Page 11 of Home for Christmas
My foot slides and I jerk to keep on my feet under me causing her to slip down my body a little bit. Her gasp is so loud in the quiet house. “Holy shit! Is…is that…?”
Oh crap! I think she just found out how much I have been enjoying her being in my arms. Before I can think better my mouth is opening and words are falling out.
“You ever felt one before?”
“You know I haven’t.” She rocks a little against me.
“Just because you’ve never dated someone doesn’t mean you haven’t messed around or brushed up against someone by accident.”
“No, I never…”
She does the wiggle thing she’s been doing since I picked her up. I narrow my eyes and say her name in a gruff growl, “Marley, damn it!”
“It’s big, well, it feels big. Is it…big?”
“I don’t know, Peach. I’ve never measured it before so I couldn’t tell you.”
“Really? I thought every man measured their…”
“No! Not all of us, sugar.”
“Most American men are five and a half inches.” I give her a long look. Just how does she know about ‘most American men’? “What? I read! You…this is not five inches.”
She slides against me causing me to close my eyes and pray that I can hold on.
“It doesn’t feel like six or seven either. If I had to guess it’s closer to ten.”
“Son of a bitch!” I swat her bare ass cheek.
Instead of helping, it just makes things worse because she yelps and jerks into me. She presses against me and rubs those soft breasts against me, forcing me to stop before both of us fall. Before I even start walking again the lights flicker and then go out.
“Shit.” Can this get any worse? “Okay, I’m going to…”
“Can we measure it?”
“What?” I think I lost the thread of our conversation somehow.
“Can we measure your di…?”
I interrupt “I’m going to carry you to bed and lay you on it.”
“Yeah.”
“And you're gonna get dressed as fast as you can so we can go to Mom’s house and get you warm.”
She seems disappointed that I’m not taking her into the room so she can measure my cock. Surely, she can’t really want me to take my cock out and find out how long it is…can she?
I get us into the room and lay her down on the bed as gently as I can. It is impossible not to take in the shadowy image of the large globes of her breasts, big for her small frame, and I have to talk myself into letting her go and removing my hands. She just asked to measure my dick, I’m thinking about doing a whole lot more to her body. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out which one of us is in the wrong. I shouldn’t be even thinking these things about my sexy, younger neighbor.
When I move to step back, however, we both hear the door downstairs open and our mom’s voices come floating up to us.
“Marley!”
“Tannen!”
“Fuck!” Me and Marley say the same word at the same time.
She immediately starts wiggling around. I put my hand right in the middle of her body between her breasts holding her down and causing her to yelp. Her fingers curl around my thumb and pinky driving home how small she is compared to me. The protectiveness I've always felt for her rises up inside of me in full force.