The Bodyguard

Chapter 36 - Meet the Parents (Part 2)

I finally manage to finish my painting and submit it only for me to realise it’s become a bit of a self portrait. It wasn’t meant to be, but I just couldn’t help it. Every decision made was one I could personally relate to. I’m happy with the finished product in spite of this though. I feel like a weight has been lifted now I’ve made my submission. That and I’ve met Gabriel’s parents.

The only hurdle left is the visit with my Mom. I don’t see my Dad all that often so it doesn’t bother me Gabriel meeting him, but despite our differences my Mom is still my Mom and as much as I don’t want to admit it, her opinion does matter to me.

We make arrangements to go and visit on Sunday, leaving early morning so we don’t need to stay over. I think that might be too much for me just yet. Gabriel says he doesn’t mind driving so he stays at mine Saturday night and we set the alarm for 6am in preparation for the 4 hour drive.

My alarm wakes me and my whole body is screaming at me to hit snooze and go back to sleep. Gabriel wakes up pretty quickly and runs upstairs to shower. I drag myself out of bed with a dramatic amount of effort, I’m really not a morning person. I grab my clothes and get them ready to put on and tie my hair up. I’ll do my hair and makeup in the car since I’ll only have to redo it if I fall asleep and the way I’m feeling right now that is a definite possibility.

Gabriel enters the bedroom less than 15 minutes later looking groomed to perfection. He’s wearing a white shirt and some grey trousers I haven’t seen before. He looks delicious, but I know we haven’t got time for that plus I have morning breath still so I slump up to the bathroom and turn on the shower.

When I’m finally dressed it’s 6:30am and we hit the road. Gabriel’s car is so comfortable but I’m too anxious to sleep.

Eventually we stop about half way for some breakfast. We both order the eggs and some coffee, eating quickly so we can get back on the road.

I feel refreshed after my caffeine hit so I decide to do my hair and makeup. I keep it simple but want to look good to show Mom how well I’m doing in this new relationship, I know she will partly base her judgement on that.

We arrive just after 11am and as we walk up the driveway to my childhood home I glance at Gabriel who seems to be handling this far better than me.

The door opens as we reach it so I didn’t have to agonize over whether or not to ring the doorbell.

My Mom’s face breaks into a huge smile as she sees us, she hugs me first before greeting Gabriel. He seems totally relaxed as he tells her how nice it is to meet her.

We drink juice while Mom interrogates Gabriel about his work and life. He handles each question perfectly and she seems impressed so far. She’s very relaxed around him and I’m glad she’s looking smart today with her perfectly styled blonde hair and fashionable clothes, I can only imagine how he's judging how I'll look when I'm older based on her appearance. She’s always looked good for her age and I’m hoping her genes have passed on to me.

My brother Peter arrives an hour later looking scruffy and skinny as usual. His dark brown hair looks too long and he has a tiny bit of stubble, which for him means he hasn’t shaved in weeks. He’s clearly not very good at looking after himself now he’s living on his own and I’m not surprised to see he’s brought a huge bag of washing with him too.

I offer to help Mom prepare the lunch while Peter talks to Gabriel about sports. I know Gabriel isn’t hugely into watching sports but has played enough that he can hold his own. I feel guilty about leaving Gabriel alone, but I want to get the verdict from Mom so I can relax.

I follow her into the small, light kitchen, which is far too small for this house. A woman who hardly ever cooks and has a talent for burning most things doesn’t look for a large kitchen when house hunting.

Thankfully, Mom doesn’t wait for me to ask.

“He’s gorgeous Kristen! So charming and very handsome, you did well. He could definitely provide for you and give you a good life. He seems mature and sure of himself and I strongly approve!”

Well that’s more than I was expecting.

“Yes, I really like him Mom and he’s already told me he’s in love with me. He treats me well and we’re quickly growing serious about each other.”

“Well a man like him won’t stay single for long, I’m surprised he hasn’t been snapped up before but that’s lucky for you. Just don’t do anything to mess it up.”

“Mess it up?” Why does she have such little faith in me.

“Yes, you can be very overly emotional and a bit dramatic sometimes. Men don’t like that Kristen so you’ll need to watch that if you want this to be a success.”

She has irritated me, but I don’t want to prove her right by getting angry even though I’m hurt by her comments. She always sees the worst in me and doesn’t hesitate to point it out.

“I’m letting him take the lead since I’ve only ever had one boyfriend. I think I’m doing fine so far don’t you?” I say sharply.

Why did I ask a question rather than making it a statement. Even though I meant it to be rhetorical I know she’ll still answer.

“I do darling, just keep it that way.”

Her answer is better than I was expecting so I don’t reply because I can’t without causing us to argue, instead I set the table in silence while she plates up ready made salad and a selection of foods.

Mom calls Peter and Gabriel to join us and we all sit to eat. Gabriel thanks her for the lovely meal even though anyone can see she’s put little to no effort into preparing it. He’s totally charming her and she blushes in delight at his compliment.

I’m happy he’s got her on side so easily, especially since I know how difficult she can be.

We spend the afternoon looking through old photos which Mom found in the attic. She’s got them out just to embarrass me, but it's clear Gabriel loves seeing the images of a tiny me at various stages of my childhood so I don’t mind. He tells me how beautiful I was even as a child and keeps his arm around my waist to reassure me at all times. He always seems to know what I need.

As evening approaches, we decide to leave so it won’t be too late when I get home. Mom makes Gabriel promise to come with me again when I have my next break from college and stay with her. He agrees, which makes her year.

She hugs us both and Peter mumbles his goodbye, we’re not that great at hugging as siblings. We’re close enough, but as adults it just feels weird.

We head outside to Gabriel’s car and as Peter sees it he whistles loudly, he mustn't have noticed it on the way in. He makes a comment I don’t hear and I glare at him, silently asking him not to embarrass me.

As we pull away from the house I ask Gabriel if he’s ok.

“I’m fine my love, your family are just as lovely as you are. I expected nothing less though.”

He always knows the right thing to say.

When we get back to mine he decides to stay the night, but since everyone is home and awake I’m nervous about my housemates hearing us if we have s*x on the bed. Gabriel decides this is the perfect opportunity for the lesson he’d mentioned last week. I don’t mind, it’s something I’ve been wanting to do.

He asks me to kneel in front of him so I do and watch as he unbuttons his trousers and removes them and his underwear. I can see he’s excited at the prospect of this whereas I’m mostly nervous.

“You ready beautiful?” He asks.

I nod not quite ready to say the words yet. He takes my hand a wraps it around him. He holds my hand and moves it up and down rubbing the tip with my thumb when it gets to the end.

“Open your mouth but cover your teeth with your lips.” He orders me.

I do as I’m asked and he enters my mouth. I take him as far back as I can, but it isn’t far so I continue moving my hand at the same time.

As I get used to the feeling, I’m able to take more of him and I use my tongue to lick his length, earning me a groan from his mouth.

“That feels amazing beautiful,” he encourages me, stroking my hair.

He takes my free hand and puts it underneath near his balls and just behind, encouraging me to stroke there while I continue my work.

This makes his head drop back, his mouth open and I hear him moan a low, “fuck.”

I’m taking him deeper, licking and stroking in a steady rhythm now and I can tell he’s enjoying every minute which makes me feel amazing since I’m a complete novice.

He starts to thrust into my mouth a bit, which excites me and encourages me to suck too, hollowing my cheeks. He seems to love this and grips the hair he’s holding, whispering how good I’m making him feel. He’s getting close now and I can taste him already in my mouth. He thrusts harder holding me in place and taking me by surprise, suddenly he takes over making me unable to do anything but try to breathe. He’s f*****g my mouth hard and tears are streaming down my face. I feel the back of my throat tighten as I gag and then almost choke as his release hits the same spot. I swallow, hoping that by clearing it I’ll have my airways free again but I’m spluttering and I can’t see through the tears.

Gabriel hands me a tissue and a bottle of water from his bag. I clean myself up and stop the choking with the water.

“Sorry beautiful, you were just so amazing that I got a bit carried away. Are you ok?”

I nod, still unable to speak. I was doing ok until the end and I am pleased I wasn’t awful at it. Maybe this is how it’s supposed to be?

Gabriel carries me to the bed telling me he’ll make it up to me and knowing him he most certainly will, though I'm sure I'll have a sore throat tomorrow.