Boston Booty

The trip last weekend to Boston was fun.  It was a little chilly and rainy, but nothing horrible.  We saw Boston University (Hannah didn’t like it-no actual Campus), Harvard (liked it, but doesn’t meet requirements) and Northeastern (loves it, going back again for a formal visit). 

It is no secret that I am adventurous, I love doing new things and going places.  I have come to expect resistance from Sheri.  She is a very plain, stick-to-what-you-know woman.  What I wasn’t expecting was the same attitude from Hannah.  From the moment we got there all she did was complain that she was tired, she was cold, she was hungry, or she was in pain. 

On Sunday while trying to find Harvard we got stuck in the traffic of this gigantic street fair.  There were some 40 different street performers/bands marching down to Harvard Square that we watched in awe as they went by.  We were all hungry but everyone was so jam packed that it was hard to walk around.  There was tent after tent of food set up and I had no problem finding something I wanted to eat because I’m not picky.  But every time you asked Hannah what she wanted she would do the exasperated teenager sigh “I DON’T KNOW!  I DON’T CARE!”

I don’t remember being so annoyed at the world when I was a teenager. 

Me?  I just loved being there.  I was embracing the culture and the atmosphere and the pure energy in the air.  The two of them?  Walking along with scowls on their faces like this was the biggest inconvenience in the world.

I knew that the idea of Sheri and I going out on the town was not going to happen when I realized that our hotel was 20 minutes outside of Boston.  I thought we were staying IN Boston.  We didn’t end up getting out of dinner Saturday night until nearly 9 and let’s face it, we were just too tired and Sunday was going to be a long day.  And then I knew wasn’t going to happen Sunday night because we weren’t going to be in Boston, leave Boston to get ready, then go back.  I was aggravated.  I was pouty and I just wanted to be with Sheri and have a good time and relax and not worry about anything.  But we ended up going to dinner at a restaurant that we have home (even though I made a strict no-chain-restaurant rule).  I ended up throwing such a temper tantrum that when we got back from dinner Hannah was trying to coax us to go to the hotel bar.  I initially agreed since it was a compromise, we got to go to the bar AND it was in our hotel.  But when we walked into the room and Sheri kicked off her shoes and laid down across the bed because she was tiiirreeeddd I kind of lost my shit.

I stormed into the bathroom and locked myself.  Sheri was on the other side of the door going “Baby, if you want to have a drink, we’ll go to the hotel bar for a few.  Come on.  I’ll put my shoes on.”

I looked at myself in the mirror all dolled up in my going out clothes and just got angrier.  Sheri is not a drinker which is fine but she gives me that side-glance like Ugh, can’t we have dinner without you ordering a glass of wine?

I don’t like being looked at like I’m a drunkard, which she calls me, because I enjoy a drink or two with dinner.  I wasn’t asking her to go out and get sauced.  I wanted for once us to be somewhere and not have to worry about driving.  I wanted to see her kick back and relax.  I wanted to experience something with her.  And fine, you don’t want to have a drink?  That’s your prerogative, but don’t look down at me because I want one.

Knowing that she would have made me feel like an alcoholic if we went to the hotel bar I scrubbed off my make up while she jiggled the handle.  “Come on, let me in.”

I turned on the water to the shower and I heard “Oh Han, she’s getting in the shower!”  “Come on, open the door!”

Already naked I opened the door a crack and poked my head around.  “Can I help you?”

“Ooohh, you’re naked.”

“Yes, because I’m going to take a shower.”

“So you don’t want to go to the hotel bar?” she asked.

“No,” I said as I closed and locked the door again.

I was acting like a child.  I’ll admit it.  I was just so annoyed that nearly every time I get my hopes up for something I end up just being disappointed.  Sheri’s solution is to not get my hopes up and then there ya go, no let down.  If I don’t expect anything good to happen, when something does, I’ll be pleasantly surprised.

Sorry love, this chica doesn’t roll like that. 

I got out of the shower and wrapped my hair in a towel and silently put on my pajamas, grabbed my kindle, and crawled into bed.

At 8 PM.

I read my book while Sheri watched something inane on the TV.  Hannah was all out of sorts and locked herself in the bathroom to skype with her friends and do homework.  I kept sighing loudly hoping to trigger some sort of conversation.

To be honest, I wasn’t above getting dressed again and going to the bar but I knew that idea was a shot in the dark.

After nearly 20 minutes of silence I slammed my book down on my lap and looked at the clock and said “Seriously?? It’s 8:20 and we’re in bed.”

Sheri rolled her head to look at me and said “Well yeah.  It’s been a long day and I’m tired.”

“You’re always tired,” I grumbled.

And I could not tell you how, but the next thing I knew she was on top of me making me laugh.  She kissed me softly once.  She pulled her head back and stared into my eyes, smirked, and kissed me again a little harder.  I giggled and whispered “Hannah is right in the bathroom!”

With her mouth on my neck she mumbled into my ear “And?  She’s doing homework and chatting.  She has no idea what’s going on out here.”

And just like that we were rolling around and kissing passionately.  I giggled and started to move into one of our positions.  She smiled knowingly and ripped off her underwear and opened her arms for me.  I pushed my own underwear and shorts down to my knees and our fingers feverishly found each other and made quick work of a tricky situation.  Less than a minute later my mouth clamped down around hers to muffle her moans.  She rolled on to her back gasping for air as I trailed little kisses around her ear. 

Wanting more, and knowing the full risk of the situation, I pulled up my shorts and underwear but quickly sat up on my knees and placed them on either side of her head.    I pulled them over to one side with my hand while being ready to launch off in case we heard the door knob start to turn.  It didn’t take long before I was biting my lip to keep from screaming out.

Panting, we resumed our spots in bed.  Sheri turned her back to me and I wiggled up behind her.  The teaspoon to the ladle as she says it.  My fingers were tracing up and down her arm, her hip, her leg.  I reached my hand around and slipped a finger underneath the waistband of her underwear and felt that she was even more ready than before.  She rolled on to her back to give me easier access as I plunged two fingers deep.  Before I knew it she was again shimming out of her underwear and pulling mine down as well.  My fingers moved fast and I felt her tighten around me as I had to quiet her again. 

Proud of myself, I smirked and went back to my side of the bed and picked up my kindle and resumed reading.  On TV was a comedian special for Jeff Dunham that we laughed along with for a minute or so before the bathroom door flew open and Hannah came storming out.  “Do you know why I’m so cranky and tired?  It’s because I haven’t taken my iron pill!”  She shouted and disappeared in a flurry back into the bathroom.

Sheri gave me a look and said “I need to eat you.”

I hushed her and said “You did already.”

“No, properly.”

“But what if she comes out again?”

“She won’t.  She’ll be in there for a while.”

I laid on my back and wiggled out of my underwear and Sheri crawled her way over to me.  She threw the sheets and comforter up over her head and was already positioned between my legs when much to my dismay the bathroom door soared open again and Hannah stomped out.  I quickly covered Sheri’s head with the quilt and Hannah froze and screamed to her friend “EWWW, I JUST WALKED IN ON MY MOM AND JEN HAVING SEX!”  and locked herself back in the bathroom .

I lifted the covers and shrugged.  “As long as you’re down there, might as well finish what you started.”

Poor Hannah.  Thank goodness she’s well adjusted.  Any other teenager would have been scarred for life.  That one was cracking jokes about it the next day. 

So I guess it ended up not being a total wash out of a night.  I’m glad we stayed in.