over my clothes. I throw them all back on my bed and change into a soft cream tank with a fall- ish orange sweater cardigan and a pair of my favorite jeans with some brown casual shoes. My outfit may not scream SEX like Audrey’s, but my contacts and makeup make my eyes pop, my hair is good, and I still have my sexy items on underneath. I don’t think I look bad; I look more natural, whereas Audrey looks more made up and obvious. I feel good about the way I look and that’s what’s important. Ok, let’s get this party started.
Chapter 14
Nate
I left the gym late this morning and decided I’d stop by my parents’ house before going home to get ready for Nicky’s party. If I know my mom at all, I’ll at least get lunch out of the visit. Can’t complain about that. I started eating my parents out of house and home about the time I turned nine and I haven’t stopped since. I bounded up the stairs and into the backdoor; I’ve never knocked at my parents’ house. After today, I will always knock. The sight before me was one no son should ever have to be subjected to. My dad had my mom backed up against the counter with his hands up her shirt. He was nuzzling her neck and she was giggling like a teenager. I attempted to hold back a gagging noise and covered my eyes; in the seconds that followed, way too many thoughts rushed through my head—1) Fuck. Dude, that’s my mom. 2) That counter top is going to need sanitized. 3) The old man’s still got it. Go, Dad. 4) I love that there’s still passion after all these years. 5) I want that in my life.
What the hell was that? That last thought basically knocked the air right out of me. While my dad kissed my mom’s neck and felt her up, all I could think about was that, for the first time in my life, I wanted more than just a casual date and sex. I just got sucker punched by the realization that I want a wife and a family like I grew up in. Maybe not right this second, but someday. This was not a thought that had EVER crossed my mind. I wasn’t AGAINST marriage, someday, but it’s not like I had any prospects at the moment. But something inside me was having a heyday with the thought of marriage and kids. The image of Nicky’s Miss Elizabeth danced through my mind. Well, these new developments should make things interesting….. After I cleared my head the best I could from that emotional ambush, I coughed slightly and raised my eyebrows at my parents when they sprang apart looking as guilty as horny teenagers.
Mom, with flushed cheeks, finished getting lunch ready. My mom is a great cook and even a quick lunch is usually a sight to behold. Today was no exception. She kept it light since we would all be eating later at the party at the center. Grilled veggies on skewers, grilled salmon, and fresh iced tea. Perfect before all the fall themed food I knew I’d be stuffing myself with a little later. Nicky came downstairs to eat, so that alleviated any awkwardness that still floated in the air from the compromising position I’d caught my parents in earlier. Although, from the looks and smiles and touches I kept seeing between Mom and Dad, they’d be taking care of any tension right after I took Nicky to my place. It made me roll my eyes and smile and possibly feel a bit jealous. Again, what is that? How can I be jealous of a couple having an intimate, loving relationship when I don’t have, nor do I want, a relationship of any sort (unless it’s to find a quick release in somebody a little prettier than my right hand)? These feelings that are bombarding me are weird and uncomfortable, they can go away any time now. Actually, I think I know what it is, I haven’t had sex in a couple months, now that I think about it. So, obviously, I’m in serious need of getting laid and then these crazy thoughts of love and marriage and kids and forever will stop running on a loop through my head.
“Nathaniel, make sure you dress
Chapter 14
Nate
I left the gym late this morning and decided I’d stop by my parents’ house before going home to get ready for Nicky’s party. If I know my mom at all, I’ll at least get lunch out of the visit. Can’t complain about that. I started eating my parents out of house and home about the time I turned nine and I haven’t stopped since. I bounded up the stairs and into the backdoor; I’ve never knocked at my parents’ house. After today, I will always knock. The sight before me was one no son should ever have to be subjected to. My dad had my mom backed up against the counter with his hands up her shirt. He was nuzzling her neck and she was giggling like a teenager. I attempted to hold back a gagging noise and covered my eyes; in the seconds that followed, way too many thoughts rushed through my head—1) Fuck. Dude, that’s my mom. 2) That counter top is going to need sanitized. 3) The old man’s still got it. Go, Dad. 4) I love that there’s still passion after all these years. 5) I want that in my life.
What the hell was that? That last thought basically knocked the air right out of me. While my dad kissed my mom’s neck and felt her up, all I could think about was that, for the first time in my life, I wanted more than just a casual date and sex. I just got sucker punched by the realization that I want a wife and a family like I grew up in. Maybe not right this second, but someday. This was not a thought that had EVER crossed my mind. I wasn’t AGAINST marriage, someday, but it’s not like I had any prospects at the moment. But something inside me was having a heyday with the thought of marriage and kids. The image of Nicky’s Miss Elizabeth danced through my mind. Well, these new developments should make things interesting….. After I cleared my head the best I could from that emotional ambush, I coughed slightly and raised my eyebrows at my parents when they sprang apart looking as guilty as horny teenagers.
Mom, with flushed cheeks, finished getting lunch ready. My mom is a great cook and even a quick lunch is usually a sight to behold. Today was no exception. She kept it light since we would all be eating later at the party at the center. Grilled veggies on skewers, grilled salmon, and fresh iced tea. Perfect before all the fall themed food I knew I’d be stuffing myself with a little later. Nicky came downstairs to eat, so that alleviated any awkwardness that still floated in the air from the compromising position I’d caught my parents in earlier. Although, from the looks and smiles and touches I kept seeing between Mom and Dad, they’d be taking care of any tension right after I took Nicky to my place. It made me roll my eyes and smile and possibly feel a bit jealous. Again, what is that? How can I be jealous of a couple having an intimate, loving relationship when I don’t have, nor do I want, a relationship of any sort (unless it’s to find a quick release in somebody a little prettier than my right hand)? These feelings that are bombarding me are weird and uncomfortable, they can go away any time now. Actually, I think I know what it is, I haven’t had sex in a couple months, now that I think about it. So, obviously, I’m in serious need of getting laid and then these crazy thoughts of love and marriage and kids and forever will stop running on a loop through my head.
“Nathaniel, make sure you dress
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