by H. M. Irwing
Now those very same balustrade inspired an awe that only a respect for the abundance of money that produced it could bring. I didn't belong here.
I broke into shivers in the cold foyer just as Jake released my hand to head into the library in Sam's wake. I could hear them talk along the way. They were discussing my certificates. My damn stupid dud certificates. I knew instinctively that they would bring me nothing but grief. That instead of a fountain of joy at the end of there would only be an overwhelming vacuum, especially if Sam managed to pry my Jake away in the process.
I stood there hating myself for my gloomy thoughts. I never used to be such a pessimist.
I shook away my useless thoughts.. disappointed in myself for letting me down. I had a hot boyfriend who loved me back. I had no right to feel so negative. So doubtful. Jake has known me my whole life and has wanted to be with me for the past two years. So if anything its Jake who should be wary of fickle me ... not I over him.
I left the empty foyer and my echoing footsteps made their way to the library where the sound of a heated discussion was underway.
Curious, after a quick rap, I pushed open the closed door. Jake was seated behind his dad's desk staring into the screen of his computer. Sam was standing behind him. Leaning in closer than was necessary to view the screen over his shoulders.
"You go on ahead to my room. I'll be up shortly,"Jake instructed without looking up from whatever he was perusing. I could see he was preoccupied with work so much so that he wouldn't notice Sam's adoring gaze... at least not yet. That soothed my anxiety some. So much so that I allowed the corners of my lips to twitch up into a smile as I obligingly did as he bid. Spotting Stacy seated by his feet I snapped my fingers and called out to her. But Stacy was loyal to her Jake. I could appreciate that. I kind of felt that way towards him too. Pursing my lips to blow out a short sharp piercing whistle that I learnt from Jake years back, I got a prompt response from Stacy and a wide appreciative grin, that reduced me to blushes, from Jake.
I took off at a quick jog with Stacy trotting in my wake. Taking the great stairs two at a time I pushed myself to huff and puff as I made my way upstairs towards Jake's room. As I went memories of my prior visits to his house played on my mind. My first kiss starred foremost in my mind heating up my already over active libido.
I passed by the stuffy portraits of ancient ancestors that were mostly not his. Mrs Neel had gone on a portrait purchasing frenzy some years back and had done her best in filling up every bare inch of wall with a picture of ancient strangers. I had thought it freaky back then but I could appreciate the shrewd investments they actually were, now.
I pushed opened the door to his room and unfailingly the image of him wet and bare and most importantly plastered to me as I lay beneath him on his bed and him over me. Kissing me. Endlessly long drugging kisses after short sweet sips alternating with rougher harder meshing of our lips...tongue.
I shook the memories free from my mind and slowly made my way across the span between door and bed to sink down into its soft plush depths. Closing my eyes I gave myself up to my memories of Jake.
Chapter 7
"I want to lick your balls and suck on your lolly pop," I said into the phone.
"Oh baby, yes!"
"I want to take you in deeper. I am so wet for you baby. So so wet," I said into the phone before turning the page.
"Hey Lucy! You want to come out and shoot some hoops?" Cat struggling to get her rhythm right had taken on basketball.
"Could we hold a second?" I said into the phone before covering the mouth piece to holler back at Cat, "I can't I'm filling in for Janet!"
"Again? Man she never does her work." Cat grumbled volubly before going off to hassle Emily. I went back to the phone.
"Sorry to keep you waiting," I read out the appropriate response from the sheets of paper scattered before me.
"Your breasts...talk to me about them. Tell me...how they feel?"
I shuffled the papers about before finding the right one," Oh my breasts are so heavy," I say with the right amount of breathlessness to my voice, "My nipples are so hard... and tight... like pebbles. I ache darling...I ache for your touch. I need your lips on my tits...," I trailed of uncertainly then for my caller had fallen silent and there was not much else on the subject that I could read.
"More baby. I'm almost there...just give me more."
I looked down at my own barely there nubs and knew I would find no source of inspiration there. So I scrambled through the scattered papers desperately searching for something that would help. Then memory clicked. Reaching down to the lowest drawer of the desk that I sat at I whipped it open to find the latest copy of playboy magazine. Trust Jake to be up to date. I grinned impishly then flicked expertly to just the right page.
"My tits crave your dick. I want to breast fuck you so hard. ..I want.."
"Ohhh oh I'm ..coming!"
Scrambling frantically I searched and found the right response," I'm glad. Thank you for calling Lustylines, where all your lust filled dreams will come true. Our charges have been credited to your card. Please call back soon...I'll be waiting."
I hung up the phone then and heaved a sigh of relief. These sort of calls were surprisingly exhausting. The fine hairs on the back of my neck prickled and I knew instantly I was no longer alone. I looked up into the cold hard stare of Jake's hazel green eyes.
Oh dear!
"Jake? What are you doing here?" I gulped down my shock. I had heard a slight sound earlier but my caller had been about to come so I hadn't looked back thinking it must have only been Cat or Em.
"This is my room."
I looked up into his glittering hard eyes and saw something in them that I didn't recognise and I knew I had some serious explaining to do...
I jerked back to the present when Jake opened the door to his room.
"Lucy, not asleep already?" Jake called out to me as he moved to take a seat on the bed beside me.
"Nope. Just recalling the good old times," I said mildly not mentioning just what specific memory I had been recalling. Something told me he wouldn't see it my way still. Lustylines had been a mistake. One I had honestly enjoyed even if it had creeped me out at first but after the first time it had been plain fun. It was in truth the only mischief I had ever gotten into. Answering those calls had been my only act of rebellion in my youth…and I hadn't even been paid for answering those calls. Nope my friend Janet had reaped those benefits.
"Tell me babe. What naughty thoughts were going through that dirty mind of yours." Jake looked down at me with interest while I sputtered indignantly.
"Dirty? I was not...I do not think dirty," I denied vehemently. Lying outright between my teeth.
"Babe I know you. I know that look on your face. You were thinking dirty. Admit it."
"I was only recalling that day when Cat, Emily and I stayed over at your place. I must have been fifteen then. You caught me on the phone.... handling a Lustylines caller," I muttered sheepishly trying hard not to look at his reaction.
His eyes darkened with something unexpected. I realised it was that very same expression I had seen glittering in his eyes on that day. Just after he caught me finishing up on a Lustylines call. I didn't recognise it back then but having seen it many times since only recently. I now knew it for what it was. Lust!
Well lust and anger... but still... lust.
"You're still answering those calls?"
Jake all but thundered out.
"No!" I shook my head in denial. "I stopped that very day when you grabbed the collar of my shirt and hauled me up against you and...," I paused remembering. Jake had stared into my eyes with that same glittering look before his eyes fell to my lips and then he had trusted me away and stated in no uncertain terms that he never wanted to see me with that phone again.
"And what?" Jake's green glittered into my greys.
"You wanted me?" I stated questioningly.
Jake groaned out loud then, "I had just turn
ed eighteen if you recall. I was a man ready to take on manly things. The last thing I expected was to be so turned on ....by a fifteen year old teenager. Hearing your voice over that phone.. talking dirty like that.... and you had no idea the effect your innocent sexy voice had in uttering that dirty things. God I've wanted you to talk dirty to me ever since."
Jake stretched out beside me and turned onto his side to look at me. I mimicked his pose. "If all you ever wanted was for me to talk dirty to you. You need only have asked."
I closed in the gap and let my lips brush softly to his. I brushed it onc , twice more before he took over the kiss to ferociously capture and plunder mine. I gasped out in delight.
"Hell yes! Talk dirty babe let’s hear you say just how much you want me?"
Jake breathed out in soft puffs of air ruffling the strands of my hair. I couldn't wait to see his reaction but I had no idea how to start. I had always been reading it out loud in the past. I never had to actually think it through. But somehow I didn’t think regurgitating the stuff I've used in the past would work. Looking at the interested keen gaze of Jake I knew nothing but the truth of how I felt for him would do.
"You make me feel so horny," I started with a soft smile. "Everytime I look at you... touch you... I feel an excitement ...that’s hard to explain. But the more I'm with you the more...I want you."
"Tell me how you want me," Jake prompted me softly when I paused over the sudden attack of shyness.
"K..kisses," I stuttered out then taking a deep breath I continued more under control," I want your kisses. I love them."
"Where?" Jake breathed out tense in rising excitement. "Where do you want them?"
"Here," I said pointing to my lips. He stared at the trembling softness and said urgently," Say it. Tell me where."
"My lips..kiss me on my lips," I said eagerly needing his lips on mine.
"Only there," he prompted again. "Do you only want my kisses on your lips?"
I trembled in reaction to that question. If he only knew just where I wanted his lips.
"My neck," I muttered faintly, prevaricating, but need his lips to go somewhere...anywhere. But all he did was quirked a quick smile and urge me on," Where else?"
I knew what he was asking for but I couldn't bring myself to say it. I tried to speak with my actions instead by moving my hands to touch him but he wasn't having that. With a quick movement he had both my hands captured in his and raised high above my head. He closed in on me but refrained from letting us touch. I was beyond frantic for more. I tried to wiggle forward but he only leaned back.
"Please!" I finally begged pleading for more.
"You know..," he whispered huskily," what you have to do."
"I want you," I finally sobbed out," I want your kisses on my lips, my neck… my breast....my..my....
"Say it!" He demanded tightly.
"Pussy...I want your kisses there," I gave in defeated by my own libido.
"And what would you like to do to me?"
I stared up at him then and let him see into my very soul. I didn't hide anything away from him when I said earnestly, "I want to kiss you there too. I want to kiss your ...."
But he never let me say it for his mouth was already eagerly upon mine.
"Put your arms around me," Jake demanded as soon as he released my bruised lips. I readily complied and lifted my boneless limbs with effort to wrap them about his large frame. I clung on tight as soon as the contact with him revitalised my strength. I burried my lips into the crook of his neck and nibbled away in pleasure.
Jake groaned out loud. "Gosh Lucy you're not helping."
No I wasn't. I opened my lips and ran my tongue along the smooth surface of his skin. His hold on me tightened clutching me closer.
"Babe I'm going to play you all night....kiss every inch of you...especially where ...you want it most," he whispered hoarsely.
I wiggled eagerly against him impatient to get started. I shifted from little licks to outright nibbles.
With a sudden growl he lunged up capturing my lips with a hard kiss.
"Are you sure?" Jake asked quietly.
I stared into his bright serious eyes and felt my heart blossom with love for him. I couldn't imagine my first time with anyone else...not even Richard.
"Yes....yes Jake. Please make love to me."
His posture stiffened with tension. "I... I'll get the box of condoms," he said with a gulp and was off the bed heading into the bathroom in a flash. That deflated the excitement a little for I knew as well as he did that he kept them right here underneath the bed. We...the twins and I had raged him about it plenty of times in the past. It was not as if he brought his girls to his home and took them on his bed. Nope, I was certain, I would be the first in that regard. I got off the bed and made my way to the bathroom fearing the worst. Pushing open the door I found Jake standing there over the sink and simply staring at his reflection.
"Jake?"
Concerned I went to stand behind him wrapping my arms about his waist.
"Lucy...I..I've wanted you so much for so long...I don't know how to proceed," he said finally and I stared at his broad back not understanding.
"You're having performance issues?" I blurted that out unthinkingly.
"Lucy!"
"Sorry! I just didn't expect ...this," I said falteringly. "If you're expecting me to take the lead and ...well… know what to do. Well, then I'm sorry to disappoint you but no can do. Not that I am exactly clueless and all. I mean I do know just where what goes ...but that's about it." I muttered out hurriedly feeing thrown off the deep end. Then I was reeling from my high pitched diatribe certain I had already said too much. I peeked around his back to look up into his reflection and saw him biting his cheek...trying to hold back...laughter.
Scarlet in mortification I pushed away from him to tumble out the door but his swift hold on my wrist prevented me from escaping.
"Let's take this slow shall we. I know I wanted you to stay here but I don’t think I can. Not on that bed and well not take you. You’ll be safer in your bed. Just knowing we’re under your dad’s roof will help some.” Jake smiled at me sheepishly, making me wrap my arms about him to hug him tight. He rested his chin on my head and then continued to lay out his plans, “I'll drive you home and spend the night there with you. I will be returning to my campus tomorrow and I have no idea when I'll be seeing you next. I know if I make...make love to you now I won't be able to let go of you so soon...I won't be able to leave tomorrow."
I stared into his soft eyes and knew he was right. I would feel the same way...clingy...needing his nearness constantly and well just bloody possessive. I burned at the thought of other girls having been this close to him.
I nodded my head.
"I'll wait downstairs while you pack," I said and turned to do just that.
Chapter 8
Last night had been bitter sweet. Jake had taken me home stopping for a bite at a burger joint then at the local night spot for a quick spin around the dance floor and then we were in my room wrapped up in each other’s arms reminiscing over the past. Jake had chosen to linger overlong on the topic of Lustylines and he did get me to delve in deeper into some down and dirty pillow talk. We stayed up late into the wee hours of the morning before our tired eyes slammed shut on us.
So here I was now in my cantankerous old car heading back to campus after a particularly sorrowful parting with my Jake. I swiped away at yet another tear rolling down my cheeks.
I roared the rusty little engine down the freeway dodging curses and vicious honks along the way before swerving across three lanes and making for the exit that I very nearly missed. My departure off the freeway was acknowledged and cheered on with yet many more furious hoots and then I was ambling down the country-side lane towards where my place of abode for the rest of the week would be based.
Pulling over into the first vacant slot I shut the uproarious engine and breathed in the deep silence that followed before reaching into the back s
eat to grab my belongings. I emerged to find Mark standing just outside the hostel doorway waiting for me. I wondered momentarily how he knew I would be arriving at just this point but then with my workday about to start in the next hour or so, it didn’t really take a genius to figure it out. I trudged up the path and brushed past him intent on ignoring the deceptive man that he was.
"Lucy!"
I ignored him.
"Lucy Little!"
I turned back then. Having my full name blared out to all and sundry was not the way I intended to start the week.
"Yes, Marcus Slater. What is it?"
"Lucy. Don't let this affect our friendship. You've known me long enough to know I would never do anything that would hurt Emily." He began his pleas immediately without any preamble
I looked into his serious face and had to acknowledge that I did know that. Mark was good that way. Responsible. Unlike Emily. Which did make them an ideal couple but the age gap was there and couldn't be overlooked. At least not for another year. Somehow I could not see my dear little sister refraining from committing the act for another whole year. Especially, not when she was with the love of her life. I opened my mouth to voice that out but he cut me off at the start.
"Trust me to care for her. That is all I ask. Trust me not to hurt her in anyway." Mark said persistently, to the mutiny on my face. I sighed knowing it was inevitable. But I did trust Mark, it was only Emily that… well, Mark knew her as well as I, if not better. So he knows full well what he is getting into and if he says he can withstand Emily’s ambush on his senses for the next whole year. Well, then I can only wish him all the best.
I gave a reluctant nod, resigned then to let them muddle it through. "You hurt her and you will answer to me," I state viciously meaning every word even though I actually felt bad saying it, for we both knew that the damage if any will be all on him. This was, after all, Emily, we’re talking about.
