I studied his blushing face. I wonder if he was still feeling tight down there or if learning his lesson made him calm down… I shifted forward a touch, letting my skirt lift high up my thighs.
“Now you can go to my bathroom and grab the hair dryer from the top drawer. It should only take a minute to have my thong bone dry and ready for the day. You’ll be an expert on bone dry now won’t you bestie…” I taunted tapping my other foot on his lap before standing.
A look of mourning fell over him as he gazed upon his confiscated manhood.
“You’ll feel more uncomfortable down there the longer you’ve got my thong in your hands so best to get it over with.”
Just like a puppy chasing a car anyway I pondered, he wouldn’t know what to do if he caught it. All I’d done was keep him in his kennel for a bit.
“Good! No more distractions. Get moving quickly, we’ve got to be on the road for school in thirty minutes.”
*****
A clean bedroom, one point. A vacuumed living room, two points. Dinner ready, three points. Serving burnt toast, minus a point. Driving us to our vacation, five points.
To say this week had worn me out was the least of it. I had gone from a shade of red to blue in a matter of days. The worst part was, I think whatever head games Amy was playing with me were working…
I couldn’t stop myself. One minute we were like a couple sharing a dinner reservation, the next I was looking after some belittling chore of hers.
There were times I was sure she was making some of it up. She really needed ten pairs of shoes polished and packed for this trip? We were here for what… three days? We went out to dinner twice and would be gone in the morning. Still, I couldn’t help but want to please her…
I found myself adding up points in my head before I fell asleep. Maybe if I surprised her with coffee before she was out of bed, I’d be up two points instead of one. Maybe if I dirtied the floor without her noticing I could clean it up again… But what if she saw me? That would be minus five surely.
Stopping myself from fidgeting constantly had become a chore in itself. I’d wake up in a sweat, dreaming of Amy’s shape, the sound of her voice, her scent.
Ninety two… I had made it eight painstaking points away from freedom. I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t exciting at times but once this thing was off she could forget about another week like this.
What am I even breaking my back for, I thought, elbow deep in Amy’s unnecessary outfits. She’d made me unpack everything yesterday and place it in the draws and closet of our room only to have me now pack it away again. I can get eight points in the morning and then she can pack her own junk.
“Hey, come in here a minute, I’ve got a surprise for you!”
My heart would jolt at every word from her mouth… I dreaded more work but if it meant early freedom, I was all for it. I scrunched up Amy’s leftover clothes and threw them haphazardly into the suitcase in front of me to hide any mess she might find later.
Sitting calmly, Amy was cross legged at our dining table. Wearing high wasted linen pants, a tight white and gold crop top with strappy high heeled white sandals, she was dressed for dinner but almost looked ready for some sort of corporate meeting.
“Paul, you’ve done such a wonderful job this week, I thought it might be nice for you to enjoy an early graduation present,” she said cheerily.
Her straight black hair shimmered with the late afternoon glow, her hand tapping a small box on the table beside her.
This wasn’t much use to me now, I thought frustrated. I’d wanted a proper trip all year but a plane ticket in box was hardly the relief I was looking for right now.
I glanced down at her ankle, the sparkle of our key almost winking up at me. Thinking it could be in this box was stupid at best.
“Your father put some money aside a while ago and left me in charge of getting you something special,” she said handing me the flat ribbon covered box.
“What would my Pauly want more than anything else in the world, I wondered…”
Apprehensively I started picking at the ribbon, trying to feel the slide of carboard or paper inside.
“Then it hit me… You’d just want me to be happy!”
I started to tug more feverishly, feeling my stomach drop in anticipation. The ribbon was undoing on one side but not letting up on the other. Losing patience, I pulled downward pushing the box through with my thumbs.
“And I was starting to feel left out with you having something nice and new to wear but I didn’t,” Amy’s voice deepening with wicked glee.
I held the lid with both hands and waited anxiously for the bottom to drop into my lap.
The color hit my eyes first. Gold. As gold as a trophy or a medal. Then the shape. A triangle with thin strips pointing outward and just as gold. The texture was intricate, delicate and sitting perfectly flush with the box around it.
“You got me… Underwear?” I asked bewilderingly.
“Ha, I mean, I don’t think they’d look too good on you… I’ll be the one wearing them,” Amy giggled.
I unclipped the wire fasteners holding the garment in place and slowly raised it out of it’s box.
“I’ve had my eye on these for a while now and when your father showed me the money he put aside I thought maybe we could get something we’d both enjoy…”