She laughed softly. Her hands relaxed on the wheel as she closed in the last few blocks to the house. Her brother lived in St. Paul as well. It was the natural thing to do, move to the city after getting sick of commuting from Twin Falls. She made the move first, followed by her brother, and then after he left home, her parents downsized and finally made the half hour trek to city life.
“I hope so.” She shut off the car and turned to Trace. “Uh- are you sure you’re going to be alright? You’re sweating a lot. We don’t have to do this.”
“I’m fine.” He flashed her a grin. “Just hot. I went for a run this afternoon and I think I overdid it. I can’t stop sweating.”
“Geez. Here I thought you might secretly be detoxing, given that it’s been a whole day since we last had sex.”
“Now that you mention it, I probably am going through withdrawals.”
“Pervert.” She took a deep breath, steadying herself for the onslaught that was her family. “Did I ever tell you that my brother was the one who got me into comics? He’d ask for them for his birthday or Christmas. I’d take them and read them after he was done. He also started out watching the cartoons on Saturday mornings. I got into it from that too. I guess he’s the reason that I became a huge nerd, which is ultimately the reason that you’re here. Maybe if I was cooler, I wouldn’t have got bugged so bad and I wouldn’t be terrified of that reunion. God it’s tomorrow.” She started breathing so hard she nearly hyperventilated.
“Hey, whoa, calm down there. I know it’s a double whammy with your mom and then the reunion but hang in there. Just remember. You. Are. A. Sex. Goddess.”
She shot him a fowl look. “Great. Let me think about your dick right before we go in to meet my family.”
“You were probably thinking about it the whole way over.”
Not in the way you think. “Asshole.”
“To the core.” Trace made a production of getting out of the car. He bent at the waist and did quite an impressive bow. “One humble asshole, at your service, my lady. Please let that service later include all sorts of sexual favors.”
She giggled and smacked at his shoulder. She realized that he’d more than succeeded in banishing her nerves. Maybe he had some hidden super powers after all. Ones that didn’t relate to his hands and tongue and far-too-amazing-to-be-real cock.
Her family, of course, was waiting like an ambush at the door. They were swept into a tide of hugs. Her mother planted a large kiss right on Trace’s cheek. She grabbed his hand, pinched his cheek right where she kissed him and began to actually tear up as she thanked him for dating her daughter.
Ash’s dad cast her sympathetic looks and shrugged. He meandered off, in search of whatever book he was likely pretending to read before they came while her mother blistered his ear off with speculative details.
“Hey, man.” Jason extended a hand.
“Oh no.” She tried to pull Trace’s hand back, but it was too late.
Jason gripped it in a killer handshake, which was more of a bone crushing squeeze. Then he proceeded to try and attempt some bro code secret handshake that Trace knew nothing about. The good sport that he was, Trace dipped and dodged, shook and slapped, tangled fingers and put his palm up to let her brother do a strange finger diddling thing to it.
“Right on! Right up here, Ash, this guy is awesome.” Jason extended his hand for a high five and of course when she went to slap her palm to it, he moved it away and pointed an obnoxious finger in her face. Her brother was six four, so it wasn’t hard for him to move it out of her reach. He had an average build. He refused to work out and ate like a horse, but he wasn’t really fat. She remembered when she’d ridden on a quad with him the year before and her hand sucked into one of his rolls. It was weird, since he didn’t have them standing up, but sitting down… there were a couple there. He was proud of his dad bod and hadn’t hesitated to tell her that when she screamed that he’d violated her hand with his strange roll vortex.
“Asshole,” she muttered.
Jason doubled over laughing. “Oh my god, Ash, if you have to finally lose your virginity at the ripe old age of thirty, this is the guy right here.” Jason slapped Trace on the back. He was still sweating, even more so since her mom’s house was, as usual, sweltering. Her parents didn’t believe in air conditioning and her mom had obviously been cooking the entire day in anticipation of their arrival.