He chuckled. "Would you let me use nipple clamps on you?" he asked, nibbling on my neck.
My mind swirled. Nipple clamps? They sounded painful. What was the purpose? I stuttered, "I-I d-don't know. Would they h-hurt?"
"A little," he said. "But sometimes a great pleasure can be derived from a little pain." Tristan changed his tactics. Instead of stroking and using the natural movement of my foreskin to run his palm up and down, he gently pinched the tip of my skin and tugged on it. Tiny tugs, yet enough to stimulate the head of my cock because the foreskin hugged me all the way around my ridge, creating friction with each movement. He was using my own body to stimulate me.
I really had come to appreciate how I'd been born, no matter how many times I'd been teased for it in the past. Tristan made me feel so good about my body-foreskin and all. His thumb rubbed over my slit, teasing me one more time, and then he took my foreskin between his thumb and forefinger and pulled more aggressively.
"T-Tristan … I'm … ." I tried holding my breath. I knew Claire wasn't far away on the other side of the door. I was going to shoot any second, and I had no idea how I was going to keep from moaning. Tristan was right about that too; I liked verbalizing my pleasure.
However, Tristan also liked to shock me into silence. Sometimes he'd kiss me just as I came, so my moaning would be muted in his throat. Sometimes he would switch positions unexpectedly and make my breath hitch right as I shot. Or, like now, he covered my mouth with his large hand and shushed me. "Shhh, just let it happen. Come in my hand. I won't let your spunk get on your nice pants."
Without a word or a sound, I sucked in a long breath through my nose as I bit my lip and convulsed, stomach muscles tightening and spurts of semen emptying onto Tristan's hand.
"Hey, Dad?" Claire called from the other side of the door, causing me to jump in his arms. "Dad? I think a truck pulled into the driveway." She knocked, yet my brain was so completely fogged by Tristan's unexpected handjob I couldn't even react. He had completely ruined me with those tiny little movements.
He called back, "I'll be right there, sweetness." He whispered in my ear, "Don't move." He released my mouth and carefully turned me around. He went down on his knees and licked me thoroughly before tucking me back into my pants. I helped retuck my shirt since only one of his hands was clean and dry. Tristan stood and smirked at me. "Sorry about that. I know how you feel about sex in the house when Claire's here, but I couldn't help myself. I really like this shirt."
I swallowed and sighed. I could hardly regain my breath, but I had just enough strength to retort, "No sex while Claire's home is your rule."
Tristan broke out in a full-on belly laugh. "Oh how I love you, princess." He winked, and I giggled.
"Dad?" Claire called again. "Are you coming out, or are you doing what you said you'd never do and I shouldn't ask you about?"
His expression changed quickly. He asked me, "Do I look okay? I don't have cum on my face, do I?"
I snorted. "No."
He opened the door immediately and addressed his daughter, holding his messy hand out of her view. "No, Claire. Grant was nervous about our first party, and I was calming his nerves. How do you like his flower?"
"It's called a boutonniere, Dad. It looks really nice. Did you pick it out?"
"He did," I said.
"I'm impressed. It matches Grant's shirt perfectly. Anyway," Claire said, pointing behind her, "Kirsty and Danny are here. And a girl named Jessica. I just wanted to know if you needed me to do anything to help, or if I can play that dance game you bought for me with my friends?"
I told her, "Go talk with your friends. I'll grab the game from the closet and set it up. I need to talk to Tristan for one more second, okay?"
"Okay," she answered politely, closing the bedroom door before she left us.
Tristan gave me an inquisitive look. I took ahold of Tristan's arm and brought his gooey hand back around from behind his back. "What are you … ?" he started to ask.
I swirled my index finger in the spunk and scooped up a generous glob. I gazed into his eyes as I dipped that same finger into my mouth and sucked the juices off. Tristan groaned as his eyes turned fierce. "You enjoy playing with fire, don't you?"
I giggled wickedly. "Yes, I think I do." I bounced over to the door and opened it, turning back to grin at him. "Can you make sure there's a fresh hand towel in our bathroom in case anyone uses it?"
He chuckled. "You're evil. And yes I will."
"Thank you," I said, smiling happily. I left him to get cleaned up and met Jessica in the living room. I greeted her with a big hug. This open house party was going to be amazing.
SOMETIME LATER, I heard another knock on the door as I opened the oven. "Tristan, can you answer the door? I'm warming another batch of cheese puffs and spinach bites." I placed the tray in the oven and shut it. I sniffed my fingers and detected cheddar cheese and garlic.
"Sure, I'll get it, but why do you do that?" Tristan asked, as he headed slowly toward the door.
"Do what?"
"Smell your fingers. I've noticed you do it all the time, especially when you cook."
Claire added, "And when you use the orange ginger soap in Dad's bathroom."
I shrugged. "I have a thing for smells, what can I say? We all have vices, right, Tristan?"
He chuckled and then reached for the doorknob. I knew he knew exactly what I meant. He hadn't gotten the full explanation of why I liked soap scents so much, but I wasn't sure my reasons still held. I wasn't the same person he'd met in September.
Danny strolled into the kitchen. "Do you have any more lemons? Kirsty said you're all out, and she wanted one for her iced tea."
"Oh, yeah, let me cut up more." I went to the fridge and took out two more lemons. "I didn't think we'd go through so many lemon wedges."
Danny leaned on the other side of the breakfast bar as watched me. "Yeah, the girls thought it was fancy to put the lemon wedges in their drinks, so you ran out pretty fast."
"Hey, Grant," Tristan called from the open doorway. "I think you need to answer this."
I glanced over in midslice. "Really?"
"Yeah," he said, giving me a wink and a tilt of his head.
I exhaled and handed the knife to Danny. "Can you finish this for me?"
"Sure."
Danny came around to my side of the counter, and I went to see what was so pressing at the door that Tristan needed me to answer it. He stepped aside, and I pulled the door wide. The person standing on the other side of the threshold was … "Mel?"
He grinned and gestured to the girl at his left. "Grant, this is Cindy. Cindy, this is my best friend, Grant."
I could not have been happier in my life about throwing a party.
Chapter 17: Psychos, Rednecks, And My Not So Traditional Happy Ending
THE PARTY went on for a few hours. Tristan's mom and brother stopped by and raved about how wonderful the place looked. His mother told me how happy she was that Tristan had finally found the right person to spend his life with and wanted to make sure I knew she considered me family. I could have cried.
My mom stopped by and really got along well with Tristan's mom. She invited her to play mah-jongg one Sunday and asked if she'd like to go to lunch. I hadn't seen my mother so congenial in a long while. It made me feel good. All of our friends seemed happy and contented, talking, eating, and laughing.
Claire and her friends put on her favorite dance video game, and to my surprise, Wes, Will, and Jessica joined in. They took turns, as the living room floor only had so much room for people to line up and mimic the dance moves on the TV screen, but it was fun for everyone to watch.
I was sad when the guests started to leave.
"I had so much fun, Grant," Jessica said, standing by the door getting ready to leave. "You'll have to throw another party soon."
"I agree," Wes said, coming up behind Jessica. "I had a great time." He grinned at Jessica, and she blushed.
"Wait," I said, narrowing my eyes as their subtle nervousness gave away more than they realized. "Are you … ? Is this … ?"
Jessica blushed again and looked down.
"No way!" I said.
Wes smirked. "I told you I had a great time. Now if you don't mind, I'd like to walk this lovely lady to her car." He placed his hands on her arms, and she giggled.