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Granted, we'd only been officially together for a week or so, but with everything that'd happened over that week, and the fact our families were so happy we were together, plus we were already living together, why should we have to wait any longer than a few months?
"Jamie?" I asked and she sucked in a deep breath as I woke her.
"Hmm?" she moaned sleepily.
"Why are we waiting so long to get married?"
She didn't respond for a minute; I thought she'd fallen back asleep.
"Because we wanted to take things slow, right? Make sure we really wanted to be together forever," she reminded me.
"Yeah, but look at us. We have been sleeping together every day for almost a week, we're living together now; we're practically already married. Why should we wait so long to make it official?"
She was silent again, but for longer this time.
"I'm thinking," she said.
Just then my phone chimed with a text. I looked at it and saw that it was Tracy; she was outside looking for our apartment.
"Tracy's here," I said and swung my legs over the edge of the bed to pull on my pants. I found a pair of shorts I normally slept in on the floor and pulled them on. Jamie grabbed my hand before I left to go find Tracy.
"Let's do it this summer, if we can put it together that quickly," she said.
I sat back down on the bed and let go of her hand to run my fingers through her hair. I then leaned over and kissed her. "We'll do our best, lover," I said. My phone chimed again; it was Tracy.
"Go get her," Jamie said with a smile.
I grabbed her hand and squeezed it before kissing it, and then I left to go find Tracy. It was chilly outside with nothing more than my shorts, but it was tolerable. In fact, it was quite refreshing after the workout Jamie and I had just put in. As soon as I got out to the street, I saw the hot teenaged girl we'd fucked a few days ago. She was dressed in nothing more than a tiny pair of shorts, a midriff T-shirt and flip-flops. She picked up a duffle bag from the ground as soon as she saw me. Her short, sort of spiky hair looked a little messy from her drive here, but she still looked great. A big smile spread across her face as soon as she saw me, too; I couldn't help but smile, too, as she walked towards me as quick as she could with her heavy bag.
I met her halfway and she met me with a kiss. Her tongue slipped into my mouth and mine met hers happily. I broke the kiss quickly, though and took her bag from her.
"Thank you so much for letting me come here!" she said happily.
"I couldn't let you sleep on the street now, could I?" I said with a wink.
She latched onto my free arm as I carried her bag on my right shoulder. "You are too sweet. How is Jamie? I missed you guys!"
"She's good; we have a little surprise for you. But we'll tell you inside, it's getting late and I don't want to wake the neighbors."
"Oh, right," she said dropping to an excited whisper. "Sorry."
"It's okay," I said in a quiet, but conversational tone. "I'm sorry about your dad."
She shrugged, pretending it didn't bother her even though her voicemail had sounded otherwise.
"Whatever," she said. "If he doesn't want to love me, then that's his problem."
I didn't know how to respond to that. I didn't want to argue with her because I know I'd be upset with my eighteen year old daughter if she'd stayed out all night fucking a couple in their late twenties to early thirties. I still couldn't believe that happened, and the fact that this hot eighteen year old had let me, at the age of thirty, fuck her good was mind boggling to this day.
We entered the apartment and found Jeff in the kitchen pouring a glass of water from the pitcher from the fridge. He returned the pitcher and then turned and saw me and Tracy standing in the doorway. His eyes grew wide as he held the glass of water tipped towards his mouth. The water spilled straight to the floor, missing his mouth by a good six inches.
"Hey Jeff," I said, grinning at his near catato