Take Me, Tom Pt. 41-45

Okay. Thanks for indulging me through this saga. Yep, they're back. At lat. The dynamic will change now. Some may like the direction, others not so much.
As always, a special thanks to Paolo for his support and comments and Kenjisato for his unstinting help with all these damn 'returns'. Asa special thanks, I'll throw in some aliens somewhere! Thanks to you, the readers. I have been remiss in responding but I do appreciate your comments. The constructive ones. that is.
Chapter 41
Sunday
Lunch with friends
We woke not too early, which was terrible! We had a lot to do before people began arriving.
Chrissie's hair was all over the place, gently kinked and wavy from her braiding last night. She couldn't have looked more desirable. That wildness with hair had always appealed to me. God knows why!
My fingers, as usual, gently swept through her tangled ringlets. Chrissie slowly woke, her eyes opening and smiling at my attention.
"Morning, darling," I whispered.
"Morning to you, handsome man," she sighed, slowly coming out of her slumber.
"I love your hair the morning after you braid it, Chrissie," I said. "I could, so do you right now!"
"That's because you're creepy and a perv," she giggled. "And sorry, my foo-foo has had it for a while."
"Probably a perv, yeah," I smirked. "Foo-foo? Where did that come from?" I laughed, raucously.
"Dunno. I just came out," she laughed. "I was going to say 'pussy', but foo-foo came out instead. Anyway, no matter what you call it, you aren't getting it...yet, okay?"
I grabbed her hair tautly, and pulled it.
"Later then, darling," I whispered, and leaned in and kissed her.
Chrissie moved over, and, seductively, laid on my chest, her shock of hair deliriously
in my face. I felt she did this on purpose. I breathed in the scent of her hair, the strands tickling my face in the nicest possible way. We laid together for twenty minutes or so, slowly coming to.
"C'mon. Up. We have a lot of prepping to sort, glasses to collect, and a bunch of other things on the list," I beckoned.
Chrissie crept on top of me, her lithe body perfectly moulded to mine. Her fingers went through my hair, as she leaned down and kissed me. My hands were still revelling in her tresses, as they always would. She pulled herself away, sat up, threw her arms up, her small breasts so inviting, and stretched.
"Come on, buster. No lazy bones this morning," she laughed, and scampered away to the bathroom.
I followed her, and walked into the bathroom. Chrissie was sitting there peeing.
"NO!" she vehemently cried.
We both laughed. I grasped my pyjama-covered cock, and shook it at her.
Only she laughed this time.
I brushed, she peed, then we switched places, Chrissie's eyes averting mine as she brushed her teeth.
I kept my robe on as I headed for the kitchen. I opened and closed cabinets looking for a simple something for breakfast. Chrissie came over, and bumped me away with her hip.
"Go. I'll find something," she said.
I gladly left her and straightened the front room, washing down the table where we had sex yesterday, and generally tidied up, but there wasn't a lot to tidy! Chrissie brought two plates of eggs, toast and juice over as we sat looking out over an early Sunday morning in London.
"You know, Chrissie. I do love it here. I'm going to miss it. There's just SO much here. Okay, things are more expensive than in the States, but we're in that lucky position. I mean, housing is so bloody expensive. And food. And petrol. And...
hmmm, maybe we should stay in Chicago," I laughed.
"Time will tell, darling. It usually does," she giggled. "If it's right to move here, then we move and deal with a new set of problems. It's how we handle it that will tell," she said.
"We'll need at least a four-bed house," I said.
"Behave, Tom. Eat your eggs," she chided me.
I smiled and finished what she had made. We both cleared up and then headed to the shower, relaxing, as always, under the mist and our connection. We dried each other off, taking more time than the shower itself. I slowly turned Chrissie around, her naked ass at face level. I leaned in and kissed each peach, whispering, "I love your fucking ass, Chrissie," as my tongue lashed her crack. I felt her push herself back. Chrissie was so cooperative. I swatted her butt when I was finished.
Chrissie upped the stakes by kneeling before me, lifting my flaccid cock, and slipping it between her lips, lovingly sucking me. Her hand came around it, as she twisted and stroked me, my cock hardening with every motion. When I rose to my full length, she suddenly stood up, turned her back and ran to the bedroom. She wasn't on the bed, though. Chrissie was trawling through the closet for 'something' to wear. She looked at me and laughed. I walked towards her, my cock bobbing.
"NO! GET AWAY!" she cried, laughing still.
I slapped her ass, hard. Burdur Escort She let out a long, loud, "Mmmm," and pushed me away.
"Should we call the kids and Em? It's still early enough," she asked.
"Yeah. We should do that. Are you going to get dressed first?" I asked.
"Well, how about if we call Em first, then I can get dressed?" she suggested.
"Chrissie. What did we talk about? Hmm?" I said.
"I'll behave. Promise!" she said, although I doubted the veracity of what she said.
She slipped her robe back on, and we walked to the sofa, and she connected up.
Emily picked up almost right away.
"Morning, Em!" she squealed. "How's everything? You look busy!"
"I'm fine. I'm not as good as you two, but I'm doing well. I loved the photos from last night. I hope you both had a wonderful evening," she said.
"We did, Em. And thanks for your prodding. The dress was perfect. Wasn't it, Tom," she said, trying hard to embarrass me.
"Uh, yes. Thanks, Emily. I really do appreciate your subterfuge in getting Chrissie to bring the dress along. It was a wonderful evening, and I'm certain you would have loved it. Chrissie was so surprised!" I replied.
"I looked it up. Wasn't Angela Gheorghiu singing? You're SO lucky to have seen her. God, I wish she'd come to Chicago! I'd pay good money to see her!" she laughed. "I'm sure YOU did! I couldn't be happier for you both. I'm sure it was a memorable evening. I'm just glad I was able to help, Tom. Anytime, okay?" she said.
"Thanks, Emily. That means the world to us both, and you made it special, so thank you," I said.
She and Chrissie caught up with their 'girly' stuff, so I excused myself and went to dress. When I came out, they were still gabbing away. Chrissie looked at me and said to Emily, "I should sign off now, sweetie. Tom's giving me evil looks!" she said, giggling.
"Am not, Emily! Don't believe her!" I shouted.
"We'll catch up later, okay? Love you, see you soon!" she said.
"Bye, Emily," I said, giving her a slight wave.
"That was nice," Chrissie said, as she put her tablet away and walked to the bedroom.
As she was walking, she turned her head, and asked seductively, "Underwear, Tom? Hmm?" she smiled.
I followed her and opened her lingerie drawer. I carefully moved various pieces around 'til I found the perfect pieces. I chose one of her flowery pieces with a demi-bra. Everything she had suited her, so it was tough to choose. I did appreciate the gesture, though.
I helped her put her panties on. She was such a coy tease. She loved this as much as I did. I leaned in and ran my nose over her still-wispy pussy hair. My tongue ran through her labia just to finish things off.
"Bra?" she asked, quizzically.
"Well, if I HAVE to," I sighed, smiling.
She slipped her hand slowly through the straps, me cupping her breasts snuggly in the material. I leaned down, and kissed the tops of each.
"Happy?" I asked, smirking.
"So much so, Tom," she sighed.
I chose a pair of faded jeans and another plaid shirt. Chrissie wasn't surprised. The doorbell rang, so I left Chrissie on her device. It was Markus with our rental glasses. I invited him, but he begged off, saying he was busy this morning. I thanked him for bringing the boxes up. I got them to the kitchen, quickly washed them all, and then began unpacking plates and cutlery, placing them on our only table.
Chrissie came out, wearing a pair of her tailored slacks with a finely-cut cotton blouse. I guess this was her casual. She brought the food out, ready to finish the dishes off and prepping the dessert. We worked well together, so long as I took direction from her, that is. We jostled for position, me losing every time. In no time, we had everything ready, and we still had an hour to go.
We chatted about the opera, having the night to sleep on the experience. It was quite the revelation for her. She was still excited about it, although, like me with the Globe, she had nothing to compare it to. She mentioned Emily's help in making the night a success. I told her I was impressed with her, the way she readily helped me make it work for her. Chrissie once again said that this was the way she was. We all have that jealousy gene, but with both of them, they seemed to embrace the other's joy, feeling it enhanced, rather than inhibited, their lives. I couldn't quite wrap my head around that...yet. I guess I was just wired a bit differently.
Chrissie cooked all the food, so it was ready for twelve. Ben and Eloise showed up a bit before, bearing wine for us and flowers for Chrissie. She was taken aback, not expecting such a gesture. We all chatted easily and effortlessly. They were more taken with Chrissie, asking about her background, how we met, her job and the kids. I watched in wonder as she chatted so openly with them. I could tell they were both enamoured with her. More people arrived as the time went on, everyone enjoying the food Chrissie had prepared. I gave all Burdur Escort Bayan credit to Chrissie, whom all assumed it was her doing anyway!
I had time to chat with everyone, catch up and tell them how much I'd miss them. Chrissie was the perfect host, making sure food was being eaten, glasses filled, and everyone was involved with the different conversations that flowed around the room. I couldn't have been more proud of her. She adapted herself to everyone, sensing what everyone needed. I looked at her and wondered how I ended up with such a wonderful woman in my life. Chrissie took the compliments easily, but always deflected them to me, giving me credit, where none was due. She just wanted everyone to enjoy the day.

I was coerced into giving a small speech. There was so much I wanted to tell these friends, so much we had gone through, and for their endless generosity with me for the last two years. I told them all about Chrissie's foray into a job at the V