Chapter 121

They finally broke the kiss and turned their faces to the webcam, smiling at us. “So? Was that worth the price of admission?” Freja asked.

“Since when has there ever been a cover-charge to watch you fuck?” Alexa laughed.

“Well, not for you, maybe,” Freja sniffed. “But I have made decent money some nights, charging students and faculty members to watch me.”

“Oh, is that what I am? A charity case?” Alexa teased, winking at them.

“More like royalty I do not dare charge,” replied the Danish girl. She leaned up now, sighing in pleasure as she caressed Jeanie’s breasts with her own. Her hips pressed down, their pussies now squashed together. “We’re always as your beck and call.”

“Good to know,” Alexa said easily. “Got a date in mind yet?”

“Not just yet,” Freja replied, shaking her head while Jeanie leaned in and sucked on one of her breasts. “It is not as simple as marrying, your nation is not part of the EU, after all.”

“I’m aware of this,” Alexa said dryly. “You might want to get on that.”

“She’s on the one thing that counts at the moment,” Jeanie said in a muffled voice, her mouth full of tit. “Besides, she still has to meet daddy and mommy.”

“What about far and mor?” Alexa asked, cleaning her own breasts off, which were slathered in my cum. “Pretty sure they’d want to know their lille tøs is getting married.”

Freja giggled, her tawny eyes dancing. “They were always certain it would be you. They were surprised but happy for you when I told them about Alex. And yes, they understand that Michael and Karen can never know.”

“True enough,” Alexa sighed. “I told them about you two.”

“Oh?” Jeanie queried, pausing in sucking on Freja’s breast to look at us. “What did the profs have to say about that?”

I shrugged. “Guess they had a bet on it, because my dad just sighed and handed my mom fifty bucks.”

Jeanie sighed. “Would’ve been nice to generate a little more surprise, but at least someone got the better of that oversized braniac for a change. No flies on the Mrs Prof, is there? In any event, yeah, I’ve still gotta show her off to my parents, but I think they’ll be ecstatic.”

“They should be,” Alexa said easily. “Freja’s the most amazing person I’ve ever known and I love her to death. Agreeing to fuck was the smartest decision you ever made, Jeanie.”

“Thanks,” the brunette said in delight, pleased with herself. “We should celebrate.”

“My folks think so too,” I replied, nodding. “They want to take us all out to karaoke tomorrow night.”

“I love karaoke!” Freja and Jeanie both exclaimed at the same moment.

“Wow, slut consent in stereo,” Alexa laughed. “It’s a date, we’re gonna to to the place they first met at and we’ll have a blast.”

“Aw, shit…” I muttered.

“Make sure you wear something Seventies-looking,” Alexa said, holding up a finger. “Jeanie, you can look online if you don’t know what that is.”

Jeanie shrugged. “I actually have a few disco slut outfits I could wear. I’ll take Freja shopping.”

“God, I love you!” Freja said as she pressed her mouth to Jeanie’s and kissed her hungrily. Their limbs began tangling and the laptop they were using got knocked out of position, leaving us staring at a hotel room ceiling, punctuated by the sounds of lesbian sluts making out.

“Well, that’s all we’re getting out of them for this evening,” Alexa announced, closing her laptop and turning to look at me, smiling lovingly. “I guess the only thing that bothers me about all this is that it’ll be so easy for those two to get hitched, even if Freja’s from another country, but you and I…”

I sighed and pulled her to me, hugging her gently. It didn’t matter that her soft skin caressed mine, or that her magnificent breasts were pressed inot my side, I just needed to hold her. I kissed the top of her head and she nuzzled her cheek against my shoulder.

“We… we could just bite the bullet and tell them, you know.” I suggested as I caressed my fingers through her lush, golden hair.

“No,” she answered quietly. “We both know that won’t work, Alex. It’s way too much to ask of them. Even if they did approve on a moral standpoint, we’ve no right to jeopardize their careers like that. And we both know that’d happen. It’s selfish of us.”

I didn’t say anything, because I knew she was right. What sort of amoral, sociopathic bastard would I be if I couldn’t understand or didn’t care about how this might affect the most amazing parents the universe had ever given anyone?

I just held her, now feeling the same twinge of jealousy she did toward Jeanie and Freja. I couldn’t help it. This all seemed so unfair. I kept hoping things would work out, but I still didn’t see how without causing people a lot of undeserved hurt.

I held my aunt silently, until she fell asleep in my arms.

***

We were all laughing and enjoying ourselves immensely, gathered around a table which was burgeoning with pub food and beer. The bar was packed with people, most of whom were cheering for the people up on the spacious stage, singing terrible renditions of their favourite songs. Right now, some drunk redhead was sitting unsteadily on the stool, alternating between singing sharp and flat while butchering a Tina Turner classic.

Mom and dad had told me before that this was the very bar they’d met in while attending the university. Apparently mom saw dad up onstage, singing a Bay City Rollers song. To my amazement, she hadn’t run away at that very moment. Love is weird and clearly can forgive the unforgivable.

I took another swig of my beer and looked around the table- we’d gone totally Seventies for this event, for sure. Dad was wearing his tartan pants and a black Zeppelin shirt. Mom was wearing hip-hugging jeans that had bell-bottoms and a t-shirt that had that cherry red mouth with the tongue on it, while ridiculous platform pumps anchored her look. Jeanie, as promised, had found a disco bodysuit, a white one that hugged her curves like it was painted on and with a v-neck front that literally went down to just above her navel and exposed the inner half of her breasts. She had John Lennon shades on and the same type of elevated shoes as mom. Freja was wearing gaudy floral-print pants, hippie-sandals and a garland of flowers on her forehead. Her shirt was covered in a little cannabis plants.

Alexa looked stunning to me and I was careful not to stare. She wore a thin hemp headband around her head, her glorious golden locks spilling in waves over her shoulders and down her back. Her white t-shirt was noticeably tight against her and in big black letters asked ‘DOES THIS SHIRT MAKE MY TITS LOOK BIG?’. She wore hip-hugger bell-bottoms like mom, except hers were a cherry red colour. No idea where she’d found them, but she was wearing a pair of Roots sneakers with that weird inverted heel to complete her ensemble.

Me, I’d been lazy- faded jeans and a t-shirt with a little cartoon character on it that said ‘Keep On Truckin’. It was good enough for this soiree.

I guess the girls had all decided that any calories they ate tonight didn’t count, because they were eating almost as much as dad and I. Not that I minded, I just wasn’t used to seeing it. Jeanie was something of a lightweight when it came to drinking, soon reduced to a giggling mess. Alexa had to eventually sit between her and Freja because they were starting to get a little too liberal in feeling one another up and making out in a public setting. Mostly that just led to the two of them kissing her as a proxy, which had my parents snickering while Alexa blushed with an embarrassment I doubted she was actually feeling.

“I approve of this place,” Freja announced, looking around and smiling. She had enough beer in her that her Danish accent was really beginning to show through. “Good food, fun with the music and they serve a Danish beer that isn’t Carlsberg or Tuborg. What’s not to like?”

“How do you like the city?” mom asked her from across the table, almost having to yell to be heard over the noise.

“Ja, I love the city!” replied Freja, beaming. “So much bigger than Rosklide or Copenhagen. Much newer, too! It is not stodgy to me.”

“Over here, people love to see old architecture and so on, because we have none of it,” dad mentioned, downing yet another beer in one gulp. He could drink an entire Viking village under the table single-handedly. “Some of the oldest ones are a hundred and fifty or two hundred years old, but those are few and far between. Old cities are romantic to us.”

Freja nodded. “I can understand this. But when you are surrounded by it all your life, maybe it loses some of its charm. Even Alexa grew tired of Paris.”