by J. L. Ostle
“This is the only time you will have me on top of you.” I cross my arms.
“I like to think there will be many times you will be on top of me.” My mouth hangs open at what he said. I’m not stupid, I know he is implying sex. He’s not being at all subtle that he wants to sleep with me.
“Only in your dreams.” My voice manages to come out stronger than I actually feel.
“You’re always in my dreams.” I roll my eyes.
“You are so cheesy.” I laugh. He shrugs.
“It’s keeping you on top of me right now.” His hands are still on my hips and his thumbs begin to rub along my skin, causing me to shiver and him to groan. My shivering causes my body to subtly grind against him and now I can feel his erection press against me. His fingers have dug into my skin and it takes so much not to moan in pleasure. I kick one leg out until I am off him and just sitting beside him.
“What are you doing here anyway?” I ask him, trying to change the electrified atmosphere that we are suddenly in. He sits up, mirroring me.
“I went for a jog and then I spotted you, sitting there all peaceful, your eyes closed, deep in thought. You ending up on top of me was just a bonus.” I laugh.
Shaking my head at him, I ask, “Do you always just say whatever you want?”
“Only sometimes. I guess you bring it out of me.”
“Oh, the joys,” I say jokingly. “So, does all this work with the other girls?”
“What other girls?”
I chuckle. “The girls you sleep with. We do go to the same school, Colin. I see the girls you hang around with. I hear about all your sexcapades. You’re near suspension because you can’t keep your snake in your pants.”
He bursts out laughing. “Snake? Did you just honestly call it a snake?” He continues to laugh. “Say it again, call it my snake.” I hit his arm.
“What did you want me to say? Dick? Cock?” I look at him and once again, his eyes bore into mine.
“Please don’t say that again.” His words come out all hoarse.
“Dick?”
“Don’t.” Something comes over me and I lean forward.
“Cock? Your. Hard. Smooth. Cock.” I say each word slowly and, before I know it, my body is pressed back down onto the ground with Colin hovering over me.
“What did I just say?” His erection presses into my core.
“Colin,” I say breathlessly.
“You think you were being funny.” His face comes closer, his stubble rubbing against my jaw. “You shouldn’t say things like that if you don’t want the guy to turn into an animal, especially those words coming out of that sweet mouth of yours.” His thumb strokes along my bottom lip. “I so want to kiss you right now.” His expression looks torn. He stares at the grass, seeing something I can’t, before his eyes dart back to mine. “I’m not a good person, Sasha. I am probably the biggest asshole out there but, fuck me, I want to taste you.” His face comes in closer and I can feel his breath against my lips. “Tell me to stop,” he whispers. His tongue grazes where he just touched. “Tell me.” My mind has gone all foggy but I manage to look through the haze and place my hand on his chest, slowly pushing him off me.
We only started talking today; this is going way too fast. How is it that after only one day that I’m ready to throw out all my morals just for him to kiss me, to touch me, to please me? I can’t be just another girl.
“I need to go,” I say, not looking at him. He reaches out and his thumb lifts my chin.
“I’m sorry.” It feels like he’s apologizing for so much more than just moving too fast.
“Me too,” I whisper. I take a step back so his hand falls away from me. I turn and start to walk away but he calls my name so I turn back around.
“I do like you, Sasha Bennett. More than I should.” I give him a small smile and turn back around to head home, but all the way there I couldn’t stop the huge smile on my face.
Colin
Last night I dreamt about Sasha. I had dream after dream about her, us. I dreamt that she let me kiss her, that she was begging for me to touch her, to have her. I woke up so hard that I had to use my hand twice to relieve it.
I look around my room, seeing trophies and medals from over the years take up one wall, and my desk sits opposite my bed, holding a computer and a bunch of random school work. I decide to head over and do a little research. I go to YouTube and type in Sasha’s name. I know she’s in a band so maybe something will pop up. I’m surprised when I see more than ten videos load up.
My finger hovers over the mouse, indecisive, before clicking on one of the videos. I feel like a stalker right now but that girl has really gotten into my head. I watch, mesmerized, as Sasha sings on my computer screen; her voice touches something in me. If this is how she affects me just watching on my computer, I bet she is mind-blowing live.
I can’t wait to hear her play at the talent show.
I get ready and head downstairs, instantly seeing a note on the fridge. Dad is in meetings all day and won’t be available.
Surprise, surprise.
I head to school and when I see Sasha across the parking lot with her friends, my legs move before I have a chance to think twice about it. Stepping up behind her, I place my hands over her eyes and her body shivers when my skin touches her.
I lean forward so my mouth is next to her ear. “Guess who?” She turns her head a little and smiles.
“Zac Efron?” She teases and I let go of my hands and she acts surprised. “Sorry, was really hoping it was Zac.” She chuckles and I step towards her and start tickling her sides, causing her to scream.
“Say I’m better than Zac.” I tickle harder and she screams louder.
“Colin, please.” She laughs.
“Say, Colin you are so much better than Zac.”
“You are so much better!” she screams and I stop, watching as she tries to catch her breath. “In your dreams,” she adds, and when I try and walk towards her, she screams again and runs around her friends.
“You are so going to get it.” She yelps, using her friends as shields.
“It is way too early for you guys to be doing this,” Karen says.
“She’s right, you better just stop moving.” I smile at her and she sticks her tongue out at me. I quickly chase her; unfortunately for her, I run every day and no way can she beat me. I grab onto her hips, causing her to shriek, and lift her so she’s over my shoulder and walk us both into school.
“Oh my God, Colin, you better put me down.” She smacks my ass.
“Keep doing that, and see what happens.” She hits my ass again so I hit hers, making her yelp.
“I can’t believe you just spanked me.” My dick twitches at the mental picture of my hand on her white skin.
“You hit me first.” She laughs. People are watching us but I don’t care.
“Keep moving, people,” she says to the onlookers. I make small talk as I take her to her first class and she soon relaxes and talks like me carrying her around is normal. When we get to her classroom, I don’t want to put her down, but when I set her on her feet, seeing the smile that lights up her whole face was worth every second.
“Hope you enjoyed your walk.”
“I did. I could get used to not walking first thing.” I know she’s joking but I wouldn’t mind carrying her every day. It did give me a great view of her ass.
“If you’re a good girl, I could make it happen.”
“I’m always a good girl.” I know, I think sullenly. She is a good girl, a good person. I really do like her but I know if she ever found out about the stupid bet, she wouldn’t be looking at me like she is now. “Did I upset you?” Her soft voice pulls me from my thoughts.
“No, sorry, was just thinking.” She lifts her fingers to my forehead and soothes it.
“You need to stop over-thinking, you’ll get lines.” She giggles. Her fingers softly caress my forehead and I close my eyes, loving the feel of her touch, and I groan when she stops
. Opening my eyes, I see hers are trained on me. It’s like she’s studying me, trying to figure me out.
“Come watch me practice after school.” I know I sound desperate, but I don’t care.
“Okay.”
My mouth hangs open and she giggles. “Okay, as in okay?” She nods.
“I’ll watch you.” I lift her, spinning her in a circle. “You must really want me to watch you.” I put her back down.
“Yeah, I really do.” I don’t normally care if girls watch me or not, but I want her to see how good I am, I want her… I guess I want her to be proud of what I do. What I want my future to be like.
This girl really is screwing with my head.
“I’ll see you after school, it not beforehand.” She enters her classroom. “Colin,” she yells as I start to turn away. I watch her bite her lip. “I kind of invited a couple of my friends to the party. I hope that was okay?” I see the worry in her eyes.
“It's fine. I can’t keep you to myself all night, right?” I wink at her and the smile returns. It’s now my mission to put it there every time I’m around her.
I head down the corridor and see Aaron and Danny leaning against our lockers, their arms crossed. I head towards them, noticing that Aaron looks a little pissed off.
“What’s going on man?”
“I don’t know, what is going on?”
“Aaron’s just being a sore loser.” Danny nudges him and Aaron gives him the finger.
“You chased after her yesterday and the whole school sees you carry her into school today, you’re smiling like a damn goofball. I know we have a bet going, but aren’t you worried about your reputation? What people will think?” All it took was two seconds for him to ruin my happy mood.
“Can you stop talking about the stupid bet? And seriously, I don’t give a flying fuck what people think of me. In a few months, I will be out of this shit-hole town and won’t be seeing these people again.” I pause, looking behind me like I’m expecting to see Sasha on the other end. “I’m not doing the bet anymore.”
“What do you mean you’re not doing the bet anymore?” Aaron asks, his face showing his shock.
“Yeah, come on, man,” Danny adds in.
“I’m not doing it. Sasha doesn’t deserve that childish, hurtful shit happening to her. It's fucked up.”
“Holy shit, you like her.” Aaron groans.
“Yeah, I do.”
“You’ve only been around her for a day. A fucking day,” Aaron says sternly.
“It took a day for me to really like her. We shouldn’t have even started this thing.” I walk past them and head to class, already starting to feel lighter. I honestly don’t know what I was thinking when I agreed to do it.
Unfortunately, I didn’t see Sasha for the rest of the day and when I get onto the field, disappointment washes over me when I don’t see her on the bleachers. There are a few other girls waving at me, but they aren’t the ones I want here.
I’m doing warm-ups with the team, my mood still sullen, when I hear sudden cheering and claps coming from the stands. I smile when I see Sasha and Karen walking to the bleachers, Sasha looking embarrassed as Karen continues to clap her hands. She looks my way and gives a little wave before sitting down.
I play the best I ever have and I don’t know if it is because I know she’s watching me or if it’s because I really do want to impress her. When practice is finished, I run over to her and she is beaming at me.
“What did you think?”
“Apart from you being all dirty and sweaty,” she chuckles, “you were amazing. You really are good.” That praise alone fills me with pride.
“Thanks.”
“Anytime.”
“God, you two are so gross.” Karen rolls her eyes, causing us to laugh.
“I better go and get showered.”
“Yeah, that would be a good idea.” Sasha touches a bit of dirt that is on my cheek and wipes it on my uniform. “Go clean up.”
“Want to join me?” I tease and she blushes.
“I will.” Karen raises her hand and I raise an eyebrow at her questioningly. Sasha stares at her with her mouth hanging open, just as shocked as me.
“What? I wouldn’t mind seeing a locker room full of naked, hot men.”
“You are just as bad as a guy sometimes,” Sasha says and Karen shrugs.
“I’ll catch you both after.” I lean forward and plant a little kiss on Sasha’s cheek and walk away. I can’t help myself from looking back and I watch as her hand goes to the place I just kissed her.
I head to the locker room and most of the guys are already showered, so I grab my towel and start to undress. I’m about to hit the showers when I hear one of my teammates, Richard, call out to me.
“What’s going on with you and that nerdy girl?” My fists clench up.
“We’re friends.”
“But why? She isn’t even that hot.” I feel my knuckles go white.
“I don’t need to explain why I like someone, but she is smart, funny and better than most of the girls in this school.”
He scoffs. “Oh, come on man, you’re trying to bone her right?” I feel my patience wearing thin.
“Actually, I’m not. I like her.” I turn around and start to walk away.
“She must have a magic vagina.” He laughs and so does a few of the other guys. I turn, grabbing Richard by his shirt, pinning him against the lockers.
“Remember your place, Rich, you don’t want to cross me. Do not talk about her like that again. You get me?” He nods and I release him. Looking around the room, I notice everyone is gawking at me. “That goes for the rest of you. She isn’t just some whore, so I don’t want you treating her like one.” They nod. I walk to the showers and once the water starts to hit my aching muscles, my shoulders slump.
I don’t know what’s gotten into me. Sasha is making me crazy. I think I need to stay away from her. I don’t want to, but I’m already causing fights and arguing with my friends. I need to take a step back. I’ll go to her now and tell her I have a busy schedule coming up so I won’t be around a lot.
It’s a pathetic move, but I can’t be acting like this over a girl I hardly know and didn’t even start talking to until yesterday.
I head back to the field and music fills my ears. Walking to where Sasha was sitting, I freeze when I get closer. Karen has Heart ‘Alone’ playing and Sasha is singing along with the words. Fuck me, what I was thinking about before just flies right out the window.
Her voice gets stronger, pulling me in. I walk closer and just watch her sing and the emotions that cross her features. When the chorus hits, her voice is so powerful it hits me to the very core.
When her eyes open, they connect with mine. It’s like she is singing to me. The instrumental part of the song plays and she gives me a smile and then starts singing again. I walk closer to her and sit beside her as she finishes the song, staring at her in awe.
“That was amazing,” I finally manage to say and she looks to her hands, looking so innocent.
“She doesn’t take compliments well when it comes to her singing,” Karen says.
“You are so good. So much better in person.”
“What do you mean in person?” Sasha looks up at me, confused. Shit. I wish I didn’t say anything.
“I kind of looked you and your band up and watched you play.” Now it’s me looking embarrassed.
“You searched for me?”
I nod. “Yeah.” She must be happy that I did as my favorite smile is back.
“You want to walk me home?” I look over to Karen.
“I have plans,” she says, answering my silent question.
“I’d love to walk you home.” I stand and give her my hand to take, which she does.
We walk Karen to her car and when we are alone I give her hand a squeeze and we walk to her house, hand in hand.
Sasha
His hand in mine feels so right. It’s the strangest thing, but I feel safe, cared
for. All by my hand in his. He asks me questions about my band and the music we play. He listens to every word I say. I ask him questions about football and try and digest everything he tells me; it sounds more complicated than I thought. I knew he was a quarterback but learning about the other players and what they do, it gets confusing.
“You need to sing for me again.”
“What would you want me to sing?”
“I don’t care, I just want to hear you sing.” I chuckle. “You really are good. I can imagine you on stage, holding your own concert. Your voice touching so many.” I look at him, shocked by his words, and he is being so serious that I’m touched that he thinks I’m that good.
“I’m okay. I play better on guitar, though.”
“Well, you have to sing for me while you play the guitar then.” We laugh.
“Fine, I’ll play for you. Your very own private concert.”
“What about now?” I stop and he stands in front of me.
“Now? As in now, now?”
“Yeah, why not? We’re almost at your house and I really want to hear you play again.” I bite my lip. This would mean he would be in my house, in my room. We’ll be alone. I don’t know if I trust myself to be alone with him. The way my body reacts to him, I can’t promise myself that I would say no.
“I just want to hear you sing. I’m not expecting anything else. I promise.” He lifts my hand that’s in his and kisses my knuckles. “I will be the perfect gentleman.”
“Okay,” I whisper. When we get to my house, I open the door and let him inside before closing it behind me, watching as he looks around. I know we’ll be alone tonight since mom called me after school, that’s why I was running late to Colin’s practice. She wanted to say she was going on another date.
She has more of a love life than me. My eyes go to Colin. I wonder if I’ll have one soon. I follow him as he looks at the photos on the walls and the ones sitting on the mantle above the fireplace in the living room. He lifts one up with me and my dad playing our guitars.
