A Little Something

Mornings seemed to come long before I was ready for them. That Sunday morning, seemed to come a lot earlier than most. Or maybe it was all because of the man sleeping soundly beside me and his almost insatiable hunger the night before.

Every single inch of my body was aching as I attempted to roll onto my side. “You better be as sore as me,” I muttered when I finally managed to make it over. As I lowered my to his chest, I noticed a small smirk on his lips. “You aren’t sore, are you?”


His smirk widened into a huge grin as he rolled onto his side. “I have an ache,” he whispered while lowering his mouth to my neck. “Help me with it, Babe. Please?”

Normally, I wouldn’t hesitate to ease his ‘ache’ – sex with Jordan was amazing and I enjoyed it greatly – but while he kissed my neck, I couldn’t do anything. It took all my energy just to slip my hand around his bare back. “Jordy…” I sighed.

He groaned softly and rubbed my back. Chuckling, I told him that it didn’t matter how gently he caressed my back, he wasn’t getting any. “Wasn’t the three times last night…?” Jordan started to shake his head before I even finished my question. I smiled, “Can’t get enough of me Jordy?”

Once again, he shook his head. “No,” he smiled. “I can’t. I wake up every morning and I reach for you. I find I can’t fall asleep unless you’re pressed up against me. At work, something’ll happen, I’ll think of you and I can barely concentrate on the job at hand.” Taking a deep breath, he shrugged. “I don’t know what to do anymore, this is so new to me and…” He bit his lip and shifted his position. “I want to talk about the other night. I need to tell you some things Anna.”


Silence settled over the room. I was waiting for him to continue but as he stared down at me, I started to think that he was waiting for me to say something. I said the only thing I could think of, “I’m listening.”

Over the next hour, Jordan talked to me about everything from our childhood friendship to our adult relationship. I found out a lot of stuff that I didn’t know before, like I was the ‘star’ of his first ‘wet’ dream. “Do you remember the summer after Nick and I turned 12? You went with us to our grandparents’ acreage for two months.”


I nodded. “It was the first time your parents let us stay there without them.”

“Yeah, it was the best summer ever – no dad for two whole months.” He paused as if reflecting on that first summer of freedom. “Not only was it the first summer without my parents’, it was also the first summer I realized that you were a girl.”


“What?” I snorted. “You knew I was a girl long before that summer.”

“Well…” he nodded hesitantly. “Yes, I knew you were a chick but it wasn’t until that summer, down by the pond, when I realized that you were a girl.” His eyes widened at whatever memory he was recalling.


I asked him about it. “What was so special about that summer and the pond?”

He opened his mouth to speak but it was his eyes that told the story as they drifted southwards until they came to rest on the swell of my breast. “Those,” he sighed. “I don’t know how it happened but….damn, Babe you seemed to sprout those overnight and that bathing suit you wore did nothing to conceal them.”


I laughed. “Pervert!”

“Yes,” he admitted. “But it made me feel weird. I didn’t know what the hell was going on with me; suddenly I couldn’t be around you without getting excited.” Pushing up on his elbow, he leaned in over me. “Do you have any idea what it was like for me to suddenly have dreams of kissing you? To dream that we were playing around in the water but it wasn’t the same as it’s always been.”


“Hmm, I always wondered why you acted different that summer. Nick told me it was because you were afraid that your parents would show up if you did anything wrong.”

“It felt wrong Anna. The way you made me feel then – the same way you make me feel now – I thought it was wrong because you don’t have those feelings for your best friend.”


“But…” My fingers trailed down his side to his thigh. “You obviously got over that feeling.”

“Obviously,” he kissed my forehead. “It stopped feeling wrong a while ago when I discovered that masturbating made it all better.”


Rolling my eyes, I attempted to turn away from him but he stopped me. “But seriously Anna, things changed that summer and they changed again when we decided to give us a chance. Since then, I’ve been worrying that I’m going to do something to fuck it all up.”

“Jordan you can’t –”


“But I can and I do,” he stated as he fell back against the mattress. “The other night, after we fought, I thought for sure that you wouldn’t be here when I got home – so I didn’t want to come home.”

“I know,” I stroked his cheek. “Nick told me about your visit to his place.” He didn’t say a word; he just laid there, staring up at the ceiling for the longest time. “Jordy, I won’t lie, I did think about leaving because I didn’t want to argue with you and I didn’t know what kind of mood you would be in when you did come home. I wanted to give us both a chance to cool off.”


“You stayed though,” he pulled me close.

“Yeah, I stayed. My nieces talked some sense into me, they told me that we were friends and lovers, and nothing would change that – we just needed to talk it out.”


“Smart kids,” he replied. “Weird ones too because who says ‘lovers’ these days?”

Smiling, I told him Lindsay did. “It’s the historical romance novels she reads.”


****

“I think we were going about this wrong,” he had told me while we were still in bed. “We jumped into looking for a house without really discussing what we wanted beyond my desire for at least three bedrooms and two bathrooms. We need to discuss what else we want and go from there.”


Later that afternoon Jordan and I were curled up on the couch with a copy each of the most recent Realty Guide and my laptop with the MLS option page displayed on the screen. “A finished basement,” Jordan added. “So our children will have a place to play and hang out with it is minus 40 outside.” I agreed it was one thing I loved about my brother’s house; I always had a place to play, no matter what the weather. “What would you like in our house Anna?”

I didn’t have to think too long, I knew a few things I wanted. “I would like a big kitchen,” I told him. “With stainless steel appliances, under the counter microwave and a double oven.” Looking up from my copy of the Realty Guide, I told him that I would like a window over the sink so I could look out over the yard where our children would play.

Jordan put his copy down and gazed at me. “What else would you like Babe?”

“A place for us, to enjoy ourselves once the kids are in bed – a bathroom with a tub big enough for us to both relax it in, or a living room with a fireplace where we could sit together in the glow of the fire.” Closing my eyes, I pictured Jordan and I cuddling on the couch with a cup of hot chocolate each as we talked and watched the snow fall outside our window. “Jordan.” I opened my eyes. “How much do you have your heart set on finding a house in town?”

“What do you mean?” He rubbed his jaw. “You don’t want to live in town?”

“Well…” I shrugged. “Since we are being honest about what we want, I have to admit that the idea of living in town isn’t one I’m opposed to but I do love the idea of living out of town.” I went on to tell him that, as he knew, the best times of my life (and his) happened out of town. “I don’t know, I just feel that our kids would have more room and be safer if we didn’t live in town.”

“Yes, but what about the possibility of getting snowed in? Or some other event that stops us from getting the kids to school or us to work?”

“Jordy,” I smiled and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “We risk that living in town too but you asked what I would like and it’s something I would like us to keep in mind.” Reaching out, I placed my hand on his. “I have no objects about living in town; I just like the idea of being out of town.”

He nodded thoughtfully. “And what about something like this?” He motioned around his living room. “A house that’s on the outer limits of town so it has the benefits of both worlds.”

“Exactly!” I exclaimed with a chuckle. “We’ll have to find something like this.”

With a snort, he glanced around his living room once more before turning towards me. “Do you think I should’ve held on to this house?” Staring him straight in the eyes, I told him I was behind his decision 100%. “Good,” he wrapped his arm around my shoulders. “I wanted something ‘new’ for us – something that would make us both happy.”

After a couple hours, we had found a couple houses that met some of our main requirements – 2 were in town and 1 was out of town. “I just hope one looks as good in person as they do on paper.”

****

Jordan’s grandparents were late. Dinner was supposed to be at 6 but at 7:30 we were still sitting in the living room, waiting to hear that they were ok.

“I should’ve gone to get them,” John said as he paced back and forth from the front door to the living room every couple minutes. “I told them that it was supposed to snow but they don’t listen to me.”

Jordan, who had been sitting restlessly beside me, stood up and motioned his brothers to join him. “Dad?” He followed John out of the room. “Why don’t Mike, Nick and I go see if we can find them?”

“No, no.” John stopped, shaking his. “I should go find them, they are my parents. You boys stay with your mother.”

“Dad,” Mike grabbed hold of John’s arm. “You stay with mom and the boys and I will see what’s keeping Nan and Pop.”

A brief, heated discussion John returned to his pacing while snapping at the boys to hurry up. “And call me if you find them!”