I told you my parents would adore you, CJ texted.What did they say? I asked in a text response.Well, my mom said you are delightful. Honestly never even heard her use that word before. Tell her I said she’s delightful too! Your dad give you any more lectures about my age?No, CJ answered. He just said you seem like a 22-year-old with 16-year-old skin. LOLWell, YOU are the one who commissioned that dress. Had to know my “skin” was gonna be on display up top. HahahahaI make no apologies, CJ texted, attaching a smiling face emoji. Got plans for Sunday?My dad usually likes to take me to brunch, but I can cancel.No, CJ replied. I wouldn’t want to mess that up. Maybe see you after?Sure!!I like that CJ showed respect for my dad’s time with me, but it wasn’t fun having to wait a few days to see him again. CJ had told his family that we were “serious”. Why he might have made it a point to tell me that turned me inside out. Of course, I had imagined a real relationship with CJ, but I had been reluctant to gather any feelings around it. Blowjobs are a powerful thing, I laughed to myself.After my Sunday brunch with Daddy, I drove over to CJ’s house. When I pulled up, CJ was talking to another guy by his car. As requested, I wore the camouflage leggings, tank and boots. I had been a little nervous about whatever activity CJ had planned. But I trusted him completely.”Heather, this is Beard,” CJ introduced.”Hey, Heather!” Beard beamed, offering me a hug. “Really great to meet you!””He’s a hugger. I should have warned you,” CJ laughed.Beard was several inches shorter than CJ but still quite a bit taller than me. Very stocky, but not fat. Both of them had on tactical shorts and boots, with dry-fit shirts. The other vehicle on the parking pad, a black Hummer, must have been Beard’s. “Had to see for myself, bro!” Beard laughed. “Yep, she’s real. And hot, just like you said.”I could tell Beard was trying to embarrass CJ, but that wasn’t likely to Bostancı Escort happen. CJ just smiled and nodded in agreement. I felt a little bit like a piece of meat, albeit delicious meat. But who can be upset about a guy referring to me as HOT? I reminded myself. I laughed and gave CJ a big kiss.”OK, you two. Let’s get moving,” Beard commanded.”So, where are we going?” I asked, getting into the back of Beard’s big SUV.CJ climbed in next to me and said, “Have you ever heard of a ropes course?”I shook my head, “No.””Well, it’s a lot of fun. Climbing, repelling, zip lines…” CJ started.”REALLY dangerous stuff, Heather,” Beard added seriously.”Don’t listen to him,” CJ laughed, reassuring me. “Beard is a licensed trainer for the course, and nobody gets hurt. We’ve got the place to ourselves today.”It all sounded really exciting in the car. But seeing the obstacles and challenges of the course was pretty scary. I was convinced this whole thing was Beard’s idea, giving him an excuse to touch just about every inch of my body. I had never been fitted for a repelling harness, so naturally, I didn’t question it. Sure seemed like a lot of gratuitous handling of my body, though. If grabbing my tits and ass keeps me from falling to my death, then grab away, I giggled to myself.I loved climbing the rope ladders, using muscles I had forgotten I even had. And all the repelling was an absolute rush! I did the wall a few times, then impressed the guys by repelling down the “Hell Hole.” Without a wall to kick off, I had to control my own descent… straight down. My muscles burned, but it was so much fun!”You know, you were right. The guys from the shop would have loved this,” I told CJ, smiling.”Well, I thought you should do it first, without them,” CJ said. “Beard will never let anyone do something foolish out here, and I knew you’d be safe. But you really do need to be focused, and I thought you might be Bostancı Escort Bayan nervous enough without them giving you a hard time.””Ohhh! You are so right!” I complimented CJ. I was starving by the time we shed all that safety gear and headed back to Beard’s car. Thankfully CJ suggested picking up some Chinese food as we made our way back to Shale Rock. “You did great out there today, Heather!” Beard told me. “Really held your own.””Thank you, Beard!” I replied. “You know, CJ never told me why they call you ‘Beard’. I was expecting you to actually have a beard,” I laughed.”Ah. It’s just a stupid—” Beard started before CJ interrupted. “Don’t listen to him, Baby!” CJ started, laughing. “This is MY story to tell. When we were in high school, Beard—Brent—tried to grow a beard. He was so proud of it.””Ohhh! You exaggerate!” Beard cut in.”No. Not exaggerating! He bragged about it. And we all told him how great it looked,” CJ went on, both of them laughing. “The thing was all blotchy and gnarly, but we kept complimenting it. And he kept growing it out. Finally, one day he pissed his girlfriend off, and she told him how stupid his beard looked.” Beard’s face was bright red as he shook his head, remembering that moment.”I don’t think I could be that cruel to you now, man,” CJ admitted, still laughing. “But we were pretty callus back then.”I listened to CJ tell me the whole story, but my brain dropped a little bookmark when he called me “Baby”. He said it so casually, yet we had never used cute terms of endearment like that. CJ is a guy who chooses his words carefully, so I think that was a clever way for him to introduce me to it. It was like CJ was reading my mind when he finished his story about Beard, then took my hand in his, smiling big at me.Beard gave me another huge hug, lifting me off the ground as he said goodbye. Once again, I got the impression that his over-the-top friendliness Escort Bostancı was a bit provocative. CJ is comfortable enough in his own skin not to give any air to the idea, though. I am fluent in the language of flirting. But maybe Beard really is that affable. CJ and I sat at his dining room table, eating our Chinese food and recalling the events of our afternoon. I was exhausted, but I liked the workout. What a cool thing to be able to do on a Sunday afternoon, I thought.”Swim?” I heard CJ offer, pulling me out of my thoughts.”Ohhh,” I moaned. “You read my mind, Babydoll,” blessing CJ with a smile and a sweet term of endearment of my own.”I can get your clothes laundered while we swim, OK?””Oh my God,” I answered. “Yes! I was just thinking about how I wouldn’t want to put those things back on after I was out of them,” I finished, giggling.”Maybe I can take you shopping sometime… get you some things for when you’re here.””Am I going to be here a lot, CJ?” I asked. I was thinking about it, so I reckoned it was time for us to both show our hands. Whatever THIS is, I want to know.CJ finished his wine and said, “I hope so. If you’re comfortable being here.””Yes. Sorry. I AM comfortable here,” I tried to clarify. “I just don’t know… what…” I trailed off, shaking my head and hoping for an interruption from CJ that didn’t come. “Are we?” I started, not really sure what word to put next to “we”.”Dating?” CJ offered soberly. “Going out? Boyfriend / Girlfriend? Sweethearts?” he finished lightheartedly. I nodded, raising my eyebrows, validating CJ’s surmise.”You are all I can think about. Beard and I have done that ropes course a lot. And we always have a great time. But I didn’t want to go back out there without you.””God, you’re so sweet!” I smiled. “I think you may have just given me a cavity!””I do catch myself making plans for us that aren’t always reasonable, but I know whatever I’m doing would be more enjoyable… with you.””So… Creighton Benson is my boyfriend now,” I joked, walking over to CJ and toasting him with my wine glass.”To whom it may concern, yes,” he replied, standing. “My friends and family know me well enough to figure that out… without me putting that badge on you,” CJ laughed and brought his lips to mine.