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Drew taps her fingers lightly on the stack of presents on her lap in rhythm to the holiday music playing on my car stereo. I take her left hand and drag it into my lap. “You have nothing to worry about. My family’s excited to finally meet you. They’re going to love you too. I’m the one who should be worried.”
“I’m not worried. I’m excited."
"I could have introduced you months ago at one of my games." My dad comes to all of them. Sometimes my mom joins him or one of his buddies.
"I know. Maybe we should have done that but I don't think I was ready. Parents aren't really my specialty. Why are you worried?” She rests the side of her head on the headrest.
“You’re about to be in the same room as Sydney. The two of you are bad enough with your video chats and texting.” I squeeze her hand.
“You should be nervous. We’re going to be a terror together," she teases. I don't find it funny. "It’ll be nice to see her in person again and actually say hi to her. I used to see her all the time at your high school games.”
“I forgot you had a crush on me in high school,” I tease her.
I lay her hand on my thigh so I can turn the car into my parents’ driveway. She slides her hand further up my leg. “Oh, is that what I had?” Her hand continues to move until it covers my dick. “I guess you’re right.”
I put the car in park as she strokes my cock. “Should we go in or do you need a minute?” she asks with a smirk.
“You’re so cute. I fucking love you.” I kiss her hard. “But I definitely need a minute.”
“Okay. I’ll let everyone know you need a second todecompress.” She squeezes my dick and pops a kiss on my cheek before bolting from the car.
“Drew! Wait.” I chase her down the sidewalk that leads to the front door as I readjust myself the best I can. “Don’t you dare say anything.”
“It’s just an erection. They’re very natural.” Her eyes dip to my crotch and she licks her lips. “Yours is a little obscene though. You should cover that up.” She hands me a present.
“There is nothing little about my cock,” I say, patting her ass.
We’re greeted with the delicious aroma of my mom’s baked goods and the turkey roasting in the oven when I open the front door to my childhood home.
I take all the presents from Drew and add them to the piles under the tree. The little kid in me can’t help but check to see if any of the big ones are for me. Sadly they’re for my parents which, knowing them, means it’s probably new luggage. They buy replacements almost every other year.
We remove our coats and shoes and make our way into the kitchen where it seems everyone is currently laughing and carrying on. All but my dad, he's likely in the den at the back of the house watching the game.
“Drew! Merry Christmas!” Syd screams when she spots my girl and jumps up from the table where she’s working on a gingerbread house. She pulls her into a tight embrace. “I’m so glad you’re here. She’s so pretty,” she says to me over Drew’s shoulder.
“I know. Do you want to give her some air?”
“I’ll give her back in one piece when I’m ready to. Mom, you have to meet Drew.” She escorts Drew deeper into the kitchen where my mom is whipping up something in the stand mixer.
“Sure, go ahead and do the honors,” I snark. Both girls whip their heads in my direction.
“Holy shit that was scary,” Koa says, from his seat at the table. He has a knife coated with icing in his hand.
“Tell me about it. Good to see you, bro. How’s life with your new roommate?” I ask. I haven’t seen Koa since they moved to Charlotte together last summer. "Did you ask her?" I whisper low enough the girls can't hear.
He shakes his head. "Not yet." He glances at Sydney but she's occupied talking to Drew. "I'm going to do it later tonight. Hale's putting lights in our tree while we're over here."
"I'm excited for you man."
"Thanks. And for the record." Koa sneers at me. “I’m not her roommate,” he says loud enough for everyone to hear.
“Don't look at me. I didn’t even have to pay him to say it. He did it all on his own,” she tells him. “The big guy doesn’t like that word very much,” she says, with a hand covering the side of her mouth that faces Koa.
“You’re asking for it, trouble.” He stares at her with hooded eyes.
“That’s what I’m hoping for,” she singsongs back.
“Not in my kitchen kids.” My mom shoos Sydney out of the way to get closer to Drew. “It’s nice to meet you.” She pulls Drew into a hug.
