February 2020

           A car door slammed outside followed by Jackson’s mother yelling at Lori. As they scrambled fast for their clothes, Jackson laughed “We could be caught licking all of my mother’s home made whipped cream off of each other and I still think we would be the favorites.”

Standing at the luggage pick-up, Jackson had plenty of time to think about how his stupid friend Bill talked him into hiring a girlfriend for Thanksgiving. They had been trashed at their favorite bar when Bill suggested it and stupidly, Jackson handed over his email and let Bill set him up with a complete stranger.

Angelina was her name and Jackson had only saw a brief picture of her. She was average height with brown hair that curled at the ends passing her shoulders. The only thing Jackson for sure knew about her was that she looked good in coats and scarves. That’s it. Whether she’s a klepto, an arsonist, wanted in several states for killing guys named Jackson. He knew none of that. Bill’s voice filled his ears again, drunken and sloppy “Dude, stop, she’s perfect. She even lives in Boston. Your mom will love her.” So he booked a ticket home and set up a time to meet her at the airport.

An orange back dropped down the belt with his name etched onto it in white out, he’d gotten the bag for free in college had traveled with it ever since. Grabbing it off the belt, he headed down to the first floor where he was supposed to meet Angelina. Flattening himself against the sides of the escalator’s for people dressed in army clothes who were carrying duffels and walking extremely fast toward little family’s jumping up and down.

Then he saw her, standing against a fake tree with a coffee and a glittery sign with ‘JACKSON’ written across it. Jackson was glad his four hundred bucks were going to good use.

“Angelina!” he called from the elevator. She smiled, gulping down more coffee before trashing the cup. Quickly she walked toward him, throwing her arms around him, and jumped. Jackson’s knees gave a little like he might fall with her, he hadn’t expected to be embraced in a hug-jump by a stranger. “Well, at least your friendly,” he muttered, laughing. Without warning Angelina planted a kiss on his lip, quick and dry. “Welcome home, I missed you!”

            “Er, What are you talking about?”

            She looked confused, bending in closer to whisper. “Your Jackson Stewart, right?”

            “Yeah but my family isn’t here.”

            “Oh,” she looked around, dropping her legs from around his waist. “Sorry, a lot of my clients claim to have girlfriends in other states.”

            “Wow where were you when I was in middle school,” he laughed, and gestured toward the airport doors. “Shall we?” She nodded and they walked out toward the parking lot.            “Sorry we have a bit of a hike. My dad doesn’t believe in paying for parking.”

           “Smart man.”

           “He’ll be glad to hear it.”

            “Is it just going to be the three of us?” she asked, tucking her hair behind her ear.

             “Oh no, it will be mom, dad, my sister, June, her new boyfriend Scott who is vegan and won’t eat anything my mom is cooking, then there’s just you, and me. So six but my mom will cook enough for fifteen and only five people will be eating.”

            “Sounds like a perfect Thanksgiving to me.” As they got closer Jackson pointed out his father’s car. His father, Jack, was pounding his fist against the wheel, big earphones settled over his ears. “He’s listening to the game.”

              Jackson scared him as he opened the door and leaned in. “Hey dad.”

              “You almost gave me a heart attack.”

              “This is Angelina,” he said, stepping back so Angelina could slide into the backseat.

               “Jack,” he said, clearing his throat. “The first.” Jackson’s dad did this with every girl he brought home. He was never sure why. Ignoring him, Jackson slumped down in the front seat next to his dad and gave him an awkward half hug.

               “So how’s mom doing with the vegan?” he asked.

               “She’s smoking while wearing the patch so this might be our last thanksgiving, buckle up.”

               They buckled up, as Jack the first, drove out of the airport parking lot like it was on fire.

               Pulling into Jackson’s childhood home, everything looked the same. It was fall so all the flowers were dead and there were piles of leaves all over the yard.

               “What’s with the piles, dad?”

              “Damn neighbor kids. They asked me if they could rake them for five bucks and I told them yes but they took my money and never came back.”

              “Five dollars, huh? You’ve got yourself a petty claims court case. Maybe you’ll be on TV,” Jackson laughed.

“You know you’re going to be raking these leaves for the rest of the weak for that comment, right?”

             “Yes, sir.” Jackson grabbed his own luggage and Angelina silently followed them up the stairs of the house. Jack the first, held the door open for all of them.

             “May, we’re home.”

             “My little Jackson’s home!” she ran out of the kitchen and into the front room, unhooking her apron from around her neck and letting it drop to the floor. “Oh, I’ve missed you.” She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him in. “You’ve gotten taller.”

             “I was here in summer, mom.”

             “You’ve gotten thinner.” She patted his waist.

             “Nope.”

              Her eyes shifted to Angelina. “You’ve gotten a beautiful new girlfriend.”

              Jack pushed past his son and wife to his overstuffed recliner. “One out of three aint bad.”

             “I’m Angelina,” she smiled, she was sort of perfect.

             Leading Angelina away from him toward the kitchen, he heard her quietly ask        Angelina if she was a vegan. Swiftly, his dad grabbed the remote and turned the game on.

             It had only been twenty minutes but Scott had managed to get very comfortable with everyone bringing up politics, religion, and stories about his hardship growing up on the mean streets of his wealthy estate in Vermont. He had cornered Angelina and was asking her what her natural color was, if she had found a grey hair yet, and if she would consider using henna or tea to dye her hair next time. “I already dye my hair with compost that I make myself,” she lied.

Scott, with wide eyes, nodded in agreement. Angelina pulled Jackson closer to her. “Me and Scott collect our coffee grinds and eggshells and it just works like a dream.”

            “Honey, I didn’t know you liked coffee,” his mom said, half listening as she opened a can of yams and dumped them into a bowl.

            “Well I had to start drinking it to keep my lady happy and beautiful, mom.”

            Lori, who was sitting at the table in a tiny mini skirt and sunglasses pushed up on her bleached blonde hair, rolled her eyes. “Do you have to be such a dick?” she asked her brother.

            “Do you have to date idiots,” Jackson whispered as he swooped past her to get a soda from the fridge. Jackson knew his sister, Scott was loaded and he didn’t seem that hard to talk out of his money.

            “I was on a yacht with a bunch of celebrities, have you ever seen that reality show Hockey Wives of Montreal?” Scott drew out the names like they were important.

            “No,” breathed Angelina.

            “Well they were there and we were all drinking and eating little sliders of death and one rolled under the seat and I went to reach for it to see if it was still viable and I had an epiphany. Any epiphany had on a boat with its own pool is an epiphany you trust.”

             “That’s beautiful, Buddha?”

             “The blue elephant? I love him. I bought a rug with him on it at a flea market.”

Jackson couldn’t stifle his laugh as Angelina tried with all her might to fight the twitching edges of her mouth.

             “That’s the one,” she smiled, her fingers entwining with Jackson’s, squeezing them as she looked up at him.

             “You know Scott, my sister Lori, when she was a teenager she threw a mega fit because she thought the tap water was poisoning us so she made mom go to one of those big bulk stores to buy her plastic bottled water. How many of those would you say you went through, Lori?”

            “Bite me.”

            “There’s a man who builds houses out of bottles. That’s where I envision Lori and I’s children running around in.”

             Their mother choked as she peeled eggs.
Abandoning his conversation with Angelina, Scott took to standing behind Jackson’s mother as she attempted to cook for a small village.

             “Let me help you, Mrs. Stewart, it’s more in the wrist.” Scott, a man with wrist like a first grader, took the spoon from his mom who had won every baking contest she ever entered. His weird version of stirring splashed juice all over the counter as he whipped in big wide circles, showering his mother’s fresh apron.

            “Jack!” His mom yelled, forcing herself to smile at Scott. Walking to the door, she leaned into the front room. “Jack take Scott to get more beer!”

            “We aren’t out of beer,” mumbled Jack from his recliner. She stomped into the front room and Jackson heard her as she angrily whispered, “If you want Thanksgiving dinner, so help me everything holy, you will take that boy to get beer.” A saucer cracked against the cold tile sending it flying into a million pieces. “Right damn now!” she added.

            Once Scott and his dad were gone, his mom started cooking as fast as she could. Holding the pan completely still, she took a knife and swiped big broad stroked of chocolate icing onto a chocolate cake. Cake was a Stewart-family tradition. Everyone liked cake more than pie. Chilled cookie dough was brought out of the fridge, plopped down into expert circles and thrown in the oven, only to be pulled out golden brown and tubed with orange icing in jack-o-lantern patterns.

            “Honey, I love you but I’ve tasted your cooking and there is no way you know enough about regular cooking to make him anything?” she whipped the cream in the bowl, turning to face her daughter. “Is he the cook or something?” Being old fashioned, his mother looked horrified. Like she had just asked if he was on meth or a secret murderer.

Pushing past her mother, Lori ran a finger in the whipped cream. “I just buy it at Target. They have vegan everything.”

          Jackson watched his mother as everything from horror to acceptance flashed across her face. “Get my keys, honey.”

           Lori went and got her keys and her mom shuffled them toward the car. “We’ll be back soon, you two.”

          “Wow.” Angelina broke the silence first. “Scott’s a really sound guy. Not the type to stand over you in the night with a knife at all.”

         “My sister loves easy money.”

         “Easy money?” she laughed. “Anyone who dates Scott deserves a bottle mansion, with a bottle Jacuzzi.”

          “A bottle jag sitting in the bottle driveway,” he added.

          “And with bottle cribs for your nieces and nephews.”

          “Maybe the kids will just be bottles with wigs and Scott will breastfeed them with his vegan breast milk.”

         “Okay stop,” she laughed, holding her sides. “You took it to a weird place.”

          “I did? Miss. Compost hair dye.”

          “I thought it would gross him out,” she laughed, swatting at Jackson.

          “Well thanks for trying.”

          “Do you think they have sex or do you think it’s some sort of weird mind meld thing where they just think of doing freaky stuff together from across the room?”

           Jackson shook his head. “I’d rather not think about it at all.”

          “Shy about sex?” she asked, touching his forearm.

           “Grossed out by the thought of my sister having it with someone like Scott or anyone at all but especially, Scott, yes.”

          “We don’t have to talk about them. We can talk about us.”

          “Having sex?” Jackson laughed but it wasn’t returned.

           “I mean yeah, that’s part of the deal.”

Jackson put his hands up. “I’m going to kill bill.”

         “The movie?”

         “My friend who sat up the profile. Look I’m not that type of guy. I don’t have to go on websites to.. I mean.. We aren’t going to.. We don’t have to.. I sound like a jerk.”

          “Only a little.”

          “I’m sorry.”

          “Why don’t we start out with something small. Like kissing. There’s got to be some chemistry between us later or your family is going to know.”

           “He grinned. “I can do that.”

           Angelina had to tip toe to meet his lips. As they kissed, Jackson’s hand slid down to the small of her back. Now he couldn’t think about anything but fucking her.

           “I mean maybe we could..”

           Angelina dropped to her knees, helping him pull his jeans down as quickly as she could. “How long do you think we have?”

          “Mom’s never walked in a grocery store to only get one thing and I reckon my father can drive around aimlessly with Scott for forty five minutes with his headphones on.” Angelina laughed thinking of Scott talking on and on while Mr. Stewart listened to the games with big puffy headphones on.

            Her fingernails scratched his hips as she pulled his boxers down, freeing his stiff cock. Jackson grabbed gripped the edges of the counter as Angelina dragged her tongue across his tip. She gripped his cock, stroking him slowly as she licked down the length, squeezing his balls with the other hand.

            Jackson sighed as her mouth sunk down on him, her hand still gripping him at the base as she worked to get more of him in her mouth. The phone rang as Angelina’s eyes watered, her cheeks sucking in around him. The voicemail picked up: “Mrs. Stewart.” It was Scott. “I forgot to tell you before I left. Save all your peelings in a Tupperware container and I will take it home with us. We like to use it in our gardening. Oh, oh yeah, only if Angelina doesn’t need it. Maybe we can split.” And then the voicemail cut him off. Jackson could feel the vibrations of Angelina laughing around his cock, tears streamed from her eyes. Grabbing a handful of her hair, he pulled her closer to him, yanking his hips toward her face.

His toes curled, he knew he was fixing to cum. “I want to be inside of you,” he breathed, stepping back and helping her to her feet. He planted kisses along her jaw, his hands sliding under her ass, he picked her up and pushed her onto the edge of the counter.

Pushing her skirt up around her waist, his hands running up her inner thighs feeling the hosiery against his fingertips. Desperate to feel her, touch her, he ripped the material without a second thought. “Fuck, that’s going to be a bit noticeable,” he muttered, planting hot kisses against her throat.

            “We’ll say I had a run in them,” she laughed. “Or maybe that Scott got so hungry he ate them.” Jackson smiles against her throat, she was so perfect. His hand slid in between her legs, pushing her panties aside, his fingers curled and brushed along her already wet pussy. She rolled her hips forward, wanting to feel his fingers enter her already, whimpering as he pulled away denying it.

           Jackson ran his fingers through her brown hair, admiring her as she giggled at his goofy smile. Pulling her closer, the two kissed quickly parting his lips for her tongue. Their kiss was soft and sweet at first. It quickly divulged into each other pulling the other one closer. Angelina’s fingers pulled at his t-shirt and scratched at his back to pull him in closer. Jackson held Angelina around the neck as his tongue explored her mouth. Sliding a hand between her legs, Jackson’s finger ran up her hot thighs, feeling his way up her wet slit, his finger pushed into her clit and rubbed it in tiny circles. Angelina broke the kiss whimpering, her hips responding to the bundle of nerves. Jackson pushed Angelina’s hair out of his way with his nose and nipped at her neck, biting down hard as his thumb took over the stroking and his finger slid down to find it’s way inside her pussy.

           Placing her hands on the counter, Angelina closed her eyes and focused on the little electric sparks traveling up her spine as his thumb worked it’s magic and Jackson’s thick index finger curled itself inside her making her ache for his cock.

Jackson watched Angelina squirming against the counter, he pushed her knee up, spreading her wide open as he bent down. He nipped and bit up her thigh until his nose was against her pussy. A whine escaped Angelina’s throat as he pulled his thumb away, quickly replacing it with the tip of his tongue, swirling in circles pushing the bundle of nerves up and down as her hips wiggled with pleasure.

Planting his hands on either side of Angelina, he bit down on her neck as he entered her. Angelina wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her as she moaned feeling him push the rest of the way in her, filling every inch of her pussy. Angelina’s warm pussy wrapped around Jackson’s cock, squeezing him as he pulled out and thrust himself hard back into her. His fingers dug into her lower back as he held her to him. He pulled out slowly, torturing Angelina. She bit his lip and he shoved himself hard and deep inside of her making her moan with pleasure and pain.

           “Fuck me,” she moaned, her head falling back against the cabinet. Her hips moved up, meeting him. The sound of their skin smacking together as they desperately tried to claim more of one another filled the room. “Harder,” she whimpered.

           Jackson hooked his arm around Angelina’s leg, spreading her wide for him, he started to plow her into the counter. Angelina’s eyes rolled back in her head as she got fucked hard, her hand falling from Jackson’s shoulder and grabbing onto the edge of the sink.

Jackson’s hand slid between them finding her clit and rubbing it in slow circles, as he slowly pulled out and slammed back into her.

         Angelina’s toes curled, her back arched, and her pussy tightened uncontrollably around Jackson’s hard cock, she threw her arms behind her, to arch herself even further against him.            “I’m cumming,” her voice waved as her nerves exploded, sending chills up her spine.

Jackson’s hands slid under Angelina’s ass, his cock slid in and out of her faster now, as he built toward his orgasm. He could feel it right behind his belly button. He could feel Angelina’s warm cum around his cock as he pumped in and out of her.

        With a growl, Jackson’s cock pulsated before he came inside of her. Pressing his forehead against hers, their chest heaved up and down. They were both breathless and sweating. Angelina dipped her finger in the whipped cream and swiped it across Jackson’s lips. He laughed, pressing his whipped cream lips to hers.