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I considered my options, and I didn’t have many, so I took the panties and slid them on. I could feel the metal of the vibrator through the thin fabric. It sat right over my clit, and I was thankful he wouldn’t have the remote because just knowing that was there and the pressure it caused on my clit had my body warming up.
I quickly pulled on the rest of my clothes, we were already running late, and we still had two more stops to make before heading to Mom and Dad’s house.
Damian held my hand all the way to my apartment and when we got there, he stayed in the living room while I went to change. I slipped into a fresh pair of jeans and a black sweater that hung down to my thighs before slipping into my low healed, short barrel, black boots.
I brushed out my hair before pulling it up into a high ponytail and sliding some gloss onto my lips. When I went into the living room, Damian was on the couch playing on his phone. “I’ll pack an overnight bag; you want to grab the large laundry basket from on top of the dryer and pile the presents in it for me?”
“Sure, but pack for a few days at least.” He called out over his shoulder as he went to the laundry room off my kitchen.
I went back into my room and grabbed a duffle adding a few days worth of clothes and a couple pairs of shoes. I went in the bathroom and grabbed my toothbrush. Damian had let me use his at the house, but I thought it would be better and more sanitary for me to take my own.
When I looked around the room, I didn’t feel the same way about the apartment that I used to feel. This used to be home, but now it was a place I slept. I felt like I was going crazy. Things couldn’t really change that fast.
“Ready when you are, Sweetness.” I smiled at the nickname he gave me. Every time he said it, I got a funny feeling in my belly and melted a little more for him. When he’d called himself my Daddy, I’d been shocked and aroused.
“I’m ready.”
Damian took the bag from me and took it downstairs to load it into his truck. Ever the gentleman, my Santa Man.
***
“Mom. Dad. We’re here.” I called out as I opened the front door. Damian came in behind me carrying the gifts in the basket. I hadn’t had a chance to tell my parent’s I was bringing anyone and if I had, I would have had to answer a bunch of questions, so I decided to just spring it on them instead.
To say they were shocked would be an understatement. I’d never brought a man home to meet my family before, mainly because I’d never met a man I cared enough to bring around my family. They never touched my soul the way Damian did, so I always ended things before they became physical.
“Mom. Dad.” I said, setting my purse down on the table in the front hallway, “This is Damian. He’s my—”, crap. I didn’t know what to call him. “Friend.”
Damian smiled at my parents and held out his hand, “I prefer the term boyfriend, but Kendall’s still getting use to the idea.”
My mom beamed and took his hand excitedly ushering him into the house. “Come on in. You can set the presents down in there. If Kendall had told us she was bringing someone we would have made sure you had something to open too.”
“It’s ok,” he gave my mom another easy smile turning on the charm, “Kendall gave me a gift earlier, so I already opened mine.”
“Oh, what did she get you?”
I froze, lying was not my strong suit, and I had no idea what he was going to tell them. I prayed he wasn’t going to say,‘Oh, she gave me her cherry, many times over.’God, how humiliating. I should have thought this through better.
“She gave me a really nice bottle of Champagne and some custom Champagne flutes. I’m a bit of a beverage connoisseur, so it was the perfect gift.”
“You’re not an alcoholic, are you?”
I groaned. Damian had covered that perfectly and dad had to go and be his overprotective self. “Daddy stop it.”
Damian just laughed, “No sir. I don’t drink more than I can handle, and most of the time with as much as I work, I don’t drink at all. I do collect wines and Champagnes, though. It’s kind of a hobby.”
Dad seemed to accept that, and we moved into the family room. “Hey Grandpa,” I raised my voice a bit so he could hear me.
“Hey squirt. Come here.” Grandpa had called me squirt since I was a kid. I wrapped my arms around him and gave him a big hug.
“Merry Christmas, Grandpa.”
“You too. Who’s your fella?”
I sighed and made another round of introductions as Damian set the basket by the tree. “This is Damian, my boyfriend.”
“I may be old and my hearing may be going, but there’s nothing wrong with my trigger finger, Son. Don’t hurt my granddaughter. I’m too old to care about going away for the rest of my life.”
“Grandpa, please.” My face flamed red, and I shook my head at him.
