California Dreamin' Pt. 08 - Sex Stories

California Dreamin' Pt. 08

... out on the floor rather like five-year olds might. Instead of little toys and candies, we found high-end chocolates, expensive face cream, and other assorted indulgences we would probably never buy for ourselves. We stood and hugged her, both not so secretly glad she'd broken our agreement.

"And since I guess I'm in trouble anyway," she continued, "here." Sloane reached behind a chair and came back with a small box and an envelope. She handed them to Quinn and me, respectively.

I nodded for Quinn to go first. She tore the paper off to reveal the matte white box underneath.

"A new iPhone?" she asked, somewhat confused. "I mean that's areally nice present..."

"Well, that's actually not the present," said Sloane, "I mean the phone is for you, but...just open it."

Quinn pulled the lid off, the phone inside was already powered up. Sloane reached over and tapped the screen and opened the photos app. She touched the single file and a video began playing. Quinn's eyes went wide and almost immediately started misting.

"Red Rocks..." she choked out.

"One of our first real dates," said Sloane. "Remember some asshat was flying a drone all over the place? I tracked him down and got him to give me the file. Turns out the video isamazing... We're even in it. Maybe two minutes in... The phone just seemed better than giving you a flash drive."

"Thank you," said Quinn, wiping her eyes and pulling Sloane into a hug.

"Me next!" I said excitedly. I tore open the ...

... envelope and extracted a thick wad of paper that had been stapled together. I laughed out loud as I fanned the pages. "Ohmigod, a coupon book... I haven't seen one of these since I made one for my parents in like third grade." My eyes widened as I started to read.Thirty minute shower massage with head washing, One full makeover including outfit (either gender), An outdoor activity Sloane would normally pass on, and a few other naughtier actives that threatened to make my loose sweats a bit tighter. I pulled her into a hug and kissed her. "I'm looking forward to cashing these in..."

"Me too," she grinned.

I was about to dash for my suitcase when Quinn interrupted.

"I guess since we're doing this... stay here, be right back." She ran to the bedroom and came back with a handful of small boxes. She handed me a tiny one first.

I took the lid off and dug through the soft padding. Inside was what I assumed to be some kind of jewelry, a kind of short metal tube with a gap in one side. Finely etched in the silver finish was a pattern of vines or brambles. I'd seen her wear something similar on the outside of her ear.

"It's an cuff," she said, eyeing my reaction. "The pattern isthorns, as inThornton. I stole it from some British history site. It said the pattern was on most of the Thornton family crests or whatever. I don't know about yours or where y'all came from, but—"

"Quinn," I interrupted, "it's amazing." I slipped the cuff onto the outside of my right ear and pushed ...