One Desire

by Rice, Rachel E.

  “Nothing is wrong. I don’t want to prevent you from anything important.”

  “There is nothing more important than you, my princess.” Brandon had a way with words and he had his way with me because when he spoke to me I felt as if I would do anything for him.

  “If there’s nothing wrong, and how could it be?” he questioned, “when you and I are together. Let’s enjoy every minute. No one knows what tomorrow may bring.”

  ***

  He took my hand and we walked on the beach and the warmth of his hand and arms cradle me making me feel special. I felt loved, I felt desired, and I never experienced that kind of emotions. He chased me into the surf and rushed out to get me when he thought I had gone too far. My clothes were wet when he carried me from the water, and lay me on the sand. He straddled my body as the tide washed over us. The cool of the air cause a rise in his body.

  When I felt him, I leaned into him and he pressed his hard body into me. We were breathless as we gazed into each other’s eyes. Brandon stood and pulled me up and said, “It’s late, do you mind having dinner in. I left instructions to have it ready at seven. We have enough time to shower and dress.”

  We had wandered far from the cottage. It took a half hour of walking to return to that large white house. Exhausted, I collapsed on the porch. Brandon scooped me up placing me in his arms and opened the door, bringing me to the bedroom where we had slept together but didn’t consummate our love for each other.

  I dropped my soiled clothes at my feet and slipped into the shower when Brandon left to make a phone call. My back was to the door and steam was rising when I felt the cool air. I turned to close the shower door and Brandon stood naked in front of me. His eyes smoldering with heat and passion. I was so overcome by his body that I froze. I had never seen such amazing arms and chest. He towered over me and his legs were strong like an athletes.

  I couldn’t think of anything to say but, “Were you a jock?”

  “Yes, I’ll tell you about that later. Do you mind?”

  “Do I mind what?” I said forgetting that he said that he would never stop asking me to take a shower with him. “This is your first time with a man?”

  “Yes,” I said with a shaky voice, praying the water would disguise my nervousness.

  “I like that I’m your first.” I turned my back and he kissed my shoulders and poured the bath wash on a towel and gentle and easy wiped my back. The ease and patience with which he scrubbed my back and then my butt left chills over my heated body. I couldn’t control my breathing. The water didn’t calm and disguise the sound I made. When he touched my breasts, he had braced his body behind me, and I shouted, “Enough!”

  Pushing him aside I reached for the shower door opened it and sprinted through it. He left the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist. I had forgotten the robe and towel and when I realized I had nothing on, I jumped under his mother’s quilt and wrapped myself in his baby clothes.

  His eyes fixed on me. He ran his tongue around his lips, his excitement not to be disguised by the towel. I was naked under the covers and that brought him to arousal. “What do I have to do to convince you that I want you and I love you?” he said trying to convince me of his sincerity.

  “It’s not enough for you to say that you love me. This was not supposed to happen. This is not a fairytale and I’m not your princess.”

  “You are as long as we are together in this house,” he said smiling.

  “What happens when we’re not here?” I asked.

  “You will always be my princess. I know I live in a different universe than you and I’m engaged, but as long as you’re with me there will be no other in my heart.”

  “Those are pretty words. You will say whatever you want to get what you want,” I said angry at myself for allowing this to go as far as it did.

  “Do you believe that? Because if you do I’ll take you home now. Nothing happened. You have nothing to be ashamed of, you just spent a few days with a friend. Or you can stay here with me and love me like I love you, because I know that you love me.”

  I stared long into Medusa’s eyes and I turned to stone. There was no way I could run from him. I turned the covers over and let him get in and snuggle beside my naked body with his body still wrapped in a towel. I wanted to lay beside him and dream. Dream that we were just married and we were on our honeymoon.

  He slipped his towel from his body and I felt the warmth of him. I lay in a deep dream state when he touched and kissed my breasts lightly. I lay in a dream state when he placed his hands between my legs and I was in a dream state when I had my first orgasm with him.

  ***

  We woke to the smell of Chinese food. It’s Peking duck, fried rice, and dumplings. “Where did you find Peking duck around here?” I questioned sitting up with a big smile on my face that I couldn’t remember having since I was a child.

  “It’s not from here, it’s from New York’s China Town.” His hand brushed my messy hair to one side. “I did that for you. I know you would get tired of eating seafood. Come on and get up.”

  I stepped out from under the covers naked. After all, what was I trying to hide? It was like locking up the barn after the horses have all run away. Brandon met me and our naked bodies touched and ignited an arousal in both of us.

  He looked at me and made a sigh, “I guess we have to eat sometimes.” We had been in the bed for two days just running to the fridge to get what was left in it and it was running low. Brandon didn’t want to order any food because he didn’t want to leave the bed and to tell the truth, I couldn’t break myself away from him. He did manage to text the captain to fly to New York and fly back with the food.

  We sat down for Peking duck, dumplings, fried rice and vegetables. Brandon proficient in using chop sticks wield them as if he was born with them in his hands. I glanced at him in amazement. I barely held the meat with the sticks. “What?” He queried with a mouth full with dumplings.

  “It’s amazing how you use those chopsticks. I can’t manipulate my fingers in that way.

  “Not so, considering I lived in Hong Kong as a child. My father is in banking.” It was the first time I heard Brandon discuss his family. I didn’t want to pry and perhaps he thought I knew all about his famously rich family.

  “What does your father do?” He said stuffing a mouthful of duck into his incredible mouth and chewing each piece with his perfect white teeth. All I could do was stare at him. “What does he do? I mean for a living,” he said looking up from his plate.

  “Oh. He’s an architect. He draws up plan for houses.” I tried to make it appear as if he was an important man but in truth he worked in the construction business, sporadically. He never asked about my mother assuming that she stayed at home and went to charity dinners and occasional played cards with her friends. Nevertheless, I let out a sigh of relief because I didn’t want to admit that my mom had taken a job as a cashier at the local market to supplement my father’s occasional wages.

  Brandon appeared pleased at my half admission. “I wanted to become an architect once, now that’s job, being creative, and using your hands to make life better for people.” He had a look as if he had regrets. His mind appeared to be working and it wasn’t concentrating on me. Or was it? Was I one of his regrets?

  “My family buys up land and buildings and develop them and then make money off of them. That’s how we make our money. I’m expected to take over one of their companies in New York next month.” He glanced at me and I stopped eating. He said, “I don’t want to talk about it.” He didn’t want to talk anymore because he was treading on quick sand which might destroy his time with me. I didn’t want to be reminded that he was marrying a girl in his social circle in two days either.

  He saw the sadness in my eyes because he recognized too that our time together had come to an end, and he had no control over it. What was he to do? Throw away his whole life for a girl he had only met five days ago. I considered myself dispensable. He had to have
had many rendezvous. Why was I so special? He tried to make me believe I was but I came to believe I wasn’t.

  “Let’s take a walk and when we return everything will be mysteriously clean and the fridge will have been stocked. I want our last nights to be the best. I want you never to forget this.”

  “I will never forget you.” Tears welled in my eyes and with his thumb he wiped the tears away. I glanced at him and I could swear that tears were pooling in his eyes. “Take a shower with me.”

  “You didn’t ask before, you just walked in, why now,” I said to him.

  “I should have but I wanted you badly and I couldn’t wait.”

  “I know. It was the same for me,” I said locking eyes with him.

  He took my hand and walked to the shower. “This time I will wash your back,” I said letting Brandon walk in first. I reached for the sponge and lathered it and sponged his wide shoulders. Looking at his strong butt I couldn’t help myself. His body made me weak and when he grabbed my arms and pulled me around to him, I lost my breath. I kissed his shoulders and his arms. These were not ordinary kisses they were kisses of desperation, and he felt them and turned me around.

  The water fell hard as if we were standing in the rain on a summer day, and I was drowning in desire and passion for Brandon Charles.

  Out of the shower we ran and stood wet. He jumped into the bed and begged me to come in.

  “I thought we were going for a walk,” I said to Brandon.

  “We can do that later,” he murmured. I climbed into the bed naked and wet. He felt my breasts as he glanced down on me. “I’m glad I discovered these and I must say that you have the most beautiful breasts I have come across.” I glanced at him and he apologized. “I don’t mean that I have had so many girl friends that I…”

  “Don’t say anymore. You’re digging a hole that is hard to climb out of.” We laughed and instead of having sex, I fell into his arms and he held me tight and I held his strong arms close to me not wanting to let go of this dream I could never have.

  Chapter 6

  After a night of breath taking sex, Brandon surprised me by his gentle and considerate manner. Asking me if he was hurting me when he first entered my body. He knew it was my first time and he approached me as if I were a China doll easily broken.

  At my prep school I heard horror stories of how rich, arrogant, and clueless guys treated the girls they dated. I asked my roommate why she put up with such disrespect and her only answer was “they’re rich, and if I can land one well connected asshole, I can do whatever I want and never have to worry again.”

  I responded in a naive unsophisticated soft voice, “Even if you don’t love them?” She glanced at me as if I had just killed her cat and she had no attachment to it.

  “Well a girl’s got to do what a girl’s got to do. You have to get the money while you’re young. And what’s love got to do with this anyway. With all that money, you can buy love if that’s what you’re looking for.” That took my breath. Here in my own world thinking that if I found love then that’s all I needed in life. Someone to love and love me.

  I chalked that up to something that had been drummed into their heads. That marrying outside of their social and monetary circles were a taboo and to ensure that they would marry well they would put up with all kinds of disgusting and demeaning behavior.

  Looking at Brandon lying peaceful, I couldn’t imagine that he was anything like the guys I had heard about. I prejudged him from the time I laid eyes on him because of the stories I heard from my roommate. People are never what they appear to be. My insecurities judged him unfairly.

  But then lightning struck my sex saturated brain, and it hit me, Brandon is getting married in two days.

  I forgot about his forthcoming marriage in my lust for everything he had to offer—his body, his love—him. He could never give me any more than what I was getting now. Sexual release and a fairytale life for a few days. I wasn’t in his social class and I knew nothing about him. At this moment I thought about Googling him. I wanted to see the kind of woman he would choose to spend his life with. I wanted to know if she was pretty. But of course she had to be and far smarter than me because I was sleeping with a man that would be married to her. And I had given myself to him freely.

  She was probably a virgin and saved herself for that night he would take her in his arms and state that he loved her the way he did when he took my virginity from me.

  Our time was coming to an end and all I thought about was I was going to lose this man and I would never be the same. I turned to gaze at him and his arms clenched me in a tight squeeze. He never opened his eyes. He was gorgeous lying there next to me and I could only dream because that’s all it was or ever would be—just a dream.

  The sun rose on the horizon and it filled the room with orange and yellow blotting out the white in the room. I felt as if I could touch it if I got up and went to the beach. This experience made more dramatic because it occurred with a man I desired and wanted more than life itself. Letting out a large sigh, I managed to satisfy myself with today. Today is all we have, Brandon had said when I first met him. I realize now he prepared me understand that what we shared was temporary.

  Leaning over Brandon to kiss him for these wonderful few days, I spied a figure standing in the doorway. She stood dressed in expensive designer black slacks and a white blouse. With her Louis Vuitton red and black bag, clutching it firmly in one hand, which caught my eye before her face became visible. I knew it had to be serious because I felt the anger she emitted. I didn’t know who this person was who brought these strong vibes cloaking the peaceful bed and room. She stood in the shadows of the room, perched in the doorway, tapping her impatient foot.

  I gave Brandon a hard nudge in his side. He mumbled, “What’s up princess?”

  “There’s a woman standing in the doorway,” I whispered.

  With his eyes still closed and his lips turned up in a smile he said, “Oh, that’s just Carmen our maid. She does the tidying up around here.”

  “Well if it’s the maid she’s wearing some expensive clothes to make the beds,” I whispered. Brandon’s eyes shot open and he sat up in a quick flash forgetting he was naked under the covers. The quilt fell low showing his chest and below his waist, and revealing my naked breasts, leaving nothing to the woman’s imagination.

  “Mom. What are you doing here?” Brandon questioned with surprise tattooed on his face.

  “It’s my house.” She crossed her arms. “I think I’m entitled to go wherever I want.” The sun rose completely and cast a glow brightening the room. Now I saw her face. She raised an eyebrow. Her hair blond but once she was a dark haired beauty because of her olive skin. A slight woman only five feet. Brandon looked nothing like her. He must have resembled his father. “Aren’t you going to introduce me to your…” she paused several times trying to find the right words so as not to insult me or Brandon? “Your young lady.” She cared about his feelings, and maybe somewhere deep, she remembered that she had been young once.

  “Mom, Tyler, Tyler, mom.” She didn’t say anything or make pretense at being happy to meet me because she wasn’t happy to meet me. And I wasn’t matured enough to act sophisticated and make pretense that this was not a big deal for me to be sleeping with her son.

  “Brandon, I need to see you. We have to talk.”

  “In a few, mom.”

  “Unless you want to discuss this matter in front of…” She searched around for my name. “Tyler, then you should get out of this bed and talk to me.” Her eyes shot daggers at both of us and I felt more naked than I had been. I pulled the cover up to my neck.

  “I coming now mom. Can I get dressed?” he said raising his voice higher.

  “You didn’t have a problem getting undressed I see. Make it a minute or I’m coming back in.” She turned to walk out of the door when she decided to make me more uncomfortable if that is possible and say, “How old are you Tyler?”

  I saw Brandon grimace
and close his eyes. I answered, “Eighteen.”

  “I thought as much.” And she turned and strutted out. Brandon looked at me and shook his head. He didn’t explain and rushed to the bathroom and came out wearing a monogramed robe with B. C. threaded in gold. He reached the open door and closed it behind him.

  The minute he left, I wrapped myself in a sheet and opened a small gap in the door so I could hear. I wouldn’t have heard anything, but the shouting and their voices reverberated. I heard Brandon’s loud voice, “I’m a man and my life is my life. If I want to fuck it up, it’s on me.”

  Then his mom stated, “Don’t use that tone and words with me. What is wrong with you? You have this wonderful woman willing to commit to a life with you. When you disappeared I knew what that was about. You have found some teenager…”

  “You don’t understand mother, I love Tyler,” he said. I didn’t know if those words were for me, but it made an impression. He told his mother that he loved me.

  “I do understand. You are young and you will get over her.” And she stepped away turning her back to him.

  “I will never…” she cut him off.

  “You have to go through with that marriage,” she said.

  “I don’t want to hear this,” Brandon shouted standing up looking down at his mother. She walked closer and took his hand to quiet his anger.

  “You will do as you are told and come back to New York with me and marry Angela.” Brandon pulled away from her and turned his back. She moved closer and passed her hand up and down his back. He appeared to relax.

  “You can’t…” And she stopped mid-sentence. Brandon was facing the door and I saw anger and hurt play over him. His mother had won.

  “I’m sorry Brandon,” she said. “But you have to consider your future and ours.”

  “Look mom, I can’t discuss this any longer.” He walked away from her and headed for the room. I eased the door shut and rushed into the shower.