Chasing Vivi(57)

We shower and dress, although we do take some time for a short shower  fuck. We've decided it's impossible for us not to do that when we're in  there together. While I'm finishing getting dressed, he calls for his  car to be brought out. He's driving today since his driver has the day  off.

"I've never even asked if you own a car," I say, on the way down in the elevator.

"I do, but I don't drive much in the city."

We walk out and there's a black fancy Mercedes waiting on us. It must be  the top of the line because it has every bell and whistle imaginable.  Not knowing a whole lot about cars, all I know is the dashboard looks  like something you'd see on a spaceship. The seats are the most  comfortable things ever that I could instantly take a nap if we were  going on a road trip.

"Nice wheels," I casually mention.

"You want one?"         

     



 

"One what?"

"A car like this?" he asks.

Is he crazy? "No! What would I do with it?"

"Drive it around."

"Where?"

He shrugs. "Let me know if you change your mind."

"You're a nut."

On the way out to his grandparents, it starts to snow. "Look, Prescott. It's snowing on Christmas Day."

"It's nice, yeah?"

"Super nice. I've never had a white Christmas before." I think about how  Dad would promise one every year and then I'd wake up to nothing. He'd  offer me a box of confectioner's sugar and tell me to sprinkle it on the  grass. One year I tried it but ended up with a sticky mess. He laughed  at me and I stuck my tongue out at him.

"What are you thinking about over there?"

I tell Prescott the story and he chuckles. "You would've needed a lot more than that little box."

"Yeah, well, I didn't know that."

By the time we get to the Whitworths', the ground is dusted in white  powder. I'm way too excited for this little amount, but glad I'm wearing  my new coat. Prescott helps me out of the car and we carry our gifts  inside. When I asked him what he bought Grand, he wouldn't say. Whatever  it is, it's in a gigantic box.

They greet us in the foyer with no amount of hugs to spare. Then we're  ushered into a sitting room for warm cider, spiked coffee, or our  beverage of choice. Soon, Prescott scurries me off for a tour of the  large estate.

Room after room and my head swims. The upstairs is where all the  bedrooms are located, six of them-each with their own elaborate  bathroom-and then the main floor has a huge living area and several  smaller sitting rooms, an office for Samuel, a sunroom, a massive  kitchen, and dining room. It's simply an enormous mansion.

"Did you grow up in a house this large?" I ask.

"Yeah. It's not too far from here." His pupils shrink in size at my question.

"What is it?"

"Nothing. Just bad memories from last Christmas."

Taking hold of his hand, I say, "Sorry. I shouldn't have brought it up."

We walk back into the sitting room where the Whitworths wait for us.

"This Christmas will be much better than last, right?" Prescott says.

"Don't bring that up," Sara says.

"Son, have you given any thought to what you're going to do about the house?" Samuel asks.

"Yeah, I think I'll talk to him about it after the holidays."

I remain quiet during this, because it's not something I care to be involved in.

"How do you think he'll handle it?" Sara asks.

Prescott laughs bitterly. "Not too well." Then he glances at me and  says, "My father won't be happy about the house he lives in. He still  thinks it's his."

"Ouch."

"That about sums it up pretty accurately." Then he switches gears and  suggests we exchange gifts. Sara thinks it's a great idea and so do I.  Maybe it'll get his mind off his dad.

"Why don't you let Sara go first," I say.

"Great idea." He carries the boxes that are hers and hands her the small  one first. It's the one from me. "These are from the two of us," he  says.

She unwraps the first, and it's a blue printed silk scarf. The colors in  it reminded me of her eyes. "Ooh, this is lovely. And you know, dear,  scarves are an elderly woman's best friend." She holds it up to her neck  to indicate why.

"That's not why I picked that one out for you. It reminded me of your eyes."

"Goodness, aren't you sweet," she says. She wraps it around her neck and says, "Yes, and see how it covers all the wrinkles?"

"You're crazy. It looks lovely on you," I say. And it does with her silvery white hair.

"Grand, open the next one. That great big one."

"I don't think I can lift it."

Prescott runs over to put it on her lap.

"Good Lord, what's in here? Bricks?"

"I hope not," he says.

She unwraps it and sees the Saks box. I wonder if he bought her a coat too.

When she pulls it out of the box, I nearly tumble out of my chair. It's a full-length, cream-colored fur coat.

"Well, my goodness, look at this, Sam. Prescott and Vivienne bought me a new fur coat."

Vivienne had nothing to do with that. That would cost me a year's salary. Well, maybe not, but damn.

Sara admires it and asks, "Is it mink?"

"Mink and sable, Grand."

"It's lovely. Thank you. I'll wear it often because you know how I absolutely freeze all the time."         

     



 

"That's why we got it for you," Prescott says.

It is? Good to know.

She moves on to the last box, which turns out to be a sweater. What a  letdown after the fur coat. Even I'm disappointed, and it's not my  present.

Now it's Samuel's turn. I'm still stuck on the fur coat. I want to roll  around on it. I wonder if she'd mind. Maybe I could borrow it for a day  or something, just to sleep in.

I hand him the box I brought. It seems so insignificant now I'm almost  ashamed to give it to him. But he smiles warmly and is so gracious as he  accepts it.

When he opens it, Sara exclaims, "You must wear that when I wear my scarf, Samuel. It's so lovely."

It's a blue tie in a print that closely matches the scarf I gave her.

"Oh, it's wonderful, Vivi. Thank you. I have quite an addiction to ties."

"So I've heard. I'm glad you like it," I say.

Then he opens his gift from Prescott.

"Thank you, son. I needed a new coat. And Burberry is my favorite."

Must be the year of the coat. I wonder if Prescott needs another coat.  He has that expensive cashmere dress coat. I used to envy him when he  wore it into the coffee shop. Maybe he'd like another one.

"Isn't it, Vivi?"

"Sorry, what?"

"I was saying that Granddad's new coat looks very dapper on him."

"Oh, absolutely. You look like you stepped off the pages of a men's magazine."

He keeps on and on about his new slippers. He's really digging those.  Does Prescott wear slippers or is that something older men prefer? I  hate to say it, but I never paid attention. All I know is his feet are  super sexy.

How do I know this? I've checked them out in the shower when I'm bent  over holding my ankles as he's fucking me. Oh, shit. Why did I have to  go there? Now I've done it. One thought and my sex has just fired up.  Bam. Turn Vivi on, just like that. My clit nearly throbs and my pussy  aches for his tongue and penis.

"Vivi? Did you hear Grand?"

"Oh, sorry." My face heats with the flush of desire and guilt for not  paying attention to my surroundings and only my horniness. "What did you  ask?"

"Grand wanted to know what I got you for Christmas."

"Oh!" An enormous grin takes over my expression and I show her my wrist,  or more specifically, what's wrapped around it. "Prescott spoiled me.  He was way too good to me this year."

Sara takes my arm to get a better look.

"It's quite beautiful, exactly like its new owner."

"Thank you, ma'am. What a kind thing to say."

"Vivi, did you wear the necklace?"

"Goodness, no. I'm afraid I'll lose it."

"That's what insurance is for," Prescott says. "Wear it."

"But it's so  …  diamondy."

His grandmother speaks up, "Tell me about it."

I describe it down to the last detail and she agrees it may be too fancy for everyday wear.

"Fine. But when you do wear it, I don't want you to be afraid of losing it."

That'll happen when pigs fly.

"Oh, but, Sara, he also got me the coat I wore today and a Canada goose coat, because I'm always cold, too."

"Wonderful. It's nice to know my grandson is so thoughtful."

"He's very thoughtful," I say, smiling at the subject of our discussion.

"Sam, get Vivienne her present," Sara says.

Sam hands me a small box. I'm pretty sure it's jewelry. I open it and  inside is a gorgeous necklace, not a fancy one like Prescott bought me,  but a simple chain and pendant. It appears to be silver, but knowing the  Whitworths, I'd imagine it's platinum.

"How pretty. Thank you."

Prescott puts it on me and I move in front of a mirror to see how it  looks. Then I run to hug each of them, because I didn't expect anything  like this.