(Note: This post contains adult situations and mild adult language.)
Prissy
Prissy hadn’t been able to wait to get back to school after Christmas vacation. She went straight to the sorority house. Her best friend Glynnis was there. She couldn’t wait to show her the new rock, but she didn’t want to say anything right away. She hugged Glynnis, asking, “How was your break?”
The stepped back from one another and sank into the comfy chairs in the House living room. Glynnis said, “My little brother’s basketball team is looking like they are heading to the state championships, so we’re pretty excited about that.”
“That’s great!” Prissy held her left hand up to her face and carefully brushed her hair out of her eyes, even though it wasn’t in her eyes to begin with.
Glynnis did not miss the move, “Oh! Let me see!”
Prissy extended her hand for Glynnis to admire.
“Randy proposed! When’s the date?”
“June!”
“Oh, girl, you’re going to be bu-u-usy. Graduating then getting married. Wow.”
Prissy preened, “I know. I can’t wait though. Mrs. Randall V. Grant IV. It’s going to be soooo exciting! It’s going to be so perfect.”
Glynnis was ecstatic for her friend. “You’re the first one back from break. That means you’re the first with the story book ending for her college career.”
Prissy realized she needed to be hopeful for others, “I hope we get a few more. Wouldn’t that be so exciting to have a bunch of June weddings for our sisters?”
Glynnis came back to the present, “How did he propose?”
“Oh, he was the perfect romantic gentleman. He came to town for Christmas Eve and Christmas. After Christmas Eve dinner, the whole family opens one Christmas present. Randall waited until everyone had opened theirs, and he handed me mine — my brother had the camera, so he must have been in on it — and I was so surprised! But of course, I said yes.”
Glynnis had to ask, “Did he, you know, try anything later that night?”
“No. He was the perfect gentleman. He spent the whole night with my family then went back to his hotel room just before eleven. He came back in the morning for opening gifts and breakfast.”
“Are you sure he’s not gay? I mean he’s never tried anything with you?”
“Oh, he’s been very sexy. He’s pushed a little, but I’ve told him we need to wait. He’s always backed off and respected me.”
Glynnis had a dreamy look in her eyes, “Oh, I wish I had a Prince Charming like yours. I hope you know how lucky you are.”
Prissy nodded solemnly, “Oh, yes. He’s preparing to take over the family business — banking! Half the things in Granite Hill are named after his grandparents. I’m going to have some responsibilities. We have to set the example for other people, and, of course, we have to be seen in all the right places and be involved in all the right things. I can’t wait to find a nice charity to support.” She got a far away look in her eyes and breathed, “The Randall V. and Priscilla Grant IV Foundation. It’s going to be wonderful to be able to make a difference.”
Randall
Randy checked into a hotel in Arlington, Texas, helping his personal assistant get settled into her adjoining room. Once he had her settled into her room, he entered his room from the hallway door to keep up appearances. Once the door was closed, he opened his adjoining door, and hers was already open. He entered her room, and she performed some personal assistance on him to tide him over until he could get back to the room after Christmas Eve dinner and family time. He kissed her deeply before he left, “Get yourself some room service for dinner, whatever you want. I’ll be back about eleven, and we can have Christmas. I have something for you later.”
She smiled in anticipation, “I’ll be right here.” She rubbed the palm of her hand over his crotch and grabbed playfully.
He slapped her hand, grinned, and closed the door to his room behind him. He had to make sure no signs of her remained on his person. He couldn’t afford to have Priscilla or her family suspect he was anything but chaste. He showered, put on clean clothes, and headed for Priscilla’s parents’ house. Once there, he was the doting boyfriend, charming and witty. After dinner, the family each opened one present, as was their holiday tradition. Randy — Randall to them — had pulled Priscilla’s little brother aside and asked him to take pictures of Priscilla opening her present from him. Randy was pleased. Everything went according to plan, and Priscilla was thrilled. Randy grinned like the fool he was supposed to be at this time. He politely excused himself at eleven, feigning tiredness after a long drive, a big evening, and a big day tomorrow. It helped that he was excited thinking about what he’d be doing when he got back to the hotel, so Priscilla thought he was hot to trot for her, and he pretended he was. He readily backed off when she reminded him she was saving herself for the honeymoon. He gave her some version of “Me, too,” and hurried off to “take a cold shower” before bed. He’d see her first thing in the morning.
Once back in his room, he carefully removed anything he would need to wear the next day, slipped off his shoes, and knocked quietly on the adjoining door. It didn’t take his personal assistant long to open the door and surprise him in a revealing private school student uniform. “Oh, baby,” he breathed, have your been talking in class again?”
She came back with a coy, “Yes.”
Randy shook his head in mock dismay, “Oh, my. You know what that means. Mr. Grant is going to have to take you over his knee.” He strode into the room, pulling her behind him. Sitting on the bed, he pulled the girl over his lap, raised her skirt to her bare bottom, gave it a couple of slaps, and bent down to nibble each cheek of her buttocks. She giggled, and he rolled her over onto the bed and covered her with his body, making sure she could feel how very interested he was. It didn’t take long until her assistance became very personal; a private joke between them. He also had an administrative assistant, who handled only bank business.
After they finished, she asked, “So, when is the wedding?”
He stroked her in very personal areas as they talked, “She wants June. So, sometime then.” He waved a hand dismissively. “Whatever she wants on that matter. I don’t care. It’s her day. After that, they’re all mine.” He grinned. “She’ll become the very proper Mrs. Randall V. Grant IV. That’s all she wants. I need a respectable wife for business and family purposes, and that’s what I’ll get. For the rest….” He trailed off, then grinned mischievously, “I have you.” And he thought, And you and you and you and whomever the hell else I want.
She laughed, “Surely we can’t carry on like this after you’re married?”
“Why not? You’re my personal assistant.” He rolled back onto her for another go round. After she’d gone to sleep, he disentangled himself, went back to his room, closed the adjoining door, took a long shower to clear off any lingering scent of animal sex, and slept in his own bed, rising and dressing with the alarm to get to Priscilla’s parents’ place in time for gift opening and breakfast. He had duties to perform as well.
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