Car trip to the Hamptons

Looking out the passenger window Jodie blew a bubble with the bubble gum in her mouth, inflating it a little larger than the last time she blew it. The car trip wasn’t going to be too long, but just over two hours with traffic was more than enough time for Jodie to worry herself into a frenzy about meeting Adam’s parents. So she was keeping her mind occupied with little things, and right now it was seeing how big she could blow a bubble with the gum till it popped on its own. Light jazz music played in the car as they made their way east on the Southern State Parkway. Adam glanced over at his girlfriend her red hair was tied into a thick braid that hung down her right shoulder, it exposed her large hoop gold earrings and her delicate neck that he had to make an effort not to start kissing when he picked her up that morning. Kissing her neck always got her going, but it was too cold out to be standing outside the car and she had been insistent they get on the road instead of taking up a needed parking space on the side of the road near her apartment building. Hopefully this would be one of the last times he picked her up from the beat-up old building, when this trip was over, he was going to show her the brochure for an apartment just around the block from his place. He had decided he wasn’t ready for her to move in, but with her going to be working away from him soon he did want her to stay over more often and she was never keen on him being in her apartment. He understood with how the place looked, and he was not only going to improve her standard of living like she deserved but having her closer would ease the transition that he knew he wanted, but just wasn’t ready to jump into.

Adam’s eyes went down her body, he knew he should be focusing more on the road, but it was always hard to look elsewhere when she was near. She had a cream covered sweater for her top with a high rounded collar, that was tucked into her skirt. The skirt was a light beige pleated thing that would have been just shy of being dress code allowable back at his old boarding school, it showed plenty of her nylon covered legs that ended in a pair of booties five-inch heels that had three little black buttons on the side. He loved the way she looked but knew she must be freezing now that it was late November. “Not that I’m complaining, and to be clear I am not doing that, but how do you wear such short skirts and hose when it is this cold out?” Turning her head she tapped the front of the little bubble forming on the piece of gum with her glossy wine maroon colored nailed index finger. She smiled hearing the little pop sound as she looked at him then back down her legs. It really didn’t look practical, but it was a super cute outfit that she was proud to put together. Wearing a skirt in the winter, she giggled running one of her hands down her dark legs. Wearing a skirt during the winter sounded like a lost bet, not something that would done on purpose. “Oh, I’m like super warm, my legs are warmer than they used to be wearing jeans.” Reaching over after taking another glance at his girl’s legs he put his hand on her thigh, rubbing it gently. “Think someone might be trying to act like she is a tough girl.” Shaking her head, Jodie’s smile went up a few watts. “Okay, but like not at all. The forty denier tights I’m wearing are… no I’m getting ahead of myself. First you put on some fleece tights that match or closely match your skin tone, can you even tell I'm wearing two pairs of tights? I would never wear the fleece tights by themselves, oh wow they make my legs look like they are orange or I’m a character on the Simpsons or something. But, here is the thing!” Jodie was moving her hands, touching her hair as she particularly animated as she was excited, describing just how much thought she had put into what she was wearing.

“IF you pair it with some darker tights over it, you can’t like even TELL I’m wearing them at all, it totally looks like I am only wearing the darker pair and my legs feel nice and warm. These…” Jodie said pulling up and stretching the sheer tights on her legs before letting go and letting them snap back down. “Are like unbreakable, but not like really, but kinda. It is the worst when you get a new pair of stockings or tights and they get a run in them! But, what was I saying?” Jodie bit her lip for a second, she had gotten off topic of her legs being warm and was talking about her new tights. A car honking as it sped around someone going slow in the adjacent lane had distracted her. “You were talking about your clothes, I’m not really following, but you seem excited, so please. Continue.” Adam said, chuckling a little as he continued to touch her leg. “Right, right. Oh! Yeah so these are just AMAZING! They don’t get runs in them, God I have ruined so many pairs of stockings in your office. Mmmm…” Jodie trailed off for a second enjoying Adam’s warm hand touching her inner thigh as she thought about lunch time. It wasn’t time to eat yet, but thinking about it made her stomach growl a little. “These cost like sixty dollars for the one pair, can you believe that? Well so far they are worth it, but I really don’t like the pattern, but I can’t complain because it is probably totally done that way so they can be so strong, right?” Again Adam glanced at his girlfriend, he didn’t notice any pattern and had no idea what she meant by forty denier, but he did know he liked looking at and touching her legs. “Sounds right to me.” Jodie nodded a few times to herself, like she was happy to have the confirmation.

“I recognize that sound, are you hungry? Did you have breakfast?” Jodie glanced down at her boss's crotch and a small blush came to her face. “No, I’m like okay and I had coffee.” Giving a small smile, Adam moved his hand up a little more on her leg. She stopped his advance, but it was a slow reaction. “Adam!” She said his name in a way to tell him no, but he could hear the excitement in her voice. As part of her punishment he had denied her more than once or made her wait, all conventional logic made him think he was really just punishing himself, girls denied their lovers all the time as punishment, but Jodie was different. From that first day where she dropped to her knees and put her hand on his crotch, she was a woman that knew what she wanted and he had noticed when he wasn’t able to have lunch time with her she always got cranky or a little huffy and it lasted about as long as it took for her to swallow his cum. He had looked it up online and was completely surprised to find out that some people got addicted to cum as crazy as it sounded, and just as crazy that someone funded a study for that kind of research. To him it was clear she was just one of those people, and he was going to see if he could take advantage of just that. “I was thinking, maybe this weekend you could hold off on any wedding or marriage talk. I know how obsessed you are, I saw the binder you I’m sure purely on accident left on my desk the other day.” Jodie pointed to herself, looking at Adam acting to be shocked by the accusation. “I told you that is going too fast for me, but you aren’t really listening.”

“Well, I’m not getting any younger and I can’t have you leaving me for whoever the next girl who sits at my desk.” Adam rolled his eyes, girls could be so insecure sometimes, he wasn’t going to leave Jodie just because she wasn’t going to be less than fifteen feet away so that he couldn’t get blown by her when he wanted, he loved her and after talking to one of his gym buddies that he swam with it was normal for a woman to have a book where they put things for a future wedding they dreamed about, or so he said. Randal was a good guy, gay as they came, but with four sisters he supposed he knew what he was talking about. “Yes, none of us are, but Jodie. You need to understand that no other woman can shine as brightly as you do. Plenty of girls are pretty, beautiful, but none of them are you. You are a raging bonfire, compared to their tiny candlelight. You should know things about yourself, like when you walk by in your heels, I can’t help myself to do anything other than look at your ass, that might be a crass compliment, but it is the truth. Another truth is that when you are in a room and you smile, the room grows brighter in the perception of everyone who sees you and they can’t help themselves other than to smile in return. I tell you this, so you understand your effect on me and others, but also so you know I love you. With all that said, you can’t talk about marriage or weddings around my parents, it will not go well.” Part of Jodie’s mind went “Awww” as he spoke another part of her wanted to rub her hands together like a bad movie villain that her plan was working, and a final part wondered if that was a good thing and what she really wanted. When she didn’t respond, Adam kept going to try and cement in that she wouldn’t be bringing up the topic with his family.

“Jodie, this is how important this is to me, if you bring up talking about marriage or weddings on this trip, then you won't have any sex or be able to have your lunches.” Narrowing her eyes, Jodie crossed her arms under her large chest, very aware of the absence of his hand on her leg that was there a moment ago. “Excuse me!?” What the hell did he think she was? She didn’t need his dick or to swallow his cum. Sure she loved how happy it made him and how he praised her when she did it, but it was for him, not for her. Jodie’s anger was undercut by her stomach growling again at the thought of having him in her mouth and that brought to mind how she had just looked at his crotch when he brought up food. “You heard me.” Adam’s voice was hard and commanding, just conversational. Not her Dom, but more like a parent saying if you don’t eat your broccoli, you can’t have ice cream. “I don’t need your ice cream… I mean your cum.” She said knowing she did want it, and even though it was cold was kind of in the mood for a brownie, chocolate blizzard from Dairy Queen. Wanting and needing were different things and if he felt that way then she knew her course was set and how this was going to be the wedge that pushed them apart. “Maybe not, but still, that is how serious I am about this.” She didn’t respond to him, kept her arms crossed and went back to looking out the window and distracting herself with her gum once more. Thinking how it was ridiculous that he thought she was some trollop, some slut like she used to watch on porn videos. She would show him, Jodie thought, trying to firm her mind on this course of action and hoping her boyfriend didn’t decide she had to wear the remote controlled plug while she was cut off.

Sitting in silence Jodie tried to ignore the man that loved her, the man she didn’t love, but liked enough that she thought if she hadn’t been so focused on trying to break up with him, she might have. The man who had insulted her and the man she had to spend a week with, while being with his family for Thanksgiving. Coming into the Hamptons, some of it looked like she would expect any Beach town in the Northeast of the U.S. but looking at some of the properties she thought the local police might stop people at random to do a credit check to see if they belonged and she felt that she did not. Soon they were driving down a road with trees lining all of the properties for privacy, but the small glimpse Jodie could see of the houses made he think her apartment would be considered only livable to a servant compared to these places. It was like peeking into another world she only thought she had an idea of. She knew Adam Wesker came from money, but she wasn’t sure any of the houses on Wood Path in Sagaponack could be worth less than five million. After going past just a few houses they drove past an open fence onto a gravel road up to a double peaked roof house… house wasn’t the right word, this was a mansion, and as they got closer and it loomed over them, Jodie felt a bit intimidated by the inanimate structure. “Here we are, my childhood home, eight bedrooms, eight and a half baths, swimming pool and tennis court. Welcome to the beautiful, but empty Wesker home. Well, the one of the few we have.” Jodie’s eyes were just getting wider and wider as she looked out the window at the place as Adam told her how big it was. “One of? How many houses do you have!? And, like if you can afford this why is it empty?” Looking at the place and hearing how he could afford multiple of them was mind boggling to Jodie; her upset attitude seemed to vanish as it was forgotten in the presence of the property. “Not me, my parents. I own the condo in the city and only just finished paying that off. They own a property down in Florida, California and one in Victoria, umm in Canada that puts this place to shame. They used to have a place in France but sold it when the neighborhood went down.” Adam rolled his eyes thinking about that conversation with his mother. “Mind you the property was big enough that you couldn’t see any of your neighbors. So, I have no idea what that even meant. And yes Jodie, we have plenty of furniture and decorations. Decorating is a hobby of my mothers, and she is good at it, but having things doesn’t make a home feel warm. Now are you ready to meet my parents?”

Slowly Jodie shook her head and bit her lip looking at Adam with pleading eyes. Why couldn’t she just spend Thanksgiving drinking at a bar like she used to, or hiding in his room after a trip to his dealer. She felt Adam cup her jaw and her eyes focused on him and pulled her out of her daydream of Thanksgiving’s past. “Jordan Applegate, I love you. I want to spend the holidays with you and for the first year in a long time be able to be truly thankful for what I have when I look across the table and look at you. No matter what happens inside of there, now that you are mine, and I am yours.” The kiss that followed lingered, it was nice, but not the fiery passionate kisses they tended to share before more would happen. Still she melted into his arms, enjoying the attention and how he was one of the few people in this world that seemed to really want to be with her. His words of them belonging together could have been a line that would make sense with him being upset with her bringing more and more of her stuff to his condo. He was particularly upset when he found a picture of some flowers she had hung on the wall in his living room, but the words didn’t feel hollow. He talked about his house like it was some cold thing, but she didn’t understand how it could be with how warm he was, how warm and needed she felt with Adam. Her parents always fought about money, and his parents had that in spades, surely this man, this caring man that had built up walls to keep from being hurt, but still… he cared, he loved, surely his parents were better than her own. How could they not be with all they have and who their son was.