Louis held his arm around my waist as we walked into the house. I turned around, "no, not so close," I said hurriedly, "I don't want my parents to get the wrong impression. Hands only." I said nervously as I grabbed his hand, effortlessly intertwining our fingers. I watched as his mouth formed into a frown and a small whimper erupted from his throat. "Tomorrow babe," I whispered sexily in his ear, making sure to blow my hot breath on his ear and neck.
He looked down into my eyes, "I can't wait love," he said before gingerly kissing my lips.
"C'mon, it's time to meet everyone," I smiled.
My parents were sitting in the living room at the back end of the house with my brother. My stomach had been upset, worrying about how Louis would react in front of them. I had hoped he wouldn't be frisky like he usually was.
He was such an affectionate person, his arm always tightly wrapped around my waist, or his hand holding my small hand. I had hoped he wouldn't be too affectionate in front of my parents. My dad was overprotective and I knew he wouldn't enjoy seeing that.
Louis was a cheeky little bastard, so I'd hoped he wouldn't make inappropriate jokes to my father or brother. I hoped he wouldn't give away any hints about our night together exactly one week ago. However, a small part in me knew he wouldn't. I knew he wouldn't put our relationship on the line like that, knowing my dad would end things if he made the wrong move.
When we walked into the living room my brother and mom were sitting on the love seat, with my dad sitting on the recliner. They were all watching television and propped up when they saw us walk in.
"Uh, hi mom, dad, Sean . . . this is Louis," I sputtered out.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Louis step forward, "hello Mr. Clemons. It's so nice to meet you," he stepped forward and extended his hand, a large smile adorned his face.
"Oh please, call me Damon." Louis and my dad shook hands, my dad's lips forming into a smile. Phew.
"I'm Louis," Louis said as he made his way around the room, shaking my mother's hand and my brother's.
"Call me Clara," my mom said as she shook his hand, grinning in my direction.
"Hey man, I'm Sean." my brother said as he stood up.
"Are you ready to go out for dinner now?" my mom said, standing up, and straightening the back of her dress.
"Yeah, that'd be lovely," Louis said. And I smiled, knowing he was on his absolute best behavior.
* * *
Dinner went better than I'd planned. Louis was an absolute and complete gentleman, never cracking a dirty or tasteless joke, never mentioning much about or relationship other than we'd met at school, and of course, not mentioning a single thing about us having sex. He was charming, making everyone at the table laugh repeatedly, including myself.
My parents asked him the usual . . .
Where are you from?
What's it like in England?
What are your hobbies?
Tell us about your family. (Which he still never said anything, claiming it saddened his heart, missing everyone so much . . .)
Who are you staying with?
And of course, everything else under the sun. I watched as Louis easily made friends with Sean, having such a lovable personality. I honestly don't think there was anyone he couldn't win over.
And my brain (of course) ran over those thoughts about what tomorrow night would be like with Louis, us finally getting some alone time. I really did feel like we needed it, we'd always had people around us, whether it be my friends or his. I felt like we needed time to talk, to connect. And though we talked and were together constantly, whether it was on skype, Facebook, Twitter, texting, or spending time together at school or one of our homes, it just wasn't the same as when we could be alone.
Several times throughout the night I'd secretly placed my hand on his inner thigh, tracing light circles. And I knew he could tell, and I knew it was driving him wild, his jaw flexing as he tried to hold it back.
To return the favor, he'd done it to me once. Placing his hand on my naked thigh and tracing his fingers upwards, making me squirm in my chair. I knew it was wrong, with my parents being across the table from me and all, but I wanted him so bad right then and there. My body wanted his so badly, but it knew it had to wait until tomorrow evening.
And when we'd gotten up from the table, done eating dessert, Louis never tried anything funny. He simply got up, pulled my chair out for me, pushed it in, and gingerly grabbed my hand, turning to my parents and letting out a, "dinner was absolutely lovely, thank you Mr. and Mrs. Clemons. This evening was massively wonderful." I squeezed his hand and looked him in the eyes letting him know he was doing good.
* * *
When we arrived home, my parents left Louis and I to stand outside and say our goodbyes. Though they'd left us, I knew they were either watching or listening. So I hugged Louis, leaning in close to his ear, "I'm pretty sure my dad's watching, so don't try anything, okay?" To which he nodded his head, "I can't wait for tomorrow night Louis. I'm gonna wear my sexiest outfit for you." I whispered into his ear, making sure no one but him could hear.
"Ugh, fuck love. You're driving me nuts," I smiled, knowing he was just as excited as I was. I leaned back, leaning in once again to kiss his soft lips.
"I'll see you tomorrow," I whispered. He kissed me once again, and I stared at his backside walked down the driveway, waving to him as he drove off.