Olivia dragged me by the hand out into the main portion of the apartment. I was trying to smooth my hair down. The last thing I wanted was her housekeeper to catch on and notice my wild sex hair. I was sure the house keeper wasn\u2019t a total idiot, and would tell her dad that I\u2019d deflowered his daughter. Again.<\/p>\n
\u201cHi, Hilda!\u201d Olivia chirped sweetly. \u201cMerry Christmas!\u201d she dropped my hand and hugged her. It was a sightly awkward hug.<\/p>\n
Hilda was short and round, with dark hair. Her hair was stark straight, and pulled back into a sloppy pony tail.<\/p>\n
\u201cMerry Christmas, Olivia.\u201d Hilda said as if she hadn\u2019t realized what day it was.<\/p>\n
She smiled sweetly. \u201cI got you a gift. It\u2019s right here. I hope you like it.\u201d She said. She retrieved a neatly wrapped box from the pantry, surrendering it to the house keeper.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m sure I will.\u201d she insisted. \u201cChild, you didn\u2019t have to get me anything.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know, I just realize how hard you work around here, keeping the place clean and everything. I wanted to get you a little something.\u201d Olivia shrugged lightly.<\/p>\n
She finally seemed to notice that I was standing there awkwardly.<\/p>\n
Olivia turned to me and smiled. \u201cHilda, this is Isaac. Isaac, this is Hilda.\u201d She said politely.<\/p>\n
\u201cUh-huh, so you\u2019re the boy she\u2019s been spending all of her time with.\u201d She said, looking me up and down. She finally smiled at me, a warm and gentle smile. \u201cNice to meet you, sir.\u201d<\/p>\n
I swallowed thickly and extended my good hand. \u201cErr\u2026 likewise.\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
I\u2019d never met a house keeper before.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ve been spending most of the holidays with his family.\u201d Olivia said. \u201cThey were gracious enough to invite me for dinner.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s great.\u201d Hilda nodded.<\/p>\n
The house keeper nodded. \u201cThat\u2019s wonderful, Child. Your father called and asked me to come in today to make sure that the house was clean and everything for you. He\u2019s doubling my wages, which is nice. I could kind of use the money. My oldest boy will be trying to get into college soon. I pray every day he gets a scholarship.\u201d The house keeper sighed, placing her cleaning supplies on the counter island.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, Hilda, thank you. But I\u2019m heading back over to Isaac\u2019s house. I think you should be home with your family, on today of all days.\u201d She smiled warmly. \u201cI\u2019m sorry you came all this way, but go on home and be with your family. I\u2019ll make sure that dad pays you for the time you would have been here. And I\u2019ll tell him not to work you so hard.\u201d Olivia smiled sweetly.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, bless your heart, child.\u201d Hilda sighed sweetly. \u201cThank you so much.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAny time.\u201d Olivia smiled and turned to me. \u201cWe should get back to Isaac\u2019s house, I want to help with dinner and whatever I can.\u201d She smiled at me.<\/p>\n
The house keeper said her goodbyes and left us, bringing her supplies and the gift Olivia had got her.<\/p>\n
I let out the breath I\u2019d been holding. \u201cWhew, that was kind of close.\u201d I shoved my hair from my forehead.<\/p>\n
Olivia\u2019s eyes widened suddenly.\u201d Isaac!\u201d She gasped, grasping my wounded hand. \u201cWe\u2019ve ripped your stitches!\u201d She gasped. She grabbed a wad of paper towel from the counter and pressed it to my hand to stop the bleeding.<\/p>\n
I hadn\u2019t even noticed, I\u2019d been too preoccupied to even notice that my hand was bleeding.<\/p>\n
\u201cLiv, it\u2019s fine.\u201d I insisted.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe need to get the stitches fixed.\u201d She insisted.<\/p>\n
I shrugged. \u201cIt\u2019s not that bad. I probably didn\u2019t even need them.\u201d<\/p>\n
Olivia sighed. \u201cI\u2019m sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat are you apologizing for?\u201d I asked. \u201cI\u2019m the one who couldn\u2019t keep my hands off you.\u201d I smirked.<\/p>\n
Olivia shot me a worried expression. \u201cI\u2019m the one who jumped you.\u201d<\/p>\n
I shrugged. \u201cWell, it was entirely worth it.\u201d I insisted.<\/p>\n
Olivia sighed. \u201cWe should go to your parent\u2019s house. I\u2019m sure they\u2019re wondering where we are.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, right.\u201d I mused.<\/p>\n
I followed Olivia to the elevator and once the doors closed behind us, I wrapped my arms around her, placing both my hands on her perfect ass.<\/p>\n
Olivia burst into laughter, arching against me and playfully shoving my hands away.<\/p>\n
\u201cAww, come on.\u201d I pouted. \u201cYou\u2019re not going to turn down a bleeding guy are you?\u201d<\/p>\n
Olivia shook her head. \u201cYou\u2019re insane.\u201d She mused. \u201cBut maybe later.\u201d She smiled, standing on her toes and kissing me lightly.<\/p>\n
I sighed. \u201cI guess I\u2019ll settle for that.\u201d I shrugged.<\/p>\n
The elevator doors opened and I followed Olivia to her car. I climbed into the passenger\u2019s seat.<\/p>\n
Olivia started the car and drove from the parking garage.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour housekeeper seems alright.\u201d I mused.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re saying that because we got lucky my dad didn\u2019t catch us. But it\u2019s a good thing it wasn\u2019t my dad and he didn\u2019t catch you in bed with his only daughter. He would have killed us both.\u201d She shuddered.<\/p>\n
I smirked. \u201cWell, at least you would have died happy\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
Olivia laughed. \u201cAlright, I\u2019ll give you that.\u201d She sighed softly. \u201cMy dad is a man of few words. He must be the only person in the world working on Christmas day.\u201d<\/p>\n
I kept my mouth shut, but I couldn\u2019t actually blame him. If I had the choice, I would rather be doing anything other than spending time with my family.<\/p>\n
Olivia paused at a stop sign and turned the corner, glancing in my direction. \u201cHow\u2019s your hand?\u201d She asked.<\/p>\n
To be honest, I\u2019d forgotten about it. I removed the paper towel and clenched my hand into an easy fist. The first two knuckles that withstood the worst of the damage popped back open and oozed blood again. I started picking at the stitches that were hanging out, drawing them back through the skin and placing them on the paper towel.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat are you doing?\u201d Olivia demanded in alarm. \u201cStop picking at it!\u201d She scolded.<\/p>\n
I shrugged. \u201cI\u2019m going to have a huge scar anyway, the stitches are pretty much useless anyway.\u201d<\/p>\n
Olivia sighed. \u201cThat\u2019s not the point. The point is you\u2019ll get it infected and it will never heal properly.\u201d<\/p>\n
I sighed and dropped my hand back into my lap, covering the cuts with the paper towel. \u201cWhat would I ever do without you to take care of me?\u201d<\/p>\n
Olivia laughed sweetly. \u201cI honestly don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
She pulled the car into the driveway behind my mom\u2019s van and shifted the car into park. I climbed out of the passenger\u2019s side and shut the door behind me. I met Olivia at the front of the vehicle and took her hand with my free one.<\/p>\n
She smiled at me, sweetly. \u201cIt\u2019s such a beautiful day. I guess it seems fitting since it is Christmas day.\u201d She mused, glancing around.<\/p>\n
The sun was shining brightly, and the snow was sparkling. She was right.<\/p>\n
I led the way up the stairs and opened the front door. I helped Olivia out of her coat and hung it in the closet with mine. I noticed finally that she was wearing the pretty green scarf I\u2019d got her for Christmas.<\/p>\n
It matched her eyes; something I didn\u2019t even think about when I picked it out.<\/p>\n
She neatly stacked her boots next to the others in the entry and took my hand again, leading me into the living room.<\/p>\n
My brothers were playing with the new remote controlled cars that they\u2019d gotten for Christmas. My dad was sitting in his usual arm chair, reading the instructions. I was sure my dad would be playing with them eventually.<\/p>\n
\u201cHi,\u201d Olivia said sweetly.<\/p>\n
\u201cHello, merry Christmas,\u201d My dad smiled warmly. \u201cHow are things at home?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGood.\u201d Olivia replied. \u201cWe saw my dad, and wished him a merry Christmas too.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, is he home? Perhaps he could come for Christmas dinner too. There\u2019s still plenty of room, and no one should be alone on Christmas.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at my dad like he was crazy. Sure we had plenty of food and everything but there was absolutely no way we could fit another person in this house without it exploding in protest.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, thank you for the offer.\u201d Olivia began, smiling politely. \u201cBut he said he was only home long enough to shower and change, then he was going back to the office. He said he\u2019s got a sequestered jury right now.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, that\u2019s terrible. I\u2019d hate to be part of a sequestered jury over the holidays. It must be terrible to be away from their families.\u201d Dad frowned.<\/p>\n
Again I wanted to say that I would have been fine spending the holidays with complete strangers instead of my crazy-ass family.<\/p>\n
I moved my arm around Olivia, anxious to go somewhere else. My dad and my brothers were fairly close, they were almost like friends. My dad could be the parent when he needed to be, but most of the time he was like another brother to my brothers. It was like a clique I didn\u2019t belong to.<\/p>\n
I lightly rubbed Olivia\u2019s lower back distractedly. I was hoping Olivia might get the hint and want to go somewhere else. Someplace where we could be alone.<\/p>\n
Olivia looked up at me and smiled lightly. \u201cYou know, I think I might see if your mom needs help.\u201d She offered.<\/p>\n
I nodded. \u201cOkay.\u201d I paused for a brief moment. Did I want to go into the kitchen with my mom and girlfriend or did I want to hang out with my brothers and my dad?<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll go with you.\u201d I said quickly.<\/p>\n
Olivia smiled lightly.<\/p>\n
I followed her into the kitchen.<\/p>\n
\u201cOlivia, sweetie!\u201d Mom beamed. She crossed the room and hugged Olivia lightly. \u201cSo glad you came back.\u201d<\/p>\n
Olivia laughed softly. \u201cOf course I came back.\u201d She insisted. \u201cI\u2019ve been having such a wonderful time here in Tulsa.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, that\u2019s great, sweetheart!\u201d Mom smiled. \u201cWe\u2019re definitely glad to have you. I think I\u2019d be lost without you. It comes in handy to have an extra set of hands.\u201d<\/p>\n
Olivia laughed softly. \u201cHmm, well in that case maybe I should move in with my dad permanently.\u201d<\/p>\n
Both Olivia and mom laughed, but I was excited for it. I kind of hoped she would stay in Tulsa so I could be with her all the time, even when I wasn\u2019t at school.<\/p>\n
\u201cIs there anything I can help you with?\u201d Olivia asked eagerly.<\/p>\n
\u201cSure, honey. I need a hand peeling potatoes\u2026 and I have some vegetables to cut up and get ready.\u201d<\/p>\n
I plopped down at the small round table in the corner of the kitchen. \u201cI can peel potatoes if you want.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mom gaped at me with wide eyes. \u201cYou can peel potatoes?\u201d She asked in disbelief.<\/p>\n
I shrugged. \u201cIt can\u2019t be that hard.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll help.\u201d Olivia offered, smiling. I stood and picked up the bag of potatoes and grabbed two knives from the drawer.<\/p>\n
Olivia filled a large pot with water and began to bring it to the table. I met her and carried the pot the remainder of the way to the table.<\/p>\n
\u201cWash your hands.\u201d Olivia chided with a smile.<\/p>\n
I rolled my eyes. \u201cFine.\u201d<\/p>\n
We stood together at the kitchen sink, washing our hands. She smiled and playfully splashed water on my arms.<\/p>\n
I laughed and shook my head. I handed her the towel and she dried her hands first. I dried mine and followed her back to the table.<\/p>\n
I pulled out a chair for Olivia and she plopped down with a small knife. She opened the bag and started peeling the first potato.<\/p>\n
I watched Olivia carefully, watching how she did it.<\/p>\n
She turned to my mother. \u201cAre you mashing the potatoes or are you boiling them?\u201d She asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cI usually mash them, but whatever way you want to do them it\u2019s fine.\u201d Mom offered.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, mashed is perfect.\u201d Olivia insisted. \u201cI was just asking because if the potatoes are mashed, then they don\u2019t have to be cut perfectly.\u201d She smiled at me.<\/p>\n
I watched her cut the potato in half then quarter it. She cut the pieces slightly smaller and placed them in the pot.<\/p>\n
I picked up a potato and copied what Olivia was doing.<\/p>\n
After peeling and cutting a few potatoes, I paused, watching Olivia work. I reached into the pot of potatoes and popped a piece into my mouth.<\/p>\n
Olivia gaped at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d I shrugged, chewing the raw potato.<\/p>\n
Before my mom even had a chance to scold me for talking with my mouth full Olivia swatted my hand before I could grab another handful.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t eat that!\u201d She scolded. \u201cThat\u2019s gross! It\u2019s a raw potato!\u201d She made a face.<\/p>\n
I raised one eyebrow. \u201cReally? Really? You\u2019re going to tell me that something I\u2019m eating is gross?\u201d I teased. \u201cI think you\u2019re the queen of strange food.\u201d<\/p>\n
Olivia\u2019s jaw dropped. I could still see the smile on her lips, and I knew she was kidding.<\/p>\n
\u201cExcuse me? Surely you aren\u2019t thinking of me, the person who thinks pizza and coke are a well balanced meal\u2026\u201d She teased.<\/p>\n
\u201cWell that\u2019s kind of the pot calling the kettle a carnivore, isn\u2019t it?\u201d I teased.<\/p>\n
Olivia scoffed and before she could say anything, I leaned forward and lightly kissed her. A faint rose colored her cheeks.<\/p>\n
Olivia sighed. \u201cOkay, then. Apology accepted.\u201d<\/p>\n