6. Grayson

It went even better than I anticipated. I didn’t have to lie or pretend; it seemed, first of all, like they liked me being with their granddaughter. I’d have to thank her later for talking me up the way she had that made them so receptive.

I felt seen, like they saw me the person and not the thing I had started to feel like after dealing with Lacey and her Dad. For the first time I realized why it was that I was so enraged. I didn’t care about Lacey fucking everything that moves; I never loved her in that way.

I think what bothered me is that they were all willing to sacrifice my happiness for hers, like I was just an extra commodity, like part of my Dad’s work compensation or some shit. But Lily’s grandparents were warm and welcoming. I guess since I was the first guy she ever brought home, they knew this was serious, but what solidified things for me was the fact that they seemed to genuinely like the person I am.

We talked about the upcoming summer and the internship. “You’ll have to start at the bottom, young man. Don’t think that because you’ve put stars in my granddaughter’s eyes, and my wife seems to be sweet on you that, you can skate by.”

“Oh, you hush, Simon.” His wife smacked his arm playfully. She’s where Lily and her dad get their dark complexion from. She’s Greek and Italian with that Mediterranean beauty you see in old Hollywood movies. And she’d given it all to her granddaughter.

Except for the eyes, no one has eyes like my girl. So, though her grandmother had green eyes, they didn’t have that brilliant hue that Lily’s did. Still, looking at her gave me a good idea of what Lily would look like at that age, and I’ve got to say, I’m going to have to take very good care of myself if I want to keep up.

Since I didn’t hear anything from Lacey or my Dad, I figured she’d stuck to her end of the bargain. I’m sure she had already moved on to a new conquest to add to her stable of men. Lily had shared what she’d learned about Lacey and what she’d been getting up to since going away to college, and let’s just say, if sucking dick was on the curriculum, she’d graduate with honors.

I wasn’t even sure that she found time to go to any of her classes, and I can’t say that I cared. I had long stopped caring about the friend I once had. To me, she was no better than a stranger that I’d passed for less than two seconds on the street. Someone whose face I wouldn’t even remember.

* * *

There weretimes when I thought it wasn’t going to work. That one of us was going to throw in the towel, especially those times when Lacey forgot our deal and tried to act like she had some kind of hold on me.

All it took was me reminding her of what I had on her and the implication that as long as she got all the wildness out of her system by the time we graduated and promised to settle down into a life of wedded bliss to get her back on track.

I even took the blame for causing her to act that way because of my stance on no sex before marriage. With my parents, it was a bit more complicated. When they questioned why Lacey and I never seemed to be spending any time together, I just simply showed them some of what I had and then convinced them that Lacey and I had an agreement that until college was over, she could see whoever she liked and I won’t hold it against her.

They bought it because they wanted to because, to them, I was no longer their son but a means for my Dad to keep his high-paying job and for Mom to remain having the life she wanted.

I even had them believing that Lacey and I were seeing each other while we were away at school, and a few times, she even went away with one or more of her boy toys under the pretense that we were together.

I kept records of everything unbeknownst to her, and she was so dumb that each time she called or texted me about covering for her, she’d remind me that this was my idea, that I said it was okay for her to do this, and that I couldn’t go back on my promise.

I spent most of those times with Lily and her family, either at their home here or at one of their vacation homes around the world. The only drawback to the whole situation was that I couldn’t move forward with my relationship with Lily.

It felt wrong somehow to get intimate with her while I was still embroiled in this drama with her sister. She, on the other hand, just laughed it off but told me there was no rush because she was sure that when we did get together, it would be spectacular.

That chance came that summer when we went to Italy to intern at her grandfather’s company. I don’t know if it was the different scenery, which made no sense because we’d been to their home there before, but this time, it was just the two of us and the staff in attendance.

Whatever it was, I felt more relaxed, and by the end of that first week, I was about to lose my mind from wanting her. She belonged there, in the cobblestone streets of the Italian beachside, surrounded by that old-world charm.

Her beauty was somehow more pronounced in the setting, and I hadn’t noticed it the last time we were here with her family, but now that it was just us, with no distractions and no having to be on my best behavior to impress anyone, all I saw was her. And the more I saw, the more I wanted.

At night, we’d sit out in the garden drinking wine, which was legal there, just gazing up at the stars and planning for our future. I’d pick a flower each morning and place it in her hair, and it would still be there when we came home in the evenings.

We touched each other more, laughed more, and, in general, were just happy. We didn’t spend any time talking or even thinking about our lives back home, and I think that’s what made the segue easier to manage.

That day, when I woke up, I didn’t expect it to end the way it did. We were still sleeping in the same bed but hadn’t gone beyond heavy petting and some very steamy make-out sessions.

I’ll never forget that it was in Italy that I learned that I liked the taste of pussy. Or the fun we had teaching her how to suck my cock. But even then, we didn’t take things to the next step, not yet. I think we both just liked teasing the hell out of each other.

The buildup was also a plus. But that day, when I woke up and went to the office with her, it was just like any other day. It was on my lunch break that it happened. She’d had to stay back to finish something she was working on and encouraged me to head out to lunch without her.

Since I wasn’t in the mood to eat alone since I’d been eating with her since before we left the States, I decided to walk around the little seaside town and pick up something for her on the way back. That’s when I saw it in the window.

It wasn’t an engagement ring, though the pink stone was big enough, but my first thought was that it would make the perfect promise ring. I found it poetic justice that the first time I spent any of the money from my own investments was on her.

So far, my parents have been footing the bill as part of our deal. My Dad, especially, was very excited about my internship with the company, though he and Sinclair would’ve preferred that I stayed back there with them.

I’d had to play it off as if it were just a fluke that I just happened to get this internship, not once letting on that I’d spoken to old man Sinclair or that Lily had any part in me getting to know them.

I was still walking that tightrope between fact and fiction, but Lily and I had planned on telling her grandparents the truth when we got back, not about Lacey and that whole mess, but about the fact that my Dad already worked for their company.

We are going to play it as a coincidence and go from there. It was going to change things a bit because that barrier would be gone, but I don’t think there should be any issues outside of Lacey’s jealousy, where her sister is concerned.

Anyway, that day, I bought the ring, but I didn’t give it to her until after dinner that night. We were sitting in the garden as usual, and I just took her hand and slid the ring in place. “This is the first promise I’m going to make to you in our lives. I promise to always cherish you.”

The words weren’t much, but they moved her to tears, and before I knew it, she left her chair and crawled into my lap to pepper my face with kisses. It wasn’t the first time she’d done this, but that night, when she slipped her tongue past my lips, it felt… different somehow.

Still, I had no idea that we’d share our first time together that night. Until that point, I wasn’t even sure she was a virgin. It’s only when we took things inside, barely able to keep our hands off of each other, and stumbled up the stairs to bed after I undressed her slowly and with more care than I felt.

After I laid her back across the bed, before removing my own clothes and joining her there. After I’d eaten her out the way she liked while she sucked on my cock in the sixty-nine position we’d found when exploring each other, and after I was too hard to fit in her mouth and was dying to get inside her anyway.

It was when I slipped into her for the first time, my cock going deeper than my fingers or tongue ever had, that I felt the barrier deep inside her. “You’re a virgin.” She nodded her head with tears in her eyes, probably brought there by the reverence in my voice when I acknowledged her innocence.

I can’t quite describe the feeling or put it into words. There was love, possessiveness, and a whole host of other feelings that I couldn’t explain. All I know is that we became totally wrapped up in each other, lost to everything else but the here and now.

I started to pull out when I got close, but she stopped me with a hand on my hip. “It’s okay, I’m safe; I’m on the pill.” Cumming inside her was like nothing I’d ever known, but in the back of my mind was the thought that I couldn’t wait for the day when I could cum inside her without anything standing between my seed and her womb.

After that night, we never went without me having some part of me inside of her. It was a wonder we made it through our internships as hungry as we always were for each other.

But we soon found that the days spent waiting until we could be alone together were their own special kind of foreplay. We kept it together at work, but as soon as we got back to the mansion, we’d spend hours making love, sometimes not eating until very late into the night.

By the time the summer came to an end and we had to head back home, I was stressing about how I was going to go back to sleeping alone without her by my side each night. I needn’t have worried because she already had it figured out.