cover herself, but her hands remained trapped. She sat there completely exposed while a middle-aged man, whom Jen could only assume was D’s father, stepped into the house. Just like his wife, his gaze became caught in Jen’s headlights.
D’s dad politely tore his eyes from Jen and let out a nervous chuckle. Cupping his hands around his wife’s elbows, he pulled her toward the door as she continued to stare, her mouth slack. “Let’s let these two get themselves together, and we’ll try that again,” he said.
The moment the front door shut with D’s parents on the other side of it, Jen hopped off the table and secured her bra. D’s hands flew to her shirt, roughly covering and buttoning. He put the buttons in the wrong holes so that Jen had to undo and refasten all of them.
“Holy shit. Holy shit!” he repeated, stepping away from her and pacing.
Jen was right there with him in the mortification department. Meeting his parents this way was out of a nightmare. But seeing D so utterly freaked and thinking of the stunned look on poor Mrs. Spencer’s face took the edge off her humiliation. She found the situation so awful that it became hysterical. Her sudden amusement came out in a snort.
D shot her an annoyed glare. “My dad’s probably out there hooking my mom onto a ventilator or something.”
Jen snickered, thinking he was making a joke.
“I’m serious! She’s got high cholesterol.”
Jen burst into a fit of giggles.
D started at her, not cracking even a hint of a smile. “You’d better pull yourself together.”
“I’m sorry,” Jen gasped between laughs. “It’s just…I’m sorry.” She laid a hand on D’s shoulder and took deep, cleansing breaths as she wiped away the few tears that had gathered at the corners of her eyes. When she’d stopped laughing for long enough, he opened the door and let his parents back in.
“Sorry,” D mumbled, staring at the ground.
“I’m really sorry, too,” Jen said, hoping nothing new would strike her as funny within the next few minutes.
“Not at all, not at all,” said Mr. Spencer. “We should’ve knocked.” He gave his wife an I-told-you-so glance. “We’re all adults. Let’s just forget it happened and move on.”
Jen smiled and grasped his outstretched hand. “It’s nice to meet you.”
A little while later, she departed Barton House with plans to go to church and brunch with D and his parents the following morning. The four of them started on a fresh page on Sunday, and Jen felt secure that her invitation to Sanibel was still open…although she suspected D’s mom might set her up in a hotel room at the opposite end of the island from her son.
***
If Big D had been cautious about touching Jen before, he became an absolute priest after the surprise visit from his parents. She was lucky to get anything more than a good night peck on the cheek. The most physical they got with each other was when D coached her through the leg exercises recommended by her doctor as therapy.
Under her boyfriend’s influence, she’d started going to the weight room at the rec center a few times a week to work out the rest of her muscles. The two of them had also been attending Sunday church services more regularly. Any
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