Sex Metal Barbie

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Today was my last day with my parents and even after all the embarrassment I went through, I still felt like this was an great trip. Although, maybe I think that because Chris and I had the most  aggressive sex ever, which was pretty great in my case. The bad apart about that subject was that I was right about being sore. My inner thighs were killing me and it hurt to walk. But hey, it was all worth it.

"So Chris stayed so he can fly with you home?" My mom asked, breaking me away from my thoughts.

"Yeah. He thought it was a good idea" I smiled.

"It is but remember how small those airplane bathrooms are" She said in a serious voice.

I looked at her weird, "Huh?"

"Chris and you. It's too small for sex"

My eyes widen and my cheeks burned red, "MOM!"

She laughed, holding her stomach as her face turned red. I rolled my eyes and sighed. When did she get so inappropriate?

My mom looked at my face then finally calmed down, "I'm sorry, dear. I had too. But anyways, David and I wanted Chris to come over for dinner"

"Seriously?"

She nodded, "Yes. Why?"

"It's weird. When I used to play his music and put posters up of him and the rest of the band, you used to make sick noises and now you want him over"

"That was before I knew what he was like. I just didn't like his looks and all his... Screaming"

"That's why you should open your mind before your mouth, mom" I smiled, feeling so proud of myself for using that quote.

"I know. But hey, I did like the aspirin lyric!"

I laughed, "The 'Bitch, you give a fucking aspirin a headache' lyric"

She laughed too, "Yes! I use that on your father too much."

I rolled my eyes. I absolutely hated when she talked bad about my father.

"Anyways, can you invite him over?" She pleaded.

I sighed then nodded, "Yeah. I'll go call him"

I walked upstairs slowly, the pain was so bad when I went upstairs. I got into my room and got my phone, calling Chris.

"Hey" Chris answered "You sore, baby?"

I giggled softly, "Yes, all thanks to you!"

"Yeah? Next time, I'll go easier on you" He chuckled then sighed, "So what's up?"

"Well, I just came from talking with my mom and she wants you to come over for dinner. Kind of like a 'Farewell dinner' I guess"

"Oh, that sounds good. I'll come"

I smiled, "Yay! And then after we can go straight to the airport"

"Alright, what time should I be over?"

I looked at my phone, "It's four o'clock now so come at six"

"Alright, I'll be there. See you soon, Princess" He hung up.

I put my phone back on the night stand and went to my bags. I packed up what I had left out so I wouldn't have to do it tonight. I put my bags on my bed so it'll be quick to get them as well.

I looked into the mirror and decided to change out of what I had on into one of the dresses I brought. It was a black tight sundress that stopped just above my knee. I put my hair down and then I put on mascara. I was ready.

After about an hour I heard the doorbell, Chris was here. I nearly ran downstairs, fighting the pain as I went down to open it. But unfortunately, my mom beat me to it.

"Nice to see you again too, please come in" I heard my mom say.

Chris looked at me as he came in. I smiled at him softly, he did back. I finally reached the bottom of the stairs and I went to hug him, our first PDA.

"Dinner is almost ready" My smiled and went back to the kitchen.

Chris turned to me and kissed me softly, "Your house is really beautiful inside"

"Thank you. It was really rude of me to not invite you inside yesterday" I said looking down.

"No, it's okay. I had a phone interview anyways"

"Oh, good. Would you like to sit down?" I asked, pointing to the dinning room where our table was.

He nodded, heading over there. I sat in front of him as he was to the right of me. He had his hands on the table. I reach over and grabbed his hand, playing with his fingers, taking his coffin ring off and putting it on my finger.

"Whatcha think you're doing, Princess?" He questioned, eyeing his ring.

"I'm just wearing it. I know you love this ring" I giggled.

He smiled, "Good. I'll let you wear tonight, just give it back after"

I nodded, "Of course"

"So guess what" Chris smiled.

"Whatty?"

"The award show is next week"

I smiled, "Shit. I still need a dress"

"We'll take care of that. Don't worry"

My mom came out with plates, silverware, and cups. She set them out on the table then went back into the kitchen, it was dinner time!

I held up index finger to Chris then went to the kitchen. I grabbed the drinks to pour into the cups and then the actual food. I brought it out and set it down.

"Can you pour the drink into the cups, puddin?" I asked, politely.

"Of course" Chris smiled and began doing just that.

My mom came out with the last thing and sighed, looking at each thing on the table to see if she forgot anything, which she didn't.

"You guys can start eating, I'm going to go get David" My mom said.

I sat back down and began getting my food. After I got everything I liked, Chris picked out what he wanted.

"This is really good!" Chris smiled.

"Agreed. My mom can cook!" I laughed.

David and my mom came in from outside to eat. They sat down and began eating as well.

It was silent for a while until I decided to speak up, "I gonna miss you guys"

My mom looked up from her plate, smiling, "We're gonna miss you too"

Chris laughed softly, "You guys are cute"

I playfully rolled my eyes at him and laughed, "Shush. There's a lot of love in this room"

"Oh, I can tell" He laughed.

After we finished eating, I went up to get my bags then said goodbye to my parents. After we went outside.

"Your parents are so nice" Chris smiled.

"Yeah. They're pretty rad" I laughed.

All of a sudden, I felt Chris' come down on my ass hard. I looked at him like he was crazy, "What was that for?!"

"You rolled your eyes at me in there. You don't roll your eyes at me"

I sighed, "Sorry, I forgot"

"Good girl" He said as we got into the car.

We drove to the airport and made it just in time for our flight. I ended up falling asleep on the plane.

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