Three Months and You're Mine (In Too Deep)

by McMillin, Casey

  "Zack!" I yelled. I knew my scene was coming up in this sequence because Max sent me a text saying 32 minutes in. I hadn't told anyone the exact time, because I was too nervous already with no one else knowing. I wouldn't have been able to handle it if there was a big countdown or anything. Zack made his way back to the couch. I couldn't help but notice the spring in his step as he traversed the people scattered about, and I smiled at how much better his knee was getting.

  "Is it coming up?" he asked. He settled in his spot on the couch, looking excited.

  I shrugged even though I've been staring at the cable box like it was a bomb and knew that it was only four minutes away. I glanced at it again. "I think so," I said shyly.

  He flashed me a big smile. "Do you know what time it's coming on?"

  I nodded.

  "When?"

  I glanced again.

  "Three minutes," I whispered.

  Zack could see that I was trying to remain calm, and didn't say anything. He just smiled and put his arm around me, pulling me into his embrace. That's where I stayed until the scene was over. My nerves were so insane that the only thing keeping me from a full-blown panic attack was Zack's protective arm around me. Worse case scenario was the scene was such a disaster that my friends and family would turn into an angry mob and try to string me up, and even then, I'd have Zack there to protect me.

  I'm happy to report that none of that was an issue because the scene was not a disaster. It was far from disaster, and even though I'd been there during production, I was, thank God, really impressed with how it came out. I had a surreal, out of body experience during the seven minutes it was on, compliments of my nerves.

  Once they cut to the next scene, there was a moment of silence before the whole room erupted in applause and a chorus of cheers. I wasn't sure what I had expected, but it wasn't that. Not knowing what to do, and being pretty sure I might shed a tear or two at the onslaught of emotions, I put my face in my hands. Zack's arms clasped securely around me, and I was relieved for the excuse to stay curled up in a ball for a few seconds.

  "That was awesome, Shorty," he said, close to my ear. "Everyone's really proud of you. But don't get too comfortable on the couch, because I'm gonna need you to do that about a thousand more times if imma get that Bugatti I've been looking at."

  I was so thankful that Zack knew when to offer a little comic relief. I laughed, picturing Zack in a Bugatti, spending handfuls of my soap opera cash.

  I laughed. "Imma get you one of those, Boo. You just watch." I gave him a wink and turned to talk to my mom. That turned into talking to Collin, turned into talking to Emily, turned into talking to Gretchen, and so it went until about an hour or so later when everyone started to leave.

  My mom and dad rode with Collin and Rachel, and the four of them stayed at Zack's house long after everyone else (including Zack's mom who had to leave right after the show because of some kind of appointment). Zack and I had a lot of fun with my parents and brother. I took the time to sit back and take mental snapshots of our time together that night because I knew I'd want to remember and picture them later. I was getting along with my family and sitting next to the man of my dreams, and to top it all off, I liked him even when he liked me back. It was a beautiful thing.

  ****

  The next ten days went by in a flash just like all of life seemed to. Suddenly, it was Saturday May 30th, the night Zack and I would go to the cabin. I played out a ton of cabin scenarios in my head in recent weeks, but truth was, I had no idea what to expect. I knew we were having sex. Everything else was up to him. The anticipation I was feeling had grown more and more intense in the past few weeks, and I didn't know if that was just because I knew the big night was getting closer, or because I had real feelings for him. I thought both might be true. I was in deep.

  Our friend Brit was the singer in a band, and she had a gig at that bar called Viva that we all went to a month or so ago. Her band was called Brit and the Bombers, and they'd played a few gigs recently, but this was by far the biggest, and Brit was really excited. I'd heard her before, and knew we'd all have a good time hanging out listening to her band. It was a Saturday night, and a local girl-band called Kissyface was headlining the show. Brit's band was supposed to play from eight to ten, which was perfect for me since I was excited to get to the cabin.

  Some of the other couples carpooled, but Zack and I rode alone. He picked me up at my apartment wearing jeans and an awesome looking, baby blue and grey windbreaker with a hood. He had to know what the color did to his eyes. They were the first thing you noticed about Zack, anyway, but against the color of that jacket, his eyes were that much brighter. He looked sharp and smelled good, and I was utterly smitten the second I opened the door.

  "You have a bag." He smiled when he looked down at the overnight bag I packed for the cabin.

  "Well, yeah, I gotsta have my creature comforts," I said. "I mean, I figured we'd be spending the night, right?"

  "We are, and I brought a bag too, I just mentioned it because I like knowing your night clothes are in there."

  "Oh, you like imagining my night clothes?" I said innocently. I turned, stuck out my bottom and rubbed it a little bit.

  "Your panties."

  "What?"

  "Specifically your panties, your night clothes too, but I'm more interested to see what panties you have in there."

  I had three pair in the bag, and I'd carefully considered each one. "I hope I don't disappoint. I just grabbed whatever was on top." I was still using that innocent tone, teasing him. He knew how excited I was about everything, and he was having fun getting me wound up.

  We wanted to catch most of Brit's show, so we were at Viva by ten after eight. Our group of friends was spread out between three or four tables on the far right-hand side, and they got our attention right when we made it in the door. Brit's band was already in full swing. She had this really cool, deepish voice, and the sound of the band was folky and funky at the same time. She even brought a couple of people up on stage to do these stupid human tricks a couple of times between songs. This one guy fit his whole body through a tennis racket and a girl came up who could bend her hand backward where her fingers touched her forearm. That was a trip.

  At 9:30, I went to the ladies room. When I got back to the table, I slid my shaking hand into the pocket of Zack's jacket and left the tiny piece of material there for him to inspect. He felt me do it and he fished around in his pocket until he found it and pulled it out. It was the panties I had on until a few minutes ago when I went to the ladies room and took them off. It only took him a few seconds to figure out what he was holding. He closed his eyes as if to pray for patience and put the lace panties back into his pocket. Leaning over to talk next to my ear, he asked, "Did these come off of your body?"

  "I'm not sure," I said. "That might just be an extra pair I had in my purse."

  "Which is it?"

  "Wouldn't you like to know."

  "Come sit in my lap and I'll tell you in about eight seconds."

  "You could not feel that."

  "Yes I could. Try it." He motioned for me to come sit on his lap, which I did since nobody was paying any attention to us anyway.

  I thought he meant he would be able to tell if I was wearing panties just by having me sit on his lap. You know, like feel me with his leg. But no, once I was situated on his lap, his big hand slid between my leg and his, palm up, and before I knew what was going on, I was sitting on his hand. Now, I'm not just talking about randomly sitting on a hand. This hand was very much using strategy. I felt him begin to feel around for my panties, and the touch of his fingers, even through my jeans, made me have to struggle not to let out a sound of pleasure. I bit my cheek to keep quiet. Then, just as suddenly as it started, his hand stopped moving.

  "Those came off your body."

  I nodded and was unable to stifle a little giggle at his face.

  "Come on," he said, restlessly starting to shift me in his around in his lap.
"We're getting out of here."

  Chapter 24

  Zack

  Meredith put her panties in my pocket. What other option did I have other than to take her to the cabin and ravish her? None. Ravishing her was the obvious choice, the only choice. I told her we had to be going, and shifted her to the side so I could tell the person on the other side of me, who happened to be Gretchen, that we were taking off.

  "Hey, we're heading out," I said. My statement drew a few curious glances but I just waved goodbye to everyone who looked my way. Meredith was still perched on my lap, although she was on the edge, ready to take off at my cue.

  Gretchen looked up at her. "Are you guys headed to the cabin?" she asked, smiling.

  Meredith instantly went tense. Her body went from relaxed to rigid the second Gretchen said the word cabin. She laughed nervously. "What? Uh, why would you say that?" She looked at me as if to ask if I told Gretchen about our plans.

  "I think she knows you put your name on the calendar for tonight," I said.

  "Yeah," Gretchen said, not even paying attention to the misunderstanding, "I was hoping you could check the fish in the koi pond. Joel thinks he might have left the pump off when he cleaned the filter today."

  "Of course," Meredith said, relieved. "Is it obvious how to turn it on if I need to?"

  "No," Gretchen said. "If it's off, text me and I'll explain what to do. I'm sure it's on, but I'm glad you're going out there, or Joel would be dragging me out there to make sure."

  "I'll check it out, no problem." She smiled nervously. "I've actually never been out there, but I guess it'll be self explanatory where the koi pond is."

  "I know where it is," I interjected.

  Several people, including Collin, were listening to our conversation and had deduced by what we were saying that we were headed to the cabin together. It wasn't news to any of them that we were seeing each other, but going to the cabin alone and for no reason was taking it to another level, and the surprise was evident in most of their expressions. Brit announced that the next song would be their last, so Meredith and I decided to stick around until she was done even though I felt like I couldn't get out of there quick enough.

  She stayed on my lap for that last song, and I rested my hand on her round little ass. Halfway through the song, she reached back and used her fingernails to tickle my hand. The feather light touch sent chills up my arm and through my entire body. "Oh Baby Girl, don't you go making me crazy like that," I said, bending to whisper in her ear.

  "I can if I want to, Poppy," she said. She looked up at me, bit her lip and smiled, and I cursed the layers of fabric that were between us.

  We hung out long enough to congratulate Brit on the show. Most of the others were planning on checking out the other band, but, seeing as how we could barely make it through the Brit's set, it was a given that we'd be taking off.

  It took almost an hour for us to get to the cabin, and by the time we did, I was ready to toss out the whole gentle teacher approach and just skip ahead to the part where I drilled into her relentlessly. She walked in front of me as we made our way into the cabin, and it was a test to my patience to say the least. She was in a pair of skintight jeans and I just drank her in as she climbed the stairs that led to the front door. We went inside and set our bags down in the living room. She looked up at me a bit tentatively. I knew she was waiting for me to take the reigns, and I had no problem with that at all.

  "I'm gonna pour us a drink," I said.

  "I'm nervous, Zack."

  "Don't be. It's just us. Hanging out like we always do."

  "Oh, yeah right."

  "I'm serious, Mere. Nothing's forced tonight, okay? We're gonna let things happen organically."

  "I can dig organic," she said. She popped up onto her toes to place a chaste kiss on my cheek before kicking off her shoes and running to the kitchen. "Where's he keep the booze?" she asked.

  I went to and opened the cabinet where Joel kept his alcohol. He stocked a variety of different types, and everything was top shelf. I poured myself two fingers of single malt scotch and a shot of vodka for Meredith. I told her there was probably some juice in the fridge, and she crossed the kitchen in search of something she could mix it with. She grabbed some cranberry juice, poured it into her glass, and took one sip before setting it down on the counter next to me.

  I was leaning against the countertop with my legs crossed out front, and Meredith got close enough to straddle my legs. She just stood there in front of me, daring me to make the next move. I set my drink down and smiled at her. I didn't know why we even bothered pouring drinks when, clearly, we weren't the least bit interested in them. We stared at each other for several seconds. I could see by the rise and fall of her chest that her breathing had quickened, which made me have to take a second to concentrate on controlling my own.

  "I love your eyes," she said.

  "I thought you were gonna say I love you."

  She laughed. "I'm not getting all deep on you, I promise."

  "I don’t think it's getting too deep to say I love you."

  She laughed again. "Oh you don't? Go ahead and say it then." I could tell by her tone that not even a shred of her believed I would actually say it.

  "I love you."

  She stared at me for at least ten seconds, her expression morphing from silly to curious. I smiled at her. She was so beautiful. "I'm not just saying that either. I need you to know that. I obviously have this situation in the bag tonight, so I'd have no reason to lie. I think it's good timing, though Mere, so I'll say it because you need to know I felt it before anything happened between us. I love you. I really do."

  She smiled and took my face in her hands. "I love you too, I really do, Zack." She sprang up to put another kiss on my cheek, but I caught her up by her back, not letting her down off her toes. She was looking up at me; ready for whatever I was serving up. I lowered my mouth to hers and kissed it gently a few times.

  She let out something akin to a whimper. "Zack I'm scared that I'm going to have an orgasm the second you touch me. I think it's a real possibility."

  I gave her a reassuring smile. "It's okay if you do," I said.

  "Will it still feel good to me after that?"

  "I think so, but if at any point it doesn't, all you have to do is say something. We can always work something else out. We both know you're good with your hands."

  She smiled at me. "Great. That takes the pressure off."

  "There's no pressure, Mere. You don't need to worry about anything. I'll be able to tell if you're feeling good anyway, so just let me handle it. You need to relax." I could feel her physically fall back in my grasp as her body posture eased. My legs had been barely brushing against the top of her thighs, but when her body eased, she put some weight on me at that single point of pressure where she was straddling my outstretched leg.

  That set us off.

  I offered her resistance, pushing my thigh into her center, and she pushed back, letting me know she enjoyed the pressure. "Let me double check about those panties," I said. I slid my hand up the top of her thigh before gently exploring her soft lips with my fingertips. Of course we still had the fabric of her jeans separating us, but I could easily feel her through the material, and I knew she hadn't lied about taking her underwear off. Or maybe she didn't have them on in the first place, but either way, she wasn't wearing any at that moment. "No panties." I said. "I like your style."

  "Oh my God, Zack." Her voice was little more than a whisper. "I'm only gonna last a few seconds I think, I mean I almost lost it with that right there what you did on top of my jeans."

  "Baby Girl, you can lose it any time you want," I said. "In fact, I'm not gonna feel like I've done my job unless you do lose it."

  "I don’t think that'll be a problem," she said breathlessly.

  I smiled and bent to swoop her into my arms. I carried her into the living room where I sat on the couch letting her naturally fall onto my lap. Our faces were so close they were
almost touching and she reached up and wrapped a gentle little hand around the back of my head. I experienced chills all over again, and I bent to put my mouth to hers, only this time I opened it and put my tongue into her mouth, tasting the sip of vodka she'd just taken. I wanted to just start in kissing her hard, but I reminded myself to take it slow.

  "I'd like to get these off. You okay with that?"

  "I'm just waiting for you to tell me what to do."

  "Clothes off then, and on your back while you're at it." I gave her a gansta grin like she best listen to me. "You know what? Screw this." I scooped her up again and walked with her down the hall into one of the bedrooms. It wasn't the main one, but they were all extremely nice, and I knew we'd be comfortable in any of them.

  I tossed her onto the center of the bed and turned on a light in the adjoining bathroom before climbing up there to sit next to her. "Now if we could get back to getting these off, that'd be great."

  She grabbed her shirt by the hem and lifted it up over her head. She had on a lacy bra, and I looked at it appreciatively. I took my time, kissing her gently on the neck and chest before I asked if I could take her bra off. She agreed, and reached back to unclasp it. She shrugged out of it and tossed it to the floor. I kissed her neck and chest, letting my mouth roam to the swell of her breasts. They were small by Hollywood's standards, but for me, they were a perfect little handful, and I held one of them up as I bent to kiss her taught nipple. She was so fucking gorgeous from head to toe, and I feared I wouldn't last much longer than her.

  "Zack?"

  "Yeah?"

  "I know we'd probably be skipping a lot of steps, but I'd like to feel you inside me before I, uh, finish I guess, and so if you could, uh get in there pretty quick, I'd be able to feel that."

  "I'd be afraid to hurt you."