Chapter 84: Sighseeing with Ang

David walked the strippers out, and handed them an extra envelope. “You guys went above and beyond. Thanks.”

“No problem,” Marc said. “That was fun. Even the Mom got into it; that doesn’t usually happen.”

Ben piped up. “I just wish that one girl hadn’t grabbed on quite so hard,” he said, wincing. “Not that I minded having her hand on me, but…” he stopped when he saw the look on David’s face. “Sorry, man, she yours?”

“Completely,” he answered.

Ben shrugged. “My loss then.” He and Marc turned to leave and surreptitiously opened the envelope as they were walking back to their truck. They looked at the money, then at each other – the guy had paid them double what their usual rate was.

David shut the door behind the men, and turned to find Hath and Ang standing there, arms crossed over their chests. “What?” he said with a charming smile. “I had to pay the guys.” He looped arms around the two girls and steered them back to the party.

After everyone had left, and the mess had been cleaned up, Ang, Hath, and David were settled in watching an old James Bond movie on TV. Ang was curled up on one end of the couch, and Hath was on David’s lap on the other end, curled into his chest. David’s arms were wrapped around Hath, and every once in a while, he’d press a kiss onto the top of her head, and she’d respond by rubbing his chest.

Ang looked at them and sighed. They were really cute together. A couple more days, and she’d have her own chest to cuddle into. She also knew that she’d want to be left alone with him – at least for a while. Smiling, she stood and stretched. “Well, I think I’m going to head off to bed,” she said with a wicked grin. “Don’t stay up too late, Hath, we have some serious sight-seeing to do tomorrow.” With that, she gave each of them pecks on the cheek, and went downstairs to her bedroom.

David looked at me and winked, and turned off the TV. “I’m feeling a little tired myself,” he said.

I smiled evilly, and turned the TV back on. “Then you should go to bed. I’ll try not to wake you when I come in – I’m not tired.”

“You brat!” he hissed at me, tearing the remote from my hands, and scooping me up into his arms, making me giggle. He stalked down the hall to my bedroom, and kicked the door closed behind him. He sat me on the edge of the bed, and started to strip off his clothes. I scooted back and just watched, as bit by bit, his skin was revealed to me. When he was gloriously naked, he looked at me. “So?” he said.

“So what?” I asked, puzzled.

“So, are you getting naked or do I have to do it for you?”

I just smiled and raised my arms over my head. David smiled and gently pulled my sweater up and over, tossing it on the floor behind him. He laid me back and undid my jeans, pulling them and my panties down my legs and off. He hauled me up by my hands and crawled on the bed behind me to unsnap my bra and push it off my shoulders. His hands came around to cup my breasts, and I leaned back into his embrace, tilting my head so he could nibble on that spot that makes me crazy.

David’s fingers were lightly pulling and stroking my nipples, and the sensations were so very strong. My skin was over-sensitive now, and his light touches and caresses were driving me wild. He gently sunk his teeth in to my neck, and I groaned loudly. “Shhh,” He said into my ear. “We aren’t alone in the house.” I giggled and bit my lip and tried to remember that.

But when David’s hands roamed lower to caress my abdomen, and his fingers snaked into my curls to caress my clit, I totally forgot, and called out. David clamped his hand over my mouth, and being held like that, against his chest with a hand clamped over my mouth while he did things to me… well, let’s just say if I didn’t feel totally safe with him, it would have freaked me out. But the things he was doing with his fingers…

I bit down on his hand to keep from crying out when the first orgasm hit, and David hissed. “I need those you know,” he said, then bit me back. He held me tightly to him until he brought me up and over the edge again, then moved from behind me to push me down and push into me, groaning as I fisted around him. “God,” David said quietly in my ear. “You feel so damned good.”

He stroked slowly and gently at first, and I was in agony. I raised my hips to his, matching his rhythm, in a silent plea. “Harder,” I begged, and it was all I could do to not yell. David complied, and I saw stars. The pressure was building and a low keening started in my throat I could not hold back. David mashed his mouth to mine, to try to capture the scream before it got out, and he was barely successful. I arched from the bed and almost threw David from me, but he had me pinned good, and all the shift in angle did for me was make my head explode.

I collapsed to the bed in a quivering heap, little tremors and aftershocks twitching along my arms and legs. David kissed me and rolled to the side, gathering me closely. “Hi,” he said softly, smiling down at me.

“Hey,” I said, and snuggled up close to him. David hooked the blankets with his foot and pulled them up over us. I inhaled the sweet scent of David, and drifted off, secure in his arms.

Friday was a blast, except having to say goodbye to David AGAIN. Ang made smart-ass remark about hearing strange noises last night, but being afraid to investigate. Bitch (said with love, sweetie).

I took Ang to all my favorite touristy places, starting with Gillette Stadium. We pulled into the parking lot near the Pro Shop, and got out to have a look around. I showed her where we tailgated, and where Jon had the roo-suit man dance for me. We went up to the gates to look through, and I pointed out my seats; wa-a-a-a-ay up at the top of the stadium. Ang laughed. “God, I SO want to come to a game with you someday,” she said, linking her arm with mine.

“That won’t be a problem,” I answered. “I already told David I was NOT giving up my season tickets, and I was NOT switching teams.” Ang laughed at me. “I mean it. I’ll move to New Jersey and go to Giants games with him, but I’m NOT cheering for Manning. Uh-uh.”

“Well now, that’s good to hear,” a voice said from behind us. We squeaked and jumped a mile. Usually, I’m very attuned to my surroundings, and would have noticed someone coming up behind us, but I was so engrossed in our conversation, I didn’t notice the man until he was right on top of us. My eyes went wide when I saw who it was.

“I mean it, too, Mr. Belichick,” I said, hardly believing I was talking to him. I’d met him once in a restaurant some time ago, and of course, I had my pass to spring training camp, and couldn’t wait to come back for that. I held out my hand. “Hath Gengras,” I said, “and this is Angel Jamieson.”

“Call me Bill,” he said, then narrowed his eyes. “I know you,” he said. “I know your name at least.”

I blushed a little. “Yeah, I get that a lot. It’s an unusual name, and it sticks with most people. We have a mutual friend, which is probably how you know the name. He arranged for me to come to training camp this year?”

“Oh yeah,” he laughed. “The Giants fan.” He pulled a face. “That’s OK, Jon is a good guy. How do you know him again?”

“I’m marrying his keyboardist,” I said, grinning.

“And she’s having his twins,” Ang piped up, patting my belly.

“Well, congratulations!”

“Thanks. And though you guys didn’t win the Superbowl, congratulations on a fantastic season,” I said.

Coach just shook his head. “Thanks. That was a tough one.”

“Tell me about it,” I said ruefully, remembering the week in Chicago.

Ang laughed when Coach looked taken aback. “Bill, she bet Jon that her boys would beat his, and when they didn’t, she had to cater to him for a whole week.”

Bill laughed. “My dear, now I am even MORE sorry that we couldn’t win that one. How did you survive?”

I rolled my eyes. “It wasn’t that bad. Well, yeah, it was, but not really. And hey, I got a job out of it, so I can’t really complain.”

“Well,” Bill said, “even still, the least I can do for your ordeal is to buy you girls lunch in the clubhouse.”

I laughed, and Ang looked at me funny. “Ang, the clubhouse dining room is free for the coaches, players, and club seat ticket holders.” I looked at Bill. “We’d be honored.”

We had a fantastic lunch, and GOD, sitting there talking football with my coach and my friend was just out of this world amazing. Our table was on the 50-yard line, and although the field was covered in deference to the weather, it was still great. After lunch, we went out into the outdoor seating area and sat for a while, continuing our chat. These seats are amazing. If they weren’t $2500 per seat per season, I’d be all over it. When we felt we had wore out our welcome, I got him to autograph a napkin for me, made out to my Dad, and I now had the best birthday present for him.

After buying some swag at the Pro Shop, we headed into town. We went all over the place. I took her on much the same tour I took David, though we started off at the Cheers bar. The pub owner in her wanted to see the Cheers bar, so we went in. It was cute and everyone was friendly, but it was just a bar, and we left soon after we arrived. We trolled the shops at Quincy Marketplace, went to the Museum of Science (though we didn’t do a Planetarium show) and stayed at the MFA until they threw us out. We had dinner at Maggiano’s in the North End, and stuffed and happy, got home really late. It was a great day.