Authors: Ashley Blake
I cleared my throat. “I’m sorry
Professor Phillips, could you please repeat the question?”
He pursed his lips and looked
extremely annoyed.
“Mr. Thompson, since Miss Blakely
seems to be hard of hearing, could you please answer the question?”
I was completely mortified because
never in all of my years of school had something like this ever happened to
me. For the first time in my life I was deeply in love and my whole world was
being turned upside down. I was going to have to get a handle on my feelings so
that they didn’t negatively affect my future. Meeting Caleb, feeling like
this, was so not in my plan for the year.
I managed to focus for the remainder
of the class and then, finally, it was time to go home. It was almost 5:00 by the
time I got home, so I quickly hopped in the shower and then got dressed. I
dressed casual, but cute, in a pair of jeans, a sweater and boots and I wore my
hair pulled back in a ponytail. At 6:00 on the dot my phone rang and the
doorman let me know that Caleb was downstairs. I grabbed my coat and my purse
and, with a huge grin on my face, I rushed downstairs to see him.
I loved his place, it was so cool
and so big, and I especially loved his art studio. He showed me a few pieces of
his art and I noticed that the huge easel now had a huge canvas covering it,
and I walked over to it and stood in front of it.
“What’s this?”
Caleb walked over to me, stood
behind me and put his hands around my waist and rested his chin on my shoulder.
“That my dear, is the personal project I told you I was working on.”
“Oh wow, it’s really big. I can’t
wait to see it when it’s done, if you will allow me to, of course.”
“I think I will be able to do that.”
He turned me around and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. “Ready to go eat?”
“I am, it smells amazing in here and
I can’t wait to taste your cooking.” I held his gaze and put my arms around
him. “But first, there’s something that I want to tell you.”
His eyes smoldered as he wrapped his
arms around me and pulled me closer. “Oh yeah, what’s that?”
I leaned in close to him and
whispered in his ear. “I missed you.” I pulled back a bit and smiled at him.
He looked down at my mouth and then
in my eyes. “Me too.”
He bent his face down to mine and I
lifted my lips up to his. The kiss was slow and sensual as our tongues glided
over each other and I pulled him even closer. His hands moved down over my
backside, giving it a firm squeeze, and then slid under my sweater. They slid
up to my bra, unhooked the clasp and his hands came around to my front and
cupped my breasts. His thumbs rubbed over my nipples and I pressed my hips
into him as I let out a soft moan. He lifted my sweater off over my head and
pulled my bra off of me, then he unzipped my jeans and I stepped out of them as
they fell to the floor. I quickly pulled his shirt off of him and my hands
moved down to his belt and unbuckled it, then I unbuttoned his jeans and pulled
those down. He stepped out of them as they pooled to the floor. I felt an
urgency as I fell to my knees and pulled down his boxer briefs and wrapped my
hand around his stiff member. I wanted him so badly and I wanted to feel him
inside of me. I took him in my mouth and heard a stuttered groan from above as
my lips moved over his smooth skin. His fingers dug into my scalp as my tongue
made long strokes, teasing his hardened member. He broke away suddenly and
pulled me up to him.
“Bend over the table and spread your
legs.” His voice was strained as he reached for a condom and ran his hands
over my round globes, reaching in between my legs to tease my wetness. He grabbed
my hips to steady himself and slowly entered my aching core. I let out a loud
moan as my need for him was being fulfilled. We weren’t slow and sensual
anymore, we both were moving at a faster pace, unable to get enough of each
other.
“Fuck, you’re so sexy
Emma.” He choked out the words as he reached around and rubbed my slippery,
swollen bud and he pounded into me. I moaned uncontrollably as my hands
gripped the sides of the table and I felt my release coming. His hand was
furiously rubbing my sensitive bud, and with one more deep thrust I cried out
as I shuddered uncontrollably and my orgasm rocked my body.
Caleb continued hammering me into
the table, his hands digging into my hips, thrusting hard, fast and deep. I
felt his body tense up and he let out a choked cry as his body shuddered violently
and he came inside of me. He collapsed on top of me and we were both panting
on the table, completely spent. After a couple of minutes he managed to pull
himself off of me and he helped me up. He gave me a kiss and lightly smacked
me on the butt. “That was incredible, even our quickies are intense. You have
me whipped, girl. I’m starved, are you?”
“Yes, you gave me a
workout, let’s go eat!”
We got cleaned up in the
bathroom, got dressed and went upstairs to go eat. The dinner was delicious
and afterwards, we were sitting at the table, enjoying a glass of wine and
chatting.
“I went to see my
parents a couple of weeks ago.”
Caleb looked at me and
raised his eyebrows, looking very surprised. “You did? How did that go?”
“I had the best
conversation that I have ever had in my life with my dad. We talked about
everything.”
“Emma, that is
fantastic! Tell me about it, I want to know everything.”
“I really opened up to
him and told him how I had been feeling since I was a little girl. I told him
that I felt like he didn’t like me and that it was obvious that he liked my
sisters better than me. I asked him why he never asked me what was going on in
my life and it was just a really good, honest conversation.”
“And what did he say to
you? Did he understand where you were coming from?”
“Caleb, for the first
time that I could remember, I saw my dad cry. He had no idea that he had been
hurting me for so long and I really think that he felt bad. He told me that he
always thought of me as the most responsible daughter and that he thought I
didn’t need to hear any kind of positive reinforcement because I always excelled
in everything that I did. But I explained him that I needed to hear from him
that he was proud of me, the way he told my sisters that he was proud of them.
We really got to a good place and I honestly believe that our relationship is
going to be so awesome from this point forward. And guess what?”
Caleb was listening
closely to everything I was saying and his eyes were wide with curiosity.
“What?”
“He agreed to go to
therapy with me.”
“He did?” The look of
surprise on his face was totally understandable. “From what you’ve told me
about him, I thought he might be against that. I think it’s great that he
agreed to go with you Emma.”
“Thanks, I was really
happy with the way everything went.”
He sat there and looked
down for a few seconds and looked at me with a bit of a sad look on his face.
I reached out and gently placed my hand on his arm.
“What’s wrong, honey?”
“I would love to be able
to talk so openly with my dad, but I don’t know that he would even take the
time to talk with me about our relationship if it didn’t have anything to do
with the business. And I definitely think that he would probably balk at the
suggestion of going to therapy together. He probably wouldn’t even let me get
the question out before he cut me off.”
“You know Caleb, you
will never know unless you ask him, and you should be really honest with him.
Let him know how you have been feeling. I felt the same way about my dad and I
was terrified when I walked in there to talk with him, but he was really open
once I started talking. Maybe the same thing will happen with you guys.”
He put his hand over my
hand that was on his arm, and his eyes held mine. “You are really sweet Emma,
thank you for being so supportive.”
“I am here whenever you
need me.”
“The same goes for me.”
A pensive look fell over his face as his eyes searched mine. “I would love for
you to come home with me for Thanksgiving and meet my family. Would you like to
come?”
I was completely caught
off guard by his question and thoroughly excited that he wanted me to meet his
family.
Are you kidding me? Do I want to come home with you?
A huge smile spread
across my face. “Wow, Caleb, I would love to meet your family and go home with
you for Thanksgiving! Thank you so much for inviting me.”
This was going to be the
first time that I was not home for one of the holidays and, in some ways, I
guess it was me really growing up. Moving out was the first step and now
missing some holidays, I guess, would be next. I remember when Kelly’s older
sister missed her first Thanksgiving because she spent it with her boyfriend
and, at the time, I thought it was really strange that she didn’t go home for
that holiday. But I learned later that her sister and her now husband,
alternated holidays with their families when they were seriously dating so that
first time that she skipped Thanksgiving was her first foray out into true
adulthood.
I knew that my mom would
probably be a little bit sad, but she would also be happy for me at the same
time because she knew how I felt about Caleb. I figured that my dad would be
happy for me that I found someone, especially since he now understood why I
didn’t stay with Jordan. My sisters, on the other hand, were probably going to
be really sad and I would just have to remind them that I would see them in a
few weeks at Christmas.
“Okay, great! I will
buy the tickets and take care of a car to the airport, and all you have to do
is pack a bag and be ready to go. Do you know if you have a full day of classes
on that Wednesday before Thanksgiving?”
“I only have a 9:00
class that day so I should be done by 11:00.”
“Perfect, I’ll see if I
can find a 2:00 or 3:00 flight to New York and we should be at my parents place
by about 7:00 at the latest.”
“Okay, sounds good to
me. I will call my parents tomorrow to let them know that I won’t be home for
Thanksgiving.”
He had a really
concerned look on his face and he lightly touched my hand. “Maybe you should
get permission first before I buy the tickets.”
“Caleb, that is really
sweet but I am an adult and I can make my own decisions. I will call them
tomorrow to let them know that I won’t see them again until Christmas. Trust
me, it will be fine.”
He smiled at me and
lightly caressed my cheek. “Okay love, I will go ahead and buy our tickets
tomorrow.”
It was getting late and
we both had class the next day, so Caleb drove me home, told me that he loved
me and he would give me a call the next day after he bought our tickets so that
he could give me our flight information. I was a little bit nervous about
telling my parents that I was not going to be home for Thanksgiving, but the
excitement of going home with Caleb pushed the nervousness out of me. I
seriously think I fell asleep that night with a smile on my face.
When I called my parents
the next day, my mom was sad that I wouldn’t be there for Thanksgiving, but she
was also happy for me that things were moving forward with Caleb. Surprisingly,
my dad was upset also and I could hear the disappointment in his voice and he
told me that he was happy that I was happy and he was looking forward to seeing
me at Christmas. That made me feel really good to know that they both were
happy for me and I was happy that we were in such a good place.
When I talked to Brielle
and Christine they almost made me cry because they sounded so sad when I told
them that I wouldn't be home for Thanksgiving. But I reassured them that I
would see them just a few short weeks later at Christmas and we would hang out
together and spend tons of time together while I was home. Katie was super
psyched for me and, although she was sad that I wouldn’t be home, she was happy
that things were working out with Caleb.
When Kelly came home
from David’s a couple of days later, I told her that Caleb had invited me to go
home with him for Thanksgiving. She was so happy for me and you would have
thought that it was all happening to her.
“Emma, do you have any
idea what this means?”
“I know, and I have to
pinch myself sometimes to make sure that this is really happening to me.”
“I can totally see you
guys together forever, he is so in love with you. The fact that he’s inviting
you home to meet his family after, what, a couple of months? This is
huge
.
You’re going have to tell me all about it when you get back. I’m sure their
house is sick.”
Her words resonated with
me and I stood there, with my eyes as big as saucers, frozen in place. In all
of my excitement of being invited home with Caleb for Thanksgiving, I forgot to
think about the fact that I was going to actually meet his parents. A little
bit of panic began to set in as I started to think about all of the girls that
he had probably brought home to meet them in the past. I was almost positive
that I looked nothing like the kind of girls that he normally dated, if Carrie
was any indication. She looked like a model and I didn’t, and that was just the
plain truth. I was afraid that they were going to judge me and I hope and
prayed that I was wrong.