“That really doesn’t help,” Chris said with a cringe.
I braced myself as Dixie and Stan, Dixie’s new beau and even younger than Victor at fifty, came toward us.
“Darlin’!” Dixie said, giving me a big hug.
“Hey, Grandma Dixie.”
“What do you think?”
“It’s very creative,” I ventured.
“Yes, it did take quite a lot of imagination. Chris didn’t give me a lot to work with.”
“Glad to hear it,” Stan quipped, making everyone but Chris laugh.
“At least you didn’t imagine too much,” Chris said.
“I think he means his penis,” I clarified.
“I would never do a full nude of the man who is going to marry my granddaughter. You have proposed, right?”
There was a minute of silence as Dixie and Chris stared at one another.
“What’s going on?” I asked.
“Might as well tell her now, darlin’.”
“I met Dixie for lunch last week to see about getting her ring to propose with.”
“You wha —”
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a beautiful old engagement ring that looked like it cost a lot more than two month’s salary. I nearly gasped when he then got down on one knee right there in the gallery.
“I had reservations for a fancy restaurant, but at least we’ll have somewhere to go when we’re done.”
I was far too overcome with sweet emotion and deep amusement to care about any of that. Chris was going to propose, and I was so ready.
“This feels pretty perfect to me. Friends and family all around us.”
“Shae Garrison, will you marry me?”
“Yes! Now get up and kiss me, you fool!”
“That’s pretty much what I said too,” Dixie hummed, beaming.
Chris slid the ring onto my finger and stood up, kissing me tenderly. Everyone in the assembled crowd burst out into spontaneous applause.
We spent another hour at the gallery, looking at the paintings and chatting with our parents and Aden, Camilla, and Cooper, who had come down to show support. Camilla actually gasped when I showed her the ring.
Staying a respectable amount of time, we drove like crazy back to our apartment. I hadn’t worn underwear under my little black dress, a bit of naughty rebellion that had made me feel sexy when I had thought of it and suddenly served a very functional purpose. Chris got me stripped down and bent over the couch in about two seconds flat.
Kneeling behind me, he buried his tongue in my pussy, putting some recently learned techniques to the test, and making me feel weak in the knees. It seemed impossible, but somehow, the sex had gotten even better after we finally admitted how we felt about each other and what we wanted. No more secrets. No more lies. No more fear. Everyone we cared about knew about us and wholeheartedly approved. It felt amazing.
Quickly switching places, I took his cock as far into my mouth as I could actually getting it past my gag reflex and sucked him as hard as I dared, lest he cum too soon. It was the first time I had managed to get him in that far and wanted to enjoy it as long as possible. Eventually Chris came, dumping his load down my throat.
My pussy well and truly prepared, I lay down on my back and spread my legs wide. Chris instantly took me by the ankles, sliding the huge, warm head of his cock inside me. The sheer, beautiful size of him still able to make me gasp with both surprise and delight. I moved with him, gently bucking my hips as he lovingly pumped me, tenderly working his cock in my tight little pussy.
“Harder,” I whispered, really wanting to feel him.
Chris started thrusting faster, bringing on a brief bit of pain followed by an unbelievable joy, making me cry out to the heavens.
I could feel him about to come. He had actually started to move to pull out when I reached down, grabbing him firmly by the base of his cock.
“Wha-”
“I want you to cum in me,” I said firmly.
Without another word, he kept right on pumping, maintaining his previous intensity, until he filled me with his cum and with it a transcendental sense of comfort and joy. I knew I had found the man of my dreams, and we were going to have a perfect life together. Now that we were engaged, everything felt perfect.
THE END