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“My god Goody, you are unbelievable ,” you moaned into the pie made by the forward. “Truly unbelievable. This pie is unbelievable.”
“Thank you,” Goody smiled in a way that made you believe that whatever weed he smoked had permanently damaged his brain but it was the smile you fell in love with. The one with light behind it along with the dentures that had filled in the gap left by two missing teeth. “It’s my mom’s recipe.”
“Have you called her lately? Told her that you loved her and that your boyfriend loves her pie.”
“She doesn’t know about you,” Goody looked down at the apple pie between the two of you. “I just…I didn’t think this would last as long as it did.”
You weren’t the least bit offended you thought the same way, “Thought I was a one-and-done fuck? A one-night stand?”
Goody nodded. “I also didn’t think I would have a boyfriend to make this pie for.”
“You don’t have to tell your mom that your boyfriend likes the pie. You can just tell her that a friend likes your pie.”
“Well it’s called Marry Me Apple Pie so I think she would take offense to the fact that this was made for someone who wasn’t someone I was seriously considering marrying.”
“You want to marry me and you haven’t told your mom you’re dating someone?”
“Well, I did tell her that I was dating someone. Just not that I was dating a man .”
“You should probably tell your mother that you want to marry a man ,” you laughed to hide the sting of the hiddenness of your relationship. You had been in DL relationships before but you had hoped Goody had been different. “I mean…this is serious considering the implications.”
“I’m sorry for not telling her sooner that you were my boyfriend…and that I even had one at all.” Goody smiled wider as he pulled out his phone. He placed a kiss on your forehead. “And, you’re kind of right. I’ll tell her now.”
“Thank you,” a blush crept to your cheeks as he called up his mom. It was small but so many other men hadn’t even said anything about dating you to their families.
You continued to eat the pie, fantasizing about how a life with Goody might turn out. Despite the idea of caring for a man with permanent brain damage due to all the hits he took, it was a happy one. Children…if they ever transpired. One, maybe two. A house if you could afford it. An apartment if you couldn’t. Or a condo.
His eyes danced across the table for a moment. His voice was muffled as he turned around to face away from you but you could still make out a little bit of the conversation.
“Yeah, no, my boyfriend loves the pie, mom.”
You took another bite of your pie.
“Yeah mom, boyfriend…” A beat. “I don’t know what I’d call myself. I just like him.”
You tossed the paper plate into the trash and the fork into the sink.
“I never thought about it mom, I just…it wasn’t like I meant to fall in love with a guy but I did. I don’t regret it.” Another beat. Two waves of warmth headed through you. First, one of adoration. The second of what felt like horniness. “No mom, he doesn’t play hockey.” Another beat. Another wave of horniness went through you. “He’s not a puck bunny. Puck bunny is a sexist term anyhow. Women can like hockey and not want to chase our nasty tails. If I were a woman, I wouldn’t want to date my nasty ass.”
You headed to the bathroom to clean up. Something about Goody talking about you in such a sweet way made you want to fuck him against a wall. You splashed some cold water on your face to keep the feelings at bay but the warmth between your legs only grew. You would have to wait until Goody hung up the phone to get rid of this feeling. You closed the bathroom door behind you and pressed yourself against the wall, not wanting to interrupt Goody and his mom.
“Yeah mom, he treats me really well.” Goody continued. “I don’t know what else to say. He’s like…so good to me, it’s unbelievable.”
You blushed, the heat growing further between your legs.
“We met at the rink…he works there. He was working the concession stand. He did it to pay his way through college but now he’s doing it just to give back to the community.”
You sighed and reached a hand down to your sweats, your hand sliding past the barely there happy trail that only had recently begun to form.
“He double majored in English with a concentration in folklore and journalism. Works with the team now. He’s gotten a few more bums in seats.”
Your hand slid past your waistband. The praise was enough to get you off.
“Yeah, I don’t know how he ended up with a dummy like me either but I guess he sees something in me.”
You paused. He wasn’t dumb at all. He was smart as hell when he wanted to be. He just…rarely tried to use those smarts for anything other than hockey. You had heard him engage with you whenever you talked about work and it never seemed like a facade but genuine interest and a willingness to learn.
It took another beat before he spoke again, “Yes mom, I gave him the pie because I see myself marrying him.”
Your hand resumed it’s crawl past your waistband and towards your cunt.
“No, I haven’t thought as far as the proposal. I just made the pie as a tester…”
Your fingers slid past your folds.
“But I do love him enough to marry him, yes.”
You were wet enough that your fingers faced no resistance as they entered you.
“Maybe I should go propose right now. No ring, no speech, nothing…see what he says.”
You contained the moan that nearly escaped your mouth.
“Mom, we’ve been dating for nearly a year. I think that’s long enough to know if you want to marry someone.”
You pulled your fingers out then thrusted them back in, careful enough to not go to fast or alert Goody with the ungodly noises your pussy mde.
“I would introduce you two after we got engaged, you’d love him.”
Your fingers picked up the pace as you soaked in all the praise.
“Okay mom, I love you too. Goodbye.”
You continued your pace, growing closer to your climax. The shadow of Goody crossed your hooded eyes. You turned your attention towards him. A lax smile crossed your face as he leaned against the doorway.
“Now don’t start the fun without me.”