Sex! At Tre's House, chapter 9
"Hello, and welcome back," Lyddy greets. "As you all know, I've been taking you back in time, to see how I got to where I was when I was caught in bed with Mr. Cool. Everyone has been wondering I do believe how come Lyddy just doesn't tell him? Because, I couldn't, you wouldn't understand, it was too hard for me. So yeah, after that lovely trip with Randy you know I just chilled out. Had sex with him if he needed it and everything you know? But well I was still with Tre. I loved him and wanted him. So Tre and I were talking one day when I had ventured over there after work..."
*February 21st 2008*
"Babe," Tre said as we sat on the patio in the backyard. We were watching Frankito.
"What sweetheart?" I asked.
"Muffin pants, I think we should take a trip together," Tre replied.
"Honey, I don't know if I can," I started.
"No, no, no. I have it all worked out. You can just tell Randy and the kids that you need a weekend to your self and then come take it with me. A three-day weekend. Come on, next weekend, you and me. Brazil." Tre said and raised an eyebrow.
"Brazil? Tre isn't that a little exotic?" I asked.
"Yeah, I already have us booked in the sweaty depths of a Brazilian rain forest. We have a tent booked there. Come on, it'll be great. And every night we can make hot sweaty love to each other," Tre said in that sexy voice he does that makes me want to just melt.
"Tre you're turning me on," I replied.
"That's the idea," Tre said leaning in on me in my chair. He started kissing my neck then to my ear, where he licked and he worried my lobe lightly between his teeth.
"Ah, fuck Tre, stop! Stop! We're supposed to be watching Frankito," I said.
Tre stopped. "Right, right," Tre replied.
I laughed; Frankito didn't even notice he was drawing with chalk. I didn't notice what he was drawing until that moment.
"Tre," I whispered.
"What?" Tre replied.
I pointed to Frankitos drawing.
"Your son is drawing a penis," I said.
Tre looked and he laughed.
"That's my boy," Tre said. I laughed.
Tre got up and said, "Frankito, do you know what that is?" Tre asked.
"Yeah, daddy, that's my wiener," Frankito replied.
Tre and me just busted out laughing. Frankito looked at us puzzled.
"What? Daddy you have one, right?" he asked.
Tre ruffled his son's hair and laughed.
"Of course I do son," Tre replied.
"And it's very nice," I said. I kissed Tre.
Frankito giggled.
"Why are you giggling?" Tre asked.
"You guys kissed," Frankito said. "You're pretty Lyddy."
I laughed, "Thank you Frankito, you're a very handsome young man."
He laughed again.
Later we all went inside. Tre and I went up to his room and he was going to show me the shit for the trip to Brazil.
"See," Tre said pointing to one of the pictures. "It's gonna be like really hot and you and me and make love all night long!"
"Cool," I replied and we hugged. "I can't wait."
That night
I was getting ready to go to bed at home, Randy in bed watching TV.
"Honey," I started.
"Mmm?" Randy replied.
"Randy, I've been thinking. I think I need to take a vacation. I need some alone time, you know. Some time to think about stuff. I was going to go out of state next weekend. Is that okay baby?" I asked.
"Yeah, I understand you need some time. Everyone does now and then," Randy replied.
"Oh, thanks baby, I need this time, I'll be leaving next Friday and I'll be back probably late Monday night. Okay?" I asked.
"Yeah, that'd be fine and dandy with Randy," he chuckled at his own joke.
Why did I marry him? I don't understand why I did. We're so un alike. Randy and I went to bed after that.
That next Friday
I had all my shit after work and I arrived at Tre's house at 4. And our flight left at 7. We loaded up the car and we were out of there. It was about a 45-minute drive to the airport and we got there and we went through all the bullshit security. And we were on the plane to Brazil.
*February 21st 2008*
"Babe," Tre said as we sat on the patio in the backyard. We were watching Frankito.
"What sweetheart?" I asked.
"Muffin pants, I think we should take a trip together," Tre replied.
"Honey, I don't know if I can," I started.
"No, no, no. I have it all worked out. You can just tell Randy and the kids that you need a weekend to your self and then come take it with me. A three-day weekend. Come on, next weekend, you and me. Brazil." Tre said and raised an eyebrow.
"Brazil? Tre isn't that a little exotic?" I asked.
"Yeah, I already have us booked in the sweaty depths of a Brazilian rain forest. We have a tent booked there. Come on, it'll be great. And every night we can make hot sweaty love to each other," Tre said in that sexy voice he does that makes me want to just melt.
"Tre you're turning me on," I replied.
"That's the idea," Tre said leaning in on me in my chair. He started kissing my neck then to my ear, where he licked and he worried my lobe lightly between his teeth.
"Ah, fuck Tre, stop! Stop! We're supposed to be watching Frankito," I said.
Tre stopped. "Right, right," Tre replied.
I laughed; Frankito didn't even notice he was drawing with chalk. I didn't notice what he was drawing until that moment.
"Tre," I whispered.
"What?" Tre replied.
I pointed to Frankitos drawing.
"Your son is drawing a penis," I said.
Tre looked and he laughed.
"That's my boy," Tre said. I laughed.
Tre got up and said, "Frankito, do you know what that is?" Tre asked.
"Yeah, daddy, that's my wiener," Frankito replied.
Tre and me just busted out laughing. Frankito looked at us puzzled.
"What? Daddy you have one, right?" he asked.
Tre ruffled his son's hair and laughed.
"Of course I do son," Tre replied.
"And it's very nice," I said. I kissed Tre.
Frankito giggled.
"Why are you giggling?" Tre asked.
"You guys kissed," Frankito said. "You're pretty Lyddy."
I laughed, "Thank you Frankito, you're a very handsome young man."
He laughed again.
Later we all went inside. Tre and I went up to his room and he was going to show me the shit for the trip to Brazil.
"See," Tre said pointing to one of the pictures. "It's gonna be like really hot and you and me and make love all night long!"
"Cool," I replied and we hugged. "I can't wait."
That night
I was getting ready to go to bed at home, Randy in bed watching TV.
"Honey," I started.
"Mmm?" Randy replied.
"Randy, I've been thinking. I think I need to take a vacation. I need some alone time, you know. Some time to think about stuff. I was going to go out of state next weekend. Is that okay baby?" I asked.
"Yeah, I understand you need some time. Everyone does now and then," Randy replied.
"Oh, thanks baby, I need this time, I'll be leaving next Friday and I'll be back probably late Monday night. Okay?" I asked.
"Yeah, that'd be fine and dandy with Randy," he chuckled at his own joke.
Why did I marry him? I don't understand why I did. We're so un alike. Randy and I went to bed after that.
That next Friday
I had all my shit after work and I arrived at Tre's house at 4. And our flight left at 7. We loaded up the car and we were out of there. It was about a 45-minute drive to the airport and we got there and we went through all the bullshit security. And we were on the plane to Brazil.
