Big Things Cum in Small Packages Ch. 04

Thank you to everyone who read the first 3 chapters, I really appreciate the comments and support. This story took (in total) almost a year to complete but I'm quite happy with it. I hope you enjoy it, and I love taking suggestions!

Side note: Allure of the Seas will not be getting a second chapter anytime soon. I had one written but my laptop crashed and I lost it entirely, along with another story I was just days away from releasing! I'm sorry to anyone who was looking for a sequel, but I absolutely hate rewriting things.

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"Coming through, left side!" Tanner called out, brushing past me on, what was clearly in fact, my right side. I knew what he meant though, and stepped out of his way at the last second. Sometimes while we were cooking, Tanner got so wrapped up in his own head he'd confuse directions.

After spending so many hours cooking as we grew up, we got to know each other's habits like second nature. As I knew they would be, Tanner's eyes were darting back and forth under his glasses, resting precariously on the rigid bump of his nose.

Pots and pans lined the stove and cutting boards cluttered the counter. The floorboards were creaking under our constantly shifting weight, whining loudly as we danced circles around each other.

Although there were six of us at the cottage, only he and I had taken it upon ourselves to initiate and finish a complete rib dinner. There was, admittedly, an ulterior motive behind my volunteering; I knew it would give Genevieve a chance to get to know the rest of my friends better. Even though I knew she was already well received by them, I wanted them to be as close as possible.

She was sitting in the living room playing cards with Lacy, Carson, and Kelsey at the wooden coffee table in the middle of the room. From what I could tell, they were playing Texas hold 'em and the game was severely tilted in Kelsey's favour.

Once Genevieve and I had exited the shower about forty minutes ago, we'd swiftly dried off and thrown on whatever clothes were lying around, so we'd at least look presentable. It was a bit of a mind bender seeing my fiends talk so plainly with Gen, all unaware a handful of minutes ago there'd been a collection of cum on her face so thick it rivalled a Jackson Pollock.

She caught me staring at her and returned my half-cocked smile with a subtle air kiss. I would've stayed there in a haze all day if Tanner hadn't snapped me to attention.

"Have you got the-."

"Right here, snappy." I interrupted him, throwing the salt shaker his way. He grabbed it out of midair and ground two heavy doses into the bowl of salad he was tossing.

"Salt and pepper on salad?" I said skeptically.

"Just trust me." He said confidently, glaring intently at the salad as he measured out the perfect amount of pepper to combat the white granules he'd already spread over the lettuce.

The smell of smoky barbeque was wafting in through the screen door to the BBQ outside, filling the cottage with a savoury, sticky smell that coated my nostrils like the very sauce basted over our sizzling meat. A bowl of chunky potatoes sat patiently on the counter, specked with green onions and clouds of red, dusty paprika. We used red skinned potatoes, to the colourful explosion in the bowl looked just as enticing as the vegetable filled salad Tanner was whipping together.

All I needed to finish off my current dish, green beans, was the fresh pressed-. "Garlic?" My friend was holding out a white bulb, cutting off my train of thought before I could think it. I snatched it from him and loaded a section into the press, squeezing it into the beans and stirring it around.

"Hey man, I can finish up here if you want to go out on the porch with Gen." Tanner offered.

"Why?" I asked, still half absorbed in my cooking. If I hadn't heard Genevieve's name, I wouldn't have paid attention at all to anything other than food. "I gotta finish up the ribs still they need another round of-."

"Dude, look." He pointed out over the lake. The sun was bouncing perfectly around the bay, lighting it up like a golden oasis peaking through walls of pine trees, leading down to a mirror still lake only disturbed by the quietly blowing wind.

"It's pretty." I gawked.

"It IS pretty, so take your pretty lady out there."

"Oh, right. I was thinking that too, by the way." I grumbled.

"I know, hotshot, so go get her."

No more convincing needed, I took off to the living room to grab Genevieve and head out to the porch. There, we both shared a small cushiony chair with the footrest kicked up. I'd thrown a green blanket over us, and the tassels were busy tickling Gen's nose.

She blew them out of the way and made room for her face, which she promptly snuggled deep into my chest. Having her back in my embrace again settled a lot of racing thoughts in my head. It kept surprising me how comfortable I felt around her, like it was the only time I didn't have questions rattling like loose marbles around my head.

One of those questions, one of those nagging doubts, came to light when Gen revealed she was worried about the same thing. "Do you think Allie will show up?" She asked, piercing the serenity with a heavy dose of crushing reality. My first thought was to comfort her, whether not I would be telling the truth.

"No, baby, of course not. She doesn't know where we are." I bit back the nerves edging into my voice, taking Genevieve's concerns as reason for me to be worried. I knew I'd given my ex-girlfriend the address before I'd gotten her pocket dial and discovered her cheating on me.

All I had left on my side was the hope that Gen would buy my bullshit until I had a plan put together.

"You okay, baby?" She whispered, running her fingers across my cheek and tilting it towards her, kissing my chin. "You look a little lost."

"Lost in you, maybe." I joked.

"You're gonna have to work on your flirting if this is gonna work, that was almost inexcusable."

"Almost?"

"Almost." She cooed, never breaking eye contact as she tracked the twinkle jumping between my pupils with unbroken interest. A small sigh and a smirk crossed her face, contagiously spreading to mine. "Are we gross?"

"Gross how? Like too cute?" I felt like a teenage girl just saying that. "I like to think we're just making up for lost time, darling-sweetheart." I said, fighting back the urge to crack a smile midway through my teasing.

Gen gave me an exasperated sigh and shook her head. "If we start combining stupid pet names like that I'm going to break your knee caps with a hammer, baby doll."

"You're right, we ARE sick." I groaned, rolling my eyes defeated.

A snarky remark about that being the "understatement of the year" came from the doorway. In the doorway stood Kelsey, peering over at us with her arms crossed, leaning on the doorframe. "Revolting, maybe, but I'm just not sure nauseating quite captures it." She came in and sat in the empty chair beside us, pulling out a tiny white tube and fitting it tightly between her lips. "Tanner wants you to come help him plate everything, by the way."

"He asked you first, didn't he?" I leered, fully aware of Kelsey's manipulative nature.

"It's possible, but I'm busy with this now, you see." Kelsey pulled a joint from her pocket, carefully pinching the filter so the paper stayed crisp. Her eyes were hidden behind two large, dark amber sunglasses, but I could tell they were avoiding mine at all costs. I wasn't letting her escape my gaze so easily.

Gen sat up and teased her hair for a second, planting both hands on my shoulders and pulling me from my seat. She understood what I clearly was forgetting; Kelsey was as stubborn as a person could be. Considering she had already lit the joint and inhaled her first plume of thick smoke, I should've known she wasn't willing to get up and help.

Without even using her words, Genevieve brought me to my feet. I swear, with her eyes alone she could convince me to do just about anything. Watching the wide, colourful saucers dart around my face brought a smile to my face, and pretty soon she was grinning right back.

"Come on, let's give Kelsey a little privacy with her secret lover; the dreaded cannabis." Gen insisted, touching her small feet to the floor and stretching out her back. I resisted the urge to make a joke about her REAL secret lover, but bit my tongue instead.

Kelsey caught my silence and returned it with her own wordless 'thank you' in the form of a quiet head nod. I knew she probably wouldn't be ready to tell anyone about her and Lacy this weekend, and I was amazed at how well I was still keeping the secret from Genevieve.

"Oh yeah, thanks guys,s I think I need some time alone to quit this awful habit." Kelsey flicked the end of her joint and dumped a chunk of grey ash into the tray beside her, laughing as she exhaled a lungful of chalky smoke. "Or better yet, I'll use the time to think about all the mistakes I've made that led me to this point." It didn't matter that we weren't listening much anymore, Kelsey was having enough fun talking to herself.

I looped my arms around the tiny girl as she stood up, helping her lift me a little, until we were both on our feet. Taking me by both hands, Gen led me inside to the kitchen. "Kelsey said you need help?" She said cheerfully.

"Well, I asked her for help, but I guess it's just as well that she enlisted you instead." He sighed, somehow still surprised at the lengths of Kelsey's selfishness. By now, we were used to it and pretty much took it in stride with her other, much greater qualities. "Grab plates and cutlery, would ya?"

Eventually the table was completely set, decorated with a hefty platter of ribs surrounded with potatoes and vegetables. We opted for paper plates to save us the trouble of having to clean them later, knowing ribs were going to make an awful mess.

While Gen and I had been out on the porch, Tanner took it upon himself to mix up a huge jug of margaritas. As I expected, the alcohol was heavily featured in the drink, and topped with a lime wedge and a straw.

"You really went all out with the booze, huh?" Lacy said, picking up her glass and drinking some from the top. "Tastes bearable, too."

"You're too kind." Tanner sighed flatly, clinking his glass against hers.

We crowded the table and viciously grabbed at the food sprawled across it, piling our flimsy plates high with meat and potatoes. By the time I was done, I couldn't even see my plate through the mess of delicious edibles I'd piled on.

Gen and Kelsey were seated next to me, both sporting equally full plates and hungry eyes. Since we had been drinking and running around all day, we'd worked up a deep appetite for anything we could get our hands on.

Not to mention my shower with Genevieve sapped me of pretty much all the energy I had left, and I was desperately using dinner to refuel myself. I knew Tanner's drink wasn't going to be enough, so I brought a tallboy along with me as well.

"You know, if you keep drinking so much, you're not going to outlast the rest of us like you usually do." Kelsey teased, shovelling potatoes in her mouth. I knew her plan; eat as much as she could, then drink even more to balance on the tip of nausea. Surely a recipe for disaster for most people, but Kelsey was skilled at balancing her stomach contents so she could drink massive amounts but not pass out too early.

"You're one to talk, little Mrs. 'Leaving Las Vegas'." I quipped.

"Nic Cage reference? I'm not drunk enough for that yet, hun." Kelsey complained. Fortunately for her, and probably for the rest of us, we were all well on our way to getting trashed. If there was a better way to enjoy a platter of ribs, we weren't aware of it.

Looking to my left, I could see Gen had a small dab of potato sitting on the corner of her lip. My first instinct was to wipe it off with my thumb, but I realized pretty quickly my hands couldn't be used for anything besides ribs and drinking right now.

I leaned over and kissed her, taking the potato with me and leaving her with an adorably shocked expression. After a couple seconds of recovery, she turned to me and narrowed her eyes. "You can't just go around kissing people when they have potato on their face!" She cried.

"I don't think there's a rule for that, the situation doesn't come up very often. What about coleslaw?" I said, slowly fazing the rest of my friends out of my concentration as I subconsciously diverted myself to Genevieve.

"I think that's probably worse, if they have coleslaw on them." She shot back.

"Says who? Who decides coleslaw is worse than potato?"

A small but mighty powerful foot kicked me under the table and I bit back a grunt. "People of importance say so, Kings and Queens of the food world."

"I think you need a brush up on your history, love."

"You need a brush up on shutting up."

"Oh, good one, try saying 'up' one more time." We must've looked like idiots, sitting there holding slabs of meat and bickering back and forth.

A cough from Lacy cut us off and we snapped to attention. "Should we go in the other room before you two start pillow fighting?" Tanner, Carson, and Kelsey were snickering amongst themselves on the sidelines over Lacy's interruption.

"And before you ask; yes, you are that gut-wrenching." Kelsey added, munching on a carrot stick with a loud crack.

"Like in the way that Titanic is gut-wrenching?" I asked with faint hope.

"Like in the way that Titanic makes me physically ill, yes." Kelsey flicked a piece of carrot at me with a wink. "Could be worse, at least you two probably aren't gonna drown together."

Genevieve's hand snuck into mine and my fingers instantly intertwined with hers without requiring any thinking on my part. "Damn right we aren't, because I'm gonna be safe on the big floating door, right baby?" She chimed, picking the carrot off my shirt and tossing it in her mouth.

"Does that mean I get to drown in the frigid cold ocean?"

"I suppose so, but at least you get to be Leo for a while, so it's not all bad." Always the optimistic one, Genevieve even made drowning sound half bearable.

"Yeah, lay off, Jeremy." Kelsey tossed another small piece of carrot in the air towards Gen, shocked when she managed to catch it in her mouth, even over the table.

Dinner was over too soon, and not a single stomach around the table was left empty. Despite the abundantly clear situation, most of us were still faithfully nursing the remnants of our drinks. The dim lighting gave a pleasant glow to the room, no doubt adding to our unanimous feeling of lethargic satisfaction.

I'd slowed down my drinking so I didn't end up accidentally passing out. Nothing was going to make me waste another night with Genevieve, and I was suddenly struck with the sickening thought of what it would be like in a few days not waking up beside her, after we'd left the cottage.

Gen poked the top of my foot with her toes under the table, getting me to look over at her so she could mouth "what's wrong?" while the others continued chatting. I shook my head and blew her a kiss, telling her I was fine.

Truthfully, I was. My mind was just lost in fantasizing about how to best spend time with Genevieve before we headed back to the city.

"So, I guess it's time to clean up." Carson said coyly, trying to shift the responsibility onto the girls. "And since us guys made dinner I think it's only fair that we don't have to do it."

"Nice try, hotshot." Lacy pinched his arm. "Jeremy, Tanner, you guys fuck off and we'll handle the dishes. Maybe Carson will help us if he decides to stop being such a wet blanket."

"Oh, come on, who says 'wet blanket' anymore?" Carson sighed, rolling his eyes. He knew there was no escaping Lacy once her mind was made up, and gave in to it rather than wasting time trying to argue.

Tanner stumbled out of his chair and stretched with a goofy smile plastered on his face. "Tanner needs to go take a nap." He announced with a resounding echo. It took me a second to understand why, but the sight of several empty beer cans and shot glasses around his seat gave me the impression that the poor bastard was loaded.

We left Tanner to his drunken nap, and he stumbled into the darkness of his room beat boxing in a horribly off key manner. The girls dug in to the pile of plates and silverware, but I was sure to grab Genevieve's hand before she got swept up in the madness.

"Come on, they don't need you, there's three of them." I insisted, tugging her arm like an impatient child. Genevieve bit her lips and pondered the morality of the idea, convinced she should help clean up rather than jump into bed with me again.

Pouting wasn't getting me anywhere with her, but I wasn't about to start begging. I let the crushing desire for sex do the talking for me, and knew it was only a matter of time before it changed Gen's mind.

Kelsey walked past carrying a stack of pans and gave her a small nudge with her hip. "Get the hell out of here, you two. We'll get you in twenty minutes, for the bonfire."

"Thirty minutes." Gen said flatly.

Kelsey chuckled and shook her head in disbelief. "Okay, thirty minutes then."

"Twenty." I said, elbowing Gen to (not so subtly) get my message across.

Genevieve slapped me on the shoulder. "Twenty five."

"Deal." Kelsey and I spat out at the same time, both eager to get out of there but for entirely different reasons. For me, it was the previously mentioned crushing desire for sex that was motivating me.

I grabbed my girl's hand and didn't let it go until we were rolling together in bed, and even then my hands had a hard time staying off her. Before we leapt into bed together, Gen stripped down to just her underwear and a t-shirt. She'd unhooked her bra over her shirt and pulled it out through the arm hole, something I hadn't ever seen before.

"How did you do that?" I said hazily, examining her shirt like I was looking for signs of tampering.

"I'm a wizard, you goon, why do you think I'm so good at giving head?" She asked with a cackle, throwing her bra off the bed and leaning in to bite my lip.

"Lots of practice?" I responded sarcastically, whimpering in sharp pain when Gen snapped my lip back.

"You're a cheeky fucker, aren't you." She placed both hands on my face and kissed me better, knowing how instantaneously I would forgive her once our lips touched again.

It was only seconds into our make out session and I was already scrambling to tear Genevieve's shirt off. Her hands slapped mine away protectively. "Patience, you handsy little pervert." Gen wrinkled her nose cutely, pinning my hands down by my wrists but never removing her lips from mine.

For such a small girl, she was surprisingly powerful. Not so much that she could actually overpower me, but the look of determination on her face was so adorable I couldn't help but let her try her hardest.

I relinquished my guard and let her completely trap me under her, not that I was arguing with being straddled by the beautiful firecracker. "Have I been bad?" I asked with feigned timidity. "Do I need to be punished?"

"You need to be punished by kisses, if my vote carries any weight." Gen was pushing her chest against mine and battering my neck with pecks. "But in case you were about to ask, the answer is no; we are definitely not playing that game."

She kissed me again and rolled her tongue into my mouth like it was a practiced habit. Her will weakened and she released my wrists as a sign of good faith, trusting me not to take her by surprise.

It took all my focus not to race to undress her, but I pulled out all the stops and maintained a cool head. Genevieve started grinding on me, slowly at first, but eventually she started moving faster. With a disgruntled sigh, she grabbed my hands and plopped them on her ass, firmly pressing her hands down on mine.