Do you ever wonder how time slips away so quickly? How we age so fast, how those first few charming grey hairs you find turn into a visit to a salon every six weeks? I was becoming a regular with the same stylist Norman used, which I found funny. He is really the only man I knew that went to a stylist instead of a barber. Before we left Georgia I had applied for a passport. I had filled out passport paperwork twice before in my life, once when I had vowed I wanted to back pack through Europe all by myself and again when Mandy and I had wanted to go on a cruise to the Southern Caribbean. Yes, till this trip, I had never set foot off of American soil. I never considered myself much of a traveler, and now here I was spending my life with a man who could double as a flight attendant he travels so much.
Norman had asked me to go with him to Japan for one of his favorite conventions of the year. It would mean that we’d spend Christmas in the air and days inside a hotel, but I was excited to be going. It wasn’t the first Christmas I had missed with my parents. One year I had been dating someone and we had gone to Oklahoma to see his family. Another year they had rented an RV and gone out to Arizona. I had actually thought they might want to spend Christmas in New York with us this year but they were excited that I was going to Japan.
It had been two straight weeks of work for me. It’s been a real joy being in a spa with plenty of therapists and lots of varied work styles. I had been learning new techniques from fellow staffers – and not just the ones I tried on Norman last month! I was hearing great things about a school in California that did workshops and I was considering flying out on occasion to improve my skills. I had been seeing five clients a day, six days a week and I had even gotten a chance to receive two massages myself as a Sophie wanted to try a new Reiki technique on someone. She was a real sweet girl, a New Yorker through and through. We had lunch together every day and she and I were becoming friends, which was nice. I was missing Mandy and though I was never one to have tons of girl-friends it was really nice hanging out with Sophie.
The weather had been pretty good for December and I had made a point to walk the nineteen blocks to our place a few times. Mainly to do some window shopping and find gifts for Norman and his son. I had shipped presents to Georgia weeks ago with the plan that I would Skype with my folks on Christmas Eve and open them together. I have given up on thinking, ‘what do I get the man who has everything’. Really, there is no point in trying to find the perfect gift. He’s pretty minimal for one, doesn’t often buy much for himself. And really, it so impossible to buy for a person who has the world at his fingertips. I found this kind of freeing actually, it allowed me to simply find something I thought he’d appreciate. This year it was a very cool pocket knife that had engraved with our initials inside of a heart.
By the time Christmas Eve rolled around we were both running around like mad. I was finishing my packing and he was taking care of a few things around the house. He printed our boarding passes and finalized vacation plans with his son while I Skyped with my parents as we opened our presents together. Norman had bought my dad a box of cigars and they promised to share them as soon as we got back to Georgia. We had a fire going in the fire place and though we hadn’t decorated for the holiday, the whole thing felt very festive in its own way. As we were wrapping up our conversation the front door buzzed and Norman was giddy to answer it. Yes. Giddy. He had an artist friend who worked in more unusual mediums and he had created a piece that Norm had fallen in love with and bought. It was odd and quirky and when he had first shown me a picture of it I wasn’t sure what to make of it.
But now that it was here I was as excited to see it installed as he was. I was packing on one side of the room while Jake and Norman were unboxing and finding a chair for him to stand on. Thankfully the ceilings in New York are high because this never would have fit in our Georgia home.
“What do you think?” Jake’s voice boomed over the punk music that Norman was playing. The house seemed to be in a bit of chaos tonight and it was fun. I walked around the bed and to the corner of the room where they stood evaluating the length it hung it. How do I describe it? Well, the piece is called ‘dark lights’ and I guess I could see that, but all I see was a baboon hanging from a board wrapped in light bulbs. Jake told me that it was a piece he had reclaimed and modified a bit. Oh and did I mention the baboon was upside down. It really was a sight to see. Norman shut off all the bedroom light as Jake turned on the new chandelier. I have to say, it wasn’t bad. Maybe it was because I had grown up in a house with taxidermied animals or maybe I had simply grown a new love for art as I had grown to love Norman.
I took pictures of them with the installation but it was getting late and I was tired. They guys talked in the living room for a while and by the time Jake left I was dozing on the bed. Norman came in and laid next to me, “Come on Holly, let’s get you tucked in, you have a big day tomorrow.”
“So do you.” I snuggled against him running through the check list in my head for the umpteenth time.
Norman kissed my hair. “First time out the country and you’re going to Japan. That is HUGE.” He pulled me close. “Gonna be a long flight. Really long.” I tried to roll away from him to get up and brush my teeth but he pulled me back. “Bet we could do it like six times on a flight that long.” He laughed.
“You said it was like a twenty hour flight. That’s like twice for you.” I pulled away but not fast enough before he grabbed me back and spanked me a few times.
I hardly slept, getting out of bed twice to make sure my passport was with my things and that I had everything I needed for the flight. Chapstick, ear plugs, gum, neck support. Norman had assured me that the plane would give me all of this and more but I was anxious.
His sleepy voice cut through the quiet, “Get your pretty ass back to bed. I can’t sleep without you.” I thought I was being quiet but Norman summoned me and I obeyed. “This is gonna be great. We won’t have much time for site seeing but you’ll get a taste.” He held my hand, “And we’ll go back someday just for vacation.”
I crawled on top of him and smiled. “I know, I’ll be happy just to be there.” He had a tour guide lined up in case I wanted to go out and about while he and Steven worked all day even though I had planned to stay and hang out at the convention with him. I was sure from everything I had heard last year, that I would get plenty of flavor of this unique country just being at the convention. Plus he had a friends we were going to see at night, Japanese night life was supposed to be off the charts.
He rocked me by my hips as he looked at the clock. “’s After midnight, we could get in some sex now, see how many times we can do it in one day.”
I loved his enthusiasm, and the erection he was rubbing against me but I was exhausted. “Save it for the plane.” I couldn’t believe I had said it, encouraging him into more public sex. I rolled off of him and we fell asleep wrapped together.
He was so calm and cool getting everything together for the flight while I felt rushed and under packed, I kept trying to think of what else I could possibly need. We climbed into the SUV and Paul asked if I was excited to be going to Japan. The look on my face told him I was nervous and he changed the station to some country to help my nerves. By the time we boarded the plane I was wired and full of nervous energy. It was far from my first plane ride but being cooped up that long was going to make me insane. I took a pill, one for my nerves and by the time we were wheels up I was well relaxed.
Norman sat next to me in our little ‘pod’ of first class seats. We were side by side in our own little spaces that would allow us to recline back almost fully for sleeping, but we were separated and there would be no snuggling. I wasn’t sure I was going to like this. We had both packed books and a deck of cards but within the first hour I was asleep and when I woke later Norman had passed out watching a movie. He was so sexy in his ray bans, hat and a leather coat. I took a picture of him but in true Norman fashion, he caught me. He always seemed to catch people taking pictures of him.
“Lets go.” He nudged his head toward the restroom smirking at me. Typical Norman, woke up thinking about getting laid.
I shook my head, the plane was still very busy, we’d have plenty of time for mile high fun after all our cabin neighbors fell asleep.
He drew his sunglasses down so I could see his eyes and mouthed, “Now.”
I couldn’t say no. I casually got up and headed for the rest room letting myself in and leaving the door unlocked. This was the largest airplane bathroom I had ever seen yet it was still tiny. I looked in the mirror and fussed with my hair while Norman snuck in behind me.
He moved my hair and kissed my neck. “MMmm, hi baby.” I smiled at him in the mirror. “What’s wrong?” He stopped kissing me and held my eyes in the reflection. “You feeling okay?”
I stopped looking at Norman and looked back at myself. “I’m fine, must be the lighting.” I turned in his hold and faced him. They ride had been a little bumpy so far and here in this little room I could really start to feel it bouncing.
“Maybe you’re pregnant?” He was smirking at I took his sunglasses and hat off of him.
I dropped them in the sink behind me not realizing that it was an automatic. We laughed as he reached around and saved them both from getting soaked. Pregnant? The thought had never crossed my mind. “Did you just call me fat?”
He kissed me. “Never.” He played in my hair. “Just… you’ve been tired all week and now you don’t look like you’re feeling well is all.” I could tell he was a little concerned. “And we do screw a lot.” Well he was right about all of those things.
There was no doubt in my mind, there was no way I was pregnant but the thought was interesting. “And if I was?” He raised an eyebrow at me, “If I was pregnant?” I found myself gripping the edge of the sink to keep from jarring into him.
Norman’s face lit up as he rubbed his chin and rocked on his heals. Most men would have cringed and panicked but not this man. He loved kids and though we had always said we weren’t going to have any I was sure that if I ended up pregnant he would be very happy about this.
“That’d be cool.” I could tell he was trying to play it all down but the thought did make him happy.
It made me feel bad. I touched his face. I had never wanted to have kids, it had never been my thing. My maternal clock had never really ticked and while all of my high school friends were finally starting families, I had never really wanted it. The men I had dated had hardly ever been serious relationships and though I hadn’t ever had a career path that trumped family, kids just hadn’t been my thing. I always wondered if it was because I had been an only child. “Do you want another kid Norman?” I was serious, we hadn’t talked about this in a very long time.
He shrugged his shoulders but never stopped looking at me.
“Tell me what you’re thinking.” What had started as a run for the mile high club ended up serious very quickly.
He chewed at the side of his thumb as he pulled his thoughts together. “Already have the perfect kid,” He smirked. His son was fantastic but still a teenage boy with all the baggage that brought. “But the idea of making a baby with you….” He paused and pulled me close then continued talking in my ear, “’s like, we should either get married or have a kid, somethin’ that keeps us together forever.”
Neither of us were the marrying type, that paper commitment wasn’t something we needed. But the reality of it was, he would always be bonded to his ex through their son and he liked that. He didn’t need to be with her anymore, but he loved that they were still linked through the child they had together. Connections were so important for Norman.
I nodded my head but I wasn’t sure what to say. I didn’t feel the same way. To me, it didn’t feel as if we needed rings or a baby to hold us together for eternity. He already filled my heart in a way that no one else would, that had always been enough for me. We held on to each other, the noise of the plane filled the tiny space we were in, drowning out any silence there might have been. Our breathing aligned and we were connected at that moment.
After a while he let go of me and looked me in the eyes again, his face looked resolved, as if he had packed away the idea of us having a baby. “Mine.” He mouthed the word as he looked at me. I nodded and smiled. I had to stop feeling badly that I didn’t want to have kids. Though he’d love to have one, it wasn’t a deal breaker for us or something he needed from our relationship. The plane bounced a bit and brought us both back into the moment. I braced against him as he nuzzled at my neck again. “Hey, thought this was supposed to be dirty fun time in the bathroom?” He licked at my neck.
I could never resist him, even if I was tired. “Yeah.” I shook off the feeling of guilt and I started at his t-shirt. His mouth trailed kisses as he started for my jeans. I could feel him hard in his pants and suddenly I craved him in some primal way. The room was warm and when he started to peal my shirt off of me I was glad for the cool air. I had his belt unbuckled and my hand inside, he was hot to the touch, damn I loved that feeling.
A knock at the door startled us both and I hid behind him as he shielded me and spoke. “Occupied.” I could feel the plane bouncing again but neither of us moved, waiting for the person outside to move along. Norman’s hand cupped my breast as I held his cock and we both waited to breathe. A second knocking seemed to annoy him as much as it did me. “Occupied.” He said it louder and I found myself holding onto the sink again.
“Please return to your seat. The captain has turned on the seat belt light.” The male voice on the other side of the door sounded like he meant business. We both sagged in disappointment. The flight was a little bumpy but I didn’t think we needed to be belted in.
Norman let go of my breast and fixed my bra back into place, looking down at the floor for my shirt he smiled, “You gonna let go?” I was still wrapped around his dick and I made a pouty face. We both started to laugh as I worked my hand out of his pants and we finished redressing.
“I’ll go first?” He had his hand on the handle and I nodded. He opened the door carefully and the flight attendant was standing there, I could see his shoulder. Norman walked passed and I was certain I heard him say, ‘you suck’. I had to agree. I looked back to the mirror, he had been right, I looked tired. I felt tired. The schedule I had been keeping these past weeks was exhausting and I had been anxious about this trip. I needed to focus on getting some sleep on this flight so that I would be ready to enjoy the convention and the night life of this city that meant so much to Norman. I counted to three then headed out the bathroom, the attendant was still standing near the door, I walked around him. Norman was already buckled in and there was a pillow and blanket waiting on my chair.
“Evening folks, this is the Captain. We are going to climb above this storm so that you all can get some rest, dinner service will be a little late as we get things smoothed out for. Sit tight.” He had a bit of a Texas drawl to him which I always found comforting.
Norman had his hat back on and looked across the divider to me, “Get some sleep?”
“Yeah, I’m tired.” I got comfortable and leaned back the recliner of my chair as I adjusted my pillow.
“Want me to tuck you in?” Norman had his sun glasses in one hand and the controller for the TV in the other, he wasn’t ready to sleep.
I smiled, “Captain said to buckle up. I’m fine baby.” I leaned toward him and we kissed across the divide. “Wake me if I start snoring too loud.” I didn’t snore often, but I didn’t want to do it on a plane full of people. He kissed the end of my nose.
By the time the plane ride had smoothed out I was dreaming about sex in the airplane bathroom, only it wasn’t the airplane but rather that first bar bathroom we had ever had sex in. And I wasn’t on my knees for Norman but Jessie, the Inn keeper from Connecticut we had hooked up with one spring. And Norman was next to me on his knees as well. Not sucking Andy but rather Sean who was kissing Jessie. The dream had been strange and I seemed to have known that when it was happening because it morphed into something else, a memory of our first time together publicly in the museum with Michael watching us have sex yet this time Andy was with us and Paul was watching as well. I hid nothing this time, no flouncy dress to cover me, I was naked and every time Norman pulled out of me, Andy pushed deep into my mouth. A tag team fantasy I had yet to live out. I hardly ever dreamed this vividly.
I drank down Andy as Norman filled me and in the dream we all fell asleep intertwined together. The idea of Norman and Andy doing me at the same time was one I tried to never think about, though it was something I wanted, that relationship was never about me being in the middle and I know that.
When I woke Norman was asleep cuddled up with his boob pillow, a gift from a fan who knew he traveled often and had a love for breasts. It was the only thing he packed for every trip as it was something the airline could not provide, not even in first class. He’d wake with a crocheted, waffle pattern on his cheek but it was adorable. As quickly as I sat up a flight attendant came by with a bottle of water and asked if I wanted dinner as I had slept through it earlier.
“Nothing heavy.” I was off schedule and my stomach didn’t feel up to a big meal. The cabin was filled with sleeping people, all but me and one man who was stretched out but reading, he smiled at me and went back to his book.
I enjoyed the light snack they had brought over and dove back into my book. It was a long flight. Norman woke and we played cards, I slept, he slept and we shared breakfast together about an hour before we landed. We talked about his time living in Japan this time giving me more details than ever before. He was so excited to be back and even happier to be sharing this trip with me.
“Are you bummed that Andy isn’t going to be here?” Last year’s trip to Japan was the catalyst that changed their relationship and Norman’s life.
He shook his head, “Nah, I mean, I’d love to have him, but it’s such a short trip and I want to show you stuff. And I never get to just hang with Steve.” Most of his co-cast didn’t come on this trip it was usually Norman and just one other, this time it was Steven and they really didn’t get to spend much time together on or off the set, so Norman had been looking forward to this. I had only met him a handful of times myself so we were both excited for this.