“Christ Jenny, it’s almost dry. Never let it go that long again, ok? You could wreck the engine.”
I laughed and rolled my eyes, and he looked exasperated. “I’m serious. I’m going to remind you every three months from now on.” I liked the sound of that. Too bad I didn’t need oil changes more often.
He worked quickly and efficiently changing the oil, focused on the job at hand. I could have watched him bend over the engine all day long. The back of his neck between the top of his t-shirt and his hair was particularly delectable, looking vulnerable and strong at the same time. Finally he stood back and wiped his hands with a rag. “Ok you’re good to go.”
I jumped up, trying to hide my reluctance to leave. “Thank you. You probably saved my car. What do I owe you for the oil?”
“Nothing. I’ve got a case of it.” He took a swig of his water bottle and I followed suit, trying to get the coffee taste out of my mouth.
We were standing a few feet apart. An awkward silence fell. I didn’t want to say goodbye. I was about to, though, when he said, “So what will your next bet be since an oil change is off the table?”
I had been thinking about this ever since Friday. I was nervous to ask but decided to go for it. “Um, would you give me a guitar lesson?”
He gave me a smile that made my heart soar. “Sure. I’d be happy to.”
There was a heavy pause. I swallowed, preparing to ask the question I knew he was waiting for. “What about you? What do you want?” I looked down as I asked this.
He cleared his throat. “I was thinking of holding at third, if that’s ok.” Hell yes it was.
I felt myself going beet red as usual, and I meant to nod and simply say yes. But the tension in my body had built up so much watching him this morning that I couldn’t hold back any longer. I looked him in the eye and blurted out, “Do we really have to wait until the quiz to do that?”
His eyes widened with shock, and for a split second I thought I would die of shame. But the shock was replaced immediately by pure molten lava.
“Do you want to come back inside?” His voice was husky.
“I would like that,” I said, my voice low, his physical response giving me more confidence.
At that he grabbed my hand and led me up the driveway, the oil changing gear forgotten next to the car. He strode up the path, pulling me along with him, gently but firmly. He opened the door and ushered me in. I felt the electricity between us crackling as I passed him, and then he was in behind me, his hand on my lower back, slamming the door behind him, and guiding me quickly toward his room.
He yanked the messy covers off the bed and onto the floor with one hand, the other still on my back, and then turned toward me. As his eyes rested on mine I literally jumped into his arms, my hands around his neck, pulling his head down to mine. With a groan he pulled his head back and grabbed my wrists to take my hands off his neck. I stepped back, my heart plummeting to the floor from the rejection. I looked down, panting, unable to make eye contact. Why had he pulled away? How had I misread this so badly?
“I’m sorry…” I said, nearly in tears, starting to turn away. I had to get out of here.
Callum tightened his grip on my wrists. “Jenny wait.”
I looked up at him, waiting for an explanation. He closed his eyes briefly as if pained, and then opened them, stared at me and said, “I’m going to say this once and I don’t want you to ask me about it because I’m not prepared to say anything more right now. OK?”
I nodded, wondering what he was going to say. He took a deep breath. “If we’re going to do this we have to do it my way. I need to be in control of this because I cannot lose myself in you. Can you accept that?” I nodded, warmed by his words even if I was also confused.
“Ok then. Lie on the bed.”
I didn’t understand what his speech meant but that command voice of his was so sexy I didn’t hesitate to obey, kicking off my flip flops.
“On your back.” I did as I was told. He stood at the foot of the bed, while I lay on my back, my body stretched out, waiting. Callum stood silently, his eyes raking me over before meeting mine. When he spoke his voice was low and sultry. “Jenny here is what I have planned. I’m going to take off your sexy little shorts and panties, and then I’m going to look you over, and then I’m going to eat you out until you come. You’re going to watch me the whole time. You OK with this plan?” I nodded, turned on more than ever by his words.
“Say it.”
I blushed, saying “I’m ok with your plan.” His eyes had that predatory look I loved. He moved forward to lean over me, one knee on the bed, his eyes focused on the button of my shorts. He placed his left hand on my waist while unsnapping it with his right hand. He pulled the zipper and then placed both hands on the waistband of the shorts, thumbs tucked against my skin, and pulled them down. I raised my hips to help the shorts off. I had dark pink bikini cut panties on underneath, by now soaked. He yanked those off quickly, impatiently, and then paused to gaze at me. With his hands he guided my knees open wide, forcing them to flop open, and while his hands remained resting lightly on my thighs, his eyes studied my most private parts like heat seeking missiles. I had never felt so vulnerable. I shivered, from desire and embarrassment.
His eyes shot up to my face, concerned. “Are you cold?”
“No, I’m just embarrassed.” I turned my head to the side.
The next thing I knew he was lying over me, his weight supported by his arms, on his elbows on either side of my head.
“Jenny look at me.” I reluctantly turned my head to make eye contact with him. He looked serious.
“You lying here like this, your legs spread wide for me…this is the most beautiful sight I can imagine. Even better than I dreamed. And it was pretty terrific as a dream.” He spoke quietly, tenderly, and I relaxed, enjoying his nearness and his words.
He sat back, grabbing a pillow off the floor. “Lift your head,” he instructed, and when I did so he slipped the pillow underneath me gently. “Now don’t look away again.” With that he slid down the bed, his head inches above my body, until his face was positioned right between my thighs. I kept my eyes locked on him, biting my lower lip nervously. He grinned at me and then lowered his face to my core, nuzzling me so that his lip ring scratched me lightly, which made me blush for what must have been the umpteenth time that day. Then he started licking and sucking me energetically. I was already so wet and getting wetter, and the loud slurping sounds were turning me on even more. He slipped his tongue inside me and then pulled out to lick me with a flat tongue like a cat. Every few seconds, his hot eyes would flick up to mine, gauging my reaction and adjusting accordingly. I started panting and the warmth spread through me. My body seemed to have a mind of its own. Callum’s wide shoulders kept my legs spread open, but I wrapped my feet around his back and rubbed against his mouth as I built toward release. His eyes looked amused at my intense reaction to his laving. Soon I was keening, and I grabbed hold of his hair with one hand to help steady myself as I squirmed on the bed. I closed my eyes and Callum suddenly stilled.
My eyes shot open, desperate and needy. “Please Callum …”
“Eyes on me baby.” There was that command again.
I nodded and he resumed his labors, bringing me right to the brink. I could hear myself begging for release and with a nod of assent he granted it to me, sending fireworks shooting through my body as I exploded under his mouth. I bucked my hips higher and kept my eyes on his all the while, calling his name over and over. He kept licking me without stopping until the orgasm was fully over. I lay back, completely drained, and then realizing what I must look like with my legs splayed open, I brought my knees together and rolled to the side. Callum stood up. I didn’t dare look at him.
After a moment he spoke. “Are you feeling shy? Don’t be shy. That was beautiful.” He was speaking softly, as if to a wild animal that might bolt. He didn’t realize I was more afraid I would run toward him than away from him. I
felt a rustle and looked over to see him placing my panties and shorts down next to me. Without looking at him I sat up and pulled my pants and shorts back on.
Once I was dressed I glanced toward the foot of the bed where he was standing. He was staring at me with a curious mixture of smugness and pain, and my eyes traveled down to see that his shorts were distended from an enormous erection.
He started to turn away from me but I called out, “Oh no you don’t.” My voice was husky but firm.
He paused, wary. I sat up and scooted down to the edge of the bed, so that I was facing him, and I grabbed hold of the waistband of his shorts. “My turn.”
He sighed, pulling away. “This isn’t a good idea.”
“Oh yes, it’s a very good idea.” I was not taking no for an answer.
Callum looked hesitant, but he wasn’t walking away. I slid to my knees in front of him, and pulled his shorts down. He swallowed loudly. He was going commando and his cock sprang free, throbbing with pressure. I ran my fingers down it, exploring, and Callum groaned. “You don’t have to”-
I cut him off. “Hush now. This is so happening.” I leaned forward to welcome him into my mouth. He gave in then and allowed me to pleasure him, his eyes never leaving my face. At one point his hands found my hair and he grabbed my ponytail, guiding me in and out. I had administered a few blow jobs in my day but never with the care I gave to this one. It helped too that I had learned some good tips at my cousin Stephanie’s bachelorette party last summer, ones I was anxious to try out now. If he wouldn’t let me kiss him I would show him how I felt through this blow job. From the primal grunts and moans he was clearly enjoying it. When he finally came, thrusting into my mouth, I sucked down every drop. His knees gave way and he collapsed on the floor, his shorts pooled around his ankles, his hands covering his eyes.
I felt thrilled by his reaction, and touched by his vulnerability lying there. I leaned forward and planted a gentle kiss on his still hard dick before sitting back on my heels. He pulled his hands from his eyes and watched me strangely as I got to my feet.
“See you tomorrow.” I felt awkward and needed to go. He just nodded at me, looking dazed and at a loss for words.
When I walked out he was still lying on the floor where I’d left him, his hands back over his eyes.
Chapter 20
Sunday afternoon I was completely distracted during swim lessons, daydreaming of Callum’s mouth. It was a lucky thing that no kids drowned. It didn’t escape me that nothing about my make-out sessions with Bryce could compare with Callum’s. I facetimed with Tina as soon as she got back from her trip and she was happy for me, but for the first time there was a note of caution in her voice. “What’s with the no kissing thing? Callum sounds a little damaged. And you’ve got to sort out the situation with Bryce.” I brushed her off at the time but deep down I knew she was right.
Monday morning my heart pounded as I got to school, thinking about seeing Callum, not Bryce. I stifled the guilt over my betraying heart and scanned the halls for Callum. But it was Bryce who found me before first period, his arm snaking around my waist as I stuffed books in my locker. “Hey sugar, so when are we going to finish what we started on Saturday?”
He nuzzled into my neck, and I let him. Even if nothing had happened Saturday, I still knew I would need to put out sooner rather than later. “Let’s hang out this weekend,” I suggested.
“Sounds good. If I can wait that long.” He grinned, showing off his dimples to great effect. “See you at lunch babe.”
After first period I spotted Callum with his back to me, talking to Connor outside the Music room. I hurried over to say hi, unable to play it cool. I was just about to call out when I heard my name. Connor was talking.
“So Jenny, huh? You owe me for Saturday bro.” I stood a few feet behind them, my ears alert now. What was he talking about? I knew I shouldn’t eavesdrop but couldn’t help it.
Connor continued. “I’m not big on cock blocking but Bryce is a tool. And she’s smoking. You tapped that ass yet?”
I could feel myself flushing as I realized what Connor and Theo had done, purposefully triggering that smoke alarm to interrupt Bryce and me.
Before I had a chance to think about that, Callum replied, “No, but I’m working on it.” His voice was so cold it chilled me. I was just a piece of meat? My heart fell.
“You serious about her or is this about fucking with Bryce?” Connor sounded interested. I held my breath, waiting for Callum’s response. When it came out, it was even worse than I thought.
“Nah, I’m not into her. But the whole tutor thing is hot and fucking with Bryce adds to the fun. You know me, I love a challenge.” Oh hell no.
I let out a hiss and both boys turned around, Callum’s face turning ashen.
I knew my eyes were blazing as I stared at Callum and spat out, “Don’t ever come near me again, you arrogant jerk.”
As I spun around I heard Connor chuckle and say, “Looks like your challenge just went extreme, dude.”
Callum called out “Jenny, wait!” but I ran down the hall and out the side door, heading toward the football field. I couldn’t leave school because it was a closed campus, but I knew where to go to be on my own. There was no way I could go to Spanish class in this condition. I sat down on the ground under the bleachers, crying my eyes out. My phone had rung while I was driving: Callum. I ignored it. I needed to make sense of this situation. After a few calls, the ringing stopped and the texts started coming in, from Callum. I turned my phone off. I didn’t flatter myself that these showed he cared. Quite the opposite. He just was rising to the new challenge. All this time I had thought there was a connection with him, that he had feelings for me, maybe not as strong as mine for him but that there was still something there. Instead he just saw all this as a game. He interfered with me and Bryce. Poor Bryce, I had been betraying him all the time. True we weren’t exclusive and I knew he’d hooked up with other girls in the past couple months but I didn’t doubt that I was first in his heart at least, which was more than he could say about me. How could I have made such a mistake? I was desperate to talk to Tina but I knew she was in class. So I called someone else.
Ben picked up on the third ring. “Hey sis, how goes it?” It was very unusual for me to call him, but if he was surprised, he didn’t let on. “OK.” I said, though from my wavering voice I clearly was not OK.
“What’s wrong? What is it?” Ben sounded very concerned.
My lip quivered as I reassured him there was no one dead or dying in the family, it was just boy trouble, but that it hurt like a mother anyway. “I could really use some advice, from a guy, because I can’t understand how I was so wrong about him.” I started sobbing at that point, but pulled it together enough to tell him the whole story.
“Jenny I know you’re hurt and pissed and I don’t know exactly what this asshole is thinking but I have to say as a guy I read this situation in a different way. You and this Callum kid are playing this game and you both know that it’s a dangerous one that you have to keep quiet about. But not saying anything is not enough, is it, because you need to tell an alternative story. And that means lying. As a girl you need to tell your friends that you are not attracted to him. That is what you’re telling them, isn’t it?”
“Yes.”
“If you had been honest with Bryce about what you’ve been doing with Callum, the football team would have beaten him to a pulp long since. So you’re telling them you don’t like him at all, aren’t you Jenny?”
“Yup.”
Ben continued. “Callum’s story has to be different though. The guys wouldn’t believe him if he said he wasn’t attracted to you. So he tells them instead that he does want you and is trying at least to seduce you, but that he has no feelings for you. That is what they expect him to say and so they believe him. What you heard was him telling that story.”
I thought about his theory for a moment. “OK I see what you mean,” I finally conceded. “Maybe you�
��re right. But it’s hard not to take this at face value and feel really hurt.”
Ben laughed. “I know. And it’s always possible that he’s just trying to get laid. He’s a horny 18 year old after all.” His voice grew serious. “You need to talk to him.”
“I’m too mad to do that right now.”
“Fair enough. Cool down and then hear what he has to say. And keep my reading of the situation in mind. Listen, I was in a meeting when you called so I should get back to it”-
“What, I yanked you out of a meeting for this? And here I have been droning on! I’m so sorry!”
“Jenny you never call me, so I figured it was important. And it was.”
“Have I ever told you what an awesome brother you are?”
“No, but I’m happy to hear it now. Call me to tell me what happens.”
After my talk with Ben I felt much better, but now my sadness was channeled into anger at Callum. Ben’s theory was tempting to believe but I wasn’t convinced. We would talk, but in the meantime I would rub it in his face how happy I was with Bryce. I dried my eyes and reapplied make-up, looking in my pocket mirror. I fixed my hair and practiced some smiles. I wanted to go back to class like I wanted an armpit wax, but I had an assignment due in English, and I wouldn’t give Callum the satisfaction of seeing how much he’d hurt me.
I walked back, subdued but resolute about keeping it together. I survived English, although I kept silent in discussion, which was unusual for me. Then it was lunchtime. I found Lacey and Alex by Lacey’s locker, and was thankful to walk into the cafeteria with them. While standing in line, out of the corner of my eye I could see Callum sitting with Theo, Connor and the usual female hangers on, but I didn’t look over. I chatted with Lacey and Alex. I knew Lacey could see I wasn’t my normal self but she didn’t inquire. We got our food, which I had no appetite for, and headed to our usual table. Bryce and the other boys were already seated and eating. I had never been so happy to see Bryce, flashing him my best smile. He seemed slightly dazed, and I realized I hadn’t been sharing that look with him much lately. It took all my will power not to look Callum’s way.
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