Mafia Desire (Erotica)

“You’re so amazing to me.” She continued. “I wish sometimes I was still a virgin when we got together. But I wasn’t. I didn’t realize how special you were, even though you were right under my nose the whole time. If I had known, I would have saved everything for you. No one would have ever been allowed to even kiss me before you. But at least I saved this for you and only you.”

“It doesn’t matter to me who did what before, sweetheart.” I replied, taking her in my arms. I understood that it was something that was clearly important to Amy. “We love each other. Now is all that matters, right?”

“I know. I just think about it sometimes. That’s one reason I wanted to try it.” She sighed happily in my embrace. “I love you.”

* * *

Christmas morning, almost a week later, was the usual calm family event that it had been over the last few years now that Amy and I were mature enough not to cover the living room in shredded wrapping paper, leaving a gigantic path of destruction behind us. I couldn’t consciously remember when it had changed for me, but somewhere along the way, I became more excited about giving gifts and seeing the excitement in a person’s eyes than I did in acquiring more stuff. I mused that growing up was a weirdly gradual process. You didn’t just flip a switch one day and discover that you were mature. You seemed to ease into it without knowing.

I found it hard to keep my eyes off of Amy that morning. She was sitting on the sofa across from me in her pajamas and bathrobe, with her legs curled up under her. Her long black hair was kind of wild from having crawled out of bed shortly before, and she was giving me a sexy smile behind her mug of hot chocolate.

The gift exchange was a pleasant and mild affair. Amy’s real gift was still gift wrapped and stashed under her pillow in her bedroom, where I hoped she would discover it later tonight after everyone went to bed. The present she’d unwrapped downstairs was of the normal, brotherly variety. I’d given her a nice green blouse similar to the one I had accidentally ruined many months ago, the night she’d come to me after Jeff had cheated on her, and a couple of movies that she had mentioned wanting to see. She gave me a really nice leather bound sketchbook that was refillable, along with a nice new calligraphy pen and a pack of acid free, heavy grade sketch paper. It was a really high quality pen, and I couldn’t wait to try it out.

We spent the afternoon at our grandmother’s house across town, hanging out with more members of the extended family and waiting for Christmas dinner. Naturally, this meant I spent the majority of the afternoon attempting to be invisible in a corner of the living room with a sketchbook. I didn’t dislike my family, I was just quiet by nature and didn’t have the kind of personality that lent itself to navigating rooms full of people backslapping and hugging everyone. It just wasn’t in me. I would have much preferred to spend my day at home curled up in bed with my lovely little sister. That said, it did always make me smile to watch how effortlessly she moved through a room, commanding attention and guiding conversations. She seemed to have the ability to glide through the place without the constant feelings of awkwardness and self-consciousness that plagued me at all times when faced with more than three or four people at a time. Then again, she was a ravishing creature, and fully capable of making anyone stop and pay attention.

By the time we finally got home, Mom was fairly tipsy and our father shuffled her off to bed. Our mother didn’t drink enough to get drunk very often, but for some reason, visiting our grandmother’s generally seemed to bring it out in her. I think it was just that she got along so well with so many of the relatives there that she felt comfortable enough for it.

I set about cleaning up the last bits of debris from the living room’s festivities that morning and wandered into the kitchen to grab a beer on my way upstairs. Amy was doing some dishes in the kitchen and after a quick glance toward the downstairs hall to make sure the coast was clear, I gave her a quick hug and planted a kiss on her neck. She grinned and leaned back against me for a moment, her hands full of dishwater that she mercifully kept to herself. I grabbed a beer from the fridge and retreated to my room.

After putting on a This Mortal Coil album, I settled in at the drafting table with my new calligraphy pen and started on a drawing. About twenty minutes later, Amy walked in holding the still wrapped present I’d stashed under her pillow.

“What’s this?” She asked, quizzically.

“Looks like a Christmas present to me.” I replied, as I began rinsing out the tip on the calligraphy pen.

“I know that much, jackass.” Amy retorted, rolling her eyes at me. She sat on the edge of the bed looking down at it.

“Are you just gonna stare at it and insult people or are you gonna open it?” I asked.

“I didn’t get you anything else, baby.” She looked up at me apologetically.

“You didn’t need to. I just didn’t want to give you your real present in front of anyone.” I leaned back in my desk chair, hoping like hell that she would like it.

Finally, she tore the wrapper off of the small black jewelry box and looked the box over. She smiled up at me.

“You got me jewelry?”

“Actually, I just liked the box, dingbat. I thought you could store stamps in it or something.”

Amy cracked the box open and stared down at it with her jaw on the floor. She reached in the box and slowly moved the necklace with her finger as if she didn’t think it was real.

“Adam!” She breathed. “This is beautiful!”

“You like it?”

“I love it!” She exclaimed.

I pulled the paperwork from my desk drawer and passed it to her.

“What’s this?” She asked, looking in the envelope at the certificates.

“Some kind of paperwork they gave me with the necklace, verifying the authenticity of the stones and some warranty information.”

“You mean these are natural gem stones?” Her eyes went wide. Clearly, she knew something about jewelry that I definitely did not.

“Yeah, there are unnatural ones?” I was puzzled.

She nodded but didn’t answer as she flipped through the paperwork. Her eyes moved up from the papers to look at me.

“This must have cost you a fortune.”

I shrugged, and didn’t comment.

“This is too much.” She said.

“It’s not enough,” I replied, smiling. I was quite satisfied with myself for having blown her away.

She nearly tackled me out of my chair, planting kisses all over my face.

“Merry Christmas, beautiful.” I said to her, as soon as it was safe to do so.

* * *

The Spring semester schedule ensured that I’d be insanely busy. In addition to my art classes, I also enrolled in some required history and literature courses. Between the homework load and working for Dr. Miller, I was reasonably sure that the semester would fly by. I had put off the literature course for a few semesters now, and it was one also required for Amy’s finance degree, so we managed to schedule that class together. We were both amused by that, as we’d never taken a class together in our lives, thanks to me being the older one. In her younger days, I’d helped her with her homework occasionally, before it became obvious that she was more adept at schoolwork than I was.

* * *

One night out at the bar, drinking a beer with John, I saw Megan walk in, Man-bun in tow, and go meet some people at a table across the room. A short while later, she spotted me and broke away from her friends to come over to our table. Her hair was blonde, on this particular occasion. A color I hadn’t seen her have before, and I thought it looked out of place on her, but I wouldn’t dream of telling her so.

“Hey Meg, what’s up?” John asked.

“Not a lot. Just saw that you managed to get the recluse out of his cave for once and I thought I’d come say hello.” She grinned at me.

“How’s things going with Man-bun?” He prodded. Her eyes cut at him in annoyance.

“Great, really great actually.” She replied, attempting to avoid the bait. “But, seriously, Adam…”

I was midway through polishing off the last of my beer and raised my eyebrows expectantly.

“You know that band Gorath?” She asked.

“Yeah?” Gorath was a local death metal band that played a lot of the local festivals and did the occasional club show. I thought they sucked, but I seemed to be in the minority.All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

“I’m doing the band photo for their new album, and they asked me to reach out to you about using one of your paintings for their album cover.”

“Oh yeah? For free, I’m sure.” I rolled my eyes.

“Nope. They got signed to some indie label and have a budget for the album. Not much, but it’s something. Interested? They asked for you specifically.”

“Maybe. I guess I could talk to them about it.” I replied. I wasn’t sure I had time to be bothering with it, but I’d give it a look. Not to mention that, despite my opinion of the band, they had a lot of fans around here and the exposure couldn’t hurt.