Nef’s POV
Okay. Sasha and I had a rule. That rule stated that the night before a game we would not spend the night together. We had only broken that rule once before – that was the day that I met his parents. January was a busy month for the caps. Every month was a busy month but January more so. The condensed schedule seemed to come to a head in January and the boys didn’t have more than a night between games up until the Olympic break.
Well with every other night being either a game night or the night before a game our rule went out the window. The only good thing about January was that most of the games were at home. After they got back from Florida there were only 2 more away games for the rest of the month. I was grateful that the University of Maryland’s winter break was six weeks long and I didn’t have classes again until the end of January. Classes didn’t start again for me until Thursday January 28th.
I met Svetlana, Sasha’s older sister. I also met her husband and their two young children. I got to meet them before they went back to Russia. Svetlana or Lana as Sasha called her was a nice woman. She looked a lot like their dad. She and I actually got along. She spent a great deal of time telling me lots of wonderful stories about Sasha when he was younger.
The day before the Redwings game Sasha had taken his sister and I to lunch. We had hung out a few times and exchanged numbers.
”He’s always been all about hockey. I didn’t think that he would ever bring a girl home.”
”I’ve had girls before! It’s just that they weren’t worth bringing home. This one is a keeper.”
“Come on. It’s time for you to go home,” I said to him later that night.
“No, I stay with you.”
“No. You play the Redwings tomorrow. You need to sleep in your own bed.”
Sasha stuck out his bottom lip. He had taken to pouting whenever I told him no. “I sleep better with you.”
How could I say no to that? Argh! One of us had to be the responsible one. I turned to him and firmly told him that he needed to go home.
“I want spend time with you. When class start for you, you be busy then Olympics and I go to Vancouver. We not have time then so we have time now.”
He was right. There was a road trip right before the Olympic break. Sasha would be flying out of Columbus on February 14th and wouldn’t be back until potential March 1st. After practice on the 2nd they would be flying to Buffalo to play the Sabres on the 3rd. If January was busy, February would be impossible.
“Okay. You can stay.”
He kissed me and told me he would be right back.
“Where are you going?”
“Get bag from my car.”
He returned with a duffle bag that he had packed. It was mostly overnight things, sweats to sleep in, a tooth brush to leave here, a few pairs of clean underwear so that he could shower here if need be.
“I know we have rule but…I know you want spend time with me too.”
“So you thought that we could just forget about the rule? That you could stay over whenever you wanted?” Oh I wanted to wipe that smirk off his face. Arrogant little shit!
“Da.”
I cleaned out one of my dresser draws for him to put his things in. He stripped down to his boxer briefs and crawled into bed. Okay I’ll admit that sleeping next to Sasha was better than sleeping without him. I’ve always had weird sleeping habits. I don’t think I’ve ever slept through the night. It had been one of those things that had driven my parents crazy when I was an infant. When I slept next to Sasha it was different. I don’t know if it was the warmth of his skin, or the strong circle of his arms around me, or even the steady rhythm of his heart but I slept peacefully and heavily.
In the mornings I always woke before Sasha. That boy could sleep the day away. He’s not a morning person at all. I tried to slip from his arms without waking him but his arms tightened around me.
“Hmmm,” he groaned nuzzling his face into my neck, “no.”
“I have to get up.”
His long body stretched against me and he mumbled so weird mix of English and Russian. I tried to get up again but this time he pulled me underneath his body. There was no way that I could move his 208 pound ass off of me.
“No…too early.” He looked at the clock and saw that it was 6:45am.
“You can sleep but I need to shower before work.”
After a few moments he released me. I slipped from the bed and he snuggled deeper in to the blankets. I sat on the bed for a few minutes slowly trailing my fingers through his brown curls. His hair was getting long and he would need a hair cut soon. I tried to be as quiet as possible in getting ready so I wouldn’t disturb him. Before I left I reset the alarm clock to wake him with enough time to get to the morning skate.
Sasha’s POV
Morning skates are optional. Most of our practices were optional. There was a rule that we had to attend one of the two. Now that our schedule was so compressed Coach B tended to give us days off. On days when Nef had to work I went to practice. On days when Nef didn’t have to work I opted to skip practice and spend time with her or time with my family. My sister and her family would be leaving to go back to Russia this week. They’d been here for about 2 weeks. Lana and Nef had gotten along well. They had exchanged numbers and had been talking frequently.
After the morning skate a few of the guys came over to my house for a pregame meal that my mom and Aunt Tanya – yes, I call Ovie’s mom Aunt. I call his dad Uncle Mischa - had made. It was me, Ovie, Nicky, Mike, Eric, Flash, and Brooks.
“Sash, I almost thought you wouldn’t be here,” Eric said as we sat at the table eating.
“I live here.” Why wouldn’t I be here?
“Really? I thought you lived with Nef.”
“He don’t love us no more.” Flash put his face in his hands and pretended to cry.
Since I introduced Nef to the team they guys had taken to making me the victim of the locker room jokes. It got worse when I would spend time with her instead of hanging out with the guys when we were home.
“How you do this to me?!” Ovie asked, his face on the verge of tears. “I thought you love me. You leave me for her?”
Ovie placed his head on Nicky’s shoulder and pretended to sob. Brooks rushed to Ovie’s side and said “Shhh, it’s okay. I’ll take care of you!”
Why am I friends with these idiots again?
“Why?! Why?! Why?! How could you?” Flash
Mike was laughing hysterically. “I’d go for Nef over you any day.” He said to Ovie.
Ovie’s head shot up and he threw his dirty napkin at Mike’s face. Ovie walked around the table. I thought that he was going for Mike. Instead he wrapped his massive arms around me and squeezed.
“No! You can’t leave me! Don’t leave me!”
I hate my friends. I felt a hand reach into my pocket and I tried to get it. I couldn’t, Ovie arms were wrapped too tight. I looked up to see Brooks with my phone in his hand. He called Nef and I could hear her cheery voice say “Hi Kitten!”
“How could you take him from us?” Brooks shouted into the phone. “He’s ours. We need him!”
For a moment Nef was confused but then I heard her respond “But I need him too!”
“You’re just being selfish. You can’t have him all the time!”
“I don’t get him all the time! Only on non-game days.”
Nick took the phone from Brooks and started speaking in Swedish. I had no idea what he said. This was one of the few times when having a girlfriend that was fluent in 6 languages was a bad thing. Nick came over to hold the phone to Ovie’s ear. I struggled to break his hold but his arms tightened and it was harder to breathe.
I tried to listen for what they were talking about but Ovie didn’t say much. Nef’s voice had lowered and I couldn’t make out what she was saying. When Nick took the phone away he ended the call.
“What that about?” I asked when Ovie released me.
“Nothing.” Nicky was far too quick to answer. I knew he was lying.
After the meal the guys went to their respective homes for pregame naps.
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Monday, May 24, 2010
Chapter 25 – Focus on
Sasha’s POV
We were embarrassed by Tampa Bay. They beat us 7-4 and ended a 12 game win streak we had over them. We didn’t take the game seriously and as a result lost. We were caught not paying attention. The following game against the Panthers we won in the shootout. We were down 2 – 0 after the first but we fought back and won.
My dad picked me up from the airport when we made it back to DC. I hadn’t spoken to my mom much. She still refused to apologize and had gotten angry with my dad when he told her about the lunch we had with Nef.
”Our son has chosen to be with this girl. The least we can do is meet her BEFORE we judge her. How can you say she’s no good if you haven’t met her?” my dad argued.
I hated it when my parents fought. I hated that I was causing trouble between them. I was angry with my mother at her short sightedness. I just didn’t understand what was going on with her. It’s not like I told her I was bringing home a hooker or someone I knew they would be morally opposed to. Because of the three game road trip to Atlanta and Florida I wasn’t home to hear anymore arguments between my mom and dad.
I told my dad to stop arguing with mom. It was only causing trouble. He told me that he wouldn’t bring it up anymore.
After a while I decided that I just wasn’t going to worry about it. I would focus on hockey; the Olympics were about a month away. I would focus on my relationship with Nefertiti. Our time constraints meant that we had to put a little more effort into being together. We each wanted to make sure time spent together was meaningful.
It was really late when we pulled into the garage so I expected everyone to be sleeping. My mom was sitting up in the kitchen. I hugged her, told her I loved her, and then went to my room. She tried to talk to me but I said that I was tired and that I need to rest. I wasn’t quite ready to have a conversation with her. Maybe tomorrow once I’d had a good night’s sleep.
Nef’s POV
I could tell that Sasha was bothered by the exchange between his parents and I. Lately he had been subdued. I tried to focus on the fact that his dad was okay with getting to know me. I figured that we could win over his mother once she saw that I was trust worthy. She was only worried about her son. Any parent would be. I’m sure she wanted to protect him from the things that could hurt him. I just had to show her that I had no intention of hurting or using him.
I was sitting in the living room with Jesse talking when Steph came home. She and I hadn’t exactly been on speaking terms since before Christmas. I had been pissed with her not so much about her refusing to come and get me from the hospital when my purse was snatch but when that same night she decided to take my car to Delaware chasing after her boyfriend. She times she just didn’t think before she acted. I knew we needed to talk but I had been dragging my feet.
“Can we talk?” Steph asked.
“Yeah.” Jesse excused herself, leaving Steph and I alone to talk.
“I’m sorry about the whole car thing,” she said. “Terry and I were fighting when he left. I couldn’t just let him walk out.”
“Why didn’t you call me while you were in Delaware? Why didn’t you let me know what was going on?”
“I was so busy focusing on Terry that I didn’t think to call you. We spent the whole time fighting and arguing. I should have I know and for that I am sorry.”
“I needed you that night. I thought that I would be able to count on you but I was wrong.”
“Nef, come on. You know we’re best friends.” Really? Best Friends? Not so much anymore.
“I wouldn’t have done that to you.” Individually each act – not coming to get me at the hospital, taking my car to Delaware without my permission, and staying gone for almost three days without calling to tell me what was going on wasn’t enough to make me call to end our friendship but all three of these things together made me reconsider how close we really were.
I tried talking to her. I really did but she just didn’t get why I was upset. I don’t think she thought she’s done anything wrong. I got the feeling that she was apologizing because we were scheduled to go to court soon. I had every intention of not pressing charges – I just hadn’t told her that.
Later that night I watched the caps dominate the Thrashers. The following game against the Tampa Bay Lightening it looked like a completely different team had taken the ice. They were loose and sloppy. I didn’t watch the game against the Panthers because I was out with my dad helping him look for an anniversary gift for mom. Their anniversary is in March as well as my mom’s birthday so we were having a really big party with family and friends.
”So, how are things with you and Alex,” my dad asked.
”They’re going okay. His mom hates me,” I answered truthfully.
I explained to my dad what had happened...leaving out the part where she called me an American whore.
”How is he taking it?”
”He was upset. Now that his dad seems to be okay with it, it’s gotten better. At first he was just mad. I don’t think he expected to go that wrong.”
I couldn’t say that I was completely un-phased by everything that had happened but I tried my best not to let it bother me. Valeri had made the effort to meet me and get to know me before automatically assuming the worst about me. Tatiana wanted nothing to do with me. She didn’t want to know that I existed.
Focus on the good things – This was how my dad ended the conversation. I would. I’m going to focus on Sasha and our relationship. I’m going to focus on school and focus on work. I’m going to focus on everything that wasn’t Tatiana Semina.
We were embarrassed by Tampa Bay. They beat us 7-4 and ended a 12 game win streak we had over them. We didn’t take the game seriously and as a result lost. We were caught not paying attention. The following game against the Panthers we won in the shootout. We were down 2 – 0 after the first but we fought back and won.
My dad picked me up from the airport when we made it back to DC. I hadn’t spoken to my mom much. She still refused to apologize and had gotten angry with my dad when he told her about the lunch we had with Nef.
”Our son has chosen to be with this girl. The least we can do is meet her BEFORE we judge her. How can you say she’s no good if you haven’t met her?” my dad argued.
I hated it when my parents fought. I hated that I was causing trouble between them. I was angry with my mother at her short sightedness. I just didn’t understand what was going on with her. It’s not like I told her I was bringing home a hooker or someone I knew they would be morally opposed to. Because of the three game road trip to Atlanta and Florida I wasn’t home to hear anymore arguments between my mom and dad.
I told my dad to stop arguing with mom. It was only causing trouble. He told me that he wouldn’t bring it up anymore.
After a while I decided that I just wasn’t going to worry about it. I would focus on hockey; the Olympics were about a month away. I would focus on my relationship with Nefertiti. Our time constraints meant that we had to put a little more effort into being together. We each wanted to make sure time spent together was meaningful.
It was really late when we pulled into the garage so I expected everyone to be sleeping. My mom was sitting up in the kitchen. I hugged her, told her I loved her, and then went to my room. She tried to talk to me but I said that I was tired and that I need to rest. I wasn’t quite ready to have a conversation with her. Maybe tomorrow once I’d had a good night’s sleep.
Nef’s POV
I could tell that Sasha was bothered by the exchange between his parents and I. Lately he had been subdued. I tried to focus on the fact that his dad was okay with getting to know me. I figured that we could win over his mother once she saw that I was trust worthy. She was only worried about her son. Any parent would be. I’m sure she wanted to protect him from the things that could hurt him. I just had to show her that I had no intention of hurting or using him.
I was sitting in the living room with Jesse talking when Steph came home. She and I hadn’t exactly been on speaking terms since before Christmas. I had been pissed with her not so much about her refusing to come and get me from the hospital when my purse was snatch but when that same night she decided to take my car to Delaware chasing after her boyfriend. She times she just didn’t think before she acted. I knew we needed to talk but I had been dragging my feet.
“Can we talk?” Steph asked.
“Yeah.” Jesse excused herself, leaving Steph and I alone to talk.
“I’m sorry about the whole car thing,” she said. “Terry and I were fighting when he left. I couldn’t just let him walk out.”
“Why didn’t you call me while you were in Delaware? Why didn’t you let me know what was going on?”
“I was so busy focusing on Terry that I didn’t think to call you. We spent the whole time fighting and arguing. I should have I know and for that I am sorry.”
“I needed you that night. I thought that I would be able to count on you but I was wrong.”
“Nef, come on. You know we’re best friends.” Really? Best Friends? Not so much anymore.
“I wouldn’t have done that to you.” Individually each act – not coming to get me at the hospital, taking my car to Delaware without my permission, and staying gone for almost three days without calling to tell me what was going on wasn’t enough to make me call to end our friendship but all three of these things together made me reconsider how close we really were.
I tried talking to her. I really did but she just didn’t get why I was upset. I don’t think she thought she’s done anything wrong. I got the feeling that she was apologizing because we were scheduled to go to court soon. I had every intention of not pressing charges – I just hadn’t told her that.
Later that night I watched the caps dominate the Thrashers. The following game against the Tampa Bay Lightening it looked like a completely different team had taken the ice. They were loose and sloppy. I didn’t watch the game against the Panthers because I was out with my dad helping him look for an anniversary gift for mom. Their anniversary is in March as well as my mom’s birthday so we were having a really big party with family and friends.
”So, how are things with you and Alex,” my dad asked.
”They’re going okay. His mom hates me,” I answered truthfully.
I explained to my dad what had happened...leaving out the part where she called me an American whore.
”How is he taking it?”
”He was upset. Now that his dad seems to be okay with it, it’s gotten better. At first he was just mad. I don’t think he expected to go that wrong.”
I couldn’t say that I was completely un-phased by everything that had happened but I tried my best not to let it bother me. Valeri had made the effort to meet me and get to know me before automatically assuming the worst about me. Tatiana wanted nothing to do with me. She didn’t want to know that I existed.
Focus on the good things – This was how my dad ended the conversation. I would. I’m going to focus on Sasha and our relationship. I’m going to focus on school and focus on work. I’m going to focus on everything that wasn’t Tatiana Semina.
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Chapter 24 – Get to know you better
Nef’s POV
Somehow Sasha had convinced me to go to a late lunch with him and his dad. He told me that Valeri was really sorry and wanted to apologize in person. I was still annoyed at them but I knew that it meant a lot to Sasha. I didn’t want to make things difficult between him and his parents.
I met them at Kettler Iceplex at the end of practice. Instead of taking both of our cars we took my mustang leaving Sasha’s car at Kettler. I’m pretty sure he did that so I couldn’t storm off and leave if the conversation didn’t go well. I wouldn’t leave Sasha in the middle of DC with a way to get home. There was no way he’d be able to figure out how to take the metro back to Ballston where Kettler Iceplex was located, and even if he did he would probably be swarmed by fans.
”I apologize for what happened on Monday,” Valeri said once we were seated at Russia House. During the day Russia House was actually a pretty nice restaurant.
”Thank you,” I responded.
”I’d like to get to know you better. It seems that you mean a lot to my son. It’s not often that he brings someone home for us to meet.”
He asked the standard questions: how long we’ve known each other, how did we meet, how did we get together, and had Sasha met my parents yet.
”Sasha met my parents on my Christmas Eve. My mom likes him; she thinks he’s pretty much perfect. My dad…well I can’t say that he likes Sasha but he’s respectful of what makes me happy.”
”I am perfect...Your dad threatened to break both of my legs if I do anything to hurt you,” Sasha reminded me.
I looked at him and rolled my eye. Perfect my ass. Anyway, my daddy loves me. What did you expect? I warned Sasha that it would only happened after I got through with him, and there may not be much left after I’m done. Valeri laughed at our exchange. All things considered lunch with Valeri had gone well. He was definitely warming up to me. I could only hope that his opinion would influence his wife.
Sasha’s POV
After Nef dropped my father and I back off at my car I asked him what he thought of her. We were going to the mall for last minute gifts. This was the perfect time to get my dad’s opinion. I wanted to talk to him before he went a reported back to my mother.
”Well she’s certainly feisty. She seems like a good girl.”
”Do you like her?”
”I could. I’d like her to come around a little more.”
I told my dad that Nef came to just about every home game. The only ones she missed were the ones that conflicted with her evening class schedule. She was currently on winter break and didn’t have classes again until the end of January.
”She’s in school?” My dad asked me.
”Yes, graduate university. She’s studying Business and International Management.”
My dad was impressed. Nef’s life didn’t revolve around me and she made no moves to change that. She did however let me have my own place in it and in returned I allowed her to have her own place in mine. My dad spent the next hour asking every personal question he could think of. Why do parents think it’s necessary to know about their child’s sex life? It’s none of your business. Yes, Dad Nef and I are using each other for sex. We have lots of sexy sex.
Yes we’re being safe. I’m sure Nef doesn’t want to accidentally get pregnant. She’s not ready for children and neither am I. We’ve only been dating a few months. No, we definitely didn’t want any uh-ohs.
No, our relationship is not based on sex. We weren’t just lusting after each other. There was something else there. There was more than just physical attraction.
”What are you getting Svetlana for Christmas? My dad inquired. Svetlana is my older sister. She’s almost impossible to shop for.
”Jewelry.” I said plainly. You can’t go wrong with jewelry. I had gotten
Lana’s gift when I went to pick out Nef’s gift.
Lana wanted to meet Nef. I had talked to her about Nef a few times over the phone and once or twice when Lana called me I was with Nef. Sometime during January I would have to take Nef, Svetlana, and the kids out. Ivan and his sister Veronika wanted to meet Uncle Sanya’s new girlfriend.
My sister had to sit down with them and explain to them that calling someone an American whore was not nice. We’d always been so careful about what we said in front of the children. It was hard explaining to them that what their grandmother said was bad, especially when grandma refused to apologize for it.
I had not been prepared for mother to object this strongly. She’d never reacted this way to someone before. I’m 25; it’s safe to say that I’ve dated quite a few women. It never mattered to her before. I mean I had only brought a few of them home to meet my parents. I won’t say that she was happy but she was never outright rude or disrespectful. As a child if I had ever behaved the way she was I would have ended up with my butt blistered. My parents had raised me to always be respectful so I was shocked when they didn’t subscribe to their own principles.
Christmas morning for us was also game day so we got up a little earlier than normal. We were sitting around the tree in the living room opening gifts when my Dad handed a small box to me.
”Nefertiti asked me to give this to you.”
I was confused. Nef and I had already exchanged gifts. When could she have given the box to my dad? I was with them the entire time yesterday. I opened the box and found a set of gold cufflinks. They were in the design of the Washington Capitals Eagle logo (http://ep.yimg.com/ca/I/cufflinkspremier_2102_19167956).
I excused myself to call her. We didn’t talk for long; she said that she didn’t want to keep me from time with my family.
“It’s so hard to shop for you,” she said. “What do you get the person who does want or need much?”
“Now you know how I feel!” I joked with her.
We’d gone through this big thing about getting gifts for each other. We’d each said that gifts weren’t a big deal and that we would be happy with whatever we got. After a few dozen I don’t knows and whatever you get is fine we were both thoroughly frustrated.
Nef is not big on jewelry. She hardly wears it. She hates stuff that is big and obnoxious. I decided to go with go with something simple that she could throw on and wear with anything. She had gotten a watch for me – she said that she noticed that I rarely wear them. I didn’t own many watches. They were something that I’d never bother with before. For this gift she had gotten cuff links.
I saw her briefly before the game. Just long enough to steal a kiss for luck. In the stands I saw that she was sitting with her father. I acknowledged him and went about my warm up routine. We won the game 5-2 over Ottawa. After the media wrap up we flew down to Atlanta to face the Thrashers. It was Bruce’s birthday. There had been talk to giving him a shaving cream pie to the face but none of us were brave enough…or stupid enough to do it. Instead we gave him an 8-1 win. It seemed like during that game we could do no wrong.
Somehow Sasha had convinced me to go to a late lunch with him and his dad. He told me that Valeri was really sorry and wanted to apologize in person. I was still annoyed at them but I knew that it meant a lot to Sasha. I didn’t want to make things difficult between him and his parents.
I met them at Kettler Iceplex at the end of practice. Instead of taking both of our cars we took my mustang leaving Sasha’s car at Kettler. I’m pretty sure he did that so I couldn’t storm off and leave if the conversation didn’t go well. I wouldn’t leave Sasha in the middle of DC with a way to get home. There was no way he’d be able to figure out how to take the metro back to Ballston where Kettler Iceplex was located, and even if he did he would probably be swarmed by fans.
”I apologize for what happened on Monday,” Valeri said once we were seated at Russia House. During the day Russia House was actually a pretty nice restaurant.
”Thank you,” I responded.
”I’d like to get to know you better. It seems that you mean a lot to my son. It’s not often that he brings someone home for us to meet.”
He asked the standard questions: how long we’ve known each other, how did we meet, how did we get together, and had Sasha met my parents yet.
”Sasha met my parents on my Christmas Eve. My mom likes him; she thinks he’s pretty much perfect. My dad…well I can’t say that he likes Sasha but he’s respectful of what makes me happy.”
”I am perfect...Your dad threatened to break both of my legs if I do anything to hurt you,” Sasha reminded me.
I looked at him and rolled my eye. Perfect my ass. Anyway, my daddy loves me. What did you expect? I warned Sasha that it would only happened after I got through with him, and there may not be much left after I’m done. Valeri laughed at our exchange. All things considered lunch with Valeri had gone well. He was definitely warming up to me. I could only hope that his opinion would influence his wife.
Sasha’s POV
After Nef dropped my father and I back off at my car I asked him what he thought of her. We were going to the mall for last minute gifts. This was the perfect time to get my dad’s opinion. I wanted to talk to him before he went a reported back to my mother.
”Well she’s certainly feisty. She seems like a good girl.”
”Do you like her?”
”I could. I’d like her to come around a little more.”
I told my dad that Nef came to just about every home game. The only ones she missed were the ones that conflicted with her evening class schedule. She was currently on winter break and didn’t have classes again until the end of January.
”She’s in school?” My dad asked me.
”Yes, graduate university. She’s studying Business and International Management.”
My dad was impressed. Nef’s life didn’t revolve around me and she made no moves to change that. She did however let me have my own place in it and in returned I allowed her to have her own place in mine. My dad spent the next hour asking every personal question he could think of. Why do parents think it’s necessary to know about their child’s sex life? It’s none of your business. Yes, Dad Nef and I are using each other for sex. We have lots of sexy sex.
Yes we’re being safe. I’m sure Nef doesn’t want to accidentally get pregnant. She’s not ready for children and neither am I. We’ve only been dating a few months. No, we definitely didn’t want any uh-ohs.
No, our relationship is not based on sex. We weren’t just lusting after each other. There was something else there. There was more than just physical attraction.
”What are you getting Svetlana for Christmas? My dad inquired. Svetlana is my older sister. She’s almost impossible to shop for.
”Jewelry.” I said plainly. You can’t go wrong with jewelry. I had gotten
Lana’s gift when I went to pick out Nef’s gift.
Lana wanted to meet Nef. I had talked to her about Nef a few times over the phone and once or twice when Lana called me I was with Nef. Sometime during January I would have to take Nef, Svetlana, and the kids out. Ivan and his sister Veronika wanted to meet Uncle Sanya’s new girlfriend.
My sister had to sit down with them and explain to them that calling someone an American whore was not nice. We’d always been so careful about what we said in front of the children. It was hard explaining to them that what their grandmother said was bad, especially when grandma refused to apologize for it.
I had not been prepared for mother to object this strongly. She’d never reacted this way to someone before. I’m 25; it’s safe to say that I’ve dated quite a few women. It never mattered to her before. I mean I had only brought a few of them home to meet my parents. I won’t say that she was happy but she was never outright rude or disrespectful. As a child if I had ever behaved the way she was I would have ended up with my butt blistered. My parents had raised me to always be respectful so I was shocked when they didn’t subscribe to their own principles.
Christmas morning for us was also game day so we got up a little earlier than normal. We were sitting around the tree in the living room opening gifts when my Dad handed a small box to me.
”Nefertiti asked me to give this to you.”
I was confused. Nef and I had already exchanged gifts. When could she have given the box to my dad? I was with them the entire time yesterday. I opened the box and found a set of gold cufflinks. They were in the design of the Washington Capitals Eagle logo (http://ep.yimg.com/ca/I/cufflinkspremier_2102_19167956).
I excused myself to call her. We didn’t talk for long; she said that she didn’t want to keep me from time with my family.
“It’s so hard to shop for you,” she said. “What do you get the person who does want or need much?”
“Now you know how I feel!” I joked with her.
We’d gone through this big thing about getting gifts for each other. We’d each said that gifts weren’t a big deal and that we would be happy with whatever we got. After a few dozen I don’t knows and whatever you get is fine we were both thoroughly frustrated.
Nef is not big on jewelry. She hardly wears it. She hates stuff that is big and obnoxious. I decided to go with go with something simple that she could throw on and wear with anything. She had gotten a watch for me – she said that she noticed that I rarely wear them. I didn’t own many watches. They were something that I’d never bother with before. For this gift she had gotten cuff links.
I saw her briefly before the game. Just long enough to steal a kiss for luck. In the stands I saw that she was sitting with her father. I acknowledged him and went about my warm up routine. We won the game 5-2 over Ottawa. After the media wrap up we flew down to Atlanta to face the Thrashers. It was Bruce’s birthday. There had been talk to giving him a shaving cream pie to the face but none of us were brave enough…or stupid enough to do it. Instead we gave him an 8-1 win. It seemed like during that game we could do no wrong.
Monday, May 17, 2010
Chapter 23 – I don’t want to talk about it.
Sasha’s POV
I woke up early the next morning. Nef had to be at work by 8:30. I lay on her bed as she went about her morning routine.
“You still come to game tonight?”
She hesitated and I half way expected her to say no.
“Yes, I still have season tickets. Jesse and I will be there.”
I knew she wouldn’t want to sit with my family – even if Jesse had come with her. Instead of leaving and going home I left and went to practice. I was about an hour early for practice and there were very few people there. I decided to spend a half an hour in the video room going over some of the tape we watched at practice yesterday. I put on my equipment, stretched, and skated few laps around the rink to warm up. Bob Woods our defensive coach was there so we worked on a few things in the last half hour. When Coach Boudreau walked in he was surprised to see me there.
“You’re here early.”
“Da. I watch video for game tonight and work on some stuff with Coach Bob.”
At practice we worked on the penalty kill. We hadn’t been performing very well in that department and Bruce was less than pleased with us. The past few games had been rough. On December 28th Clarkie and Juice had been trade to Columbus and in return we’d gotten Jason Chimera in return. That night we played the Hurricanes and it was the first of a three game losing streak. Tonight we needed to snap the skid.
We’d been talking over the last few days about choosing a new captain. Coach B had talked to each of us one by one to help decide who would be Captain. After practice when we were all in the dressing room getting undressed Coach came in and announced that Ovie would be the new captain. We stood and applauded. He was the hardest working player among us and he was our leader on the ice.
“You’re parents called me this morning looking for you,” Ovie said to me.
“Yeah? I wasn’t at home last night.”
“At Nef’s place?”
I nodded yes as I walked into the showers.
“I take it introducing her to your mom didn’t go over to well.”
“That’s putting it politely. I was upstairs getting dress and when I get down stairs Nef’s leaving. She’d only been there for about 10 minutes. The words American whore were used. I got into an argument with my mom and dad so I left. I spent the night with Nef.”
“How’d she take it?”
“She was fine, I guess. She said ‘There is nothing to talk about. Your parents don’t like me. End of story.’ And that was the last thing she said about it.”
Ovie exhaled sharply. He liked Nef – a lot actually. They got along well. Ovie and I were like brothers and he was beginning to look at her like a younger sister. She was never afraid o put him in his place so to speak. She once said “I don’t care if you’re Alexander Ovechkin, Vladimir Putin, or Jesus reincarnated; stop being a selfish asshole.” Ovie could act like a spoiled child sometimes. Ever since then they had become close friends. Ovie is fiercely protective of the people he holds dear.
A few of the guys were going out for a pregame meal and I decided to go with them. When I arrived at home I went straight to my room for my pregame nap.
Nef’s POV
On the way to Verizon Center I told Jesse about what had happened with Sasha’s parents.
“Wow that sucks,” she said. “I can’t believe they said that without even talking to you.”
“She had such a nasty attitude. At least say ‘hi, how are you?’ before you call someone a gold digging whore.”
“What did Sasha say?”
“I didn’t tell him what his mom said; I just left. He followed me home and then apologized for it.”
“I saw that he was there last night but I didn’t want to bother the two of you.”
By the time we arrived at Verizon Center and got to our seats the boys were skating on to the ice for warm up. Sasha skated by and looked up at me. I waved and he nodded. I watched him go through his stretching routine and then go through a few shooting maneuvers. It had been six games since he last scored a goal and he’d only scored 1 in the last nine games.
They first period the caps dominated limiting the Canadiens to only three shots on goal. The guys had yet to break through Carey Price. During the intermission I sent Sasha a text telling him I had turned off Carey Price’s force field and jokingly told him to stop sucking. I didn’t expect him to get the message until after the game. While he was on the last West Coast trip I started to text him silly things at the end of every period. He would find them at the end of the games and they had cheered him up after a losing a game.
Sasha’s POV
During the first intermission Coach B was going over our game plan when my phone went off. I had forgotten to turn off the ringer. He glared at me as I hurriedly reach into my bag to turn it off. I pulled it out to shut it off only to have him walk up to me and hold out his hand.
“What is so important that you’re needed now?” He asked. Shit, he’s annoyed.
I handed over the phone apologizing. He looked at it and then looked back at me. Whoever had texted me had done so in Russian. I thought that he would give it back to me but instead he handed the phone to Ovie and said “Read it. Out loud. In English.” Damn it! I felt like I was back in school getting caught by a teacher misbehaving.
Ovie looked at my phone and smirked. This can’t be good.
“From Nef,” he said and I blushed. Shit! I’d forgotten that she texts me during the intermissions. “I turn off Carey Price’s force field. The shots should go in now. Hugs and Kisses, Nef. P.S. Stop sucking and score me a goal!”
The whole locker room started to laugh and I blushed a deeper shade of red. I snatched my phone from Ovie and threw it in my bag. When we skated back out for period two a few of the guys made it a point to skate by her section. A few of them waved and a few like Brooks made kissy lips at her. The second period exploded with goals. Flash, Ferhsie, and myself all scored goals while Montreal scored one.
During the second intermission Nef texted me saying “I like it! Now win it.” In the third Montreal managed to bring the deficit to one goal but I scored another goal and we won the game 4 – 2. Nef’s last text said “Great game! That’s the Sasha I want to see!”
After the game my family came down to the player’s lounge to wait for me. I had yet to actually say more than a few words to them. I wasn’t mad anymore. I was disappointed in them. The drive home was quiet. My parents congratulated me on a good game but didn’t push me to talk to them.
I was lying in bed talking to Nef when I heard a knock on my door. It was my dad. I said good night to Nef so that I could talk to him.
“Yeah Dad?”
He came in and sat at the foot of my bed.
“Sanya, I want to talk to you about yesterday.”
I said nothing so he continued.
“Your mother and I were wrong and for that I’m sorry.” He looked remorseful. Believe it or not my parents aren't jerks by nature.
“Why are you apologizing to me? You should be apologizing to Nefertiti.”
“Are you two okay after yesterday? You didn’t come home last night.”
“We’re fine. We order Chinese food and watched a movie. I wanted to spend time with her so I slept over.”
“You ate Chinese even though your mother cooked a good meal here?” Yes Dad; I ate Chinese food even though Mom cooked dinner. Yes, I know it was rude not to come home and have dinner with the family. No, I didn’t care if I was being rude.
“Yes. Nef wasn’t going to come back here. I wanted to be with her so we ordered Chinese food. With the Olympics next month my time with her is limited.”
“Is she cheering for you?” My dad was trying to steer the conversation away from yesterday. He was non-confrontational and tried to steer clear of uncomfortable topics.
“Nyet. She says “Country first.” She’s cheering for America. She wants America to win the gold and Russia can have the silver.”
My dad laughed. Russians are intensely nationalistic so my dad could respect anyone who cheered for their country with undaunted pride. No matter what the likelihood of them actually wining.
I agreed to see if I could talk Nef into having lunch with my Dad and I tomorrow afternoon. He wanted to apologize and actually meet her.
I woke up early the next morning. Nef had to be at work by 8:30. I lay on her bed as she went about her morning routine.
“You still come to game tonight?”
She hesitated and I half way expected her to say no.
“Yes, I still have season tickets. Jesse and I will be there.”
I knew she wouldn’t want to sit with my family – even if Jesse had come with her. Instead of leaving and going home I left and went to practice. I was about an hour early for practice and there were very few people there. I decided to spend a half an hour in the video room going over some of the tape we watched at practice yesterday. I put on my equipment, stretched, and skated few laps around the rink to warm up. Bob Woods our defensive coach was there so we worked on a few things in the last half hour. When Coach Boudreau walked in he was surprised to see me there.
“You’re here early.”
“Da. I watch video for game tonight and work on some stuff with Coach Bob.”
At practice we worked on the penalty kill. We hadn’t been performing very well in that department and Bruce was less than pleased with us. The past few games had been rough. On December 28th Clarkie and Juice had been trade to Columbus and in return we’d gotten Jason Chimera in return. That night we played the Hurricanes and it was the first of a three game losing streak. Tonight we needed to snap the skid.
We’d been talking over the last few days about choosing a new captain. Coach B had talked to each of us one by one to help decide who would be Captain. After practice when we were all in the dressing room getting undressed Coach came in and announced that Ovie would be the new captain. We stood and applauded. He was the hardest working player among us and he was our leader on the ice.
“You’re parents called me this morning looking for you,” Ovie said to me.
“Yeah? I wasn’t at home last night.”
“At Nef’s place?”
I nodded yes as I walked into the showers.
“I take it introducing her to your mom didn’t go over to well.”
“That’s putting it politely. I was upstairs getting dress and when I get down stairs Nef’s leaving. She’d only been there for about 10 minutes. The words American whore were used. I got into an argument with my mom and dad so I left. I spent the night with Nef.”
“How’d she take it?”
“She was fine, I guess. She said ‘There is nothing to talk about. Your parents don’t like me. End of story.’ And that was the last thing she said about it.”
Ovie exhaled sharply. He liked Nef – a lot actually. They got along well. Ovie and I were like brothers and he was beginning to look at her like a younger sister. She was never afraid o put him in his place so to speak. She once said “I don’t care if you’re Alexander Ovechkin, Vladimir Putin, or Jesus reincarnated; stop being a selfish asshole.” Ovie could act like a spoiled child sometimes. Ever since then they had become close friends. Ovie is fiercely protective of the people he holds dear.
A few of the guys were going out for a pregame meal and I decided to go with them. When I arrived at home I went straight to my room for my pregame nap.
Nef’s POV
On the way to Verizon Center I told Jesse about what had happened with Sasha’s parents.
“Wow that sucks,” she said. “I can’t believe they said that without even talking to you.”
“She had such a nasty attitude. At least say ‘hi, how are you?’ before you call someone a gold digging whore.”
“What did Sasha say?”
“I didn’t tell him what his mom said; I just left. He followed me home and then apologized for it.”
“I saw that he was there last night but I didn’t want to bother the two of you.”
By the time we arrived at Verizon Center and got to our seats the boys were skating on to the ice for warm up. Sasha skated by and looked up at me. I waved and he nodded. I watched him go through his stretching routine and then go through a few shooting maneuvers. It had been six games since he last scored a goal and he’d only scored 1 in the last nine games.
They first period the caps dominated limiting the Canadiens to only three shots on goal. The guys had yet to break through Carey Price. During the intermission I sent Sasha a text telling him I had turned off Carey Price’s force field and jokingly told him to stop sucking. I didn’t expect him to get the message until after the game. While he was on the last West Coast trip I started to text him silly things at the end of every period. He would find them at the end of the games and they had cheered him up after a losing a game.
Sasha’s POV
During the first intermission Coach B was going over our game plan when my phone went off. I had forgotten to turn off the ringer. He glared at me as I hurriedly reach into my bag to turn it off. I pulled it out to shut it off only to have him walk up to me and hold out his hand.
“What is so important that you’re needed now?” He asked. Shit, he’s annoyed.
I handed over the phone apologizing. He looked at it and then looked back at me. Whoever had texted me had done so in Russian. I thought that he would give it back to me but instead he handed the phone to Ovie and said “Read it. Out loud. In English.” Damn it! I felt like I was back in school getting caught by a teacher misbehaving.
Ovie looked at my phone and smirked. This can’t be good.
“From Nef,” he said and I blushed. Shit! I’d forgotten that she texts me during the intermissions. “I turn off Carey Price’s force field. The shots should go in now. Hugs and Kisses, Nef. P.S. Stop sucking and score me a goal!”
The whole locker room started to laugh and I blushed a deeper shade of red. I snatched my phone from Ovie and threw it in my bag. When we skated back out for period two a few of the guys made it a point to skate by her section. A few of them waved and a few like Brooks made kissy lips at her. The second period exploded with goals. Flash, Ferhsie, and myself all scored goals while Montreal scored one.
During the second intermission Nef texted me saying “I like it! Now win it.” In the third Montreal managed to bring the deficit to one goal but I scored another goal and we won the game 4 – 2. Nef’s last text said “Great game! That’s the Sasha I want to see!”
After the game my family came down to the player’s lounge to wait for me. I had yet to actually say more than a few words to them. I wasn’t mad anymore. I was disappointed in them. The drive home was quiet. My parents congratulated me on a good game but didn’t push me to talk to them.
I was lying in bed talking to Nef when I heard a knock on my door. It was my dad. I said good night to Nef so that I could talk to him.
“Yeah Dad?”
He came in and sat at the foot of my bed.
“Sanya, I want to talk to you about yesterday.”
I said nothing so he continued.
“Your mother and I were wrong and for that I’m sorry.” He looked remorseful. Believe it or not my parents aren't jerks by nature.
“Why are you apologizing to me? You should be apologizing to Nefertiti.”
“Are you two okay after yesterday? You didn’t come home last night.”
“We’re fine. We order Chinese food and watched a movie. I wanted to spend time with her so I slept over.”
“You ate Chinese even though your mother cooked a good meal here?” Yes Dad; I ate Chinese food even though Mom cooked dinner. Yes, I know it was rude not to come home and have dinner with the family. No, I didn’t care if I was being rude.
“Yes. Nef wasn’t going to come back here. I wanted to be with her so we ordered Chinese food. With the Olympics next month my time with her is limited.”
“Is she cheering for you?” My dad was trying to steer the conversation away from yesterday. He was non-confrontational and tried to steer clear of uncomfortable topics.
“Nyet. She says “Country first.” She’s cheering for America. She wants America to win the gold and Russia can have the silver.”
My dad laughed. Russians are intensely nationalistic so my dad could respect anyone who cheered for their country with undaunted pride. No matter what the likelihood of them actually wining.
I agreed to see if I could talk Nef into having lunch with my Dad and I tomorrow afternoon. He wanted to apologize and actually meet her.
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Chapter 22 – The Russians are coming! The Russians are coming!
Nef’s POV
New Year’s had been fun, even if I Sasha and I weren’t together. I had called him just before Midnight in DC. We were on the phone as I watched the ball drop at the party I attended. He did the same from California. It was 3 am my time but I was happy to talk to him.
The team flight landed the morning of the January 3rd. His family’s flight wasn’t scheduled to arrive until later that evening. We had planned for me to meet them over dinner on the 4th and we would all attend the game together on the 5th. I was just as nervous as I was when he met my family. I’d always loved the story of Romeo and Juliet but in real life having families that didn’t approve of who you were seeing made for a difficult life. This is especially true when you’re as close to your families as Sasha and I are.
“So tomorrow I have practice then after that my mom is making dinner.”
“What time should I be there?”
“6 is good. My sister is taking my niece and nephew to the National Zoo and they should be home around then.”
Monday was a slow day at my internship. It was busy as it was the first day back from holiday break but it seemed to drag on forever. I left the office at 4 to metro home to pick up my car. I never drive in DC during the week. Rush hour traffic is always a nightmare. I had exactly enough time to run into my apartment, grab my car keys, exchange my blouse for a white camisole, and heels for a pair of ballet flats. I had worn a black pencil skirt, a gray three-quarter sleeve blouse, gray and black cardigan, and black pumps to work. For dinner I would dress it down with a camisole and flats.
I sent Sasha a text to let him know that I was on my way. When I arrived Sasha was at the door to meet me. He was half dressed. He’d come downstairs barefoot and in sweat. He was wet so I assumed he had just gotten out of the shower.
“Sorry. I sleeping when you text.” He took my coat and told me to wait in the living room.
I sat down in the living room and he dashed back upstairs to get dressed. The living room was empty but I could hear people talking in the kitchen. I saw a little boy’s head pop and round the corner and then pop back. It was Ivan- Sasha’s nephew.
“Grandma! There is a girl in the living room,” I heard him say.
Tatiana (yes, Sasha’s mom and Ovie’s mom have the same name), is a short woman. She was about 5 foot 3 with short hair dyed black. She and her husband Valeri walked into the living room from the kitchen. Neither said anything to me. Valeri reminded me of a grandfather. He was older, with wrinkled skin around his face and neck and a big grandpa belly. His expression was pleasant; he smiled at me and nodded.
Tatiana however did not look thrilled to see me. Her face was set with harsh lines. In speaking with Sasha I knew that this woman was fiercely protective of her son. When he had been accepted to Trakor in Russian his mother had gone with him. The family could not afford a second apartment in another city so she had slept with him on cots in an empty supply closet until the family could move. She had sacrificed so much for her son.
She never said a word to me. Instead she turned around and walked back into the kitchen; her husband followed. Have you ever had the feeling that someone was judging you just by the look of you? Have you ever had the feeling that some didn’t like you just because you were different from them? Well I had the feeling right now; and it was strong.
“What is this!” Her shrill voice echoed loudly.
“A girl our son is dating.” Valeri’s voice was calm and warm.
“She’s not Russian.”
“No, she’s not. She looks like a nice girl.”
“No, this is not okay.” So the woman didn’t like me. Okay, cool. “What is Sanya thinking? Bringing home some strange girl.”
“They have been talking to each other for a few months now. I don’t think she’s a stranger.”
“A few months!?” Her voice grew louder. “She could be anyone or anything – an American whore after ours son’s money and fame.” Okay. Not Cool
”Let’s not go that far. Sanya said that she’s from a good family. Her father is a surgeon.”
“It doesn’t matter!”
She had just called me a gold digging whore. Really?! She hadn’t said a word to me but she was judging me. Wow. I expected for his parents not to warm up to me at first sight. I expected them to be cautious at first. I did not however expect this. I went to the closet to get my coat from where Sasha had stashed it. He was coming down the stairs as I unlocked the front door.
“Where you going?”
“Home.”
He looked confused.
“What? Why? You stay for dinner.”
“No, I’m leaving.”
By now his parents had made their way back to the living room. At the sound of his voice they walked to the foyer. His father saw my coat in my hands and grimaced. He looked at his parents and then back at me.
“What happened?” He reached for my coat to take it from my hands but I wouldn’t let him.
“Nothing,” I said blankly. It wouldn’t do well to react so I tried to keep my voice as blank as possible. I’m not upset I repeated in my head.
“What happened? Why are you leaving? You just got here.” He switched to Russian. He did that whenever he was confused.
“And now I’m leaving.”
I saw his mother face blanch from the corner of my eye. She’d assumed I didn’t speak Russian. Believe it or not people who aren’t Russian do actually speak Russian. I pulled open the front door and walked to my car. Sasha followed me, still trying to wrap his mind around what had happened while he was upstairs.
“What did they say to you?”
“Nothing worth repeating.”
I unlocked my car door and slide into the driver’s seat. “I’ll call you later.” I pulled off and headed home.
Sasha’s POV
What the hell just happened?! I had been gone for all of 10 minutes, just long enough to throw on some clothes.
“What happened?” I reached for my coat to take it from her hands but she wouldn’t let it go.
“Nothing,” She said blankly. Her voice was too level, almost as if it was devoid of thought and emotion. She only did that when she was upset and didn’t want anyone to know.
“What happened? Why are you leaving? You just got here.” I switched to Russian. I was really confused and didn’t understand what happened to make her leave 10 minutes after getting here.
“And now I’m leaving.”
I followed her outside to her car trying to get her to tell me what had happened.
“What did they say to you?”
“Nothing worth repeating.”
She slide into her car and said “I’ll call you later.” With that she pulled out of the driveway and headed home.
I walked back into the house – my parents were still standing in the foyer.
“What happened?” I asked.
My father looked embarrassed and apologetic but neither of them said anything.
“What did you say to her?” I was annoyed at their silence. Clearly something had gone wrong while I was upstairs.
“I didn’t know she spoke Russian.” My mother.
“What did you say?” Just answer the question.
“We were just being cautious,” My father said. He was trying to smooth over the situation. “You’ve only known her a little while.”
“Why are you dancing around the question? Just tell me. What could you have said that was bad enough to make her leave?”
Silence. I called Nef but she didn’t answer her phone. I ran upstairs to grab my car keys off my dresser and a jacket before going to the garage.
“Where are you going?” My mother asked as I walked through the kitchen. The door to the garage was in the kitchen.
“To Nef’s place. Since you won’t tell me what happened I’ll find out from her.”
“Uncle Sanya,” Ivan called. “What’s an American whore?”
I stopped dead in my tracks. I turned to him. Ivan is 5. He shouldn’t know those words. He was sitting on a stool at the island counter in the kitchen. It looked like he’d been helping my mother with preparations for dinner. I looked at my mother in disbelief. She refused to meet my eyes.
“What did you say to her?” Now I was angry.
“I didn’t say anything to her! I was talking to your father.”
“About her! Which she overheard!”
I’m not going to have this argument right now. I’m too angry. I walked into the garage and mother followed.
“When will you be back?”
“I don’t know.”
As soon as the garage door was open I peeled out onto the main road; probably driving faster than I should have been. I made it to Nef’s place in half the time that it should have taken me. I called her again and this time she answered the phone.
“Hello?”
“Come open the door.”
“What? You’re here?”
“Yes, now come open the door.”
I heard the buzzer sound and I went inside the building. I went to her apartment door and it was open. Stephanie was sitting in the living room watching TV so I went to Nef’s bedroom. The door was open and she was lying on her bed watching television.
“Why aren’t you at home having dinner with your family?”
“What they say to you?”
“Nothing. Your mom and dad didn’t actually speak to me. They were talking to themselves.”
“Tell me what they say.”
She exhaled sharply and said nothing. Her eyes focused on the television and she said nothing. I took off my jacket and kicked off my shoes. I crawled into the bed beside her and took the remote from her hands turning off the television.
“Talk to me.”
She looked at me and said “There is nothing to talk about. Your parents don’t like me. End of story.” She took the remote and turned the TV back on.
“I’m sorry,” I said.
She told me that I didn’t have anything to apologize for. I decided to stay with her for a while. We ordered Chinese food and watched a really bad Lifetime movie. At around 9:30 pm my phone rang. It was someone calling from my house. I hit the ignore button.
“You should answer that.”
“No, not right now.” I was here to spend time with her and if I spoke with my parents right now we would get into an argument.
At 11 Nef told me that she was tired and wanted to go to sleep.
“I stay with you tonight.”
“Not the night before a game. We have a rule.” She frowned.
I shrugged my shoulders and began to undress. Once I was down to my briefs I crawled back into bed beside her.
“You should really go home. Your family will be worried.”
“Is fine. They know I come your place. I not want to be home with them right now. I want be with you.”
She stared at me for a moment, almost as if she was trying to figure out what I was thinking.
“I miss you,” I said. “I want spend time with you.”
“I missed you too.” She snuggled down beside me, resting her head underneath my chin.
I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her until there was no space between us.
New Year’s had been fun, even if I Sasha and I weren’t together. I had called him just before Midnight in DC. We were on the phone as I watched the ball drop at the party I attended. He did the same from California. It was 3 am my time but I was happy to talk to him.
The team flight landed the morning of the January 3rd. His family’s flight wasn’t scheduled to arrive until later that evening. We had planned for me to meet them over dinner on the 4th and we would all attend the game together on the 5th. I was just as nervous as I was when he met my family. I’d always loved the story of Romeo and Juliet but in real life having families that didn’t approve of who you were seeing made for a difficult life. This is especially true when you’re as close to your families as Sasha and I are.
“So tomorrow I have practice then after that my mom is making dinner.”
“What time should I be there?”
“6 is good. My sister is taking my niece and nephew to the National Zoo and they should be home around then.”
Monday was a slow day at my internship. It was busy as it was the first day back from holiday break but it seemed to drag on forever. I left the office at 4 to metro home to pick up my car. I never drive in DC during the week. Rush hour traffic is always a nightmare. I had exactly enough time to run into my apartment, grab my car keys, exchange my blouse for a white camisole, and heels for a pair of ballet flats. I had worn a black pencil skirt, a gray three-quarter sleeve blouse, gray and black cardigan, and black pumps to work. For dinner I would dress it down with a camisole and flats.
I sent Sasha a text to let him know that I was on my way. When I arrived Sasha was at the door to meet me. He was half dressed. He’d come downstairs barefoot and in sweat. He was wet so I assumed he had just gotten out of the shower.
“Sorry. I sleeping when you text.” He took my coat and told me to wait in the living room.
I sat down in the living room and he dashed back upstairs to get dressed. The living room was empty but I could hear people talking in the kitchen. I saw a little boy’s head pop and round the corner and then pop back. It was Ivan- Sasha’s nephew.
“Grandma! There is a girl in the living room,” I heard him say.
Tatiana (yes, Sasha’s mom and Ovie’s mom have the same name), is a short woman. She was about 5 foot 3 with short hair dyed black. She and her husband Valeri walked into the living room from the kitchen. Neither said anything to me. Valeri reminded me of a grandfather. He was older, with wrinkled skin around his face and neck and a big grandpa belly. His expression was pleasant; he smiled at me and nodded.
Tatiana however did not look thrilled to see me. Her face was set with harsh lines. In speaking with Sasha I knew that this woman was fiercely protective of her son. When he had been accepted to Trakor in Russian his mother had gone with him. The family could not afford a second apartment in another city so she had slept with him on cots in an empty supply closet until the family could move. She had sacrificed so much for her son.
She never said a word to me. Instead she turned around and walked back into the kitchen; her husband followed. Have you ever had the feeling that someone was judging you just by the look of you? Have you ever had the feeling that some didn’t like you just because you were different from them? Well I had the feeling right now; and it was strong.
“What is this!” Her shrill voice echoed loudly.
“A girl our son is dating.” Valeri’s voice was calm and warm.
“She’s not Russian.”
“No, she’s not. She looks like a nice girl.”
“No, this is not okay.” So the woman didn’t like me. Okay, cool. “What is Sanya thinking? Bringing home some strange girl.”
“They have been talking to each other for a few months now. I don’t think she’s a stranger.”
“A few months!?” Her voice grew louder. “She could be anyone or anything – an American whore after ours son’s money and fame.” Okay. Not Cool
”Let’s not go that far. Sanya said that she’s from a good family. Her father is a surgeon.”
“It doesn’t matter!”
She had just called me a gold digging whore. Really?! She hadn’t said a word to me but she was judging me. Wow. I expected for his parents not to warm up to me at first sight. I expected them to be cautious at first. I did not however expect this. I went to the closet to get my coat from where Sasha had stashed it. He was coming down the stairs as I unlocked the front door.
“Where you going?”
“Home.”
He looked confused.
“What? Why? You stay for dinner.”
“No, I’m leaving.”
By now his parents had made their way back to the living room. At the sound of his voice they walked to the foyer. His father saw my coat in my hands and grimaced. He looked at his parents and then back at me.
“What happened?” He reached for my coat to take it from my hands but I wouldn’t let him.
“Nothing,” I said blankly. It wouldn’t do well to react so I tried to keep my voice as blank as possible. I’m not upset I repeated in my head.
“What happened? Why are you leaving? You just got here.” He switched to Russian. He did that whenever he was confused.
“And now I’m leaving.”
I saw his mother face blanch from the corner of my eye. She’d assumed I didn’t speak Russian. Believe it or not people who aren’t Russian do actually speak Russian. I pulled open the front door and walked to my car. Sasha followed me, still trying to wrap his mind around what had happened while he was upstairs.
“What did they say to you?”
“Nothing worth repeating.”
I unlocked my car door and slide into the driver’s seat. “I’ll call you later.” I pulled off and headed home.
Sasha’s POV
What the hell just happened?! I had been gone for all of 10 minutes, just long enough to throw on some clothes.
“What happened?” I reached for my coat to take it from her hands but she wouldn’t let it go.
“Nothing,” She said blankly. Her voice was too level, almost as if it was devoid of thought and emotion. She only did that when she was upset and didn’t want anyone to know.
“What happened? Why are you leaving? You just got here.” I switched to Russian. I was really confused and didn’t understand what happened to make her leave 10 minutes after getting here.
“And now I’m leaving.”
I followed her outside to her car trying to get her to tell me what had happened.
“What did they say to you?”
“Nothing worth repeating.”
She slide into her car and said “I’ll call you later.” With that she pulled out of the driveway and headed home.
I walked back into the house – my parents were still standing in the foyer.
“What happened?” I asked.
My father looked embarrassed and apologetic but neither of them said anything.
“What did you say to her?” I was annoyed at their silence. Clearly something had gone wrong while I was upstairs.
“I didn’t know she spoke Russian.” My mother.
“What did you say?” Just answer the question.
“We were just being cautious,” My father said. He was trying to smooth over the situation. “You’ve only known her a little while.”
“Why are you dancing around the question? Just tell me. What could you have said that was bad enough to make her leave?”
Silence. I called Nef but she didn’t answer her phone. I ran upstairs to grab my car keys off my dresser and a jacket before going to the garage.
“Where are you going?” My mother asked as I walked through the kitchen. The door to the garage was in the kitchen.
“To Nef’s place. Since you won’t tell me what happened I’ll find out from her.”
“Uncle Sanya,” Ivan called. “What’s an American whore?”
I stopped dead in my tracks. I turned to him. Ivan is 5. He shouldn’t know those words. He was sitting on a stool at the island counter in the kitchen. It looked like he’d been helping my mother with preparations for dinner. I looked at my mother in disbelief. She refused to meet my eyes.
“What did you say to her?” Now I was angry.
“I didn’t say anything to her! I was talking to your father.”
“About her! Which she overheard!”
I’m not going to have this argument right now. I’m too angry. I walked into the garage and mother followed.
“When will you be back?”
“I don’t know.”
As soon as the garage door was open I peeled out onto the main road; probably driving faster than I should have been. I made it to Nef’s place in half the time that it should have taken me. I called her again and this time she answered the phone.
“Hello?”
“Come open the door.”
“What? You’re here?”
“Yes, now come open the door.”
I heard the buzzer sound and I went inside the building. I went to her apartment door and it was open. Stephanie was sitting in the living room watching TV so I went to Nef’s bedroom. The door was open and she was lying on her bed watching television.
“Why aren’t you at home having dinner with your family?”
“What they say to you?”
“Nothing. Your mom and dad didn’t actually speak to me. They were talking to themselves.”
“Tell me what they say.”
She exhaled sharply and said nothing. Her eyes focused on the television and she said nothing. I took off my jacket and kicked off my shoes. I crawled into the bed beside her and took the remote from her hands turning off the television.
“Talk to me.”
She looked at me and said “There is nothing to talk about. Your parents don’t like me. End of story.” She took the remote and turned the TV back on.
“I’m sorry,” I said.
She told me that I didn’t have anything to apologize for. I decided to stay with her for a while. We ordered Chinese food and watched a really bad Lifetime movie. At around 9:30 pm my phone rang. It was someone calling from my house. I hit the ignore button.
“You should answer that.”
“No, not right now.” I was here to spend time with her and if I spoke with my parents right now we would get into an argument.
At 11 Nef told me that she was tired and wanted to go to sleep.
“I stay with you tonight.”
“Not the night before a game. We have a rule.” She frowned.
I shrugged my shoulders and began to undress. Once I was down to my briefs I crawled back into bed beside her.
“You should really go home. Your family will be worried.”
“Is fine. They know I come your place. I not want to be home with them right now. I want be with you.”
She stared at me for a moment, almost as if she was trying to figure out what I was thinking.
“I miss you,” I said. “I want spend time with you.”
“I missed you too.” She snuggled down beside me, resting her head underneath my chin.
I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her until there was no space between us.
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Chapter 21 – Ya skhazshu po tebe s uma
NOTES: bold text indicates text messages. Italics indicates Russian Language. Bold and italics will denote Arabic.
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Nef’s POV
Dinner had been a success. My mother loved him and my father tolerated him. My family is insanely close and the thought of them not liking or getting along with Sasha had made me nervous. It’s hard to explain why it worried me so much. I had spent the two days leading up to Christmas Eve in nearly a panic.
“What is the big deal?” Jesse wanted to know. “If your family doesn’t like him at first then so what?”
“You don’t understand how many family works. Relationships don’t happen without family approval.”
As modern and assimilated to Westernized life and values as my family was there were still some very much old world traditions that were up held. My grandparents’ marriage had been arranged by their parents, and while my parents’ marriage wasn’t exactly arranged they were definitely guided/pushed in the “right” direction.
“I like him,” my mom said. “He’s a sweet boy.”
“Can he get me Ovechkin’s autograph?” Set wanted to meet and get an autograph from Ovie. Khai had already gotten Sasha to sign his jersey. At least I knew where my brothers stood.
“We have an understanding,” Immy said, “but he seems like a nice guy. I have no objections.”
“Well he invited everyone to the game against the Devils on Saturday.”
Christmas morning was uneventful, breakfast, presents, and family time. Sometime during dinner last night Sasha had given Im another present for me. It was a pair of earrings to match the necklace he’d given to me last night.
“He does certainly know how to choose nice jewelry.” I showed my mom the necklace to match the earrings.
We were in the family room lounging around in pajamas watching television. We had just gotten off the phone with my grandparents. My phone alerted me to an incoming text message.
You drive me crazy, it said. It was from Sasha. I dreamt of you last night.
A good dream or a bad dream?
Good. Always good when I dream of you.
Since our nothing fight Sasha had been more vocal about his felling and what he was thinking. I still hadn’t gotten exactly what had caused him to go off on a tiff. I knew that he was annoyed that I hadn’t called him back that night but I had been a little busy. He said that he was worried about two girls going out at night but I’d done it before and never had a problem. Jesse and I weren’t alone. We’d gone with a group of friends and the only time I was actually alone was when I went to call a cab to go home. I told him that I really didn’t understand why he reacted so strongly.
He was embarrassed at his behavior and didn’t really try to rationalize it. He was even more so embarrassed at flipping out when he found my brother in my bed. Before we’d started dating I told him that I wasn’t the type of person to go for random hook ups. I wasn’t about to be another girl he could say he slept with. He’d told me that he wanted more from me. He wanted more than just sex. He wanted someone he could connect with, someone he could share things with, someone he could hold dear. I know it sounds really really cheesy but Sasha is a romantic at heart. He was that charming gentleman that walked right out of one of those romance novels my mom read.
After Immy left and Sasha and I were alone I told him that he wasn’t allowed to freak out like that again. If he was thinking of feeling something then he needed to tell me. No more tiffs, no more passive aggression. If you’re mad, say it. If you’re happy, say it. If you miss me, say it. Sasha was needy but he wasn’t very vocal about it. There were things and behaviors that he wanted from me but he didn’t always tell me. I told him that I didn’t want to have anymore nothing fights.
“Why are you smiling so hard?” Khai asked. I hadn’t realized that I had let what I was thinking show on my face.
“Nothing, just thinking.”
“About Sasha? Oh I love you! I wanna be with you! Kissy kissy kissy.” I punched Khai in the arm. I did not act like that. Stupid 16 year old pain in the ass younger brother.
“You wait until you bring a girl home. Payback is a bitch.”
“Language,” My mom admonished. She didn’t like swearing.
“Sorry Ommy.”
You tell your parents you come stay with me after game?
No, not yet. I’ll tell them tomorrow before the game. Don’t want to give dad time to hunt you down before the game. :)
Not funny. Your dad is scary man. He tell me he break my legs if I hurt you. :(
I’ll protect you my Sashka. I won’t let the boogey man get you.
I had given my tickets to Saturday’s game to Jesse and her mom so that I could be with my family in the box. I had taken Set downstairs to the hall where the guys were playing soccer so that he could meet Ovie. I had made sure to wear the gifts Sasha had gotten me as he told me that the watch I’d bought for him would be his game day watch.
While Ovie talked to and autographed Set’s jersey I had a few minutes alone with Sasha.
“A kiss for luck?”
“You guys better win tonight.” The last time they played the Devils Sasha had not played well and the caps ended up losing the game. It was an away game but I still had to deal with his moodiness after a loss. Coach Bruce had ripped into him after that game.
The caps won the game 4 to 1. Sasha played an okay game, better than when he played the Devils the last time but nowhere near where it should have been. After my family left I waited downstairs in the lounge near the dressing room. Sasha very rarely spoke to the media after a game so it didn’t take him long to get showered and changed. I followed him in my car to his house in Arlington.
I was in his room changing out of my jersey and jeans when I felt him come up behind me. He lifted me up into his arms and then launched me onto his king sized bed. I felt him come down on top of me. Wrapping my arms around his neck I inhaled deeply. I loved his scent. It was warm and thick. It made me feel comfortable, happy, like everything was as it should be.
“That tickles,” my face was pressed in the crook of his neck and I batted my eyelashes against his skin. Butterfly kisses I called them.
“Nef,” his voice was soft, “there something I want try with you.”
“What is it?”
His face was flushed red and I could see that he was suddenly nervous. I watched his eye shift from my face to my throat. If he wouldn’t know by now that he had no reason to be embarrassed about anything around me then we had some work to do. I wanted to know what could cause hind to be embarrassed.
“You remember Monday when you…Well I want to try something different.”
“When I spanked you?” Different, how? Spanking is pretty straight forward. Step one: lift hand. Step two: bring down on bare skin. Step three: watch his beautiful skin turn red and listen to all the wonderful sounds. Step four: repeat.
“Yes. Well I want…you to…when you had me on my stomach holding on to the headboard…I want you to…” he stopped. It looked like he was too mortified to continue.
“You want me to what? Do it again?” Spit it out already.
He reached under the bed and pulled out a blindfold. “I want you to use this.” He pushed it into my hands.
“Get up and take off your clothes.”
He stood by the side of the bed and removed his clothing.
“Kneel down.”
He dropped to his knees and I tied the blind fold over his eyes, with the knot on the side of his head. When we played like this Sasha was almost a different person. He was obedient and eager to please. I could tell that this was going to be one of the times when he let me take control of our love making.
“Up and on the bed.”
I helped him to lie down on the bed. He was relaxed. The tension that had been in his body when he asked me to blindfold him was gone. I removed my remaining clothing before joining him on the bed.
“Tell me what you want Sasha.”
“I want you to touch me.”
Sitting beside his prone body I trailed my fingertips across his lips. When he moved to kiss them I pulled them away tracking a path from his lips down his chin to his chest.
“May I touch you?” I granted his request. I loved the feel of his hands on my skin.
He sat up to touch me, starting with my face. His fingertips traced over my eyes, my nose, and my lips before moving to my ears and down my neck. Soon he was touching every inch of my skin. Pushing me down on the bed his mouth and tongue joined in. He focused on the areas of my body that were most sensitive: my neck, my nipples, and my clit. Oh God, when had his tongue become so talented. He thrust it in and out of my wet core. When he latched on to my clit I couldn’t help by moan wantonly. He pushed two fingers inside of me and slowly pumped them. He moved slowly, teasingly; working my body into a frenzy.
“Harder,” I pleaded, grabbing the back of his head and pushing his mouth closer to me.
I heard him chuckle. His movements stayed slow and deliberate. It seemed like an eternity before I was close to cumming. Because he couldn’t see me he seemed to work harder focusing on the sounds I made to clue him into what I like. Without the visual cues that my body gave to him when I felt pleasure he had no choice by to pay attention to the sounds and movements of my body.
“Sasha, please…harder.” I was sweating and my body trembled. It was close. Yes, just a little more and I would release.
Slowly he edged me closer and closer to orgasm. I thrust my hips upward to meet his tongue. I was panting, a breath away from an intense, mind shattering orgasm. My back arched and I grabbed the bedspread, searching for something to hold onto as I squirmed mindlessly on the bed. Yes! Yes! Sasha, yes!
And then he stopped. His tongue and fingers stilled. My breath was ragged. I could hear my heart hammering in my ears. No! Don’t stop. Please don’t stop. He licked my lower lips much like a cat lapping at a bowl of cream. I looked down and I could see him smiling. Bastard! I reached down to thrust my own fingers into me but he pushed my hand away.
“No. You not do that.”
“I want to cum.”
“Only if you good girl.” The words I had often teased him with were being thrown right back at me. Sneaky little shit.
He pushed against my thighs, spreading them wider. Three more times his lips and fingers brought me to the brink of an orgasm only to back away. I screamed at him. I threatened him with retribution if he didn’t make me cum soon.
“Only with me inside you.”
I reached for the nightstand draw where I knew he kept a box of condom taking one and tearing the foil packet open. I quickly rolled it onto his shaft and guided him to my entrance. He thrust into the hilt in one fluid stroke. He started to piston in and out of me. When he leaned down to kiss me I could taste my own essence on his tongue. It only seemed to heighten the fury of lust and pleasure between us.
His thrusting ignited the pool of molten pleasure that had form inside me. I couldn’t help but scream as wave after wave of raw pleasure poured over me. I felt him bite my shoulder as his release followed mine. He pulled off the blindfold and looked down at me.
“Good girl.” If I had the strength I would have whacked him over the head but for right now I couldn’t move.
He slowly pulled out of me to discard the used condom and I winced. I would be sore later but it was well worth it.
“Am I forgiven,” he asked cuddling up beside me.
“Nope, it’s gonna take more than pretty jewelry and a good lay for you to earn my forgiveness.” I wasn’t really upset with Sasha but I did enjoy making fun of him.
He fingered the necklace that I still wore, “Bully.”
I smiled at him before resting my head on his chest. I was suddenly very tired.
“Good night Sashka.”
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Nef’s POV
Dinner had been a success. My mother loved him and my father tolerated him. My family is insanely close and the thought of them not liking or getting along with Sasha had made me nervous. It’s hard to explain why it worried me so much. I had spent the two days leading up to Christmas Eve in nearly a panic.
“What is the big deal?” Jesse wanted to know. “If your family doesn’t like him at first then so what?”
“You don’t understand how many family works. Relationships don’t happen without family approval.”
As modern and assimilated to Westernized life and values as my family was there were still some very much old world traditions that were up held. My grandparents’ marriage had been arranged by their parents, and while my parents’ marriage wasn’t exactly arranged they were definitely guided/pushed in the “right” direction.
“I like him,” my mom said. “He’s a sweet boy.”
“Can he get me Ovechkin’s autograph?” Set wanted to meet and get an autograph from Ovie. Khai had already gotten Sasha to sign his jersey. At least I knew where my brothers stood.
“We have an understanding,” Immy said, “but he seems like a nice guy. I have no objections.”
“Well he invited everyone to the game against the Devils on Saturday.”
Christmas morning was uneventful, breakfast, presents, and family time. Sometime during dinner last night Sasha had given Im another present for me. It was a pair of earrings to match the necklace he’d given to me last night.
“He does certainly know how to choose nice jewelry.” I showed my mom the necklace to match the earrings.
We were in the family room lounging around in pajamas watching television. We had just gotten off the phone with my grandparents. My phone alerted me to an incoming text message.
You drive me crazy, it said. It was from Sasha. I dreamt of you last night.
A good dream or a bad dream?
Good. Always good when I dream of you.
Since our nothing fight Sasha had been more vocal about his felling and what he was thinking. I still hadn’t gotten exactly what had caused him to go off on a tiff. I knew that he was annoyed that I hadn’t called him back that night but I had been a little busy. He said that he was worried about two girls going out at night but I’d done it before and never had a problem. Jesse and I weren’t alone. We’d gone with a group of friends and the only time I was actually alone was when I went to call a cab to go home. I told him that I really didn’t understand why he reacted so strongly.
He was embarrassed at his behavior and didn’t really try to rationalize it. He was even more so embarrassed at flipping out when he found my brother in my bed. Before we’d started dating I told him that I wasn’t the type of person to go for random hook ups. I wasn’t about to be another girl he could say he slept with. He’d told me that he wanted more from me. He wanted more than just sex. He wanted someone he could connect with, someone he could share things with, someone he could hold dear. I know it sounds really really cheesy but Sasha is a romantic at heart. He was that charming gentleman that walked right out of one of those romance novels my mom read.
After Immy left and Sasha and I were alone I told him that he wasn’t allowed to freak out like that again. If he was thinking of feeling something then he needed to tell me. No more tiffs, no more passive aggression. If you’re mad, say it. If you’re happy, say it. If you miss me, say it. Sasha was needy but he wasn’t very vocal about it. There were things and behaviors that he wanted from me but he didn’t always tell me. I told him that I didn’t want to have anymore nothing fights.
“Why are you smiling so hard?” Khai asked. I hadn’t realized that I had let what I was thinking show on my face.
“Nothing, just thinking.”
“About Sasha? Oh I love you! I wanna be with you! Kissy kissy kissy.” I punched Khai in the arm. I did not act like that. Stupid 16 year old pain in the ass younger brother.
“You wait until you bring a girl home. Payback is a bitch.”
“Language,” My mom admonished. She didn’t like swearing.
“Sorry Ommy.”
You tell your parents you come stay with me after game?
No, not yet. I’ll tell them tomorrow before the game. Don’t want to give dad time to hunt you down before the game. :)
Not funny. Your dad is scary man. He tell me he break my legs if I hurt you. :(
I’ll protect you my Sashka. I won’t let the boogey man get you.
I had given my tickets to Saturday’s game to Jesse and her mom so that I could be with my family in the box. I had taken Set downstairs to the hall where the guys were playing soccer so that he could meet Ovie. I had made sure to wear the gifts Sasha had gotten me as he told me that the watch I’d bought for him would be his game day watch.
While Ovie talked to and autographed Set’s jersey I had a few minutes alone with Sasha.
“A kiss for luck?”
“You guys better win tonight.” The last time they played the Devils Sasha had not played well and the caps ended up losing the game. It was an away game but I still had to deal with his moodiness after a loss. Coach Bruce had ripped into him after that game.
The caps won the game 4 to 1. Sasha played an okay game, better than when he played the Devils the last time but nowhere near where it should have been. After my family left I waited downstairs in the lounge near the dressing room. Sasha very rarely spoke to the media after a game so it didn’t take him long to get showered and changed. I followed him in my car to his house in Arlington.
I was in his room changing out of my jersey and jeans when I felt him come up behind me. He lifted me up into his arms and then launched me onto his king sized bed. I felt him come down on top of me. Wrapping my arms around his neck I inhaled deeply. I loved his scent. It was warm and thick. It made me feel comfortable, happy, like everything was as it should be.
“That tickles,” my face was pressed in the crook of his neck and I batted my eyelashes against his skin. Butterfly kisses I called them.
“Nef,” his voice was soft, “there something I want try with you.”
“What is it?”
His face was flushed red and I could see that he was suddenly nervous. I watched his eye shift from my face to my throat. If he wouldn’t know by now that he had no reason to be embarrassed about anything around me then we had some work to do. I wanted to know what could cause hind to be embarrassed.
“You remember Monday when you…Well I want to try something different.”
“When I spanked you?” Different, how? Spanking is pretty straight forward. Step one: lift hand. Step two: bring down on bare skin. Step three: watch his beautiful skin turn red and listen to all the wonderful sounds. Step four: repeat.
“Yes. Well I want…you to…when you had me on my stomach holding on to the headboard…I want you to…” he stopped. It looked like he was too mortified to continue.
“You want me to what? Do it again?” Spit it out already.
He reached under the bed and pulled out a blindfold. “I want you to use this.” He pushed it into my hands.
“Get up and take off your clothes.”
He stood by the side of the bed and removed his clothing.
“Kneel down.”
He dropped to his knees and I tied the blind fold over his eyes, with the knot on the side of his head. When we played like this Sasha was almost a different person. He was obedient and eager to please. I could tell that this was going to be one of the times when he let me take control of our love making.
“Up and on the bed.”
I helped him to lie down on the bed. He was relaxed. The tension that had been in his body when he asked me to blindfold him was gone. I removed my remaining clothing before joining him on the bed.
“Tell me what you want Sasha.”
“I want you to touch me.”
Sitting beside his prone body I trailed my fingertips across his lips. When he moved to kiss them I pulled them away tracking a path from his lips down his chin to his chest.
“May I touch you?” I granted his request. I loved the feel of his hands on my skin.
He sat up to touch me, starting with my face. His fingertips traced over my eyes, my nose, and my lips before moving to my ears and down my neck. Soon he was touching every inch of my skin. Pushing me down on the bed his mouth and tongue joined in. He focused on the areas of my body that were most sensitive: my neck, my nipples, and my clit. Oh God, when had his tongue become so talented. He thrust it in and out of my wet core. When he latched on to my clit I couldn’t help by moan wantonly. He pushed two fingers inside of me and slowly pumped them. He moved slowly, teasingly; working my body into a frenzy.
“Harder,” I pleaded, grabbing the back of his head and pushing his mouth closer to me.
I heard him chuckle. His movements stayed slow and deliberate. It seemed like an eternity before I was close to cumming. Because he couldn’t see me he seemed to work harder focusing on the sounds I made to clue him into what I like. Without the visual cues that my body gave to him when I felt pleasure he had no choice by to pay attention to the sounds and movements of my body.
“Sasha, please…harder.” I was sweating and my body trembled. It was close. Yes, just a little more and I would release.
Slowly he edged me closer and closer to orgasm. I thrust my hips upward to meet his tongue. I was panting, a breath away from an intense, mind shattering orgasm. My back arched and I grabbed the bedspread, searching for something to hold onto as I squirmed mindlessly on the bed. Yes! Yes! Sasha, yes!
And then he stopped. His tongue and fingers stilled. My breath was ragged. I could hear my heart hammering in my ears. No! Don’t stop. Please don’t stop. He licked my lower lips much like a cat lapping at a bowl of cream. I looked down and I could see him smiling. Bastard! I reached down to thrust my own fingers into me but he pushed my hand away.
“No. You not do that.”
“I want to cum.”
“Only if you good girl.” The words I had often teased him with were being thrown right back at me. Sneaky little shit.
He pushed against my thighs, spreading them wider. Three more times his lips and fingers brought me to the brink of an orgasm only to back away. I screamed at him. I threatened him with retribution if he didn’t make me cum soon.
“Only with me inside you.”
I reached for the nightstand draw where I knew he kept a box of condom taking one and tearing the foil packet open. I quickly rolled it onto his shaft and guided him to my entrance. He thrust into the hilt in one fluid stroke. He started to piston in and out of me. When he leaned down to kiss me I could taste my own essence on his tongue. It only seemed to heighten the fury of lust and pleasure between us.
His thrusting ignited the pool of molten pleasure that had form inside me. I couldn’t help but scream as wave after wave of raw pleasure poured over me. I felt him bite my shoulder as his release followed mine. He pulled off the blindfold and looked down at me.
“Good girl.” If I had the strength I would have whacked him over the head but for right now I couldn’t move.
He slowly pulled out of me to discard the used condom and I winced. I would be sore later but it was well worth it.
“Am I forgiven,” he asked cuddling up beside me.
“Nope, it’s gonna take more than pretty jewelry and a good lay for you to earn my forgiveness.” I wasn’t really upset with Sasha but I did enjoy making fun of him.
He fingered the necklace that I still wore, “Bully.”
I smiled at him before resting my head on his chest. I was suddenly very tired.
“Good night Sashka.”
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Chapter 20 – Dinner
NOTES: So I couldn't sleep...so I thought I would update. Sasha meets Nef's parents, Adjo and Nefetiri.
bold text indicates text messages. Italics indicates Russian Language. Bold and italics will denote Arabic.
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Nef’s POV
Christmas Eve…well my Christmas Eve not Sasha’s, I sat in the kitchen with my mother. She was making the final preparation for dinner. We were having a mix of Egyptian food, American food, and my mom had even tried to make some Russian food. She made simple things like pirogues and Shchi (cabbage soup). She had been prattling on about how her and my dad had met and gotten married. I had heard this story before. In fact I heard it every time I brought a boy home to meet my parents or Immy brought a girl home. I didn’t bring too many of them to meet the family only twice before tonight.
“Ommy, we’ve only been dating a couple of months so let’s not get to hasty.”
“Why didn’t you tell me before?”
“Well it was kinda roundabout way of us getting together and I want to be sure that he was worth it. I mean there’s no use in bringing him to meet you guys if it was just a fling.”
“So it’s not just a fling?”
I shook my head no. It was around 4pm when my dad got home from the hospital. He had been one of the neurosurgeons on call for the past week or so but he had taken time off from now through New Year’s. Sasha wasn’t supposed to be there until about 5:15 so I took the time to talk to my dad.
“Hey Baba,” I said as I plopped down on my parents bed.
My dad stood in the walk in closet getting dressed after a quick shower. “Yes Neffy.”
“I need to talk to you about something really quickly. It’s about Sasha – Alexander.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Well he’s a really nice boy from a good family. I like him so could you please not terrorize him?”
“You’ve met his family?” he questioned.
“Not yet. They’re coming over from Russia it about a week and a half and he wants me to meet them.” Sasha had told me that he wanted me to meet his family. They were all coming; his mom, dad, sister, sister’s husband, and his sister's children.
“So how do you know he’s from a good family?”
“I know his story. We’ve talked about it, about his family.
“You usually don’t ask me to be nice to people.” My dad had moved toward the bed.
“Yeah, well I like this one. I would like it even more if he didn’t run screaming from the house because you threatened to hunt him down.”
I reached up to tie my dad’s tie. He laughed and said that I was his little girl and that it was his job. When I walked down stairs to the living room I was nervous. I really wanted this to go well. Immy, Khai, and Set where split between the dining room and the kitchen helping my mom get stuff set up for dinner. We always had a formal family dinner on Christmas Eve. This was however one of the rare years when none of my grandparents would be here.
“Hey Nef, when is Alex supposed to get here,” Khai called from the dining room.
“In about 15 minutes.” I walked into the foyer to sit by the door.
I looked through the pane glass door when I heard a car pull into the drive way and saw that it was Sasha’s silver Mercedes. He walked to the door carrying to bouquets of roses and a bottle of wine. I opened the door for him and welcomed him in.
“These are for you,” he said handing me the bouquet of red roses and placing a chaste kiss on my lips. The boy always brought me flowers.
We walked toward my parents and he gave my mother the bouquet of multi-colored roses and said “It nice to meet both of you.” My father took the bottle of wine from him and shook his hand. My dad instantly recognized him but he didn’t make a big deal about it. I took his coat and gave it to Immy to hang in the coat closet.
“No way!” Khai said as he walked into the foyer. Sasha was Khai’s favorite player.
“Sasha that’s Khai and the runt behind him is Set. You’ve already met Imhotep.”
We migrated into the living room and sat down on the couch. I sat on the love seat holding his hand in mine while my dad sat in the single chair, my mom sitting on the arm. My brothers sat on the couch staring at him.
“Oh, this is intimidating.” Sasha looked nervous. He looked like he was being led to the slaughter.
He was bombarded with questions: how did we meet, when did we get together, what were his intentions. My mom asked me what he did for a living and everyone laughed.
“Ommy, you missed it,” Immy teased.
“Ommy, I told you that Sasha worked with the Washington Capitals Hockey Club.”
“Yes, you told me on Saturday.”
“He’s a player for the Washington Capitals Hockey Club, number 28.”
“You’re a professional athlete?”
“Yes ma’am.”
Dinner was uneventful and Sasha managed to completely charm my mother. Conversation was polite and my brothers spent a great deal of time asking about the NHL, Russia, and Sasha’s family.
“Nefertiti, will you come and help me in the kitchen?” my mom asked me as we cleared the table. “I need help with bringing desert out.
I really didn’t want to leave Sasha alone with my father. He had been too quiet tonight. I looked at Sasha and then at my father.
“Baba, be nice to him.” I warned as I went with my mother.
As soon as we were through the doors to the kitchen I asked my mom “what does Baba what to talk to him about?” Now my mother has never been able to keep a secret, not from family, not from us, and definitely not from my father.
“Nothing, just guy stuff.”
“Guy stuff like what?”
“Honey, he’s just being a dad. Don’t worry.”
I am not paranoid. I know my father. I went out on my first date in high school and my date quite literally ran screaming from my house after meeting my father. My dad can be a mean prick. I have no illusions about it.
I helped my mom clear the table and bring out dessert. Only Khai and Set where still there.
“Where did they go?”
“The study, I think Baba is showing Alex his hunting rifles.”
I really wanted to smack Set. My mother however frowned at beating the snot out of younger siblings.
Sasha’s POV
Nef’s father looked intimidating. His face was set in an almost glare for most of the night. I thought that playing for his favorite hockey team might win me a few points but that wasn’t the case. He never said it exactly but I could tell that he didn’t care for me too much.
“Have you slept with my daughter?”
Woah, that question came out of left field. Is it too late to say I don’t speak much English?
“I have spent the night with her.” That sounded like a reasonable answer. I mean I couldn’t just say “Yes, I had sex with your daughter.”
“I don’t think you’ll be good for her.”
“Why you think that?”
“She’s a bright girl with a bright future. I don’t think your lifestyle is good for where she needs to go.”
Nef told me he would say this. This guy barely knew me and was judging me. Not all pro-athletes are jerks or assholes. Be nice to your girlfriend’s father. Sasha, be nice to your girlfriend’s father.
“What lifestyle? Hockey? I not have much of a life outside of it during the season.” I smiled. The time that I had left after hockey was divided between my family and Nef.
Imhotep was sitting in the chair next to me. He didn’t say much but I knew that he liked me. He had sufficiently threatened my life during the disaster that was the first time we had met. Sorry about almost calling your sister a whore. Nef still hadn’t exactly forgiven me for that one yet. Maybe her Christmas gift would soften her up a bit.
After the “conversation” that mostly consisted of subtle threats on my life with Nef’s father I really didn’t feel like I was any closer to getting his approval than I was before he knew I was dating his daughter. He was however incredibly polite. I’m sure that if I wasn’t dating his only daughter I would find him to be an amazing man. That one little minor detail made him hate my guts. Well maybe not hate me but definitely strongly dislike me.
After dessert I went to the closet where Imhotep had put my coat to get the
present that I’d bought for Nef. Her family had mostly gone to other parts of the house to give us a few moments together.
“Oooohhh presents! I like those.”
“You not open it until tomorrow,” I warned, putting it into her hands.
“No promises,” she shook her head batting those wonderfully long eyelashes at me.
I had been teasing her since I agreed to come to dinner with her family about the presents I had gotten her. She didn’t do well with waiting.
I took the gift back. I hid it behind my back and said “Then I give it to you later.” She glared at me but said nothing. She went over to the tree and pulled out the present she had gotten for me. I was curious as to what she could have gotten me. I held out one hand to take it from her.
“No. You don’t get it until Christmas.”
“I won’t open it until tomorrow,” I promised.
“Christmas isn’t tomorrow.”
“Yes it is.” Her Christmas was December 25th.
“Not for you. January 7th you bully.”
I smiled and said “that fine.” I knew that Nef wouldn’t be able to wait to see what I had gotten her. Not because she was excited for a present but because she couldn’t stand not knowing. Her curiosity would drive her crazy. I could wait until then. She put the gift down on the couch and then moved to stand in front of me. When her arms wrapped around me I thought she was going to hug me. Instead she reached for the box I held behind my back.
“No! Bad girl.” I held my arm straight up in the air and she couldn’t reach it.
I am about 10 or so inches taller than her so with my arm hold the gift in the air she couldn’t reach it. Even with the high heels she had on it was still out of reach.
“Oh that’s just mean.” I heard from the archway between the living room and the foyer. I turned to see Im standing there. Nef tickled my arm pit and I yanked my arm down dropping the gift on the floor. Cheater! Tickling me to get what you want is against the rules! She scooped it up and darted behind Imhotep before I could grab her. She laughed and shouted “Victory!”
I couldn’t help but laugh at her. I sat down on the couch and picked up the box she had tossed there.
“I open it now?” I asked her.
She held the box to her chest as slowly walk back over to me.
“Yes.”
I tore off the wrapping paper and it reviled a Dolce and Gabbanna jewelry box. In side of it was a silver watch a white gold face plate. It was beautiful.
“Call me old fashioned, but every man should always where a nice watch.” Old fashioned girl. I marveled at how well our personalities matched. I always brought her flowers when we went out on dates or when something important came along. It was a behavior that I’d learned from my father. There were many times when I was younger when my family had to live apart because of me and hockey but whenever my parents reunited my father brought my mother her favorite flowers.
I leaned over and kissed her, probably a little more enthusiastically than I should have. When I pulled back I told her to open her gift. I knew she wouldn’t last until morning and I wanted to see her face.
She opened the box to find a diamond and pearl drop necklace. It was simple and classic. I thought that it would look beautiful on her.
“It’s beautiful.” She kissed me, pulling me closer to her. I heard Im cleared his throat behind for the archway where he still stood.
“Beat it,” she said.
“Nope. Baba told me to watch you guys to make sure there was no monkey business.”
“I wanna be your monkey baby,” Nef began to sing.
“Swing my thing and drive you crazy,” Imhotep responded
“I’m gonna crawl all over you…You're gonna crawl all over me.” They sang together.
I looked at the twins like they were crazy because let’s face it…they were a little crazy. Nef went over to the stereo and the song “Monkey” by Poets and Pornstars began to play. She and Im began dancing and jumping around the living room.
She moved over to where and sat on the couch and sang to me
“I wanna be your monkey baby
this little devil gonna drive you crazy
everybody wants to climb your tree
nobody else can swing like me
c'mon c'mon
I wanna be your monkey baby
swing my thing and drive you crazy
I wanna be your monkey baby
you could be my monkey lady
ditch your ride and turn around
this whole world is crashing down
every city every town
looking for what we have found
you could be my monkey baby
I wanna be your monkey baby
you could be my monkey baby
I wanna be your monkey baby.”
By now I had gotten use to the randomness that was Nef’s personality but seeing her with her twin made me pause. This girl is batty. She bent over, placing her hands on my thighs, singing the sultry words in my ear. That voice should have been illegal. It made me think of her as a beautiful seductress whose purpose was to fulfill my every pleasure. It wasn’t exactly thoughts meant for the living room of her parents’ home.
I groaned and she giggled. She knew how easy it was to tease me. I couldn’t help that I found virtually everything she did incredibly sexy. There was a certain sultriness to the way she moved. There was a certain appeal to her voice when she spoke in that low breathy voice. It brought me right back to the times we’d been together and I could hear her saying “more,” “harder,” and “faster.” It brought me back to the times when I heard her scream my name.
Come on Sasha get a grip on yourself. You can’t drag her off to bed and have your way with her…at least not until the weekend.
“Bring your family to the game on Saturday,” I said. I wasn’t sure how long Nef would be in Baltimore for the holidays
“Everyone?”
“Da, you guys sit in the one of the boxes that Ted has.” There were several suites that Ted had reserved throughout the season; for players, family, business partners, and charity events. “You stay with me before I go to West Coast?”
I wanted to spend the few days before my West Coast trip with her because when I came back my family would be here and they would be here for about a month.
“Da, but only if you’re a good boy.” Enough with the teasing! I don’t think I can take much more. My backside was still pleasantly sore from Monday.
When it came time for me to leave she walked me out to the drive way where my car was parked. I pulled her into my arms and hugged her tightly.
“I see you Saturday, milaya moya.”
bold text indicates text messages. Italics indicates Russian Language. Bold and italics will denote Arabic.
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Nef’s POV
Christmas Eve…well my Christmas Eve not Sasha’s, I sat in the kitchen with my mother. She was making the final preparation for dinner. We were having a mix of Egyptian food, American food, and my mom had even tried to make some Russian food. She made simple things like pirogues and Shchi (cabbage soup). She had been prattling on about how her and my dad had met and gotten married. I had heard this story before. In fact I heard it every time I brought a boy home to meet my parents or Immy brought a girl home. I didn’t bring too many of them to meet the family only twice before tonight.
“Ommy, we’ve only been dating a couple of months so let’s not get to hasty.”
“Why didn’t you tell me before?”
“Well it was kinda roundabout way of us getting together and I want to be sure that he was worth it. I mean there’s no use in bringing him to meet you guys if it was just a fling.”
“So it’s not just a fling?”
I shook my head no. It was around 4pm when my dad got home from the hospital. He had been one of the neurosurgeons on call for the past week or so but he had taken time off from now through New Year’s. Sasha wasn’t supposed to be there until about 5:15 so I took the time to talk to my dad.
“Hey Baba,” I said as I plopped down on my parents bed.
My dad stood in the walk in closet getting dressed after a quick shower. “Yes Neffy.”
“I need to talk to you about something really quickly. It’s about Sasha – Alexander.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Well he’s a really nice boy from a good family. I like him so could you please not terrorize him?”
“You’ve met his family?” he questioned.
“Not yet. They’re coming over from Russia it about a week and a half and he wants me to meet them.” Sasha had told me that he wanted me to meet his family. They were all coming; his mom, dad, sister, sister’s husband, and his sister's children.
“So how do you know he’s from a good family?”
“I know his story. We’ve talked about it, about his family.
“You usually don’t ask me to be nice to people.” My dad had moved toward the bed.
“Yeah, well I like this one. I would like it even more if he didn’t run screaming from the house because you threatened to hunt him down.”
I reached up to tie my dad’s tie. He laughed and said that I was his little girl and that it was his job. When I walked down stairs to the living room I was nervous. I really wanted this to go well. Immy, Khai, and Set where split between the dining room and the kitchen helping my mom get stuff set up for dinner. We always had a formal family dinner on Christmas Eve. This was however one of the rare years when none of my grandparents would be here.
“Hey Nef, when is Alex supposed to get here,” Khai called from the dining room.
“In about 15 minutes.” I walked into the foyer to sit by the door.
I looked through the pane glass door when I heard a car pull into the drive way and saw that it was Sasha’s silver Mercedes. He walked to the door carrying to bouquets of roses and a bottle of wine. I opened the door for him and welcomed him in.
“These are for you,” he said handing me the bouquet of red roses and placing a chaste kiss on my lips. The boy always brought me flowers.
We walked toward my parents and he gave my mother the bouquet of multi-colored roses and said “It nice to meet both of you.” My father took the bottle of wine from him and shook his hand. My dad instantly recognized him but he didn’t make a big deal about it. I took his coat and gave it to Immy to hang in the coat closet.
“No way!” Khai said as he walked into the foyer. Sasha was Khai’s favorite player.
“Sasha that’s Khai and the runt behind him is Set. You’ve already met Imhotep.”
We migrated into the living room and sat down on the couch. I sat on the love seat holding his hand in mine while my dad sat in the single chair, my mom sitting on the arm. My brothers sat on the couch staring at him.
“Oh, this is intimidating.” Sasha looked nervous. He looked like he was being led to the slaughter.
He was bombarded with questions: how did we meet, when did we get together, what were his intentions. My mom asked me what he did for a living and everyone laughed.
“Ommy, you missed it,” Immy teased.
“Ommy, I told you that Sasha worked with the Washington Capitals Hockey Club.”
“Yes, you told me on Saturday.”
“He’s a player for the Washington Capitals Hockey Club, number 28.”
“You’re a professional athlete?”
“Yes ma’am.”
Dinner was uneventful and Sasha managed to completely charm my mother. Conversation was polite and my brothers spent a great deal of time asking about the NHL, Russia, and Sasha’s family.
“Nefertiti, will you come and help me in the kitchen?” my mom asked me as we cleared the table. “I need help with bringing desert out.
I really didn’t want to leave Sasha alone with my father. He had been too quiet tonight. I looked at Sasha and then at my father.
“Baba, be nice to him.” I warned as I went with my mother.
As soon as we were through the doors to the kitchen I asked my mom “what does Baba what to talk to him about?” Now my mother has never been able to keep a secret, not from family, not from us, and definitely not from my father.
“Nothing, just guy stuff.”
“Guy stuff like what?”
“Honey, he’s just being a dad. Don’t worry.”
I am not paranoid. I know my father. I went out on my first date in high school and my date quite literally ran screaming from my house after meeting my father. My dad can be a mean prick. I have no illusions about it.
I helped my mom clear the table and bring out dessert. Only Khai and Set where still there.
“Where did they go?”
“The study, I think Baba is showing Alex his hunting rifles.”
I really wanted to smack Set. My mother however frowned at beating the snot out of younger siblings.
Sasha’s POV
Nef’s father looked intimidating. His face was set in an almost glare for most of the night. I thought that playing for his favorite hockey team might win me a few points but that wasn’t the case. He never said it exactly but I could tell that he didn’t care for me too much.
“Have you slept with my daughter?”
Woah, that question came out of left field. Is it too late to say I don’t speak much English?
“I have spent the night with her.” That sounded like a reasonable answer. I mean I couldn’t just say “Yes, I had sex with your daughter.”
“I don’t think you’ll be good for her.”
“Why you think that?”
“She’s a bright girl with a bright future. I don’t think your lifestyle is good for where she needs to go.”
Nef told me he would say this. This guy barely knew me and was judging me. Not all pro-athletes are jerks or assholes. Be nice to your girlfriend’s father. Sasha, be nice to your girlfriend’s father.
“What lifestyle? Hockey? I not have much of a life outside of it during the season.” I smiled. The time that I had left after hockey was divided between my family and Nef.
Imhotep was sitting in the chair next to me. He didn’t say much but I knew that he liked me. He had sufficiently threatened my life during the disaster that was the first time we had met. Sorry about almost calling your sister a whore. Nef still hadn’t exactly forgiven me for that one yet. Maybe her Christmas gift would soften her up a bit.
After the “conversation” that mostly consisted of subtle threats on my life with Nef’s father I really didn’t feel like I was any closer to getting his approval than I was before he knew I was dating his daughter. He was however incredibly polite. I’m sure that if I wasn’t dating his only daughter I would find him to be an amazing man. That one little minor detail made him hate my guts. Well maybe not hate me but definitely strongly dislike me.
After dessert I went to the closet where Imhotep had put my coat to get the
present that I’d bought for Nef. Her family had mostly gone to other parts of the house to give us a few moments together.
“Oooohhh presents! I like those.”
“You not open it until tomorrow,” I warned, putting it into her hands.
“No promises,” she shook her head batting those wonderfully long eyelashes at me.
I had been teasing her since I agreed to come to dinner with her family about the presents I had gotten her. She didn’t do well with waiting.
I took the gift back. I hid it behind my back and said “Then I give it to you later.” She glared at me but said nothing. She went over to the tree and pulled out the present she had gotten for me. I was curious as to what she could have gotten me. I held out one hand to take it from her.
“No. You don’t get it until Christmas.”
“I won’t open it until tomorrow,” I promised.
“Christmas isn’t tomorrow.”
“Yes it is.” Her Christmas was December 25th.
“Not for you. January 7th you bully.”
I smiled and said “that fine.” I knew that Nef wouldn’t be able to wait to see what I had gotten her. Not because she was excited for a present but because she couldn’t stand not knowing. Her curiosity would drive her crazy. I could wait until then. She put the gift down on the couch and then moved to stand in front of me. When her arms wrapped around me I thought she was going to hug me. Instead she reached for the box I held behind my back.
“No! Bad girl.” I held my arm straight up in the air and she couldn’t reach it.
I am about 10 or so inches taller than her so with my arm hold the gift in the air she couldn’t reach it. Even with the high heels she had on it was still out of reach.
“Oh that’s just mean.” I heard from the archway between the living room and the foyer. I turned to see Im standing there. Nef tickled my arm pit and I yanked my arm down dropping the gift on the floor. Cheater! Tickling me to get what you want is against the rules! She scooped it up and darted behind Imhotep before I could grab her. She laughed and shouted “Victory!”
I couldn’t help but laugh at her. I sat down on the couch and picked up the box she had tossed there.
“I open it now?” I asked her.
She held the box to her chest as slowly walk back over to me.
“Yes.”
I tore off the wrapping paper and it reviled a Dolce and Gabbanna jewelry box. In side of it was a silver watch a white gold face plate. It was beautiful.
“Call me old fashioned, but every man should always where a nice watch.” Old fashioned girl. I marveled at how well our personalities matched. I always brought her flowers when we went out on dates or when something important came along. It was a behavior that I’d learned from my father. There were many times when I was younger when my family had to live apart because of me and hockey but whenever my parents reunited my father brought my mother her favorite flowers.
I leaned over and kissed her, probably a little more enthusiastically than I should have. When I pulled back I told her to open her gift. I knew she wouldn’t last until morning and I wanted to see her face.
She opened the box to find a diamond and pearl drop necklace. It was simple and classic. I thought that it would look beautiful on her.
“It’s beautiful.” She kissed me, pulling me closer to her. I heard Im cleared his throat behind for the archway where he still stood.
“Beat it,” she said.
“Nope. Baba told me to watch you guys to make sure there was no monkey business.”
“I wanna be your monkey baby,” Nef began to sing.
“Swing my thing and drive you crazy,” Imhotep responded
“I’m gonna crawl all over you…You're gonna crawl all over me.” They sang together.
I looked at the twins like they were crazy because let’s face it…they were a little crazy. Nef went over to the stereo and the song “Monkey” by Poets and Pornstars began to play. She and Im began dancing and jumping around the living room.
She moved over to where and sat on the couch and sang to me
“I wanna be your monkey baby
this little devil gonna drive you crazy
everybody wants to climb your tree
nobody else can swing like me
c'mon c'mon
I wanna be your monkey baby
swing my thing and drive you crazy
I wanna be your monkey baby
you could be my monkey lady
ditch your ride and turn around
this whole world is crashing down
every city every town
looking for what we have found
you could be my monkey baby
I wanna be your monkey baby
you could be my monkey baby
I wanna be your monkey baby.”
By now I had gotten use to the randomness that was Nef’s personality but seeing her with her twin made me pause. This girl is batty. She bent over, placing her hands on my thighs, singing the sultry words in my ear. That voice should have been illegal. It made me think of her as a beautiful seductress whose purpose was to fulfill my every pleasure. It wasn’t exactly thoughts meant for the living room of her parents’ home.
I groaned and she giggled. She knew how easy it was to tease me. I couldn’t help that I found virtually everything she did incredibly sexy. There was a certain sultriness to the way she moved. There was a certain appeal to her voice when she spoke in that low breathy voice. It brought me right back to the times we’d been together and I could hear her saying “more,” “harder,” and “faster.” It brought me back to the times when I heard her scream my name.
Come on Sasha get a grip on yourself. You can’t drag her off to bed and have your way with her…at least not until the weekend.
“Bring your family to the game on Saturday,” I said. I wasn’t sure how long Nef would be in Baltimore for the holidays
“Everyone?”
“Da, you guys sit in the one of the boxes that Ted has.” There were several suites that Ted had reserved throughout the season; for players, family, business partners, and charity events. “You stay with me before I go to West Coast?”
I wanted to spend the few days before my West Coast trip with her because when I came back my family would be here and they would be here for about a month.
“Da, but only if you’re a good boy.” Enough with the teasing! I don’t think I can take much more. My backside was still pleasantly sore from Monday.
When it came time for me to leave she walked me out to the drive way where my car was parked. I pulled her into my arms and hugged her tightly.
“I see you Saturday, milaya moya.”
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Chapter 19 - Kink
fluff and filler...I think this chapter is crap but I wanted to see what was going on inside Nef's head...
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Nef’s POV
I had a spanking kink. I knew this but Sasha was just finding out. He apparently had one too. I didn’t think he would respond this strongly. He went with it and enjoyed himself. There was begging and pleading and he was so responsive both vocally and physically. I could feel his body quivering beneath me. I could feel his body struggling to reach orgasm from my teasing strokes.
“Oh please. Just let me cum. I’ll be good,” he said as I began to stoke him with the ice pressed firmly against his shaft.
His voice was thick, rough with raw need and I wanted to make him cum. He had after all begged so prettily. When he did finally release he screamed loudly.
He lay there panting; his eyes closed and his arms and leg sprawled on the bed. He looked wrecked, completely and thoroughly wrecked. He was beautiful. His skin flushed red and covered with a light sheen of sweat.
I lay beside him watching him try to gather his thoughts. I loved rendering his speechless. I loved it when I made him scream and beg. I never told Sasha but I had always been worried about what he thought while we were having sex. I'm not naive enough to believe that he only had a few partners. In fact I'm sure that he's had sex with many more women than I would ever care to count. But I wanted to please him. I wanted to be the one he remembered. As foolish as this may sound, I wanted to be the best that he's ever had.
I've always had this need to please the people around me. I always want to make sure that they are happy, safe, and being taken care of.
Sasha was very emotional. Most of the time he wore his heart on his sleeve. His reactions were almost never tempered. However he wasn't very good at talking about what he was feeling or telling me what he wanted. Instead of telling me he wanted to spend time with me and be close to me he would physically pull me near him. If we were watching television or a movie together he would pull me onto his lap. If we were sleeping and a moved away from his arms during the night he would either follow me or pull me back to him.
We had exchanged a lot of "I miss you"s and even more "I want you"s but we weren't very vocal about our emotions. His anger at seeing a guy in my bed clued me into the fact that he wanted to be the only one with me. His reaction to Shelley let me know that he wanted us to be mutual exclusive. In dating I had figured it out and I felt the same why but we never actually said it. We could talk for hours on end about everything except for our feelings.
He stayed with me for the rest of the day and we had sex several times. It had been a long two weeks. Even longer since we hadn't actually been talking to each other. He asked me to meet his parents. He had told his dad that he was seeing someone and his mom kind of knew but he hadn't really told her.
"It serious between me and you. I want my family know you too."
His mother, father, sister, brother in law, niece, and nephew were all coming for the Russian Orthodox Christmas in January. It seemed like an appropriate time to be introduced to his family. They had been here a few months before but went back to Russia before Sasha and I were serious.
In previous seasons his mother had spent the majority of the season with him but this she had only been here for a few weeks.
"I'm 25," he'd said. "I think I can look after myself for a little while."
Sasha's was laying face down on my bed. He bottom was still red. I gently placed my hand on one of the firm mounds and he groaned.
"No, not touch. Sore."
I grabbed a tube of aloe gel that my roommates kept in the hall closet and rubbed the cool liquid onto his butt.
"Feel better?" I asked.
"Da."
Sasha's POV
I was spent; completely and totally spent. Sex with Nefertiti has been amazing. We're still learning each other. Still finding out each others secrets. It made for interesting times together. I enjoyed learning what she liked, enjoyed showing her new things. We took turns when we were together to ensure that we each got exactly what we wanted and needed.
My ass was sore, pleasantly so. The aloe gel helped a lot. It was relaxing, the feel of Nef's soft hands spreading the cool liquid over my reddened skin. I think I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew Nef was shaking my shoulder telling me that it was getting late.
"You should go home," her eyes seemed to glow in the soft light of her room. "You have practice tomorrow."
Right. Practice. It took me a few minutes to fully wake up. Once I did I dressed. She walked me out to my car and kissed me goodnight and good bye.
At home, before jumping into the shower I looked at my ass in the mirror. It wasn't to bad. There were no bruises and the redness should fade soon. Nef had been careful not to spank me in the same spot too many times.
I was grateful. I didn't want to have to explain to the guys on the team why my backside was bruised. No one needed to know my girlfriend had spanked me.
The hot water of the shower soothe my tired muscles and when I crawled into bed I slept peacefully.
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Nef’s POV
I had a spanking kink. I knew this but Sasha was just finding out. He apparently had one too. I didn’t think he would respond this strongly. He went with it and enjoyed himself. There was begging and pleading and he was so responsive both vocally and physically. I could feel his body quivering beneath me. I could feel his body struggling to reach orgasm from my teasing strokes.
“Oh please. Just let me cum. I’ll be good,” he said as I began to stoke him with the ice pressed firmly against his shaft.
His voice was thick, rough with raw need and I wanted to make him cum. He had after all begged so prettily. When he did finally release he screamed loudly.
He lay there panting; his eyes closed and his arms and leg sprawled on the bed. He looked wrecked, completely and thoroughly wrecked. He was beautiful. His skin flushed red and covered with a light sheen of sweat.
I lay beside him watching him try to gather his thoughts. I loved rendering his speechless. I loved it when I made him scream and beg. I never told Sasha but I had always been worried about what he thought while we were having sex. I'm not naive enough to believe that he only had a few partners. In fact I'm sure that he's had sex with many more women than I would ever care to count. But I wanted to please him. I wanted to be the one he remembered. As foolish as this may sound, I wanted to be the best that he's ever had.
I've always had this need to please the people around me. I always want to make sure that they are happy, safe, and being taken care of.
Sasha was very emotional. Most of the time he wore his heart on his sleeve. His reactions were almost never tempered. However he wasn't very good at talking about what he was feeling or telling me what he wanted. Instead of telling me he wanted to spend time with me and be close to me he would physically pull me near him. If we were watching television or a movie together he would pull me onto his lap. If we were sleeping and a moved away from his arms during the night he would either follow me or pull me back to him.
We had exchanged a lot of "I miss you"s and even more "I want you"s but we weren't very vocal about our emotions. His anger at seeing a guy in my bed clued me into the fact that he wanted to be the only one with me. His reaction to Shelley let me know that he wanted us to be mutual exclusive. In dating I had figured it out and I felt the same why but we never actually said it. We could talk for hours on end about everything except for our feelings.
He stayed with me for the rest of the day and we had sex several times. It had been a long two weeks. Even longer since we hadn't actually been talking to each other. He asked me to meet his parents. He had told his dad that he was seeing someone and his mom kind of knew but he hadn't really told her.
"It serious between me and you. I want my family know you too."
His mother, father, sister, brother in law, niece, and nephew were all coming for the Russian Orthodox Christmas in January. It seemed like an appropriate time to be introduced to his family. They had been here a few months before but went back to Russia before Sasha and I were serious.
In previous seasons his mother had spent the majority of the season with him but this she had only been here for a few weeks.
"I'm 25," he'd said. "I think I can look after myself for a little while."
Sasha's was laying face down on my bed. He bottom was still red. I gently placed my hand on one of the firm mounds and he groaned.
"No, not touch. Sore."
I grabbed a tube of aloe gel that my roommates kept in the hall closet and rubbed the cool liquid onto his butt.
"Feel better?" I asked.
"Da."
Sasha's POV
I was spent; completely and totally spent. Sex with Nefertiti has been amazing. We're still learning each other. Still finding out each others secrets. It made for interesting times together. I enjoyed learning what she liked, enjoyed showing her new things. We took turns when we were together to ensure that we each got exactly what we wanted and needed.
My ass was sore, pleasantly so. The aloe gel helped a lot. It was relaxing, the feel of Nef's soft hands spreading the cool liquid over my reddened skin. I think I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew Nef was shaking my shoulder telling me that it was getting late.
"You should go home," her eyes seemed to glow in the soft light of her room. "You have practice tomorrow."
Right. Practice. It took me a few minutes to fully wake up. Once I did I dressed. She walked me out to my car and kissed me goodnight and good bye.
At home, before jumping into the shower I looked at my ass in the mirror. It wasn't to bad. There were no bruises and the redness should fade soon. Nef had been careful not to spank me in the same spot too many times.
I was grateful. I didn't want to have to explain to the guys on the team why my backside was bruised. No one needed to know my girlfriend had spanked me.
The hot water of the shower soothe my tired muscles and when I crawled into bed I slept peacefully.
Monday, May 3, 2010
Chapter 18 – Grovel
NOTES: bold text indicates text messages. Italics indicates Russian Language. Bold and italics will denote Arabic.
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Sasha’s POV
We hung out with Imhotep for a little while longer but then he decided to drive home. He had come up from school in Virginia for Christmas break and stopped to visit Nef before heading home. He knew that Nef wouldn't be home until Christmas Eve and wanted to see her before then. After her spa trip with her mom she and Imhotep had gone shopping for Christmas gifts then caught a movie. After the movie they had lounged around talking and then finally went to sleep.
“He slept in my bed with me. I wasn’t gonna make my twin brother sleep on the floor or an air mattress.”
“I know and I sorry,” I said. It really did make sense to me and I was embarrassed for reacting the way I did. “I was just shocked to see some half dressed guy in your bed. I honestly didn’t stop to think or realized how much you guys look alike.”
“Twins, Kitten. It’s actually kinda scary how much Immy and I look alike, more so than other fraternal twins.”
“You forgive me?”
“No. I had a really bad week and you made it worse.”
We were lying on her bed so I moved my head to her chest. I looked up and her with pleading eyes. “Please? I sorry. I not mean to be bad.”
“Not the puppy dog eyes.” She placed her hands over my eyes and looked away. I whimpered. “No, you were a bad boy.”
“I buy you presents while I was gone.”
“Nope. You’re still bad."
I moved up to kiss her but she turned her head away from me. “No turn away. Kiss please?”
“No I don’t kiss bad boys.”
I pressed my face into her stomach.
“And then you flirted with the waitress!”
My head shot up, shocked at what she had just said.. I had barely acknowledge her. I did not flirt with Shelley I saw her smiling and I knew she was teasing me.
“She was hot,” I defended myself, sticking my tongue out at her. “Shelley was pretty.”
Nef pushed me over onto my back and straddle me. “Oh really?” She challenged. I nodded yes and her hands went to my sides. She started to tickle me and I screamed. Oh God. I’m incredibly ticklish.
“No! Stop. She not pretty. She ugly! Very very ugly,” I tried to say around my laughter.
“Who’s the prettiest?”
“You are!” I tried to grab Nef’s arms but I was afraid to grab the bandage. I didn’t want to hurt her. Her hands went from my sides to my stomach and I couldn’t breathe.
“Please!”
She stopped tickling me. “No this is your punishment. Bad boys are punished.”
“No punish me! I be good.” I grabbed her wrists and I held her hands to my lips.
“Please don’t tickle me. I can’t take it.”
Instead of letting go of her hands I pulled her down onto my chest and held her against me. I didn’t trust her not to tickle me again. She relaxed against my chest and held me close.
“I missed you.” She kissed my lips.
With Christmas being so close it was going to be a lazy few days for her. She didn’t have work or classes until after the New Year. She talked to me about meeting her parents and told me not to worry.
“My dad is not actually a two-headed dragon that is going to kill you. He’s a nice guy.”
Of course she thought he was a nice guy. He’s her dad. At least he’s a caps fan. I have that on my side. Her hand reach under my shirt and she began to trail her fingers over my chest.
“No tickling,” I reminded. She smirked at me.
Her hands traveled from my chest down to my belt buckle. She unzipped my jeans and pushed them down over my hips.
“Turn over.” Turn over? Why? The good stuff is in the front, right under your hands. She sat up and nudged my shoulder so I rolled over to lie on my stomach. She pulled down my jeans until they were at my knees. Her hand rubbed down from my neck to my shoulders to my hips. Oooo a back rub? Yes, please. I was completely relaxed from the gentle massage that she gave me.
“No tickling, right?” she asked.
“No tickling.”
I felt her hand come down as a sharp swat to my backside. I was startled and I moved to sit up but she put her hand in the middle of my back and pushed me back down on the bed. Her hand came down again but this time it was on the left side of my butt. I groaned deep in my throat. It felt surprisingly good. The swats fell, alternating between each side of my butt at varying speeds and strength.
“Are you going to be a good boy?”
“If not will you spank me?”
Nef slid my underwear to join my jeans and began to swat bare skin. I could feel the heat coming from her hand as she rubbed me in between the swats. I arched backward into her skillful hands. I had never been spanked like this before. It seemed like every swat sent a jolt of pleasure straight to my hardening erection. The swats were irregular. I could never tell when she was going to hit me or how hard. Her caressing hand seemed to sensitize my skin.
I could feel the tingling, stinging, almost pain from being spanked spread up my spine and throughout my body. My hips began to move along the bed, thrusting my hard on against the sheet for friction. It had been almost two weeks since Nef and I had been together and I wanted her.
“I want you.”
“No, you’re being punished. You don’t get what you want.”
A swat can down particularly hard and I cried out. Yes! My hands gripped the sheet as I struggled not to grab her. I wanted her now. How had I gotten so hard? How had I gotten so aroused?
“Please. I want you.”
“No.”
Damn it woman. I need to cum. I slid my hand under my hips to stroke my cock but she pulled it away.
“Bad Sasha.”
Her hand moved down and she began to swat the back of my thighs. The skin there was even more sensitive than on my butt. She lightly dragged her nails over the redden skin and I hissed. I needed to touch her. I need to be insider her.
“Nef,” I almost didn’t recognize the sound of my own voice. It sounded so raw and needy.
“Don’t move and don’t touch yourself.” She got off the bed and left the room. She’s leaving now?!
I squirmed on the bed, thrusting my hips harder against the bedspread. Sweet delicious friction against the underside of my cock made me groaned deep in my throat.
“I said not to move.” Nef returned with a hand towel and a bowl of something. I couldn’t tell what it was.
Nef crawled on to the bed and straddled my back facing away from me. This position was familiar. She did it every time she intended to do something particular wicked to me. She liked to tease me. She liked to tease me until I couldn’t see straight or even speak in coherent sentences.
“Grab the head board and don’t let go. Naughty boy needs to learn to listen.”
She brought her hand down swatting my butt and thighs a few more times. These were harder than before and a couple of them actually made me wince. I felt something cold and wet slide across my skin and I nearly bucked off the bed. It was a shocking contrast between the heat from the spanking and the rubbing of her hand.
“Be still,” she warned.
I tried to obey but it was hard. Hell I was hard. The ice traced over the skin of my butt and down to my thighs. The sensations made my toes curl as I tried to remain still. My body seemed to move on its on accord, squirming restlessly on the bed. The cube of ice melted against the heat of my punished skin leaving it damp. I felt her draw back and I expected her to reach for another piece of ice. She didn’t. Instead she began to spank me again.
The water from the melted ice made the sting worse and I cried out with each swat. I couldn’t bring myself to ask her to stop. It felt too good. I wanted more. The stinging pain of it made me harder, made me needier.
“Please,” I begged. I needed something, anything to make me cum.
Nef stood beside the bed and told me to turn over onto my back. I did and hissed as my weight pressed my tender backside onto the bed. My hand went to my erection again but Nef pulled it away. She pushed my hands toward the headboard and reminded me that I was supposed to be holding onto it. She straddled me across my stomach still facing away from me. She began to spank my inner thighs, inching closer and closer to my dripping erection before moving back down my legs. Please, just touch me there. I was so close to cumming without her actually touching my cock.
She reached toward the bowl and pulled out another piece of ice. I trembled uncontrollably when she trailed over my thighs. I had been babbling and whimpering, pleading with her to make me cum or to let me touch myself. The hand not holding the piece of ice traced ghosting paths over my cock and balls. The touches were so light I wasn’t completely aware of it until I felt her press a piece of ice to the head of my erection. I’m sure I screamed and thrust into her hand but my mind was so clouded with pleasure that I couldn’t focus on anything but the feel of her hands on my skin.
She rapidly stroked my cock, still pressing the ice firmly against my skin. It didn’t take long for my body to spasm as I came, letting out a hoarse scream. There were blinding, colorful lights flashing behind my eyes as an intense orgasm ripped through me.
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Sasha’s POV
We hung out with Imhotep for a little while longer but then he decided to drive home. He had come up from school in Virginia for Christmas break and stopped to visit Nef before heading home. He knew that Nef wouldn't be home until Christmas Eve and wanted to see her before then. After her spa trip with her mom she and Imhotep had gone shopping for Christmas gifts then caught a movie. After the movie they had lounged around talking and then finally went to sleep.
“He slept in my bed with me. I wasn’t gonna make my twin brother sleep on the floor or an air mattress.”
“I know and I sorry,” I said. It really did make sense to me and I was embarrassed for reacting the way I did. “I was just shocked to see some half dressed guy in your bed. I honestly didn’t stop to think or realized how much you guys look alike.”
“Twins, Kitten. It’s actually kinda scary how much Immy and I look alike, more so than other fraternal twins.”
“You forgive me?”
“No. I had a really bad week and you made it worse.”
We were lying on her bed so I moved my head to her chest. I looked up and her with pleading eyes. “Please? I sorry. I not mean to be bad.”
“Not the puppy dog eyes.” She placed her hands over my eyes and looked away. I whimpered. “No, you were a bad boy.”
“I buy you presents while I was gone.”
“Nope. You’re still bad."
I moved up to kiss her but she turned her head away from me. “No turn away. Kiss please?”
“No I don’t kiss bad boys.”
I pressed my face into her stomach.
“And then you flirted with the waitress!”
My head shot up, shocked at what she had just said.. I had barely acknowledge her. I did not flirt with Shelley I saw her smiling and I knew she was teasing me.
“She was hot,” I defended myself, sticking my tongue out at her. “Shelley was pretty.”
Nef pushed me over onto my back and straddle me. “Oh really?” She challenged. I nodded yes and her hands went to my sides. She started to tickle me and I screamed. Oh God. I’m incredibly ticklish.
“No! Stop. She not pretty. She ugly! Very very ugly,” I tried to say around my laughter.
“Who’s the prettiest?”
“You are!” I tried to grab Nef’s arms but I was afraid to grab the bandage. I didn’t want to hurt her. Her hands went from my sides to my stomach and I couldn’t breathe.
“Please!”
She stopped tickling me. “No this is your punishment. Bad boys are punished.”
“No punish me! I be good.” I grabbed her wrists and I held her hands to my lips.
“Please don’t tickle me. I can’t take it.”
Instead of letting go of her hands I pulled her down onto my chest and held her against me. I didn’t trust her not to tickle me again. She relaxed against my chest and held me close.
“I missed you.” She kissed my lips.
With Christmas being so close it was going to be a lazy few days for her. She didn’t have work or classes until after the New Year. She talked to me about meeting her parents and told me not to worry.
“My dad is not actually a two-headed dragon that is going to kill you. He’s a nice guy.”
Of course she thought he was a nice guy. He’s her dad. At least he’s a caps fan. I have that on my side. Her hand reach under my shirt and she began to trail her fingers over my chest.
“No tickling,” I reminded. She smirked at me.
Her hands traveled from my chest down to my belt buckle. She unzipped my jeans and pushed them down over my hips.
“Turn over.” Turn over? Why? The good stuff is in the front, right under your hands. She sat up and nudged my shoulder so I rolled over to lie on my stomach. She pulled down my jeans until they were at my knees. Her hand rubbed down from my neck to my shoulders to my hips. Oooo a back rub? Yes, please. I was completely relaxed from the gentle massage that she gave me.
“No tickling, right?” she asked.
“No tickling.”
I felt her hand come down as a sharp swat to my backside. I was startled and I moved to sit up but she put her hand in the middle of my back and pushed me back down on the bed. Her hand came down again but this time it was on the left side of my butt. I groaned deep in my throat. It felt surprisingly good. The swats fell, alternating between each side of my butt at varying speeds and strength.
“Are you going to be a good boy?”
“If not will you spank me?”
Nef slid my underwear to join my jeans and began to swat bare skin. I could feel the heat coming from her hand as she rubbed me in between the swats. I arched backward into her skillful hands. I had never been spanked like this before. It seemed like every swat sent a jolt of pleasure straight to my hardening erection. The swats were irregular. I could never tell when she was going to hit me or how hard. Her caressing hand seemed to sensitize my skin.
I could feel the tingling, stinging, almost pain from being spanked spread up my spine and throughout my body. My hips began to move along the bed, thrusting my hard on against the sheet for friction. It had been almost two weeks since Nef and I had been together and I wanted her.
“I want you.”
“No, you’re being punished. You don’t get what you want.”
A swat can down particularly hard and I cried out. Yes! My hands gripped the sheet as I struggled not to grab her. I wanted her now. How had I gotten so hard? How had I gotten so aroused?
“Please. I want you.”
“No.”
Damn it woman. I need to cum. I slid my hand under my hips to stroke my cock but she pulled it away.
“Bad Sasha.”
Her hand moved down and she began to swat the back of my thighs. The skin there was even more sensitive than on my butt. She lightly dragged her nails over the redden skin and I hissed. I needed to touch her. I need to be insider her.
“Nef,” I almost didn’t recognize the sound of my own voice. It sounded so raw and needy.
“Don’t move and don’t touch yourself.” She got off the bed and left the room. She’s leaving now?!
I squirmed on the bed, thrusting my hips harder against the bedspread. Sweet delicious friction against the underside of my cock made me groaned deep in my throat.
“I said not to move.” Nef returned with a hand towel and a bowl of something. I couldn’t tell what it was.
Nef crawled on to the bed and straddled my back facing away from me. This position was familiar. She did it every time she intended to do something particular wicked to me. She liked to tease me. She liked to tease me until I couldn’t see straight or even speak in coherent sentences.
“Grab the head board and don’t let go. Naughty boy needs to learn to listen.”
She brought her hand down swatting my butt and thighs a few more times. These were harder than before and a couple of them actually made me wince. I felt something cold and wet slide across my skin and I nearly bucked off the bed. It was a shocking contrast between the heat from the spanking and the rubbing of her hand.
“Be still,” she warned.
I tried to obey but it was hard. Hell I was hard. The ice traced over the skin of my butt and down to my thighs. The sensations made my toes curl as I tried to remain still. My body seemed to move on its on accord, squirming restlessly on the bed. The cube of ice melted against the heat of my punished skin leaving it damp. I felt her draw back and I expected her to reach for another piece of ice. She didn’t. Instead she began to spank me again.
The water from the melted ice made the sting worse and I cried out with each swat. I couldn’t bring myself to ask her to stop. It felt too good. I wanted more. The stinging pain of it made me harder, made me needier.
“Please,” I begged. I needed something, anything to make me cum.
Nef stood beside the bed and told me to turn over onto my back. I did and hissed as my weight pressed my tender backside onto the bed. My hand went to my erection again but Nef pulled it away. She pushed my hands toward the headboard and reminded me that I was supposed to be holding onto it. She straddled me across my stomach still facing away from me. She began to spank my inner thighs, inching closer and closer to my dripping erection before moving back down my legs. Please, just touch me there. I was so close to cumming without her actually touching my cock.
She reached toward the bowl and pulled out another piece of ice. I trembled uncontrollably when she trailed over my thighs. I had been babbling and whimpering, pleading with her to make me cum or to let me touch myself. The hand not holding the piece of ice traced ghosting paths over my cock and balls. The touches were so light I wasn’t completely aware of it until I felt her press a piece of ice to the head of my erection. I’m sure I screamed and thrust into her hand but my mind was so clouded with pleasure that I couldn’t focus on anything but the feel of her hands on my skin.
She rapidly stroked my cock, still pressing the ice firmly against my skin. It didn’t take long for my body to spasm as I came, letting out a hoarse scream. There were blinding, colorful lights flashing behind my eyes as an intense orgasm ripped through me.
Saturday, May 1, 2010
Chapter 17 - Mistake
NOTES: bold text indicates text messages. Italics indicates Russian Language. Bold and italics will denote Arabic.
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Sasha's POV
I hadn't talked to Nef in almost a week. We'd had a really stupid fight over the phone. She hadn't called me and I was ashamed to call her. It was my fault. I was mad that she hadn't called me and I was less than polite on the phone when I did finally talk to her. I had talked to a few of the guys after I had become increasingly moody and each one had said that it was my fault and that I over reacted.
The morning after we got back from our road trip I went out to get flowers for her. I had come up with the bright idea to surprise her with a breakfast date. When I got to her place I texted Jesse asking her to let me in. I went to Nef's room and sat down on her bed. She was curled up under the blankets with just the top of her head sticking out.
I reached my hand over to thread my fingers through her hair.
"Nef, I sorry. I over react on the phone."
The bundle on the bed shifted. There was a deep groan that couldn't belong to Nef. I pulled the blanket back and was met by the face of not my girlfriend but a guy.
"Sasha?" I heard from the door. I turned to see Nef standing there in a baggy t-shirt and bare legs.
I recoiled from the bed. I was furious. Is this why she couldn't call me? Because she was with someone else?
"You...you," I stuttered.
I threw the bouquet of flowers to the floor and stormed past her. Whore! How could I have been so stupid?
"Sasha, wait!" Nef shouted.
I reached for the front door and yanked it open. Before I could get through the door there was a large muscular arm pushing it closed. I turned and came face to face with the guy that slept in Nef's bed.
"Would you just wait?" Nef said as she stormed down the hall toward me.
"Wait? Why? For you tell me that you sleep with him? That you no call because you too busy with him? For you tell me that you a -"
"If you call my sister a whore I will beat the shit out of you," the shirtless man said.
Sister? What?
"Huh?" I said looking at Nef.
She stood next to me with her arms folded across her chest. Her right leg was shaking and she looked pissed.
"Meet Imhotep. My twin brother."
She stood next to him. Shit. They looked just a like. The same brown eyes with green specks. The same nose. The same mouth. They same curly hair.
"Twin brother?"
"Yes. I told you that I had three brother and one of them was my twin."
I rubbed my hand over my face. "I thought -"
"You thought that he was some guy I had slept with."
"Da."
"You two sit down and talk. I'm gonna go put some clothes on," Imhotep said.
We sat down on the couch. I felt like an idiot. I had over reacted again. I reached out to touch her arm and for the first time noticed the bandage on her arm
"That's from last Sunday." She went on to tell me about her her purse being snatched while she was out for Jesse's birthday and how she fell on glass only to come home and find her car stolen. She told me that she had went home with her parents for dinner and to pick up her mom's car so that she would have something to drive. She had forgotten her phone at home and then on Monday it had died. She had had a really shitty week and I topped it off by being a complete dick to her. Great Sasha. Good friggin job.
"I sorry," I said to her.
Imhotep walked out dressed in shorts and a t-shirt holding the flowers I had brought.
"Give her these and try again."
I took the flowers from him and handed them to Nef. "I am sorry. I got mad and did not think."
She took the flowers from me but she still looked mad. I was in the dog house. The very back of the dog house. I would have to grovel later. I had plans to take her out for breakfast so I told both of them to get dressed.
"We go to breakfast," I said.
While they were getting dressed I put the flowers in a vase with water and put it on the coffee table in the living room. We walked to my car and I used the remote to unlock the doors. Both Nef and Imhotep ran to the passenger side door, pushing and shoving to sit in the front seat.
"Nef, I called shot gun!"
"So! I'm older. I ride in the front."
"By 15 minutes! I called shot gun."
"There is no shot gun! I'm dating him. I get to ride in front!"
I laughed at them. My sister and I had had the same argument when we were kids.
"Kitten, tell him I get to ride in front." Nef turned to me.
"Kitten? You call him kitten?" he chuckled.
"Nef sit in front. You sit in back."
“You’re only saying that because she’s pissed at you.”
Yes. That’s right. I need to get back into her good graces so I was going to placate her in every way possible. We went to a small diner not too far away because Nef said she wanted Belgian waffles with strawberries. When we were seated at the booth I slide in beside Nef and rested my right hand on her leg. It felt good to be with her again.
“So Alex…can I call you Alex? How long have you and my sister been together?”
“A couple months.”
“Why am I just getting to meet you now?”
I looked at Nef. This was all on her.
“Didn’t want to bring him around if it wasn’t anything serious.”
“And is it serious?”
Nef looked at me to answer this one. “Da. It serious.” After the way I reacted when I saw someone else in her bed…even if it was her brother, I realized that I wanted to be the only one with her.
“Mom and dad know?”
“Ummm Mom knows that I’m seeing someone that works with the hockey club. Does she know that he’s a player? No.”
“Why?” I asked. Why not just tell them?
“Because then she would tell dad and I want to be the one to tell him. He’s not exactly going to like it.”
“Why not?”
“Nef is the only girl. His baby girl. He wants a doctor, lawyer type person for her…well he’s just not going to like anybody he didn’t pick out.”
Wonderful. I couldn’t get too upset because I knew that my parents would be the same way. Nosy and controlling parents. Everyone’s got them.
“Get on my mom’s good side,” Nef warned. “If my mom loves you then you’re safe and welcome.”
Noted: Charm her mother and all will be well.
Our waitress, a tall brunette with black pants and a white scoop neck shirt, came around to take our orders. “Hi I’m Shelley and I’ll be your server. What can I get for you this morning?” She asked smiling at me. She brushed her hand against my shoulder and squatted down beside me placing her note pad on the table. If I looked too far down I would have been looking right down her shirt.
I ordered an omelet for myself and a Belgian waffle with strawberries for Nef, leaving Imhotep to order. She barely even glanced at him. When Shelley left Imhotep said “I think she was drooling.” It wasn’t the first time something like this had happened and Nef always seemed to take it well.
“Oh! I went out with mom to the spa yesterday and she wants you to come to dinner. I told her that you were busy with work.”
“That’s not going to hold her off for too long though. Mom and Dad are going to want to meet him.”
My schedule was pretty tight until around Christmas.
“Will your family be here for Christmas?” She asked.
“Da.”
“Well that won’t work. You’ll be spending all of your free time with your family…maybe after New Year’s then?”
“Da. It will work. I Russian Orthodox, my Christmas is different.”
“What?” Both Imhotep and Nef looked at me.
“January 7th is my Christmas silly Catholic girl.” I tapped the tip of her nose. Nef’s family was Catholic.
“Oh yeah, some of the orthodox churches in Egypt celebrate on that day too,” Imhotep tapped his fingers on the table.
“So does that mean you can come to dinner on Christmas Eve?”
I nodded yes. Shelley came back with our food and said “If there is anything I can get for you let me know, kay Hun?” She placed her hand on my shoulder again and Nef’s nostrils flared. She did that when she was annoyed. It was the only outward sign of annoyance that she showed. Shelley was flirting with me but I paid it little attention.
“Okay,” I said.
When Shelley left the table I told Nef that my family wouldn’t be coming to the States until January 3 when I got back from a West Coast trip.
“Ok. I’ll tell mom and dad that you’ll be over for Christmas Eve dinner.”
“Judgment day,” Imhotep was now trying to make me nervous.
Nef kicked him under the table, “Be nice.”
I leaned in and placed a kiss on Nef’s temple. When I pulled back I saw that Shelley was once again approaching table.
“I’m so sorry,” She placed her hand over her heart. “But my younger brother is a huge caps fan. I was wondering if I could get a picture?”
“Sure, no problem.”
I stood up from the booth and took Shelley’s phone from her. I handed it to Nef and stood back away from the booth. Shelley wrapped one of her arms around my waist and pressed her body against me. Nef’s left eyebrow raised but she said nothing and took the picture. I handed the phone back to Shelley and she walked away. Once I sat back down Imhotep made a hissing sound and clawed the air with his hand.
“She’s a brave one,” Imhotep please don’t goad your sister.
“Sorry,” I apologized.
When we’d finished eating I waved to Shelley for the bill. When she returned I handed her my credit card.
“I’ll bet you that when she comes back with the receipt her number will be on it.” Nef and Imhotep were placing bets on what Shelley would do.
“No it won’t,” I said. She was a flirt but clearly I was with Nef and paid no attention to her advances.
When she returned with my card and the receipt for me to sign I opened the little black folder and saw a note scrawled across the receipt. I pulled out the one I was supposed to sign and shut the folder. Shit.
“Let me see,” Nef said trying to pull the folder from my hand.
“Nyet. It just a receipt.”
Imhotep snatched the folder from us and opened it. “Call me. Shelley. 555-555-5555.” I signed the receipt, left a tip, and left the copy of the receipt with the note in the black folder. As we walked by Shelley I wrapped an arm around Nef and handed her the keys to my car.
“You drive, baby. I tired.”
She stopped. “You want me to drive your car? Your Mercedes?”
“Da,” I smiled kissing her forehead and pulling her out the diner exit.
“You’re still in the dog house.”
Damn. Come on. It was an honest mistake. I pushed out my lower lip pouting.
“Presents work well. She likes pretty things,” Her brother said sliding into the back seat.
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Sasha's POV
I hadn't talked to Nef in almost a week. We'd had a really stupid fight over the phone. She hadn't called me and I was ashamed to call her. It was my fault. I was mad that she hadn't called me and I was less than polite on the phone when I did finally talk to her. I had talked to a few of the guys after I had become increasingly moody and each one had said that it was my fault and that I over reacted.
The morning after we got back from our road trip I went out to get flowers for her. I had come up with the bright idea to surprise her with a breakfast date. When I got to her place I texted Jesse asking her to let me in. I went to Nef's room and sat down on her bed. She was curled up under the blankets with just the top of her head sticking out.
I reached my hand over to thread my fingers through her hair.
"Nef, I sorry. I over react on the phone."
The bundle on the bed shifted. There was a deep groan that couldn't belong to Nef. I pulled the blanket back and was met by the face of not my girlfriend but a guy.
"Sasha?" I heard from the door. I turned to see Nef standing there in a baggy t-shirt and bare legs.
I recoiled from the bed. I was furious. Is this why she couldn't call me? Because she was with someone else?
"You...you," I stuttered.
I threw the bouquet of flowers to the floor and stormed past her. Whore! How could I have been so stupid?
"Sasha, wait!" Nef shouted.
I reached for the front door and yanked it open. Before I could get through the door there was a large muscular arm pushing it closed. I turned and came face to face with the guy that slept in Nef's bed.
"Would you just wait?" Nef said as she stormed down the hall toward me.
"Wait? Why? For you tell me that you sleep with him? That you no call because you too busy with him? For you tell me that you a -"
"If you call my sister a whore I will beat the shit out of you," the shirtless man said.
Sister? What?
"Huh?" I said looking at Nef.
She stood next to me with her arms folded across her chest. Her right leg was shaking and she looked pissed.
"Meet Imhotep. My twin brother."
She stood next to him. Shit. They looked just a like. The same brown eyes with green specks. The same nose. The same mouth. They same curly hair.
"Twin brother?"
"Yes. I told you that I had three brother and one of them was my twin."
I rubbed my hand over my face. "I thought -"
"You thought that he was some guy I had slept with."
"Da."
"You two sit down and talk. I'm gonna go put some clothes on," Imhotep said.
We sat down on the couch. I felt like an idiot. I had over reacted again. I reached out to touch her arm and for the first time noticed the bandage on her arm
"That's from last Sunday." She went on to tell me about her her purse being snatched while she was out for Jesse's birthday and how she fell on glass only to come home and find her car stolen. She told me that she had went home with her parents for dinner and to pick up her mom's car so that she would have something to drive. She had forgotten her phone at home and then on Monday it had died. She had had a really shitty week and I topped it off by being a complete dick to her. Great Sasha. Good friggin job.
"I sorry," I said to her.
Imhotep walked out dressed in shorts and a t-shirt holding the flowers I had brought.
"Give her these and try again."
I took the flowers from him and handed them to Nef. "I am sorry. I got mad and did not think."
She took the flowers from me but she still looked mad. I was in the dog house. The very back of the dog house. I would have to grovel later. I had plans to take her out for breakfast so I told both of them to get dressed.
"We go to breakfast," I said.
While they were getting dressed I put the flowers in a vase with water and put it on the coffee table in the living room. We walked to my car and I used the remote to unlock the doors. Both Nef and Imhotep ran to the passenger side door, pushing and shoving to sit in the front seat.
"Nef, I called shot gun!"
"So! I'm older. I ride in the front."
"By 15 minutes! I called shot gun."
"There is no shot gun! I'm dating him. I get to ride in front!"
I laughed at them. My sister and I had had the same argument when we were kids.
"Kitten, tell him I get to ride in front." Nef turned to me.
"Kitten? You call him kitten?" he chuckled.
"Nef sit in front. You sit in back."
“You’re only saying that because she’s pissed at you.”
Yes. That’s right. I need to get back into her good graces so I was going to placate her in every way possible. We went to a small diner not too far away because Nef said she wanted Belgian waffles with strawberries. When we were seated at the booth I slide in beside Nef and rested my right hand on her leg. It felt good to be with her again.
“So Alex…can I call you Alex? How long have you and my sister been together?”
“A couple months.”
“Why am I just getting to meet you now?”
I looked at Nef. This was all on her.
“Didn’t want to bring him around if it wasn’t anything serious.”
“And is it serious?”
Nef looked at me to answer this one. “Da. It serious.” After the way I reacted when I saw someone else in her bed…even if it was her brother, I realized that I wanted to be the only one with her.
“Mom and dad know?”
“Ummm Mom knows that I’m seeing someone that works with the hockey club. Does she know that he’s a player? No.”
“Why?” I asked. Why not just tell them?
“Because then she would tell dad and I want to be the one to tell him. He’s not exactly going to like it.”
“Why not?”
“Nef is the only girl. His baby girl. He wants a doctor, lawyer type person for her…well he’s just not going to like anybody he didn’t pick out.”
Wonderful. I couldn’t get too upset because I knew that my parents would be the same way. Nosy and controlling parents. Everyone’s got them.
“Get on my mom’s good side,” Nef warned. “If my mom loves you then you’re safe and welcome.”
Noted: Charm her mother and all will be well.
Our waitress, a tall brunette with black pants and a white scoop neck shirt, came around to take our orders. “Hi I’m Shelley and I’ll be your server. What can I get for you this morning?” She asked smiling at me. She brushed her hand against my shoulder and squatted down beside me placing her note pad on the table. If I looked too far down I would have been looking right down her shirt.
I ordered an omelet for myself and a Belgian waffle with strawberries for Nef, leaving Imhotep to order. She barely even glanced at him. When Shelley left Imhotep said “I think she was drooling.” It wasn’t the first time something like this had happened and Nef always seemed to take it well.
“Oh! I went out with mom to the spa yesterday and she wants you to come to dinner. I told her that you were busy with work.”
“That’s not going to hold her off for too long though. Mom and Dad are going to want to meet him.”
My schedule was pretty tight until around Christmas.
“Will your family be here for Christmas?” She asked.
“Da.”
“Well that won’t work. You’ll be spending all of your free time with your family…maybe after New Year’s then?”
“Da. It will work. I Russian Orthodox, my Christmas is different.”
“What?” Both Imhotep and Nef looked at me.
“January 7th is my Christmas silly Catholic girl.” I tapped the tip of her nose. Nef’s family was Catholic.
“Oh yeah, some of the orthodox churches in Egypt celebrate on that day too,” Imhotep tapped his fingers on the table.
“So does that mean you can come to dinner on Christmas Eve?”
I nodded yes. Shelley came back with our food and said “If there is anything I can get for you let me know, kay Hun?” She placed her hand on my shoulder again and Nef’s nostrils flared. She did that when she was annoyed. It was the only outward sign of annoyance that she showed. Shelley was flirting with me but I paid it little attention.
“Okay,” I said.
When Shelley left the table I told Nef that my family wouldn’t be coming to the States until January 3 when I got back from a West Coast trip.
“Ok. I’ll tell mom and dad that you’ll be over for Christmas Eve dinner.”
“Judgment day,” Imhotep was now trying to make me nervous.
Nef kicked him under the table, “Be nice.”
I leaned in and placed a kiss on Nef’s temple. When I pulled back I saw that Shelley was once again approaching table.
“I’m so sorry,” She placed her hand over her heart. “But my younger brother is a huge caps fan. I was wondering if I could get a picture?”
“Sure, no problem.”
I stood up from the booth and took Shelley’s phone from her. I handed it to Nef and stood back away from the booth. Shelley wrapped one of her arms around my waist and pressed her body against me. Nef’s left eyebrow raised but she said nothing and took the picture. I handed the phone back to Shelley and she walked away. Once I sat back down Imhotep made a hissing sound and clawed the air with his hand.
“She’s a brave one,” Imhotep please don’t goad your sister.
“Sorry,” I apologized.
When we’d finished eating I waved to Shelley for the bill. When she returned I handed her my credit card.
“I’ll bet you that when she comes back with the receipt her number will be on it.” Nef and Imhotep were placing bets on what Shelley would do.
“No it won’t,” I said. She was a flirt but clearly I was with Nef and paid no attention to her advances.
When she returned with my card and the receipt for me to sign I opened the little black folder and saw a note scrawled across the receipt. I pulled out the one I was supposed to sign and shut the folder. Shit.
“Let me see,” Nef said trying to pull the folder from my hand.
“Nyet. It just a receipt.”
Imhotep snatched the folder from us and opened it. “Call me. Shelley. 555-555-5555.” I signed the receipt, left a tip, and left the copy of the receipt with the note in the black folder. As we walked by Shelley I wrapped an arm around Nef and handed her the keys to my car.
“You drive, baby. I tired.”
She stopped. “You want me to drive your car? Your Mercedes?”
“Da,” I smiled kissing her forehead and pulling her out the diner exit.
“You’re still in the dog house.”
Damn. Come on. It was an honest mistake. I pushed out my lower lip pouting.
“Presents work well. She likes pretty things,” Her brother said sliding into the back seat.
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