Chapter 35: Forgotten Arguments

Forgotten Arguments


“Hey, grumpy ass.” I picked up the phone and hit ‘Answer’, greeting him gently.

“What earned me that title?” He asked me, sounding confused.

“The way you yelled at me earlier today.” I sat down on my bed and crossed my legs. My door had already been shut, and I had actually been planning to go to bed before the phone had started to ring.

“Baby, I was in the middle of an argument with someone else when you called to tell me that you wanted to fuck me. It wasn’t exactly the best combination.” He protested, his voice getting a defensive edge to it. I laughed, realizing his mistake.

“No, you misunderstood me!” I explained to him. “I didn’t say I wanted to fuck you. I had just found out that its legal for you to come here! To fuck me!”

“What?” He sounded genuinely confused.

“New York State law states that the legal age of consent is seventeen. Traveling laws state that as long as no money exchanges hands, sixteen is the federal age of consent. I’m clear on both counts, and as long as you don’t pay me to fuck you, then we can have sex.”

“You’re sure?” He asked me.

“Yeah, I spent at least a half an hour before calling you researching it.”

“Cool.” He said. “Show me the stuff you researched, and I’ll actually get hopeful.”

“All of the links are in your email. That was before you bitched at me.”

“Baby,” He sighed, exasperated with me. It was cute. “I’m sorry. One of the people – Tim – decided to be an ass, and now there’s this big drama going on at work. When you called, I had him pinned up against a wall.”

“Oh, really?”

“I didn’t hit him.” He protested. “Why am I defending myself to a seventeen year old midget anyway?”

“I’m not short!”

“Uh huh. I didn’t hit him.” I could tell there was more to the story that he didn’t really tell me.
“But?”

“Well, I didn’t hit him right away. Until he hit me. He said everything was cool, walked out, and waited for me to come out of the office.”

“Uh huh.” I settled into my covers. Considering my boyfriend was still breathing and speaking, and I didn’t feel any unnecessary pain, chances were he was alright.

“He jumped me, baby. I had to hit him.”

“How hard?” I asked, my voice changing to the one he usually got yelled at with. I wasn’t really going to yell at him, just make him feel like I was going to. He was cute when he felt guilty.

“Um…nothing broke.”

“That didn’t answer my question.”

“He jumped on my back, so I just kind of fell back, on top of him. I got up, ready to let it go, and he tackled me. I let him get on top of me, and then I just hit him. Not hard.” It almost sounded like he was whining.

“Where?”

“Jaw. Like I said, it wasn’t broken. He probably won’t be speaking comfortably for a few days – he bit his tongue nearly off, but his jaw isn’t broken. Don’t yell at me, I’ve had a hard day.” His final plea for mercy on my part was absolutely adorable. I had to give in.

“I’m not going to yell at you, sexy. I love you, love bucket.”

“Love bucket?” He asked me. I could almost see his eyebrows raising in question.

“Love bucket.”

“I see, teddy bear.”

“So…” I paused, unsure of how to ask. “Are you going to come?”

“Right now?” He asked me, voice deepening hopefully.

“No, not that way. I meant, are you going to come up here?”

“Do you want me up there?”

“Yes.” I said, completely unsure. It would be weird, and not exactly approved by my parents. In fact, I would have to lie to them. There was no way in hell they would approve of a twenty eight year old boyfriend.

“That didn’t sound too confident.” He suggested to me. I twisted into my favorite position – covered by a blanket, my head buried underneath a pillow. A few months of having to mask my conversations had led me to being paranoid about being overheard.

“Well, I know I want you here. I’m just not sure about the whole sex thing.”

“I can wait for a long time, baby.”

“That’s good.” I knew I sounded childish, but I didn’t mind. “Because the first night between us, I want all cuddling mushy icky couple sweet stuff. Like watching a movie together, where I get to be in your arms…and stuff.”

“That’s fine with me.” He said.

“So when?” I asked. The thought of actually being able to touch him had me excited. In the fuzzy, warm, ‘I want to hug a teddy bear’ way.

“Baby, I don’t know when I can get off work.” He admitted, and my heart fell forty feet to crash on the sharp rocks below. “You know I’ll try, but it might not be in the summer at all.”

“Oh.” Dejectedly, I buried my head deeper into my pillow.

“Can I go down there?”

“Somehow, I don’t think your parents would approve of you flying a thousand miles to meet an older man.”

“Me either. I’ll say I’m going camping.”

“Baby, if you came here without your parents’ permission, I could get arrested and sent to jail. They would find something.”

“Not if I didn’t get caught.” I protested. I had fantasized about it quite a few times. Buy a gift card like a credit or debit card, buy a plane ticket for 48 hours. Say I’m going camping with a friend, fly down, spend a night, fly back. No one would be the wise.

“And if you did?”

“I’d be screwed. But I have it all figured out…”

“Uh huh.”

“Buy a gift card, buy a plane ticket with the gift card. Fly down for one night, fly back here in the morning. No one would ever know.”

“Transportation?”

“I drive to the airport, fly down, you could come pick me up.”

“Darling, if you ever called me and told me to come pick you up at the airport, I would get there, bring you back to my place, and spank you from the moment you entered the house until the moment you managed to escape. I would be so pissed off at you…” His voice had deepened, and despite the very real threat, I had begun to feel turned on.

“Don’t tempt me.”

“Baby, this would be one of the times you didn’t like my hand coming down on your ass. It would be hard and merciless. You would go back up there with a broken tailbone.”

“Oh. That sucks.” There goes my super secret plan.

“Yeah, that sucks. Now why would you want to spend two days away from your parents, where they didn’t know where you were, and a lot could go wrong, when I could come up there when I got the chance and spend a week or two? We’d get more time together.”

“I suppose. But you just said you might not be able to come.” He was confusing me.

“Might. I can ask later for time off, silly. We have the rest of our lives to spend together.”

“I suppose.” I sighed dramatically. It had been such a good fantasy. Until he shot it down.

“Plus…when I do get around to going up there and spending time with you, I want it to be a surprise.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Like show up wherever you are, make you cause a scene because you’re so surprised to see me.”

“You couldn’t surprise me.” I challenged him, laughing. It would almost be fun, to see if he could pull it off.

“I bet I could. Hell, I could be at the airport right now and you wouldn’t know the difference.”

“You can’t lie to me. I can always tell.” He always sounded so guilty when he had done something, or was about to do something that he knew I wouldn’t approve of.

“Can you?” He asked me. I could tell he was only joking, and I turned around to the other side of my bed.

“Do you lie to me? Times I don’t know about?”

“Never baby. I don’t lie.” His voice was laced with sarcastic innocence.

“Hide things?”

“Not that I know of.”

“Uh huh.” I paused, confused. “What were we talking about?”

“Me surprising you.” He reminded me.

“Oh, yeah. You couldn’t do it.” He really couldn’t. How would he know where I was? I told him when I was at work, but that was about it. He wouldn’t dare surprise me at a library, right? He’d get me fired.

“We’ll see, baby. We’ll see. I doubt you’d even recognize me.”

“I have pictures. And I know your voice like my own.”

“Uh huh. We’ll see. Plus, you wouldn’t want me to show up while your friends were around?”

“Not a chance in hell. I’d be acting all girly. They can’t see that side of me. It would ruin my good reputation.” I snuggled deeper into the covers. I lived for this kind of banter, and I had been being honest with him. If they saw my meeting with him, they would never, ever let me live it down.

“Well I like you acting like a girl. Its kind of cute.”

“Bite me.”

“See? You’re like one of those little Chihuahuas that has someone breaking into their owner’s house. All you can really do is growl and bark because your mouth isn’t big enough to sink your teeth into them.”

“You think my mouth isn’t big enough to bite parts of you with?”

“Its debatable. Why, you want to try?” He sounded hopeful.

“Some day. Not right away. Part of my right as your virgin girlfriend is to tease the hell out of you before engaging in any serious sexual contact.”

“So you’re not going to give me a blow job when we meet?”

“Not right away.”

“What if I begged?”

“I’d probably laugh at you. Unless you begged very well.”

“What if I gave you an orgasm first?”

“With your tongue?”

“Of course.”

“Maybe. You’d have to call me mistress, though. And let me tie you up.”

“Kinky.” The conversation was headed pretty much where we both wanted it to go. Our previous qualms with each other were forgotten.

“No more than usual.” I contended, and he agreed.

“True. Very true.”