“Thank you. This all looks great. I see you brought out the Tim Tams.”
“Yeah, what’s the story with that? You promised to show me. Something about sucking? Sounds interesting,” I say, raising my eyebrows.
“Anything that involves sex or sucking sounds interesting to you,” he replies.
“And your point? Come on, sit down and show me,” I tell him.
We sit down on the couch and he tears open the packet of Tim Tams, then looks around the table.
“We need some tea or a hot drink.”
I go to the kitchen and prepare us some hot chocolate, and when I’m done, return to the couch and sit down beside him. I place a mug down in front of him and take a sip of my own drink before placing it down on the table also.
“Okay, so you take one of these,” he starts, grabbing one of the cookies. “Then what you need to do is bite off one end, turn the cookie over, and this is the part that’s really important, you need to bite down on the opposite end of the cookie.”
I pick up the cookie and do exactly as he says, and when I’ve bitten both ends of the Tim Tam, I look at him, waiting for the next instruction. He lifts the mug of hot chocolate and holds it out in front of him.
“Now comes the fun part. You take the cookie and you dunk one end into the hot milk, then you suck on it––”
“Like I’m sucking your cock?” I offer.
“Or a straw,” he adds. “And you keep sucking until the cookie becomes soft and moist and then you toss it into your mouth, like this.”
Soft and moist? Jesus!
I watch as he demonstrates, and when his lips cover the edge of the cookie and he sucks on it, my cock twitches. All I can think about is imagining him on his knees performing that maneuver on my dick. When the cookie slips into his mouth, I repeat his actions and when I’m done, I swallow the cookie in one gulp, all the way down my throat.
“Holy shit, that’s delicious,” I tell him. “Where did you learn that trick?” I ask.
“It’s called the Tim Tam Slam. I saw it on theKelly Clarkson Show. Isla Fisher was her special guest and she showed her how to slam and dunk.”
“It’s a very cool trick,” I admit.
“It is,” he says, taking a seat on the couch.
I reach into my back pants pocket and pull out a folded piece of paper, then take a seat beside him.
“Have you chosen the movie?” he asks.
“I have. But I want to give you something first.”
“I thought we agreed, no gifts?”
“We did, and this isn’t a gift, well not really, anyway.”
“I don’t like it when you say things like that because it usually means the opposite.”
I frown but only because I know he makes a compelling argument. I hold out the piece of paper for him to take and he looks at it inquisitively. He’s hesitant, and his eyes shift from mine to the paper between my fingers, and when I give him areassuring smile, he pulls it from my grasp. He unfolds the paper and I watch as his eyes scan the contents of the document.
“What’s this?” he asks.
“It’s the title to your Jag. I paid out your lien. The car is all yours.”
His eyes widen and he stares at me from above the paper.
“You––you paid out my lien?”
I nod.
