Friday on My Mind

Rating: NC-17


“What are you doing Friday night?” Nick asked Nicole over breakfast. She ate another spoon of corn flakes and wiped her mouth.
“Nothing, why?”
“Oh, well, my parents are coming to visit me, and I was thinking that you could meet them. I mean, we have been going out for quite a while now.” Nicole looked around shyly, put down her napkin, and put her hand on his.
“Nick, I would love,” she squeezed his hand, “to meet your parents.” They smiled at each other and kissed.
“Now, I need to go get ready for work.” She got up from the table and brought her dishes to the sink. Nick watched her move gracefully in her white linen robe, outlining her every curve. He couldn’t lie to himself; her every move turned him on. If she wasn’t due for work in forty-five minutes, he would have thrown her over his shoulder and carried her back to the throes of passion; where exactly he carried her to would depend on how far his back would allow him. He wasn’t picky, anywhere would have been fine.
He got up to put his dishes in the sink, walked past the calendar and did a double-take. Today was a bank holiday; Nicole didn’t have to work. He smiled evilly and walked to the bedroom. She had her back to him, naked, and she was fishing through the closet trying to find something to wear. He crept up behind her, and put his arms around her and started kissing her neck. She was startled, but quickly found out what was going on.
“Hey, I have to go to work,” she said between giggles.
“No you don’t,” he said between kisses, “it’s a bank holiday.”
“So it is,” she said and turned around to face Nick. He smiled and kissed her passionately on the lips. She undid the tie on his bath robe and it slid off his slender, drummer shoulders. The two of them stood there, naked, making it clear to second base. He finally couldn’t take it any more, and he picked her up and placed her on the bed. They slid under the covers and he continued kissing her. His hands slid up and down her naked body, finally resting on her hip. She whispered his name, and he took it as a cue to slip inside her.
Meanwhile, Nick’s parents are busy knocking on his door.
“Maybe he has a key under the mat,” his mother said.
“He’s not that stupid,” his father said and she bent down to look under the mattress. After fishing around for a few seconds, her hand came out holding a key.
“Well, he’s still not stupid,” his father said worriedly. She took the key and put it in the door.
“Hello?” she called to no response.
“Are you sure you told him we had to come today and not Friday?” his father asked as they walked through the kitchen.
“Yeah, I did. Well, I think so,” his mother said unsurely. They continued to walk through the house looking for their son.
“Nick? Are you home?” he asked but only heard a rhythmic thumping noise in response. They followed the noise, thinking maybe he was hammering something that needed repair in the house. They reached his bedroom door where the noise was coming from. Without a thought to the wrong side, his father opened the door. Right in front of his parents was Nick, under his covers, with his girlfriend, getting his rocks off. They turned to see the older couple standing in the door, mouths agape, watching everything before their eyes. Nick quickly covered their heads with the remainder of the blanket, pulled out even quicker, and poked his head out of the blanket.
“Why are you here?” he asked inquisitively.
“Your mother forgot to tell you that we were coming today, not Friday,” his father said.
“Oh,” Nick said and looked around. “Can you give us a minute? We’ll meet you in the kitchen.”
“Sure thing,” his mother said and they turned and walked out.
“That was…embarrassing,” Nicole said once Nick rolled off her.
“That’s one way to put it,” he said and got out of bed. Nicole followed suit and they both got dressed. When they got into the kitchen, however, his parents were nowhere to be found. Instead, on the table, was a note. Nick read it aloud:
“Dear Nick,
Sorry we walked in on you today. I’m sure it was as embarrassing for you as it was for us. We decided we’d come back Friday like originally planned. Sorry for the inconvenience.
Love,
Mom and Dad
Ps: Your key from under the mat is on the table. Try picking a better hiding spot next time.”

Nick shook his head and put down the letter. “Man, my parents are soooo weird.”