by Katy Kaylee
“Whatever,” I muttered, suppressing yet another smile.
“I know that look,” Cole said, with a chuckle. “You’re in love.”
“That’s ridiculous. Who the hell am I supposed to be in love with, Cole?” I scoffed.
“I don’t know. Let’s just hope it’s not that Teagan again. She was bad news,” Cole answered as he tightened a few more nuts.
“I couldn't agree with you more,” I said as I wheeled myself out from under the car and sat upright.
“Is she hot?” Cole asked.
Without being able to contain it, a smile formed on my lips and I glanced at him. “Who?”
“The girl you’re in love with,” Cole answered.
I shook my head and said, “She’s beautiful.”
Cole’s eyebrows raised in disbelief, as he had never heard me say that about anyone before. There had been different ways how I described women who were attractive to me, but I had never referred to them as beautiful. The word carried so much intensity that physical appearances for me wasn't enough. Their personality, their mannerisms and their ways of thinking had to match their appearance, then and only then would they be considered beautiful.
That was exactly what Liv was to me.
“When do I get to meet her?” Cole asked, bringing me back down to Earth with his raspy voice.
“Oh no. I am definitely not bringing her here,” I said. Again.
“Are you scared she might think I’m hotter than you?” Cole laughed.
“Maybe. You are quite the charmer,” I pointed out and Cole laughed again.
“Come on, smartass, lets get this done so we can go home,” he said.
About an hour later, Cole and I finished, locked the shop and I headed home. While sitting in a bit of traffic, I called Liv.
“Hello,” she answered after a few rings.
“Hey, Liv.”
“That’s all you have to say for yourself?” she asked.
“Whatever do you mean?” I said innocently, but a sly smile had already formed on my lips. “I take it you opened my gift.”
“I sure did. What am I supposed to do with it, Zac?”
I laughed out loud, which wasn't much to her liking.
“It’s not funny, you know. You can just leave something like that in my house and expect me not to freak out a little.”
“Come on, Liv. It’s just a toy. Just play with it.”
“How?”
“You know, down there.”
“I can’t believe you got me a vibrator as a present.”
“It’ll keep you happy on days where I have to work,” I grinned. “Have you tried it out yet?”
“No, I haven’t.”
“So try it,” I shrugged, placing my phone on the panel beside my steering wheel, beside the window.
“By myself?”
“Yes,” I answered. “Put on some sexy music, get naked and explore yourself.”
There was a brief silence over the phone and eventually she said, “Okay. I’ll give it a try. Bye.”
“Wait,” I said quickly.
“What?”
A sly smile formed on my lips again and I said, “I want to hear it.”
“Hear what?”
“You, while you explore yourself.”
“Really? That’s a thing?”
“Yes.”
“Okay,” she said hesitantly and I heard her footsteps going down the hallway to her bedroom. “I’m putting you on speaker.”
“Tell me exactly what you’re doing,” I said.
“I’m not putting any music on, that’s just weird, but then again so is playing with myself while someone else listens.”
I chuckled and bit my bottom lip in anticipation.
“I’m taking off my shirt, and my pants. I’m in my underwear right now-”
“Take them off too,” I ordered.
“Okay. Just give me a second. Is there any specific way you want me on the bed?”
“Not really. Your choice,” I answered.
“Okay,” she stuttered and I heard the tissue paper crinkling as she took out the vibrator.
“Whenever you’re ready, Liv.”
A soft buzzing sound was heard in the background and I grinned. I could just imagine her on the bed, laying there naked, about to play with herself, and her new toy. I wished I could see her, right now, touch her skin, kiss her body from top to toe.
Maybe I should go over to her house, and surprise her.
“Oh my god,” she suddenly gasped.
“Tell me.”
“It’s pretty powerful, these vibrations,” she answered.
“Press it against your clit for me,” I said.
“Oh my god,” she groaned.
“How does that feel, Liv?”
“It feels amazing. I’ve never felt something like this before,” her voice was strained, but her ragged breathing was turning me on like crazy.
“Keep rubbing it against your clit, apply a little more pressure too.”
“Oh my god, I think I’m going to come already,” she panted.
The buzzing sound in the background changed as she pressed it harder against her.
“That’s good,” I said, glancing in the rearview mirror. “Are you wet?”
“I think so.”
“Make sure.”
“Oh, yeah. My hand is all wet,” she panted.
“Good, now slide the vibrator inside your pussy.”
“Okay,” she said and the buzzing sound was instantly muffled as it slid inside her. “Oh my god!”
“Is it good?”
“Oh, yeah,” she exclaimed. “How fast should I go?”
“As fast as you want.”
“Oh god! This is incredible.”
I glanced down at my erection pressing against my pants and nodded. “Tell me about it.”
Imagining Liv on her bed, with a vibrator in her wet pussy was the epitome of my sexual being. I had to get to her, and fast. I wanted her to still be wet for me, ready for me. I turned off into a side road which would take me directly to her apartment building. I listened to the sounds of her moans and panting, while the sounds of the vibrators hummed in the background. I heard it going in and out of her, and I had to compose myself so many times, I had completely lost count. Liv was turning me into a raging animal which I had no way of escaping, and I just couldn't wait to touch her.
“Take your hand and rub your clit, Liv.”
“Okay,” she panted. “Oh my god. I am so wet.”
I struggled to see straight when she said those three words, but I pushed through, adjusting my painfully erect cock in my pants.
“Oh, Zac,” she called out.
“Are you coming for me,” I asked.
“Oh yeah, big time.”
“Let me hear it again,” I ordered. “It is good?
“Fuck yeah,” she panted. “I want you inside me right now. I want your big, hard cock inside me, fucking me hard.”
I was surprised, but equally happy that she managed to say all those things to me over the phone, but I guess the throes of passion and lust took over one’s brain. I definitely wanted her to say it to me again, right before I kissed those sweet, dirty lips, and grabbed her big breasts. I wanted to play with her clit while thrusting my cock inside her, and wanted her to beg me to stop. I wanted all of her, everything, for myself.
“Oh my god!” she exclaimed and I heard a crash over the phone.
“Liv?” I asked, but there was no answer. “Liv, are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fantastic,” she said after a pause. “My lamp not so much.”
“You knocked over your lamp?”
“Yeah. I was kind of in the moment and didn't realize just how powerful an orgasm could be.”
“It brings out the animal in a person,” I chuckled. “I think you owe me a thank you for the gift.”
“And you owe me a new lamp.”
I laughed and turned into her street. “You’re welco
me.”
“Wow, that was amazing.”
“You have no idea how amazing it was for me as well,” I said.
“Did it turn you on?”
“Like hell it did. I’ve got the biggest hard-on I had ever had.”
“You want me to help you out with that?”
“You already did.”
“Maybe I can help a little more,” she said and it was exactly what I had hoped she would say.
“And how will you do that?”
“I guess you’ll just have to get your sexy ass over here and find out,” she said in a rather sexy and sultry voice. “I’ll slip the spare key under the doormat for you.”
“Well, then you’d better hurry, because I’ll be right there,” I said, my erection pulsing against my jeans, as I parked the car in front of her apartment building.
Olivia
I glanced over at Zac, who lay beside me in my bed and a small smile formed on my lips. I couldn't remember a time when I was happier than at that very moment. Everything was just right with him. Whenever he was with me, I felt different, better. I wasn't shy anymore, or awkward or afraid to say whatever was on my mind. Zac had changed me into the person I had always wanted to be, but it didn't even feel like a change at all. It felt like a natural progression, an evolution if you will. A slow, yet steady change for the better.
His eyes were closed, so I studied his face, drinking him in, and memorizing every single part of his face. His dark eyelashes, the slight laugh-lines in the outer corners of his eyes. His perfectly straight nose, the curvature of his cupid’s bow, his strong jawline covered in stubble. The shallow cleft in his chin that was hidden away by his five o’clock shadow. His Adam's apple, his broad shoulders, a little beauty mark on his chest just above his collarbone. I took in everything, I wanted to memorize everything about him. The way he looked, the way he smelled, his slow and steady breathing, the warmth of his body next to mine, the weight of his arm over me. The soft caress of his fingers against my back.
I was mesmerized and I didn't want to look away. I wanted to spend every moment just like this.
“Staring is creepy, you know,” he whispered, his eyes still closed.
“I know, but I just couldn't help it,” I whispered in return.
His eyes opened and I was immediately swept away by those green eyes. They had the ability to crack down all my defenses and make me feel vulnerable, yet at the same time they gave me strength and made me feel like I could do absolutely anything.
I knew I had to be careful, as I felt the familiar feeling rise up inside me. My old feelings for him had officially rekindled, but it was much stronger than it was before. This was intense, and even I had trouble dealing with such intensities.
I used to dream about Zac when I was in high school, that he would leave his troubled ways behind and stop in front of my house with his Camaro, asking me to take a ride with him. I’d dream that he would kiss me under the stars at the lake where we spent many afternoons swimming when we were kids. I’d dream that he would be a perfect gentleman and treat me like I deserved to be treated.
Laying here with him was so much better than that dream, because this was actually happening.
My heart pounded in my chest as I stared at him. There was nothing to say, it was just a perfect moment with him.
“What are you thinking about?” he whispered as he pulled me close to him.
“A lot of tings, really.”
“Like what?”
“Like how nice it is to lay here with you. To know that I have someone to talk to whenever I need to,” I answered.
“I could say the same. I didn't exactly have that luxury to have people who were willing to listen to my bullshit,” he answered.
“I will always be here to listen to your bullshit, Zac,” I said with a grin.
“Thank you,” he said, his eyes piercing right through me.
I bit my bottom lip and said, “I have a confession to make.”
“Tell me,” he said, loosening his grip, which allowed me to roll onto my back.
“Well, I’m not sure if you knew this, but I had a bit of a crush on you when I was in high school,” I confessed.
“You did?” he asked and rolled over onto his side, looking at me with an amused expression on his face. When I nodded, he asked, “Why?”
“I don’t know,” I teased. “I was young, I guess.”
“Young and naive,” he said and tucked a lock of hair behind my ear.
“Sometimes I think I still am,” I said.
He ran his finger along my jawline and over my lips, sending shivers of delight throughout my body. I let out a breath and felt myself melt into the sheets.
“How long were you secretly crushing on me?” he asked, his fingertip still caressing my lips.
It hasn’t stopped.
“Not long,” I shrugged.
He narrowed his eyes at me and dropped his tone, “I don’t believe you.”
“It doesn't really matter. It was such a long time ago,” I said.
“Why didn't you ever tell me?” he asked.
“Are you kidding?” I gasped. “I could never tell you something like that.”
“Why not?” he frowned.
“First of all, Alice was my best friend and you were her brother. She’d tease me relentlessly,” I answered and he chuckled. “And second, I couldn't tell you that, because I was your little sister’s best friend. You hung out with the popular kids, you dated all the pretty girls, and you were so far out of my league. I wasn't nearly pretty enough for you.”
Zac’s smile faded and he stared at me, not saying a single word. I wondered if I offended him with my answer, but he looked more shocked than upset.
“Liv, if I ever made you feel anything less than beautiful, then I am sorry. I was an asshole is school and even after that.”
“You didn't do anything to make me feel like that, Zac. I just felt a little invisible, especially standing next to Alice. I couldn't understand why she would be friends with someone like me. I always tried to lose weight, and be as skinny as she was, but I learnt that it wasn't about about being skinny, or beautiful. I just wanted someone to see me. See me for who I really was. Olivia Donovan, and not just Alice’s neighbor.” My voice cracked and I realized I sounded way more emotional than I wanted to. I cleared my throat and shook my head. “I eventually stopped trying to be like Alice, and embraced being me, even if that meant I was going to die a virgin.”
“Which you were not meant to do anyway,” he smirked.
“Thank you for that. There is no possible way for me to properly explain how much that means to me.”
“I’m glad that I could help you out,” he said and touched my cheek. “And just so you know, you are beautiful. You always have been, and you always will, and I would have picked you above all those other girls in a heartbeat.”
His words made me gasp, and my heart skipped a beat. If it was physically possible, I would have melted into a puddle right there in his arms.
Even more so when he leaned in closer to me and kissed me on the lips. The kiss was different than all the others, as it sent shockwaves of emotions through me, igniting the crush I had for him even more. This was way more than a crush now, and I hoped that he knew that. I parted my lips, giving him access to my mouth, and my heart and soul and he took it without a moment’s hesitation. Our kiss deepened and I felt it right down in my soul.
This was the moment where everything changed, I knew it.
Our lips parted slowly and he glanced at me. I didn't have any words, my mind was a whirl and a complete blank at the same time.
“I really like you, Liv. More than I know I am supposed to.”
“What do you mean?”
“This wasn't part of the arrangement,” he answered.
“Since when do you play by the rules,” I asked in a low voice.
The corners of his mouth curled up seductively and he pulled me in for another kiss. I wrapped
my arms around his shoulders and melted into him, never wanting to let go.
The nights I had spent dreaming of this very moment paled in comparison, and my heart burst with this new emotion inside me. I was totally in love with this amazing guy. I didn't plan for it to happen, but I recalled something that my mother would say to me whenever I asked her advice regarding a break-up, or whenever I felt that I would never find someone who would treat me right. She had told me that love happened when I expected it the least, and one day I would meet a guy and I’d just know. It was like that with Zac. Ever since I saw him walk up to my table when I wore that red dress, expecting someone else, he was it. He was the unexpected. He saw me for who I was, not just a virgin with big tits and a tight ass. He did see them, but it wasn't all there was to me, he knew that.
I was sickly in love with him, and I want to tell him that. “Zac, I need to tell you something.”
“You’re not pregnant, are you?”
“Oh, no. Of course not. I-”
“I was just kidding,” he chuckled.
“Right,” I pouted. “I guess I just wanted to say that there is no-one else that I’d rather be with than with you.”
Zac glanced at me and was about to say something when I heard someone at the front door. Both our eyes widened and my blood ran cold in my veins.
“Liv!”
“Oh my god. It’s Alice,” I gasped.
“Oh shit...”
“You have to get out of here,” I whispered.
“How?”
“Liv?” Alice called out. “Are you in bed?”
“Get under the bed,” I hissed.
“Are you serious?” he asked.
“Just get under the bed,” I motioned to the bed. “I’m in here, Alice.”
Zac muttered incoherently as he grabbed his clothes and slid in under the bed.
“Hey. How did you get in here?” I asked as she stepped inside my room. My heart pounded in my chest as I noticed Zac’s shirt visible from under the bed.
“Why does it smell like sex in here?” Alice asked and crinkled her nose.
“I don’t know,” I shrugged and stepped towards the bed, subtly kicking Zac’s shirt under the bed.
