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Ch. 31 Codes: Mf, teen, oral
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
Spring Break began a week later. After school that Friday, we left
Giselle in charge of the house and drove up the coast to Santa Cruz.
This was Spring Break week for U.C. as well, and the roads were clogged
with students fleeing both the campus near our house and the one in
Santa Cruz. I had gotten us a room in a resort in the hills above the
city, overlooking Monterey Bay.
We checked in just before seven and called Elizabeth from the room.
She was going to meet us for dinner in the main building, and the girls
spent the next half-hour or so getting ready. I could tell from their
excited chatter and concern over their look for the evening that they
were really looking forward to this, and I had to stifle a sensation of
guilt. But was I really keeping them away from Elizabeth? This crazy
living arrangement of ours was her damned idea.
When we reached the lobby, Elizabeth was already there waiting for us.
The girls ran to her with a squeal, and the three of them hugged each
other tightly. I came up more slowly behind them, not wanting to
intrude. They hugged and kissed and clucked over each other for about
ten or fifteen seconds before finally letting go. Elizabeth put out
her hand. I extended mine, and she squeezed it.
"How are you, Steve?"
"Good. You?"
"Wonderful. It's so good to see you guys."
Hayley and Marianne each took one of her hands, and we walked toward
the restaurant. I had made reservations, and we were soon seated at a
corner table overlooking the bay.
For most of the dinner, the women were engrossed in each other, and I
stayed out of it. Marianne was clearly happy to see her mother, but it
was Hayley who displayed the most dramatic change, beaming and giggling
and laughing about everything they talked about. I thought again about
my suggestion to Marianne. About moving up here. Marianne wasn't the
one who really needed this; it was Hayley who was simply too young to
be separated from her mother. Marianne was on the verge of going to
college herself, and absent my involvement, would probably have moved
out fairly soon anyway.
It would be a big step. I had understated the effect that moving would
have on my job. I would, most likely, have to leave the firm I was
with, or at the very least change my relationship with them. I was not
quite wealthy enough yet to retire, not the way I wanted to. And the
nice real estate in this area was not cheap. But--I kept coming back
to the feeling that I owed it to Marianne and Hayley. God knew they
had given enough of themselves to me.
We stayed at the restaurant very late and then wandered aimlessly
around the hotel grounds. Only when Elizabeth insisted that she was
exhausted and needed to sleep did the girls agree to let her go home.
We made plans to get together the next morning and then went up to the
room.
I had, at Marianne and Hayley's request, gotten a single king bed.
They flopped onto the mattress together and continued discussing their
mother and what they wanted to do this week while I got undressed.
For the next few days, the girls visited with Elizabeth while I
explored Santa Cruz on my own. Marianne initially wanted me to come
along with them, but she didn't need much convincing that they deserved
some time alone.
While they were with their mother, I was checking out the local real
estate. I quickly discovered that what I really wanted was simply out
of my price range right now. I had always had this dream of retiring
to a ranch somewhere along the coastline, where I could sit on the
porch and watch the sun set over the ocean, and, just maybe, watch my
future wife and children riding a horse around the yard. That was
still a ways off, and if I wanted to move up here, it wasn't going to
happen now. The hard part was that if I left my job to move to Santa
Cruz, I might never get to the point of being able to afford that ranch.
What had I told Marianne? Love was a willingness to take direct action
to place someone else's happiness above your own. How much did I
really love the two of them? Enough to give up that dream?
As much as I tried to fight it, I knew the answer was yes.
Thursday afternoon, I was taking a nap in the sun on the patio outside
our room when I was awoken by the feel of someone's lips pressing
against my own. I opened my eyes to see Marianne standing over me,
kissing me.
"Hi."
"Hey. You guys get back already?"
She smiled.
"No. Mom and Hayley wanted to go shopping down by the boardwalk. I
told them was too tired, which is true. But I also wanted a little
time alone with you."
She sat in my lap and leaned against me. I put my arms around her.
"What have you been doing all this time while we've been out with Mom?"
she asked a minute later.
"It's a secret."
She giggled.
"I love secrets. Tell me."
"You can't tell Hayley. Not yet, not until I'm sure this can happen."
"What is it?"
"I've been pricing the local real estate."
She sat up, amazement spreading across her face.
"Really?"
"Really. But there is a problem. I wasn't entirely truthful with you
about my job. If we move up here, I'll probably have to leave. At the
very least, I'm not going to be making the same amount of money I am
now."
Her forehead creased slightly.
"Would it be that much less?"
"It depends on a few things I would have to work out with them. But
we're talking about anything from a 25% cut in pay to being completely
unemployed. I could, conceivably, transfer to the San Francisco office
and commute from down here, in which case my job wouldn't much change.
But that would be tough on all of us."
"That's a long way."
"Some people do it. But it is."
She sighed and looked past me toward the ocean.
"I'd be seeing more of Mom and less of you."
"Right. Possibly a lot less."
"What would happen if you quit? Or found something to do for less
money?"
"We would still be comfortable. But there's another issue."
I explained about my retirement idea, and what I wanted to do with the
ranch. Her eyes took on a wistful glow.
"That would be pretty neat. I'd love to live in a place like that. I
know Hayley would too. We would have horses and animals and stuff like
that?"
"That's the idea."
She didn't say anything for a few moments.
"I don't want you to give up that dream for our sakes."
"I don't want you to give up your mother for my sake."
She curled back up on my chest and took my hand between hers. She
kissed it softly.
"We don't have to decide now, do we?"
"I guess not."
We lay together for a few minutes before she began kissing my neck. I
rolled over, holding her beside me, and kissed her nose.
"They'll probably be back soon," she said. "So if you wanna . . ."
I grinned.
"I wanna."
She giggled, and I kissed her again. We were much too exposed on this
patio, so after a few minutes, I picked her up and carried her inside
to the bed. We wriggled out of our clothes in a few minutes, kissing
and fondling each other. I played with her big breasts until I had her
nipples standing out like little pebbles. She took my erection in her
hand and stroked it softly as I explored her body.
She sat up suddenly beside me and bent down to take me in her mouth.
She bobbed slowly, working her tongue and its stud against me. Her
breasts hung down as she bent over me, and I reached under her to tweak
her nipples. When I reached further in, finding her moistening blonde
mound, she giggled around my cock and withdrew.
"I love you so much."
"I love you too, Kitten."
I rolled her on her back and kissed my way down her body, suckling each
nipple once, greeting the kitten tattoo at her bikini line, then
finally settling between her thighs. She let me lick at her for only a
minute or two before pulling at my arms, wanting me on her and in her.
I obliged.
I sank slowly into her wetness as she wrapped her legs around my butt.
I kissed her deeply as I filled her, making her whimper through her
nose.
Having her mother around had changed the mood for our first few days in
Santa Cruz, and we had not made love in almost a week. So this was
simple, take-out sex. I could hold off only until I felt her back
arching under me, felt the tremors of her sex around my erection. I
drove into her as far as I could go, spurting deeply inside her belly.
She sighed contentedly as I lay on top of her.
"Mmm. I missed you."
"I missed you, too."
She looked up at me, smiling.
"I will live wherever I have to, as long as I have you."
"I think that's my line."
She laughed softly.
"We'll work it out. Somehow."
We cleaned up and got dressed none too soon, for Hayley and Elizabeth
arrived soon afterward. I saw Elizabeth's nose wrinkling when she
walked in the room, and I watched the corners of her mouth crease
slightly in amusement as she glanced at the bed (which was still made,
but now rather rumpled). We exchanged a look, but that was all.
The next day, we all went down to Monterey to the Monterey Bay
Aquarium. The Aquarium was housed in an old cannery building, and the
local environmentalists liked to showcase the place as a successful
transition from industry to eco-tourism. We spent an hour or two
walking around and looking at the exhibits before going out back to
watch the staff feeding the sea lions when the tide came in.
I stayed near the back with Elizabeth as the girls pressed in with the
other spectators to watch. I quietly explained my idea about moving up
here, but she was shaking her head before I even finished.
"No, Steve. I can't let you do this. Buying them cars is one thing.
Even that is far more than you ever needed to be doing for them. But I
cannot let you quit your job and sell your house just for them."
"You can see how they are. They really miss you. Hayley especially."
"I know that. But there are things in life you simply have to deal
with. I knew this was going to be a sacrifice. So did they. I would
not have done it had they rejected the idea."
"Marianne wants to go to school up here. What do we do then?"
"I don't know. I have nowhere to put them. I am living, very
frugally, off a part-time job and my half of the proceeds from our
house. I cannot afford even a two-bedroom apartment, not the kind of
place the girls would tolerate living in."
I thought of offering to help, except that I knew she would never
accept it and that even making the offer would offend her.
"You know them pretty well now. Do you think they would be happy going
from your house to sharing a bedroom in a ratty little apartment
outside campus?"
That much was obvious.
"No."
"I need for them to stay with you, at least for now. They may not
realize it, but it's for their own good."
"We could move to San Francisco. Or somewhere closer where I wouldn't
disrupt my job."
She shook her head again.
"No. I'm sorry."
I sighed.
"Okay."
She rubbed my shoulder and then leaned in to kiss my cheek. Despite
everything that was going on at that moment, a million things that were
more important, the seventeen-year-old Steve in the bowels of my mind
turned a cartwheel. ("Beth Dunbar kissed me! She finally kissed me!")
But I did my best to ignore him.
"It means a lot to me that you'd make the offer. But I can't let you
do it."
I nodded, watching Marianne and Hayley squealing and laughing as they
were splashed by one of the sea lions. Maybe some of this happiness
would come back with them. Maybe.
That night, after eating dinner with Elizabeth in the hotel restaurant,
the three of us were lying in bed watching television. Hayley lay
beside me, head on my chest, while Marianne painted her toenails.
"When are we going back?" Hayley asked.
"Sunday morning. You guys have got homework to do."
"I wish we could stay."
Marianne glanced at me.
"Me too," I said. "But your mother needs to be able to concentrate on
school."
Hayley didn't catch, or wasn't watching, the concerned look in
Marianne's eyes. I shook my head at her slowly, and she looked back
toward the television a second later.
"We can come up again this summer, right?"
"Definitely."
Hayley was quiet for a few moments.
"Do you think we could ever move up here?"
Marianne's head shot back around.
"It would be tough, Little Kit. I don't know what I would do about my
job."
"You've got a lot of money already, don't you?"
"I do. But not enough to retire on."
Marianne finally spoke up.
"It would be really hard to make it work, short stuff. And Mom needs
her space right now."
Hayley whimpered, frowning, and I tried to hug her. But she pulled
away from me and rolled over to her side of the bed, curling up and
staring away from us. I glanced at Marianne, who rubbed my leg
sympathetically.
The phone rang about ten minutes later. I reached over toward the
nightstand and picked it up.
"Hello?"
"Steve? It's Giselle."
"Hi. What's up?"
"Have you been checking your messages today?"
"The voice mail? No."
"Well there are about six message from some guy from your work, I think
his name was Jake. He was really excited about something."
"Whoa. What did he say?"
I heard her rustling around the phone.
"I tried to write this down, but I don't know if I got it right. It
was about something like Nesterm or Nestern."
My heart skipped a beat.
"NexTerm?"
"Yeah, that was it."
"Oh, God."
"What's wrong? Is it bad?"
"Uh, don't worry about it. I need to go call him back. Thanks."
"No problem. Bye."
I hung up and jumped for my Palm V organizer. I didn't know Jake's
home number off the top of my head, but I found it soon enough. When I
went back, I noticed Marianne staring at me strangely.
"What was that?"
"I need to make a phone call."
It would have taken too long to explain. This was either very good--or
very, very bad.
Jake answered on the third ring.
"Hey, Jake, it's Steve. What's going on?"
He laughed.
"Oh, man, did you hear?"
"No. I'm on vacation. I haven't been in touch."
"It's about your little project, the one you told me about and I
stupidly neglected to buy in on."
"What happened?"
"Cisco is buying them out, man. They made the offer this morning."
"Oh, Jesus."
"'Oh, Jesus' is right. You know what the damn offer was? Forty!"
Oh, my God. My million-dollar investment had just turned into four
overnight.
"You think they'll get it?"
"No way in hell. It's shot up twenty points already. It closed at
thirty-three and three-eighths this afternoon."
"Holy shit."
He laughed.
"I should have listened to you, man."
"I guess so."
"If you don't mind my asking, how much have you got?"
"Uh, about a hundred thousand."
"Damn. That should be some nice pocket change. Be enough to pay off
your mortgage, I bet."
I realized what he was thinking.
"Uh, Jake, I was talking shares, not dollars."
Silence. Then--
"Are telling me you have a hundred fucking thousand shares of NexTerm?"
"Thereabouts."
He laughed in disbelief.
"Jesus *Christ,* man! What were you thinking?"
"I don't know."
"Well, you hit the fucking lottery, Steve. You just hit the fucking
lottery."
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