Futures and Frosting

I smack a hand down on the counter next to her to hold myself steady as I plunge in and out of her faster and harder, trying to banish all thoughts of talking to my grandmother about slippery penises.

It helps that every time with Claire is like the first time.  Just without all the booze, virginity robbing, and not knowing each other’s names.  I know more than ever that this is the person I want to spend the rest of my life with.  I slide my other hand off of her ass and glide my fingers down to where we are co

We clutch onto each other for several minutes, breathing heavy and not uttering a word.

Shit!  She’s probably mortified I asked her to marry me while I came and thinks it’s just post orgasmic bliss or something equally as fucked up.  That’s why she isn’t saying anything.

I pull my head out of the crook of her neck and chance a look at her.  She's looking at me fu

Oh that’s just super.  The thought of marrying me makes her want to hurl.

“Um, Carter?”

“It’s okay. You don’t have to say anything,” I tell her quickly.

I think it’s safe to say my humiliation level at this moment is at an all time high.  My penis is still inside of her.  Does she WANT to make it shrivel up and die by discussing this?

“No, I really think we need to talk about this,” she pleads with a worried look on her face.

I laugh uncomfortably.  “Nope, no we don’t.  Let’s just pretend it never happened.  I’ve already forgotten.”

She pushes on my shoulders and holds me at arm’s length.

“Carter!” she scolds.

“I’m sorry, were you saying something?”

She huffs and rolled her eyes, clearly irritated with me that I don’t want to have a nice, friendly conversation about how she’d rather yak up a fur ball than become my wife.

“Cut it out!  This is serious.”

As a heart attack.  Or a penis dying in a vagina from a broken heart.

“I’m pretty sure we need to talk about the fact that you screamed 'MOMMY!' when you came,” she hisses angrily.

“Whoa that’s kinky, Carter!  Who knew you had it in ya?”

Claire yelps in surprise and my head jerks around at the sound of Rachel’s voice in our kitchen.

“MOM!” Claire yells as she tightens her thighs around me in an effort to get us closer and shield the fact that we are still intimately co

“Tsk, tsk.  Shouldn’t Carter be the one shouting that?” Rachel asks with a laugh.  “Sorry to interrupt kitchen sex.  Great idea by the way.  Did I ever tell you about the time I had sex in the kitchen of a McDonald’s?”

Claire growls and narrows her eyes at her mother.

“Another time maybe!  Just stopped back to get my purse that I left here,” she says as she takes a few steps over to the kitchen table and picks it up off of one of the chairs.  “You kids have a nice night.  And may I just say you have a very nice ass, Carter.  Claire, don’t forget to do your kegels.”

With that, she turns and breezes out of the kitchen, and we hear the front door open and close.

“What was that you said earlier about neither one of our families being able to ruin anything?” Claire asks sarcastically.

12. Stinky Wiener Ticks and Twice Baked Potatoes

“Dude, she thought you called out ‘Mommy’?  Oh sweet Jesus, that is the best thing I’ve ever heard!  Seriously.  You just made my week.” Drew laughs as he pats my back.

“It’s always a pleasure when my humiliation amuses you.”

Drew continues laughing and shaking his head as he works on the car panel in front of him.  We have three minutes to do our job on the car in progress before the conveyor belt starts moving the car down the line again for the next pair of workers.

“How in the hell did you diffuse the situation? That’s what I want to know!” Jim walks up behind me to grab a clipboard off of the table and makes some notes, waiting patiently for my answer.

“Well, having her mother walk in on us helped.  Claire was completely focused on her making comments about my ass rather than on the fact that I may or may not have called out something completely inappropriate during sex.  Is it wrong that I’d rather she thought I did call her ‘Mommy’ instead of just admitting I really said ‘marry me’?” I ask.

“I dated a girl once who liked to call me ‘Daddy’ in the sack.  It was kind of hot until I actually met her dad.  He looked like Da

“I take that back.  It would have been less painful for her to think I proposed than to hear that story,” I say disgustedly.

 “So what’s the plan now?  So far a baseball game and post-coital hasn’t worked for ya.  Got any other tricks up your sleeve?” Jim jokes.

“I was thinking about doing it over di

Jim looks at me in confusion.  “I did?  I don’t recall.  Although I woke up at three in the morning in your bathtub with no pants on that night, so it’s possible I had some really good ideas.”

“Ooooooh!  You should totally propose at our rehearsal di

“Really?  I don’t know.  It seems like kind of an intrusion on you and Liz.  That's your special day.”

“Slow down there, Miss Ma

“Are you wearing a Swatch Watch for your wedding?” Drew asks, forming the letter “X” with his arms in front of him and pronouncing the words with flair.

“Fu

Jim looks like his head is about ready to explode.  He stands there with his arms outstretched like he's pleading for understanding or some sort of man hug.  Since Drew and I aren’t the man-hugging type, Jim finally drops his arms and continues with his rant.

“And my parents, being the good Christian people they are, think one bottle of wine on every table is enough liquor.  My mother’s exact words were, ‘If we run out, we run out.  People will just have to make do with water.’”

Drew’s mouth drops open as the car we finished moves down the line and a new one follows in its wake.

“Water?  At a wedding?  I don’t understand,” he asks in confusion.  “Did you invite Jesus?  That’s the only way that will be acceptable.”