Jewel Ann - Idle Bloom

“What’s Vivian got planned for your big day?”

“She won’t say.”

“I bet it involves leather, whips, and icing on her cupcakes.”

I dig the shovel into the pile of rock. “I don’t think about her that way.” Lie.

“Sure you don’t. That’s why you couldn’t even get out of Mom and Dad’s driveway before nailing her in the backseat of your car.”

“And there it is.” I shake my head and lift the handles of the wheelbarrow. “I was actually surprised and kind of proud of you for not mentioning it all week when I thought for sure you’d be razzing me about it on Monday.”

“It is impressive, isn’t it?” He tosses a couple bags of mulch over his shoulder.

“ Was , it was impressive, but not anymore.”

“Mom and Dad are worried about you.”

“What’s new?”

“They think you’re going to mess this up by not telling her.”

“I’m going to tell her. Everyone else needs to just butt out.”

“When?”

I dump the load of rock onto the landscaping paper. “After we get back from her parents’ house next weekend.”

“Good call. Then they’ll have a face to put with the name of the guy who broke their little girl’s heart.”

“I’m not going to break her heart!” There he goes pushing all the right buttons.

“Hey, man, don’t get upset. I understand—”

“You don’t fucking understand! Nobody does! You weren’t there, you didn’t see what I saw!”

Chance looks around to see if anyone’s hearing me. He doesn’t say anything … for the rest of the day.

Vivian

“Oli?” I whisper while straddling him. “You’re going to miss the sunrise on your big day, baby.”

He flops his arm over his face. I take a mental picture of him hoping that in fifty years we’re doing the same thing and that I will still remember this day. Kissing my way up and over the bumpy muscles of his abs, I pull his arm off his face. He squeezes his eyes shut like a defiant little boy.

“Fine.” I crawl off him. “I’ll be on the deck if you change your mind.”

“Wait!”

I smile and don’t have to turn around to know that he’s opened his eyes. “You like?”

“Get back here.”

I turn around so he can see the front of my sexy red lace teddy connected to G-string bottoms. “I’ll meet you on the deck.”

“Vivian!”

I grin all the way to the deck. As soon as I open the door his hands are on my bare ass, caressing it.

“Have a seat, birthday boy.”

He sits in the lounge chair and grins like I’m just about to make all his dreams come true … and I am. The sky is still dark but there’s a small line of light teasing the distant horizon.

“Have you ever had sex while watching the sunrise, Oli?”

He shakes his head as his eyes follow me. I spread his legs and kneel on the chair between them. “Good. Now, I believe you’re thirty today, correct?”

He nods and his mouth goes slack as I release him from his briefs.

“Well lucky for you I don’t have a strong gag reflex so you just sit back and watch the sunrise while I give you a thirty minute birthday blow job.”

His breath catches as I take him in my mouth. “I-I don’t know if … I’ll last … thirty minutes.”

I look up at him while my tongue makes a slow stroke to the tip. “Oh you won’t, baby.” I take him in as far as I can then suck and swirl my tongue around him as I release him. “But that’s okay, I’ll swallow and start over again.”

Thirty minutes, one quick, and two long orgasms later, Oli gets dressed while I make breakfast.

“Here, baby.” I set his plate down as he takes a seat at the table.

“Mmm, smells good.”

“Ground turkey hash and wheat toast. Coffee?”

“Please.” He turns as I walk back to the kitchen and he’s still staring at me as I return with two cups of coffee.

“What?” I raise a brow.

“Are you going to wear that to work?”

I look down at my red teddy. “Yes.”

His eyes attempt to pop out of their sockets.

“Maggie said business has been a little slow lately so I thought I could stand out front, like a mascot, and draw in some new customers.”

His toast falls from his hand back to his plate.

“Kidding, Oli.” I laugh and shake my head. “Relax, I’m just kidding.”

He struggles to smile as he continues to eat.

“You’ve been kind of quiet, even a little withdrawn since the sunrise . I sort of expected the opposite, I mean … you enjoyed it, right?”

He chuckles looking down at his plate. “Yes, it was enjoyable and unexpected.”

My appetite vanishes. I can see something is bothering him. There’s really nothing more humiliating than dressing up in lingerie and sucking a guy’s dick for a half hour only to be given the cold shoulder and told it was “enjoyable.” A good movie or dinner with friends is enjoyable , an epically long birthday blow job deserves a better adjective.

I stand and take my plate to the kitchen. “Well, I’m glad you enjoyed it. I’m going upstairs to get ready for work.”

“Vivian?”

I stop midway up the stairs. “Hmm?”

“Is something wrong?”

I don’t know, you tell me!

“Nope. I’ll be down in a few minutes.” I turn and sulk my way to the closet.

“Enjoyable, I eat three servings of your cum for breakfast and all you can say is it was enjoyable !” I mumble to myself as I shimmy out of this stupid, itchy, expensive piece of nothing.

I’ve never wanted to lump Oliver into the “typical man” category until today, on his birthday of all days. I can’t even chew his ass out for being so insensitive—maybe tomorrow. I wonder what the waiting period is for yelling at someone for acting stupid on their birthday.

“Let’s go.” I fake a smile as I grab my purse.

“Thanks for breakfast. It was incredible!” He slips on his boots by the front door.

Potatoes and turkey are incredible, but a thirty minute blow job is enjoyable? I’m rethinking my plans for him later. Maybe we’ll order in and I can knit while he scrubs the kitchen floor again. That’s probably enjoyable too. We walk down the front steps and head toward Harvard Square.

“I was thinking of taking you out tonight, but now I’m wondering if you would rather stay in and order takeout?”

He wraps his arm around me. “Sounds perfect.”

Of course it does. Thirty must be the new fifty. I should have gotten him loafers and a cardigan for his birthday. It’s possible I have a bruised ego taunting me. It’s also possible that he’s already bored with me. Maybe Alex is right. Oliver may want to spice things up between us, which seems ridiculous since we are still in the early honeymoon stage of our relationship. I suppose I could pick a few things up and try them out on him tonight. He’s probably had more blow jobs than I care to imagine so this morning was just an extended version of an all too familiar routine.

“What’s going on in that beautiful head of yours?”

Oh nothing. Just making a mental note to Google sex toy shops when I get to work.

“Nothing, nothing at all.”

Our morning is busy, well, at least in the illegal cash sales. Maggie and her VIP customers have spent most of the morning sorting out the fine details of everything that’s wrong with our government—campaign financing … blah, blah, blah … corporate government … blah, blah, blah … and, of course, the need to legalize marijuana.

“Some of your customers don’t look sick anymore, yet they keep coming in. What’s up with that?”