Double Threat My Bleep (Double Threat Series)
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Whew. We’re on the road again and there’s silence. Awww. I can relax. I prop my pillow on the side of me and lean into it for a nice little nap.
“So if Danny were to want to hook up, would you?” I hear Kendra ask my mom. Seriously. Am I dreaming? Did she really just ask that? My mom looks over at her with a sheepish grin. “C’mon I know he’s on your freebie list.”
“Ahem…what’s a freebie list?” I ease my way into their highly inappropriate mom conversation. What do they think this is…Sex and The City?
Kendra turns around to inform me, “A freebie list is a list of people…mostly celebrities… your spouse would allow you to get with if you had the chance…and not get pissed or want to divorce you.” She says it so matter-of-factly, like it’s no big deal to cheat on your husband as long as it’s with some super hot celebrity you both agree on.
“So, mom, you can just cheat on Dad with this guy and it’s totally cool?”
“Only if it’s one time though. You can’t have a relationship with someone on your freebie list.” Kendra continues to enlighten me.
“Like a one-night stand?” I ask.
“Yup and that’s why I’d never get with Danny even if I had the chance,” Mom says. Well that’s comforting. Not.
“Afraid you’d want more,” Kendra teases.
“No. I know that after one night with me,” she pauses, “it wouldn’t be enough for Danny. He’d keep coming back for more. He’d start stalking me, your dad would get all pissed, and then we’d have a huge mess on our hands.”
“Omigod, I can’t believe you just said that.” Ewww. Moms should not talk about this kind of stuff. Well, at least not in front of their daughters. Kill me now. Seriously. I think I’m going to jump out of the car.
“What’d I say?” she asks, trying to act all innocent. I will never think of my mom the same again. I mean…I know she’s had sex before…but I was hoping it was just the one time I was conceived. I know it’s naïve of me to think such a thing, but can’t a kid dream? LOL.
“Shoot, well you know Joey better stay away from all this unless Keesh wants to have a new daddy,” Kendra blurts out, pushing up her boobs and adjusting her bra.
These women are going to kill me. “Isn’t he one of the married ones? Have you guys no shame?”
“Calm down Miss Manners. Geez, can’t we have a little fun?” Mom asks.
“Can you just turn the music back on?” Did I just ask that? Something is definitely wrong when I’m begging to listen to hour four of New Kids On The Block so I don’t have to listen to my mom and her friend brag about how they are so good in bed they can land a boy band guy with just one little taste of their goodies.
Even though I look like crap and look like I’ve just rolled out of bed after seven and a half hours in the car, I’m thrilled to be seeing Alex in just a few minutes. My mom is going to drop me off at his dorm and then come back for me after her concert tonight. I wish I had enough time to go to our hotel and get freshened up, but we’re running short of time. I sent a text to Alex warning him of my sad state. Like he cares, he said. He just wants to see me.
I take one last look in my compact mirror. The fresh powder and mascara have helped a little. I put some more deodorant on, and spray myself with my Juicy perfume. It’ll just have to do.
“We’re here, Meggie,” Mom says. “You ready?”
“You sure this is it?” I ask. “It doesn’t look like a college.” Staring out the window of the car, I gaze at the beautiful buildings and it looks more like a place of relaxation. I expected Alex to be living in high-rise residence halls or something…like the ones they have at schools closer to home.
“Yes, I’m sure,” she says. “Why don’t you take a look over there to be sure?” Mom points in the direction of the sign that clearly says Clark Kerr Campus, and the hot guy who just happens to be sitting right on top of it.
“Omigosh, this is really happening. Look at him. He looks soooo cute,” I practically squeal.
Mom stops the car in front of him, parks illegally, and we all get out. Hugs all around, and they’re off to meet their freebies. I’m left to Alex for the rest of the day and night.
“They left in a hurry,” he says, taking hold of my waist and pulling me closer. I wrap my arms around him.
“Yeah…my mom’s in a hurry to see my new stepdad,” I tell him. He looks at me strangely. “I know, I’ll tell you later. Those two are crazy.”
“Now I know where you and Keesh get it from.” He smiles at me and it’s like I can feel it in my heart. He leans down and sprinkles my face and neck with soft kisses. Tingles flutter from the top of my head all the way down to my pinky toes. “Let’s get out of here.”
Chapter Eight
So what’s with a coed dorm? I mean exactly how many girls live in the same exact building as my boyfriend? How many live on the same damn floor?
I feel so little. So young. So insignificant compared to all these women. They probably think I’m Alex’s little sister or something. There are tall girls, short girls, skinny, fat, chubby, athletic. They’re wearing jeans and tees, booty shorts and sports bras, one is even wearing corduroy pants and a Grateful Dead shirt. Omigod. This is like a freaking buffet of girls just willing to let my cute boyfriend have a taste.
I hope my sudden insecurities aren’t showing on my face. I must look like I’m getting ready to hyperventilate.
Alex takes me by the hand and leads me through the door of…his room. Awww. Safe. No more hot college girls in here.
Alex’s dorm room is interesting—two rooms, one with two beds and the other with three, and a living room. The weird part is the bathroom. It has two sinks which is cool, my parent’s bathroom has two sinks, but there are two shower stalls in this one. Weird huh. I guess when five guys are living in the same apartment thingy, two showers is helpful.
He introduces me to his suitemates, and his roommate says, “Nice to meet you, I’ll be gone for the rest of the night. See you in the morning.” He winks at Alex, and then he’s out before I can say anything back.
“What’s that all about?” I can’t help but ask.
Alex turns away from me and sits on his bed, but I can see his grin. “Uhh…nothin’.” He pats a spot next to him. I guess that’s my cue. Even though I want to jump in his arms, I’m a little nervous. It seems like forever since we’ve been alone. I grab a clip from my backpack and toss my hair up. Okay…that stalled about a whole three seconds. “What’s up, babe?” he tells me.
“Nothing, I just can’t believe I’m here with you.” I sit down next to him on his bed.
We turn toward one another and stare into each other’s eyes for a second before Alex cups my face in his hands and pulls me in closer for a kiss. It’s not the same as the soft kisses he greeted me with—it’s deeper, still slow, still tender, but much more intense at the same time. It’s like I can feel it all the way down in my gut, and suddenly I’m as hot as if I just played an entire soccer game. And I’m winded too.
It’s not long before we’re both lying next to each other on his bed. As nervous as I am, I can’t seem to bring myself to slow this down. We’re both lying on our sides facing each other in a kiss we have yet to come up from for air. He’s bracing himself with one arm under his head, and his other hand is squeezing my back pulling me into him making it impossible for me not to feel every part of his body.
Alex kisses my neck sending my body into fits of shivers. The feeling is amazing and makes me hot all over. I slip my hand under his shirt, run it up and down before leaving the tips of my fingers in the waistband of his boxers. I’m tempted to reach in deeper to squeeze his tight ass, but I don’t. It’s then that I feel his hand up the front of my shirt resting on my side, and then making its way up to my breasts. Here come the shivers again. He must sense my nervousness because he brings his hand down to my side again, looks me in the eyes, and continues to plant a few pecks on my lips.
“I missed you,” he tells me.
And just like that. He stops. He rolls off me and stands up in one swift movement.
“You hungry?” he asks.
WTF.
“What?” I respond. What just happened?
“I’m sorry. I had to stop.” He looks at me worriedly.
“Uh, no you didn’t.”
“Uh, yes I did.”
I don’t want to sound like a brat but seriously, how can you just stop something this beautiful. “Why?”
He looks down at the floor. “Because if we didn’t, I wouldn’t ever want to.”
“And that’s a bad thing.” I sit up on the edge of the bed. I can’t believe I’m saying this. Because really, if we didn’t stop, I’m pretty sure I know what would have happened next, and am I ready for that? Do I want to have sex with Alex right now?
Do I?
I think I do.
As a matter of fact, I know I do.
“No, it’s not bad at all.” Alex sits next to me again. “I just don’t want your visit to only be about this. I mean, don’t get me wrong. This is nice but…hey, let me take you out. Show you around. Don’t you want to see the campus?”
“Sure, whatever you want, Alex,” I say, standing up, straightening out my clothes, and sticking out my hand for him to take. But I could care less about this city or the campus. Sitting in his room with him until my mom comes to pick me up later is just fine with me.
“Okay then.” He hugs me, and kisses the top of my head. “You’ll probably wanna bring a hoodie or something. It gets cold out at night here.”
My boyfriend actually has a nice evening planned. He was right. We did need to get out and talk. It was totally sweet to be in his arms again, and in that way. We’ve never had the chance to get that close, and it was great. But we haven’t seen each other in months so this, talking, walking, holding hands…it’s cool too.
We take a walk through campus first. He shows me this quad where freshmen throw themselves down on the ground and roll down a hill. It’s some kind of tradition. He tells me he wants me to roll down the hill with him. He says maybe I’ll go to Berkeley with him when I graduate, so I can get a head start. I think it’s cheesy at first, but I roll down that dang hill nonetheless. Surprisingly, it is actually kind of fun.
I don’t know about coming to Berkeley though. If I decide to come here, Alex will be in his senior year and be gone again. What am I going to do? Follow him around for the rest of our lives. I love the guy but I don’t know if I could do it.
We make a pit stop in the student store. I can’t help myself. It doesn’t matter if I decide to apply here or not in a couple years, I have to have a UC Berkeley hoodie. They have Berkeley Mom and Berkeley Dad gear—where’s the Berkeley Girlfriend stuff. Or My Hot Boyfriend Goes To UC Berkeley. Maybe there’s a market for that. I’m up for being an entrepreneur.
“It looks good on you,” Alex says, smiling at my new look.
“Thanks.” I pretend to dust off my sleeves. We both chuckle.
“You wanna walk around here and find something to eat or you wanna head off campus?”
“You tell me, you’re the expert.”
“Okay, let’s just grab something from the food court. We can eat back at the dorm and watch a movie or something. Sound good?”
“Definitely.”
Two cheeseburgers, two fries, a Diet Coke, a Dr. Pepper, a chick flick, and we’re back in Alex’s room. And not in the living room part either. We’re back in his room room. I kick off my shoes and sink down onto his floor. I think it’s a good idea to stay away from the bed for now. I spoke to my mom earlier and she’s having a great time. She said she probably won’t make it back to pick me up until about one in the morning. Who knew my mom was a party animal? She mentioned something about trying to find a waffle house after the concert. She’s officially insane. We may have to have her committed.
“Want a pillow?” Alex asks, slipping out of his shoes and crouching down next to me. “You look tired. You can take a nap up there if you want. We don’t have to stay up till your mom gets here. She’ll wake us with a call.”
I punch him playfully. “Are you kidding me? I’m not going to see you again until Thanksgiving and you wanna sleep.”
“Sorry, just an idea.” He tosses a pillow at me and it hits me in the face. He laughs. I laugh. And then I lunge the pillow back at him. He falls over and I smack him with the pillow again. He grabs another pillow from his bed and starts swinging away at me like he’s going for a homerun.
“Stop, stop,” I say, out of breath. “Really, truce. I’m gonna have an asthma attack.”
He lightly nudges me with the pillow in the side of the head. “You don’t have asthma, dork.”
“What’s that have to do with anything?” I start to chuckle and we both slide down to the floor once again. “This is awesome. This is the best surprise my mom has ever given me.”
Alex kisses me on the cheek and round two begins. And I’m not talking about our pillow fight.
Chapter Nine
“We want details,” Keesh yells as soon as I get to her house.
“Shhh,” I say, putting my index finger to my lips.
Steph closes the door to Keesh’s room. She crashes herself down on Keesh’s bed. “So tell us. Don’t leave anything out.”
“Oh my gosh, you guys. I just got here. You’re not going to offer me a drink or anything. Just the juicy details, huh,” I kid with them.
“So they’re juicy huh?” Keesh teases. “I knew they would be. Now spill. You can get something to drink when you’re done.”
“Well…” I don’t know where to begin, “it took us forever to get there. I had to listen to our moms talk about sex, which was really gross by the way and I wouldn’t recommend it to anyone.”
“Ewww,” Steph interrupts. “I’m glad my mom couldn’t go.”
“Yeah, you’re lucky.” I continue, “So we got there in the late afternoon and Alex was waiting for me outside his dorm. Oh my gosh you guys. He looked so freakin’ cute.”
“Ohhhh,” Steph squeals. She seems just as excited as I am.
Keesh stops our little ooo-ing and aww-ing session and says, “Alright already, did you do it or what?”
I can’t help but start laughing. “Are you serious? Just like that…did you do it or what?”
“Yes, just like that. Do I need to buy you a JoBro virginity ring? Or are you about to freak out because you think you’re pregnant like the chick in Traveling Pants after her first time?”
We look at each other in silence. Steph is the first to start laughing. It’s contagious. I can’t hold it in. Keesh is crazy. “I hate to disappoint my girls, but I may as well become a lifelong holder of a V-Card and get it laminated because my college man was acting like a scared little boy and I don’t see myself dipping into my brown paper bag anytime soon.” My lunch bag full of condoms hasn’t been touched since the day I got it. And after this weekend, who knows when it will be.
“What?” Steph yelps.
Keesh says the same. “What? He’s scared. He’s in college. Don’t college guys take every chance they can to get busy? Don’t they like keep score or something like that?”
“Not my boyfriend, I guess.”
“Then, what did you guys do?” Steph asks.
“We did make out a few times. But he always stopped before it got too serious. Something about how he didn’t want my visit to be all about us getting physical.”
“Dang, I was sure you were going to come back all de-flowered and tell us what it’s like.” Keesh chews on a fingernail.
“Well, don’t sound so disappointed. What’s up with that, Keesh?”
“Nothing. I was just curious is all,” she tells us.
“Are you thinking about doing it with Jon?” Steph questions her.
“No…yes…I don’t know. He’s been really cool lately. He hasn’t pressured me. He’s just been going along with me with whatever I’m comfortable with. And it’s kinda nice. I like it. But I’m just scared. I don’t know what to expect. I’m afraid, you know.”
Steph sits next to her and puts her arm around her. “Well if you’re scared or afraid, then it’s a good sign you're not ready.”
“I agree. Steph’s right.” She is right. Even though Alex was making me feel things I’ve never felt before, I’m glad it didn’t go any further. After talking to my girls, I don’t think I’m ready either. Maybe Alex knows that and that’s why he stopped. He stopped for me.
“So now what? When do you get to see him again?” Keesh asks me.
“Not till Thanksgiving.”
“What are you going to do about Homecoming? He’s not going to be here to take you. You’re still gonna go though right?” Steph asks.
“I don’t know. I don’t want to go by myself.” The thought of me going as a third wheel makes me sick. But the thought of missing a school dance sucks butt too.
“We’ll figure it out by then. Don’t worry. We still have a month. You know what I’m worried about?” Keesh says.
“What?” Steph and I answer together.
“Soccer,” she says. “We start again on Monday.”