“I'll spend New Year's Eve with you,” she said.
They stayed on her bed for over an hour. She ran her fingers across his chest and he held her.
“I'm scared,” she said, as she looked up into his eyes. “I'm so afraid you're going to break my heart and crush it into a million pieces. I knew how you were, and I had accepted it. You weren't the same guy I had a crush on. You were different. I was fine with that. Why couldn't you let me walk away the day I knocked on your door at Thanksgiving? For two years, I worked hard to keep you out of my life and my heart. I even tried not to look at anything that mentioned you. Who are you, Brad? The last month had been so different and amazing having you as a friend. You have no idea how much I looked forward to each night so I could talk to you. Please don't play with my heart. I know you picked on me and played tricks on me before. You're doing things to my mind and heart. I am begging you, if this is a game for you, please stop. Please, don't pull me in any deeper than you already have.”
She pushed back from his arms and stood up. Her mom would be home before much longer, and there was no way she wanted her mom to find her in bed with Brad. She grabbed her clothes and put them back on. He watched her without a word.
“My mom will be home soon. You need to leave,” she whispered.
He got up and got dressed. She wasn't sure what was going on in his mind. Was he thinking about what she said? Maybe he was playing with her, she thought? He didn't deny it. What was she going to do?
She walked him to the door, and he turned to face her. Brad pulled her against him and kissed her hard.
“Pack a bag for New Year's Eve. You'll be with me all night,” he said, as he kissed her forehead.
Without another word, he turned and left.
She got in bed under her covers and could smell him on her pillow, as she hugged it and drifted off to sleep.
When she woke up the next morning, she looked at her phone. There was a text from Brad.
Brad: Sweet dreams, beautiful. I looked forward to talking to you every night too. It's not a game. For two years, I waited to see you. You never came. When I saw you at Thanksgiving, I knew I wasn't letting you go for another two years. See you tomorrow.
Rachel smiled as she read the text and walked into the kitchen. Her mom was up and sitting at the table with a coffee in her hand. Rachel poured herself a cup and sat down across the table.
“I don't have to work today,” her mom said. “Would you like to go out for the day?”
Rachel agreed and was happy to spend time with her mom. They got ready and headed out the door. The two of them went shopping, out to lunch, to the movies, and out to dinner. As they sat at dinner, Rachel thought about spending an entire night with Brad. She had no idea where they would go.
“What are your plans for New Year's Eve?” she asked.
“I'm not sure yet,” her mom answered.
“Does your man want to spend it with you?” Rachel asked with a smile.
“He asked me to spend the evening with him, but I told him I would probably spend it with you.”
“Actually, I'm planning on spending the night with a friend,” Rachel said.
“You and Karen have plans?”
Just as her mom asked, Rachel's phone buzzed.
Brad: I miss you.
She typed back quickly.
Rachel: I miss you too.
“No,” Rachel answered. “It's another friend.”
“Really?” her mom asked. “Is it someone you know from college? It's always been you and Karen. Is it the guy who's just a friend?”
Rachel looked up to see a huge grin on her mom's face.
“Cut it out,” Rachel snapped, as she took a drink of her soda. “It's not what you think.”
“Do you still have a crush on Brad?” her mom asked.
Rachel coughed and patted her chest. Her mom's words shocked her and she choked on her soda.
“What?”
“Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about. You used to follow the boy around like a puppy dog. Everyone knew you liked him,” her mom said.
“I don't have a crush on him,” Rachel snapped.
“Sorry for asking. Something seemed a little strange at Thanksgiving and again on Christmas Eve. I just thought maybe the two of you had built a friendship,” her mom said.
“What are you trying to say?”
“I was just wondering if Brad is the friend at school?” her mom asked.
Rachel stood up ready to leave.
“Come on,” she said. “You are too funny.”
“I guess I was wrong. He's a nice guy. Oh well,” her mom said, as she stood and got her things.
When they got home, Rachel went to her room with her bags from the shopping trip. It had been so long since she enjoyed a day out with her mom. Rachel could tell her mom was happy with her new man.
She put her stuff away, turned her television on, and sat down on her bed. Her phone rang a few minutes later. She answered it without even looking.
“Hello,” she said.
“Hello, beautiful,” Brad said.
She was surprised he had called her. They hadn't been talking each evening, and she missed it.
“How was your day?” she asked.
“It was pretty good. My parents wanted a family day. Karen had to pull herself away from Sam for the day. That wasn't pretty. How was yours?” he asked.
“It was interesting. I hung out with my mom the whole day.”
“That's nice. You had said she hadn't made any time for you the last time you were home. Did you have a good time?” he asked.
“It was really nice. She seems really happy with her boyfriend. I hope he's good to her. She said something strange.”
“What's that?” he asked.
“She asked if I still had a crush on you.”
Brad laughed but didn't say anything.
“It's not funny. She said everyone knew I used to like you. That's a bunch of crap. I haven't liked you since I started high school. She asked if I was spending time with my guy friend for New Year's Eve. She meant the one I joked with Karen about. Then, she said she thought you were that friend. I couldn't believe it.”
“What did you tell her?” he asked.
“I told her no. We need to be more careful around our families,” she said.
“Really?” he asked. “Why is that? Would it be such a bad thing for them to think you're talking to me? Are you embarrassed or something?”
“It's not like that,” she answered.
“What is it like exactly?” he asked.
“If your sister knew, she would be so mad at me for not telling her. She might be mad that I'm talking to her brother. I love your parents like my own. If they all thought there could be something between us, they would either get their hopes up or be mad. It would be a bunch of drama for both of us. When you decide you're done talking to me, we'll have to go through it all again.”
“When I decide I'm done talking to you?” he asked.
“You know what I mean. We're just friends. There's no reason to tell them anything.”
“I'll have to pay more attention when you introduce a guy as your friend from now on,” he said. “What are you doing tomorrow?”
Their conversation went on the way they usually did.
They talked on the phone but spent the next day at home with their parents. Rachel went across the street to spend some time with Karen. Brad managed to sneak in a hug or kiss a few times during the day.
When she got home and in bed, her phone buzzed.
Brad: Be ready at three o'clock. You're spending the entire time with me. Pack a bathing suit.
Rachel: A bathing suit?
Brad: Yes. I'm soaking up every moment with you until you leave.
Rachel was ready the next day as he requested. She had a bag packed and ready. He texted her at exactly three.
Brad: Are you ready?
Rachel: I think I'm going to meet you somewher
e. My mom is trying to figure out who I'm going to be with.
Brad: Fine.
Her phone rang. She answered it, as she hugged her mom, picked up her bag, and walked out the door. He told her to meet him at a hotel about ten minutes away. She watched him walk out his door and get in his car, as she drove down the street. They talked as they drove and arrived at the hotel within two minutes of each other. She hung up her phone, grabbed her bag, and got out of her car. He laughed as she ran over to his car and hugged him.
“You got a room here?” she asked. “We're spending the whole night here.”
“Yes,” he said. “We can leave and do whatever you want. I just wanted to be able to sleep with you in my arms and wake up with you in the morning.”
Rachel laughed and did a little happy dance. They walked into the hotel. Brad took her hand and led her to the elevator. He had already checked-in earlier in the day. The room had a king size bed and a balcony. There was a huge tub in the corner of the room. She ran over to see it. That would feel so good against her skin, she thought. Thinking about the jets shooting warm water over them had a smile on her face. Brad laughed as he wrapped his arms around her.
“I don't want to go anywhere. I want to stay right here with you until I have to leave,” she said.
They changed into bathing suits and went down to the pool. She had on a purple bikini, and he couldn't take his eyes or hands off of her. They swam and talked in the water and sat on chairs with drinks when they were done. She loved how naturally their conversation flowed. It was as if they hadn't missed a moment of knowing each other, even though they had been separated for two years.
When they went back to the room, he ordered room service. They ate their food out on the balcony. When they were done, they watched television, as she leaned against him with her head on his chest. She didn't want to leave him to go back to school. They wouldn't be able to see each other for three months. That seemed like forever to her. He ran his fingers through her hair, as she held her arms around him.
“It's so nice to be here with you. I love that we won't have to get up so you can leave,” she said.
He lifted her chin and looked into her eyes. She felt like every bit of her soul was exposed. It was like he knew exactly what she was thinking. She pulled his head down and kissed him softly on the lips.
“I know we aren't going to be able to see each other for three months, but we will talk every single day,” he said.
“What happens after that?” she asked. “You don't come home in the summer.”
“You can come and stay with me for the summer,” he said.
She laughed and shook her head.
“I bet that would go over great with our parents,” she said.
He laughed and kept her chin in his hand, so she couldn't turn away from him.
“I don't want to be just friends,” he said, and her eyes widened. “I want more than that. Will you be my girlfriend? I know that sounds corny. We aren't in high school. I want you to be mine, and only mine. I want to know that I'm the only man you think about and the only man you're with.”
“What about being apart for months at a time? What about all of the women at the parties and the games? You should be able to enjoy yourself and be with whoever you want,” she said.
“I want to be with you,” he said. “I won't be with anyone else.”
“Are you sure?” she asked. “I'm so afraid you're going to demolish my heart.”
“Will you give us a chance?” he asked.
“Yes,” she answered. “I don't want your sister or our parents to know until summer. Is that okay?”
“Yes,” he said. “I know Karen's your best friend. I don't want her to be upset either.”
Rachel stood from the bed and walked over to the beautiful tub. It was getting dark out. There were candles surrounding the tub and roses placed around it. She lit the candles and ran the water before dimming the light in the room. Brad was on the bed, leaning back on his elbows, watching her. Slowly, she slid her t-shirt up her body. With her arms in the air, she lifted the shirt over her head and threw in onto a chair. She unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans and turned around. Rachel put her fingers in her waistband and very slowly slid her jeans down her body. She bent forward to slide them the rest of the way and stepped out of them. Her panties and bra were tiny and lacy. She reached for her panties and moved her hands over her plump ass as she took them off. Rachel could feel his eyes burning into her. She stood up, unclasped her bra, and moved one strap off before the other. It fell into her hands, and she threw it on the pile with the rest of her clothes. When she turned to face him, he looked her up and down with a growl.
“You're fucking perfect. Do you know that?” he asked, as he stood up from the bed.
He took his t-shirt off. She noticed the way his muscles flexed when he pulled it over his head. When he undid his pants, he quickly moved them down with his boxers and kicked them off. Brad turned to her.
“You have no idea how long I've waited to touch your skin and kiss your juicy, plump lips. When I kissed you that one time years ago, I knew I would make you mine one day. I thought it would get easier when I left for school. I thought my feelings would fade, but they never did. Karen would tell me stories about you and her going out with guys, and I would get so angry. I wasn't there to watch out for you. I wasn't there to keep you safe. The thought of one of them touching you drove me nuts. I would come home and never see you. It was torture, and it never got easier. When I saw you at the door that day, I felt like I couldn't breathe. When you told me what you thought of me and that you had been avoiding me, I wanted to take you right there. I wasn't sure I would ever have another chance to show you how I felt. You walked away from me. When you came down those stairs in the middle of the night, I wasn't letting you walk away without tasting your lips.”
He walked closer to her and wrapped his arms around her. She took his hand, stepped into the tub, and sunk down on her knees. Her eyes were level with his cock. She wrapped her hand around it and licked him from the base to the tip. He moaned as he put his hand in her hair. She put her lips over him and took him deep into her mouth. He pulled out slowly as she sucked him hard. Her lips released him with a pop sound.
He stepped into the tub and sat down into the water. She smiled when she thought about how she missed those beautiful blue eyes. He pulled her to him, with her back against his chest. They enjoyed the warmth of the jets and bubbles around their skin. Her head fell back against his shoulder. He slid one hand around the front of her and held her breast in his hand. As he took her nipple into his fingers, he slid his other hand around the other side. When he rolled her nipple between his fingers and gave a slight pull, she moaned and arched so her breast pushed into his hand. He slowly moved the other hand down her stomach. Her face was nuzzled into his neck as she moaned for him. She moved herself up a little, so his hand would move down. He laughed and she felt the vibration on her back.
His hand moved down and covered her aching mound. He felt her clit and she opened her legs for him. Her mouth opened as she licked and sucked on his neck. He let out a growl as he squeezed her breast and circled her nipple. Brad moved his fingers up and down her slick pussy. She kissed his neck harder when she felt his hard cock against her lower back. It felt good to know she turned him on. His palm continued rubbing her clit, as he inserted one finger and then another into her waiting sex. She moaned loud and bit against his neck. He thrust his fingers in deep and hit just the right spot. Rachel pushed against his hand as he fucked her with his fingers. She continued to suck and kiss his neck, as she put her hand over his to push it against her harder. He pulled his fingers out, rubbed her clit, and thrust them back in deep. She bit his neck as she cried out his name and felt her pussy tighten around his fingers. He continued to move in and out of her until she relaxed against him.
She leaned back with her eyes closed as she came back down from her orgasm. He stood from behind her, got out of the tub, d
ried off, and held a towel out for her. She stood up and stepped out into the towel. He dried every inch of her skin before dropping the towel to the floor.
“On the bed,” he said.
She looked at him with a nervous smile and walked to the bed. Her body fell back onto it. He stepped forward, grabbed her legs, pulled her to the edge of the bed, spread her wide, and got down on his knees. He leaned forward between her legs and licked her from the very bottom to the very top. She shivered as he sucked her clit into his mouth. Rachel leaned up on her elbows so she could see him. Her hand tangled in his hair. He sucked up every bit of her wetness with his tongue as he moved up and down her. His thumb rubbed her clit as he thrust his tongue inside of her. She pushed his head harder against her as she moaned and moved her hips toward him. He stroked inside her pussy with his tongue, and she knew she wasn't lasting another moment. He must have sensed it, because he rubbed her clit harder and moved his tongue in as deep as he could get. She pushed his head and cried out his name as she moved her legs closer to his head and came hard. Her breath was fast and hard. She closed her eyes as he continued his amazing assault between her legs. When she couldn't take it anymore, she moved his head away.
Brad stood up, walked to his bag, and came back. She watched him rip the package open and roll the condom over his length. Rachel couldn't help but think about the first time they were together a month before without protection. He grabbed under her knees and pulled her from her thoughts.
“You're so damn wet,” he said.
Brad lifted her knees and pulled her to the edge of the bed again. He spread her legs and looked down at her.
“If you only knew the things you do to me. I love the way you look on this bed, with your legs open for me. I want to be buried so deep inside of you that you never forget what I feel like.”
He stepped in with his cock at her entrance. She moved her hips to get him to enter her, but he stood still. The hardness of him barely rubbed against her and she moaned.
“Brad, please,” she begged.
He smiled but didn't say a word. Her hips moved forward again, and he entered her with just the tip.
“I need you inside of me,” she whimpered.
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