by Wilde, Ora
6
A Weekend Surprise
The rest of the week passed without much fanfare.
Cheerleading practice has become a smoother experience for me. I have mastered the steps for the basic routines and Jaynie has decided to let me join the rehearsals for the more complicated numbers.
Finn has been sweet. He always was, but for the past few days, he was even more loving. He showed his concern over the incident that happened at our house, going to the extent of volunteering himself to watch over me as I slept just to ensure that I was safe. Of course we would have to share your bed, he mischievously reminded me. I turned down his offer with an affectionate assurance that I was okay and that things weren’t as grave as they seemed to be.
And Nash? I haven’t seen him since the night of the vandalism. Aunt Susan said that he came back home for like two minutes just to change his clothes. She didn’t even get to say hello. She didn’t even get to see his face with that “ridiculous looking hood” he always wore.
I wondered how Nash has been doing. Have his wounds healed? The laceration on his rib in particular? Have his bruises disappeared? Has he made some enemies? Enemies who went to the extent of getting inside his head by threatening us, his family?
It was Saturday afternoon and I was in my room, browsing the web with my iPad, checking Facebook for some juicy gossips about people I know, visiting TMZ for the latest dirt about hollywood celebs, and checking if my village has been raided in Clash of Clans.
It was a slow and lazy day.
Too slow. Too lazy. Too relaxing.
I knew I was forgetting something.
Then I remembered the promise I made to Finn.
Well, you be a good boy, and maybe,
you’d get a reward this weekend.
He’s been more than a good boy. Supportive and devoted and kind. Many are of the opinion, females mostly, that he’s the hottest guy in school. He could’ve won the heart of any girl he wanted. Yet he chose me. And it’s been a wonderful, wonderful adventure ever since.
It came with consequences, naturally. A lot of girls envied me... or at least I thought they envied me. Their looks... the way they treated me... the way they smiled their fake smiles... I knew that they were wishing for the day when Finn and I would break up. For them, perhaps, I didn’t deserve him. I wasn’t the prettiest girl in our campus. I wasn’t the most sociable girl in our batch. I wasn’t born with a prestigious family name that commanded instant respect. Yet, I had the heart of the young man they coveted the most.
Kyla’s one of those girls.
She’s had the hots for Finn since Day One. There were times when I tried to analyze her infamously promiscuous reputation. Was it because she desired the attention, more than the penises she has claimed? If so, whose attention in particular was she hungry for? She has been flirting with Finn since our first year of middle school. Finn told me that much, one time. She likes boys... not just me, he reasoned out. I always pondered if that was the truth, or if he just didn’t want me to worry.
Time and time again, though, Finn handled her advances pretty well. Sure, he was polite to her. He didn’t dismiss her outright. But he didn’t fall for her trap, either. He was just friendly with her... much to her dismay, I was sure.
Finn has always been loyal to me.
Always.
And it’s the weekend. It’s time for his reward.
I got out of bed and opened my dresser. I picked out the sexiest-yet-non-sluttiest attire I could find. It wasn’t that hard to choose. My wardrobe isn’t expansive at all. A white spaghetti-strapped top, a yellow skirt that flowed just above my knees, and my ever-reliable white sandals with straps that wrapped around my ankles. A lot of people may find my getup quite conservative, but it was the most provocative outfit I had.
Finn’s house was just a bus ride away. Madrone Lane was just beside Gold Bug Park. I could surprise him at his place, spend some naughty time together - just as I promised - then we could while away the afternoon at the park... talking about us... about our plans... about our future together...
Some fifteen minutes after I rode the bus and I was at Giovanni Drive, and a three minute walk away from the love of my life. I strode at a brisk pace. I couldn’t wait to see him.
How would we make love without making love, I wondered? Kisses galore escalating into a torrid clash of tongues? Then what? Our naked upper bodies would rub against each other to further intensify the passion we’d be sharing? After that? His lips would roam all over my breasts, nibble at my nips, and explore the areas around them. And then? As he normally would, he’d try to make me happy. Finger fucking was the term he used. He’d top it off by going down on me and his oral skills would make me climax. And what about him? Well, he never complained about me sucking his cock until he came.
That was the extent of our sex life. He respected my decision to hold off on actual intercourse, but we always managed to gratify our cravings.
But for that afternoon, I wanted something different. I wanted something that would spice things up. His parents were usually out during the weekends... off to visit his grandmother in Sacramento. His dad is one of the most prominent lawyers in Placerville. Just about everyone in the city knows him. He works very long hours everyday, and he looks forward to the weekends for that drive to the next city. It has always been a way for him to regenerate his energy.
Finn and I would have the whole house for ourselves. Granted that their house help, Gina, would be there... but she was the shy, quiet type. Most certainly, she heard our moans and screams and wails during some of our wilder escapades, but she never said anything. She never told anyone.
I wanted our sex - if we could call it sex - that afternoon to be totally unforgettable. Something he would remember me by whenever we’re not together.
But my mind was suffering from a drought of ideas.
It’s not like I think of kinky things all the time. My sexual fantasies were pretty much vanilla.
I should’ve watched a lot of porn. It’s everywhere on the internet these days, anyway. But I didn’t, and my sexual creativity was proving itself to be lacking.
Maybe we could do it while showering? That was a nice thought. It was something we haven’t done before. And the fact that he has his own bathroom inside his chamber would make things easier and more convenient.
I should keep that in mind, in case I wouldn’t be able to come up with a better plan.
Oh well, I was sure I could think of something, even later when we’re making out.
The most intense of schemes, after all, are born in the heat of passion.
I reached his place and rang the doorbell.
A minute passed by and no one answered.
I rang it once more and waited.
After another minute, the door opened and Gina peeked out.
“Hey Gina!” I greeted her. “Is Finn home?”
She didn’t say anything in response. She didn’t even completely open the door for me. She didn’t invite me in like she always did many times before. Instead, she just stood behind the wooden entrance, her head sneaking out, with her mouth closed and crooked and her eyes wide open as if she was shocked to see me.
Or was she afraid that I was there?
But why?
“Gina, is something wrong?” I asked her, worried that something might have happened.
She carefully and slowly shook her head... as if she was nervous about something... as if she was hesitant to respond.
Something wasn’t right. Fear and worry began to seize my heart. Why did Gina look so terrified? Was there a thief inside the house? Was she being held at gunpoint? Did the people responsible for the incident at my home manage to find Finn’s residence?
“Gina, let me in,” I told her firmly. “I need to see Finn. Now!”
My tone startled her and she quickly walked away from the door, then dashed past the living room, towards the kitchen where she usually spent most of the day preparing meals for
Finn and his family.
I pushed the door and it opened, creaking at the hinges before stopping midway from the other end. I went inside the house and looked around. Everything seemed to be alright. There were no signs of a break-in. The place was clean and well-kept.
The terror that gripped me a few seconds ago... it was probably just my imagination.
I shrugged off whatever feeling of dread was left in my gut and proceeded to go upstairs, where Finn’s bedroom was. Third door to the right, third door to the right... I always had to remind myself. I was still traumatized by the shame I had to endure when I mistakenly entered his younger brother’s room a few months ago. Thankfully, eight year old Clive has yet to know about the birds and the bees and the secret meetings they sometimes have to go through.
Third door to the right... third door to the right...
Once I was outside his bedroom, I contemplated on knocking to let him know that I was there, thrilled to be with him. I decided not to. I slightly turned the knob to check if it was locked. It turned. I quickly withdrew my hand from the handle. I wasn’t ready yet.
Think, Andrea, think...
What’s the best way to give him an afternoon that he’ll surely enjoy?
Then I had a eureka moment. With a smile on my face, I turned the knob once more and entered his room.
And I saw him.
Dancing to a music I couldn’t hear. He had his headphones on, connected to the iPhone he was holding. His back was turned against me. He didn’t have a shirt on. The only garment he was wearing was the pair of stringed white sweatpants which I always found sexy. The muscles on his back were beautiful to watch, thumping as he swayed from side to side. The exhilaration I felt only intensified... to the point that I could no longer contain my glee.
I tapped his shoulder and he turned to face me.
To say that he was shocked to see me would be an understatement. He looked at me with wide and unblinking eyes as he mouthed the words ‘oh my God.’ He had the same expression as Gina’s... my presence seemed to have startled them into stupor. It was very evident from how pale he suddenly became, as if all the blood was drained from his face.
That was the nature of surprises, I guessed. To catch the other off guard and to stagger him to a state of vulnerability. Based on his reaction, I believed I have succeeded.
He removed his expensive headphones - a wireless pair of Beats Studio - and dropped them on the floor. He didn’t care if the fall broke them. Was he that shocked to see me?
“Andrea, what are you doing here?” he asked anxiously.
“It’s the weekend,” I purred naughtily. “And I promised you a reward, right?”
“But...”
I didn’t allow him to continue.
I knelt before him and unstrung his pants. I pulled down the pair. He wasn’t wearing any underwear... his cock immediately stared at me. It wasn’t how I expected it to be, though.
I expected it to be... less flaccid.
But that can be fixed.
I drew my mouth close to his dick and began to nibble its shaft. It wasn’t usually that narrow, but it will widen in a few seconds... I was sure of it.
“Andrea... wait...” he pleaded.
I paid him no mind.
I swallowed the entirety of his manhood, which was quite easy considering how limp it still was. It should expand in due time. I began to suck on his dick. My tongue licked on it while it was inside my mouth.
But something was wrong... something was very wrong...
He wasn’t getting hard at all.
“Andrea, I can’t do this...” he said as he pushed my head away.
I don’t know if it was my libido or my pride, but I refused to bulge. I kept sucking and sucking and sucking, my mouth was like a vacuum cleaner on full power.
It should get hard...
It should get hard...
It was just a matter of time...
It should get hard...
It just should...
Maybe he was just tired... or stressed out... or maybe he just woke up... or maybe something was bothering him and he was an emotional wreck... maybe... maybe...
I sucked and sucked and sucked... and he kept trying to free his cock from my mouth.
Then his bathroom door opened.
A female went out.
Blonde, beautiful, slender, graceful, and statuesque. She looked very much like a Homecoming Queen... were it not for the fact that she was wearing a towel around her body instead of a dress.
A very skimpy towel, the water from her body dripping on its fabric.
She saw us, Finn’s cock parlously inserted in my mouth. She wanted to scream, but fear overwhelmed her shock. No... it wasn’t fear. Her eyes swelled up. Her lips twisted into a guilty curl.
She wasn’t afraid.
She was ashamed.
For what was probably the first time in her life, Jaynie Martell knew how it felt to be disgraced... and it came at the cost of my heart.
7
Homecoming
I don’t know how I was able to get home. My heart was badly broken. My head was a complete mess. And my body followed suit. I felt weak and battered and bruised, though no one even touched me.
I never saw that coming.
Finn never gave any hint that he was unhappy with me. Everything was so, so, so great between us. We had dreams. We had plans. We talked about life after high school, life during college, life after marriage, life together, life forever.
What happened?
That was the question that plagued my mind since I left his bedroom. He tried to stop me. He tried to explain what I just witnessed. Jaynie the Homecoming Bitch called my name, too. She wanted to talk.
Yeah, right!
She probably only wanted me to keep my mouth shut to preserve her oh so stellar reputation in school.
I didn’t listen to any of them. I ran out of his room, out of his house, out of his street, and out of his goddamn life.
I lied down in bed as soon as I got home. I looked at the ceiling. How many nights have I spent like that, ruminating about the fondest of memories with him, imagining the many wonderful moments we have shared and the many amazing promises that awaited us.
What happened?
Was it because he got tired of me? Was it because I couldn’t have sex - real sex - with him? Was it because Jaynie the Slut was just too pretty?
Who made the first move? Who tempted who? How long has it been going on behind my back?
Kyla’s words... when the cat is away... tick tock... time is ticking...
They all made sense now. She knew about them. I wondered how many more people knew about their affair? And why didn’t anyone tell me?
If only Karla was there. She was my best friend. She’s quite gossipy. She would’ve known. She would’ve told me. Sadly, she had to go to another school three years ago... and I was left on my own.
I hid myself under the blanket, hoping to disappear from this cruel world. I tried to be brave. I tried to be strong. I tried to focus on my anger to quell the pain that threatened to ruin me.
But I couldn’t.
The torment of his betrayal was just unbearable. No matter how hard I tried, the pain lingered. It didn’t throb. It didn’t sting. It didn’t prick.
It tore me up completely. My heart was the first to go, and my insides were quick to follow. I couldn’t think of a worse kind of pain than what I was feeling.
I tried to be brave. I tried to be strong. I tried to deal with it like the adult I should be. But I couldn’t.
And the tears I’ve been warding off for the longest time began to drop, in trickles initially, then I started to sob uncontrollably. I cried because of the pain. I cried because of everything I just lost. I cried because of how unfair it was for me.
I cried because I was weaker than I thought I was.
A tap on the window.
I wiped my tears with the blanket before sneaking a look at the source of the sound.
It was Nash, balancing himself shakily on the windowsill.
I got up from bed and pulled up the glass pane... something that was becoming a habit... something I have done before... something so simply familiar yet so comforting for some strange reason... something I so desperately needed at that time...
I didn’t greet him. I didn’t offer a hand to help him get inside my room. I just stared at him. Traces of his bruises were still on his face, but they were healing. His busted lips have closed, though a little bit swollen, still.
