Page 54 of Thanks for the Memories

I drop to my knees. My head is shoved where it belongs—centered with her pussy—and like the good boy I am, I bring her to not one, not two, but three orgasms. Gearing myself up for a fourth I suck gently on her clit, but she breaks the seal my mouth has on her, moving my head up so I can look at her.

“Your glasses are filthy.” She takes them off, quickly cleaning them with her shirt. I don’t have the heart to tell her that with the amount of mess her tears made on her shirt, she made the lenses dirtier. I simply say thank you as she slips them back into place.

I press my teeth gingerly to her thigh, peering up at her. “All done already? I can keep going.” Please, let me.

She motions for me to join her on the couch. “Unfortunately for you, you’re stuck with me, so you will have a lifetime of being able to make me come ahead of you.”

Corny—and slightly, okay, very embarrassing—as it is I can’t help but pump my fist in the air.

“Now, I want to do something I’ve waited decades to be able to do with you again.” She skips excitedly over to the TV console. I have no idea what she’s searching for until she claps, mumbles “Fuck yes” to herself, and comes back with two game controllers I’ve never seen before.

“What’s this?” I ask as she places one of the elongated white remotes in my hand.

“An artifact now. These were the thrift store score of the century.”

I stare at her blankly, still not sure why she pauses my eating session for this.

“Oh, sorry, I forgot these came out just after you left me.” She grins, mischievously.

“Disappeared courtesy of voluntary sacrifice,” I correct her, matching her grin. “For your well-being, might I add?”

She leans over, brushing her lips against my cheek. The kiss she plants on it quickly morphs into her dragging her tongue to my ear. She tugs my lobe with her teeth, kneading it with careful precision before she works her way to the shell of my ear. “I know, and I plan on showing you just how thankful I am for your sacrifice every day until we have none left. It’s because of your dedication the world won’t have to wonder what life would be like without my sarcastic ass.”

My lids fall closed, and I roll my head back. She takes advantage of my neck opening up to her by trailing kisses down it, sending heat down my spine. “You don’t have to thank me,” I say through a whimper.

“Yes, I do. But first, I want to kick your ass for old times’ sake.”

My eyes open, rather abruptly.

She leaves it at that and sits next to me on the couch. A few taps of the TV remote later, a welcome screen appears that reads Wii. Having no idea what a Wii is, she explains it was a new release from Nintendo that I missed out on with controllers that work with motion sensors. Apparently, there’s everything from fitness games, to dancing, to bowling, and even one of our favorite games to play together—that she always won—Mario Kart.

“What do you say? We play three rounds, and when I win, I do that thing you were hinting at wanting to try?”

Now she’s making me blush. “With the headphone wire?”

“Mhm.”

“Are you sure?”