Chapter 58

Mom and dad received their accolades gracefully for the victory while everyone laughed gaily. I shivered as Alexa leaned in against me while laughing at my father’s antics. I felt her hand on my thigh, giving it a gentle caress and squeeze. I was thrilled we’d found a moment for some intimate contact.

Dad eventually replaced the coals and gave everyone new flavours as they’d requested. Mom then made everyone laugh and whistle when she took dad’s face in her hands and shotgunned him, blowing smoke into his mouth. Mr and Mrs Stevenson followed suit, as did the alderman and his wife. Eventually everyone else had doen it and they all turned to look at Alexa and I.

Saying we blushed under the scrutiny would be a minor understatement. We both fidgeted, not knowing what to do. Finally she turned to look at me, her eyes betraying desire and fear.

“Alex, just… trust me, okay?” she said quietly.

I nodded.

“Okay, close your eyes,” she instructed. “This’ll be easier if you have your eyes closed.”

I closed my eyes and waited patiently. She seemed to be working up her nerve.

“Open your mouth a little…” she said and I complied.

Oh God, she’s going to shotgun me in front of all these people. In front of mom and dad! Holy shit…

I waited with my heart pounding in my chest as I heard her inhaling on the hose, the water in the hookah bubbling. I could sense her leaning in…

I felt something hard and round encase my lips and then there was an exhale and smoke blew into my mouth. The sensation of the hard object disrupted my concentration and I winced, coughing and sputtering uncontrollably. People around me were whooping with laughter.

I forced my eyes open even while I coughed and saw Alexa leaning in next to me, trying not to smirk as she held the cardboard toilet paper tube in her hand. People were still roaring with laughter as I fought to control the spasms in my thorax.

“You okay?” she asked innocently.

“Sort of,” I hacked, expelling more smoke from my lungs. “That was unexpected.”

“Funny, though,” dad quipped, grinning. “You should have seen your face, sport.”

“Harrrr,” I grumped, taking the roll from Alexa and tossing it into the darkness. “Glad I amuse all of you.”

We smoked more hookah and Alexa danced some more, keeping us entertained. She even gave me the neck scarf treatment, by way of an apology for my earlier discomfiture. It was well past 2 am when the guests finally left. We cleaned up the dessert and coffee debris and hookahs, but dad told me we could leave the rearranging of the living room for the following day. I was definitely thankful for this. Mom and Alexa said they were tired and going to bed. Dad followed mom shortly thereafter, leaving me to do some final straightening before heading downstairs.

Half an hour passed and I was lying on my bed thinking when my phone bipped at me. A message from Alexa asked me to activate Skype. I opened my laptop and smiled warmly when I saw her lovely face. She was still wearing her belly dancing outfit, as if she was reluctant to take it off.

“Hey,” she said almost sheepishly. “You’re not miffed at me, are you?”

“No, why would I be?” I replied, shrugging.

“Oh, because of the cardboard tube thing,” she said, seeming relieved that I was not anonyed with her. “I was worried you were thinking that I’d done that to make you look silly or something.”

“You kidding? I was terrified you were gonna have to shotgun me like everyone else. I’m glad you thought of that.” I said. “Why the hell did you have a toilet paper tube handy, anyway?”

“Something my sister said in the car,” she answered. “She mentioned she loves shotgunning Michael when they do hookah, and since we were having visitors, I thought it might set up a chain reaction.”

“And since you and I were the only ones there without significant others, we’d get paired by default,” I concluded. “Quick thinking on your part.”

“Thanks,” she said, smiling now. “But I’m wide awake and horny as hell because of the hookah and coffee and dancing for people. Any ideas what I can do about that?”

“I might have some ideas,” I replied, smiling slyly. “How adventurous are you feeling?”

She raised and eyebrow. “I’m listening…”

***

“You sure this is safe?” she whispered to me as we snuck hand-in-hand through the backyard. It was pitch black out, the moon having been obscured by clouds. The only illumination was provided by the distant night lights that surrounded our fence.

“Not at all, that’s the point,” I replied quietly, pulling her along. “We wanted to do something risky, something even more dangerous than fucking in mom’s office, I’d say this is it. Never let it be said you’re the only one with a sense of daring-do.”

“Fair enough,” she agreed. “So what’s the plan?”

“Simple, I take you on the grass and fuck you until we cum.” I said.

“With your parents’ right there, staring at us.” Alexa said flatly, even as I brought her to the spot I’d chosen.

“Oh, you’re just unhappy because I thought of it first,” I sniffed. “Admit it.”

“Well, maybe a little,” she conceded. “But it’s a big risk.”

“Isn’t that what we wanted? The thrill of living dangerous and expressing our taboo desires while on the razor’s edge of discovery?”

“Yes, but… Alex, what happens if we get caught?” she asked hesitantly.

I was silent for a moment as I stopped and stared at her. “Well… I hope I can run faster than my mom.”

She smirked and giggled. “I guess we do need to be faster than your parents.”

“Oh, no,” I said, correcting her. “I just need to be faster than you. If they come after us with cleavers, I’m tripping your sexy ass.”

She fell against me, trying to contain her laughter. I held her tight, marvelling in how she felt against me, still clad in her belly dancer garb. Was I really going to get to make love to this goddess in this outfit?

I pulled her to me and our lips met, kissing hungrily. I could already feel my ardour building while we made out, tongues tangling and snaking inside one another’s mouths. My hands wandered and caressed, loving the feel of her body within the layers of silk and gauze. Alexa slowly undressed me, leaning in and whispering in my ear.