Perfect Tenn
“Please just go along with it tonight. Next time I’ll tell them that I dumped him,” I plead, tugging on his blue t-shirt.
Turning his body toward me, he grins. “I’ll go along with it,” he says, and I squeal. “If,” he cuts off my excitement, shit, “you go along with the story I’m going to tell.”
“What story?”
He winks and opens the truck door. “Yes or no, Regan?”
Fuck, fuck, fuck. “
What story, Tenn?”
“Never mind,” he says, closing the door behind him.
I jump out and run over standing in front of him on the walkway. Putting my hands on his six pack, I look up at him. “Fine, fine. I’ll go along with whatever story you want.”
A huge smile spreads across his face, and he bends down kissing my cheek. “Atta girl.”
Walking through the front door I give him one last pleading look, and he nods his head.
“My babies,” my mother shrieks.
Tenn grabs her in a tight hug, kissing her cheek. Fucking kiss ass. “You look beautiful tonight, Claire.”
“Such a sweet boy,” she says, smacking his cheek.
“He is a sweet boy,” Brenda says before getting wrapped in a bear hug.
One thing I’ll say about Tennyson is he loves his parents’, hell he loves my parents’. Where I think they are all humiliating, he finds humor. Don’t get me wrong, I love my parents’ and his, but well, they are just too much sometimes.
After I’ve hugged and kissed everyone, the dads return to the TV and I look at Tenn, motioning my head for him to follow. He simply wraps his arm around me and smiles. This isn’t good, this is going to get ugly real quick. I can feel it.
“So, my baby boy, what’s been going on? Any ladies we should know about?” Brenda asks, checking on the roast.
“Nah, I’ve been too busy,” he says.
“Work?” my mom asks draining the potatoes.
“No. I’ve been busy giving this one here sex lessons,” he says nonchalantly, bumping his hip into mine.
“What?” all three of us say, well I yell.
Wine, I need wine. Lots of wine, gallons of that shit just pumping into my veins.
Both moms abandon what they were doing and stand in front of us. I look up at Tenn, and he has a shit eating grin on his face that I am going to beat off later. Son of a bitch, making sure I go along with his story. I should have known better.
“Regan, what kind of sex lessons is Tennyson giving you?” my mom asks, gray eyes bouncing between us.
I swallow a few times and glance up at Tenn, willing him to say something. He motions with his head for me to go on and I fist my hands together, digging my nails into my palms. “Oh, you know. I was just asking him some questions. Nothing big.”
He holds me closer to his side and squeezes me. “Regan, don’t be shy. These women love us, and they want us both to have healthy sex lives.”
What gets more jail time? Premediated murder or heat of the moment? At this point, I honestly don’t give a shit.
“He’s right, baby girl. There is nothing more natural and satisfying than sex,” Brenda says, smoothing back her jet-black hair that is hanging to her shoulders.
“I need wine,” I croak out.
“Go sit, both of you,” my mom says, turning her head to Brenda with wide eyes.