The Boyfriend Blog

“Are you two…” She waves her cane between us, and Lizzie nods.

“We are.”

Edna’s face lights up. She wobbles into the hallway and pulls us both in for a tight hug. “Oh, this is wonderful, I knew this day would come. Come, I’ll make us lunch, and you can tell me all about it.”

“Can we get a raincheck?” Lizzie asks, stepping back. “We’re going to my sister’s house for dinner.”

“Of course, dear, but I still want all the details.”

“We promise,” Lizzie says, quickly adding, “Do you need anything before we leave?”

“No.” Edna shakes her head and waves us off. “Don’t worry about me. You two lovebirds go and have fun.”

“Thank you.”

Edna’s eyes sparkle, a smile tilting her lips as she shuffles her way back to her apartment.

“We’re lovebirds.” Lizzie dances a jig. “Let me grab my purse, and we can go.”

Emily lives on the outskirts of town, and the drive to her and Jonathan’s is beautiful.

“I love it out here,” Lizzie says, rolling down her window. She tilts her face toward the sun, her hair catching in the wind. “It’s peaceful and smells good.”

“That’s cow shit you smell.”

Lizzie laughs and closes her eyes, letting the sun warm her face. She looks beautiful, like an angel with a halo of light around her. The need to touch her, to show myself that this is real, is too strong. I reach across the seat and take her hand in mine.

We ride with our joined hands cradled in her lap for the remainder of the trip, and when we pull into Emily’s driveway, I put the car in park.

“You didn’t tell me your parents were going to be here.”

Lizzie looks at me, her eyes wide. “I had no idea, but you have nothing to worry about. My parents love you.”

“They wouldn’t love me if they knew what was going through my head when I saw you in this dress.”

Unbuckling her seat belt, Lizzie leans over and props her elbows on the center console, causing the hem of her dress to ride up her thigh.

“Eyes up here,” she says, lifting my chin.

“Your dad is going to murder me because there’s no way I’m going to be able to sit next to you and not touch you.”

Lizzie’s eyes are hooded when she drags a finger down my chest, along my stomach and toys with the button of my jeans. “Anticipation is foreplay. Isn’t that what you told me?”

With that, she winks and steps out of the car. I take a couple of seconds to collect myself and will my cock to settle down before I get out of the vehicle. The last thing I need is to greet her parents with a raging hard-on.

Lizzie opens my door. “Come on, slowpoke.”

“I’m supposed to be the one holding your door open.”

“You are, except I rendered you speechless.” Lizzie grabs my hand, pulls me from the car, and shuts the door, and then I swear I hear her whisper, “Lizzie two, Aiden zero.”

“What?” I ask, tugging her hand.

“Nothing.”

I smile. You’re not fooling me, Donovan. “No, I definitely heard something. Are you keeping track of how many times you get to me?”

Lizzie shakes her head and looks at me with her big, beautiful, brown eyes. “That would be childish.”