by T. E. White
“Forget it, hey?” I shook my head. “Obviously, something is going on between him and Penelope, and neither of them is willing to talk about it.”
The blonde folded her arms over her impressive breasts, although I wasn’t trying to pay attention. She just usually had them on display, and it was a little hard to not notice.
“Well your friend is the biggest asshole ever,” she shouted over our shoulders in Gavin’s retreating direction. “Besides, I’m feeling a little nauseous standing here with you two. I’ll catch you later when you get back from your honeymoon with stud here.”
Bricks could have been laid the way the blonde walled us off and stalked away. I arched a brow at Red, wondering if she needed to follow after her friend.
“She’ll be fine,” she muttered, more to herself. I could tell she was torn as to what to do. In the end, I steered her in another direction.
The parking lot in the marina wasn’t far from where we stood. In my hand, hers was dwarfed and looked childlike. Yet, I marveled at how well we fit despite her tiny frame.
“Ready to go?” Our things were packed and already in my car. I opened the door for her and helped her in. We were going to spend a week together at the lake house with nothing but each other. This was certainly a test of the longevity of our relationship, even though I didn’t plan it that way.
I tried to ignore the way she stared at me. “What?” I finally asked when we were well underway. The faint sounds of the latest hit played in the background as the scenery dashed by.
Her body turned in the seat so that she faced my profile. “Nothing, I just like watching you.”
I flashed a smile her way but her mouth drew me in. With her hat off and tucked in the backseat, the red that was her hair and her mouth jolted my cock awake. They were different shades of the same color but somehow worked congruently.
“I should probably tell you if you don’t stop looking at me that way, I’m going to pull over and fuck you on the side of the road.”
The quick glance I took showed her pouty mouth was puckered. There was nothing for it. I groaned and fisted my cock, hoping to rein it back into submission.
Her voice, filled with amusement said, “Having a bit of trouble there?”
I glared at her for a second before I turned my eyes back to the road. “You think it’s funny that all I have to do is look at you and my dick gets hard.”
Out of the corner of my eye, her head bobbed as silent laughter over took her.
“Why is it that the red lip goop you wear looks like war paint on any other girl, but on you it’s like forbidden fruit?”
“You like my lipstick huh, and not my lips?” From my periphery, I saw her eye arched in question.
“I love your mouth. But when it’s painted red, I can imagine it wrapped around my dick.”
When she leaned forward, I snagged her hand. I placed it solidly in my lap. “See what you and your mouth do to me.”
“Hmm,” she murmured. “It seems you have a hard problem to deal with. Maybe I can help.”
The click of her seatbelt sent my cock jumping for joy in my pants. I said nothing as she leaned forward and freed it from the waistband of my jogging pants.
Once her tongue teased the head, she glanced up from my lap and I had a moment to relish the first time I was about to get head while driving. I’d done crazy things before with girls, but this was one experience I hadn’t had before, even though I’d heard about it from other guys.
“Fuck, Biscuit, you can’t look at me and expect me to last.”
Her smile widened and I focused on the road. Her mouth was hot and wet and slid down my length in a rhythm that left my knuckles white around the steering wheel.
I was having a hard time concentrating on the road as my breathing became rough. “Stop, I don’t want to finish this way. I want to be inside you.”
The pop of suction that came after she disengaged nearly had me spilling my load. “What, you can’t get it back up when we get to your place?”
A challenge? “Oh, I can get it up again. You can bet your pretty little head on that. Go ahead and be prepared when we get to the house to be taken hard and fast.”
For a girl that had been a virgin just a few weeks ago, she knew how to trade teasing. “Ooh, sounds fun, but only if you can catch me.”
I freed my hand from the wheel and guided her back to my dick. All that talk was taking away from the pleasure. She took me in further and my hand continued the downward pressure, wanting her to take me all in. “Relax your throat and swallow.”
Again, Red was very good at taking direction. She did exactly as I asked and I released her head as she came back up for air gasping. I hid my smirk even though she never looked up. She just went down again without any help from me until I finally admitted, “I’m coming.”
Although I warned her, I prayed she continued and sucked me dry just like every other time. And she did.
When the pulsations subsided, she sat up and wiped at the corner of her mouth. I remembered what she said before about her douche bag of an ex. “Come here,” I coaxed. Her face was next to mine when I turned quickly after ensuring we wouldn’t hit anyone, and I kissed her hard and fast.
There was no doubt in my mind she got my meaning when I pulled away, leaving her breathless and wanting. My hand up her skirt didn’t help matters either.
20
The drive was shorter with Red in the car. Sometimes when girls get going while talking, sounds begin to fade and irritating ringing in the ear can occur. It’s a phenomenon as yet unexplained, and females all over the world still don’t recognize the medical condition.
However, Red could talk for days and I would absorb every word. Her passion for people and how she planned to save the world with her degree had me wanting to sign up and join the Peace Corps. Her views on human rights were in line with mine, but her dedication to making this world a better place for everyone was feat I never planned to attempt.
“And if Russia and other countries like them don’t understand that love isn’t something you can plan, injustices will continue to happen. People shouldn’t be scorned because they fall in love with what some people judge as wrong. Love is a beautiful thing and can happen when you least expect it.”
Love. The word crept up my spine, branching out like warm vines throughout my body. I felt it wind around my heart and squeeze, and for a second I thought I might choke because I couldn’t breathe.
Red said something while thumping me on my back. I think she asked if I was alright.
“I’m good.” I felt my eyes water and my voice sounded like I was talking though swallowing something down the wrong passage.
I coughed a few times for good measure.
“Do you not agree?” she asked solemnly.
She’d taken my moment of hesitation wrong. “No, I agree with you. People can’t help who they fall in love with. What business is it of anyone else’s as long as you aren’t hurting anyone?”
“Yeah, my thoughts exactly.” She spied me curiously. “So why did you look as pale as a ghost?”
I let the one hand of my white-knuckle grip on the steering wheel free as I pointed to my throat. “I swallowed something wrong.” It wasn’t exactly a lie. The word love had felt like trying to eat chucky peanut butter without a drink.
Gratefully, I pulled up in the drive of the lake house that had come to be my home away from home. Whenever I was not in school, I was generally here. My parents’ house in DC hadn’t been home for me in years.
She stepped out of the car and surveyed the place. We hadn’t talked much about our families and I didn’t know of her financial background, because it didn’t matter. I just wasn’t sure of her reaction to the opulence of the place. It was a large home with unobstructed views of the lake down the hill below. The lawns immediately around the house were manicured. But the descent beyond the curb of the driveway that ran rampant with wild grass had given the place a more of a rustic feel than the i
nterior.
Trees to the left of the house were dense and filled a thick gap between us and the next estate over. From where we stood it was almost like we owned the entire lake on this side.
“It’s beautiful here.”
“It sure is.” But in no way was I referring to the house, the lake or the view outside of her.
She turned a radiant smile on me. Then I started to chuckle as her legs crossed and uncrossed. “Long drive?” I asked, knowingly.
Her head bobbed and I took her hand, drawing her to the front door as we pulled the suitcases I’d removed from the truck to the door.
I unlocked the door. “There is a bathroom around the corner, or several upstairs. Take your pick.”
She headed for the stairs as I closed the door. “Leave your bag, I’ll take it for you.”
Her nod was all I got before I stood like a creeper and watched her ascent, hoping for a peek under her short dress. The drive had been long and I had to endure seeing her creamy legs while only being able to place my hand on them without getting us in an accident. Once she was out of view I pushed the handles down on our bags and positioned myself to pick them up, when a knock came.
My parents were overseas visiting my mom’s family so it couldn’t be them, not that they would knock. I stood straight, curious who could be at the door. A rap came again right before I pulled the door open.
The past confronted me like a chilly breezy on a hot day. It was the kind of thing that could have been good or bad. Involuntarily I stepped back and gave her the impression I was inviting her in, when that was far from the truth.
“Tade.” The delight on her face took my attention from her hands as she moved to unfasten her coat. “I thought that was your car I saw.”
My jaw dropped when an unhindered view of skin filled my vision. A gasp came from behind me and a glance over my shoulder confirmed that Red was seeing what I was.
The woman before me drew her coat closed, holding it as if to fight a gale force wind. “Who is that?” she asked.
It was probably inappropriate but an almost hysterical chuckle filled the airspace around me. Still laughing I said, “Amber this is Reagan, my girlfriend.” I glanced at Red and said, “Reagan this is Amber.”
Soft footsteps said that Red was joining us in the foyer with the door still ajar. I’d turned my attention back to Amber, poised to ask her to leave when she said, “Girlfriend? I thought you didn’t do girlfriends.” Her pout was evident.
Red took my arm and cocked her head at the woman before her. “Yes, his girlfriend. And I do him often, so he won’t be needing your services.”
Although my chuckles had subsided, after hearing Red, they were renewed. Amber, with the poise gifted by her mother said, “I’m very sorry to have bothered you. I didn’t know. I should be leaving.”
Amber gave me a deadly final look and I felt moisture in the corner of my eyes from the hilarity at this situation. We stood and watched her get into the silver roadster that was parked down the drive, an extreme contrast to my sleek black Maserati four-door. When the car sped off, as if the wheels couldn’t go fast enough, Red closed the door and turned venomous eyes on me.
The laugh in my throat choked down. She nearly stomped over to her bag and lifted it. I moved to grab it from her, and her narrowed eyes dared me to touch it. The thump of her step on the stairs matched the rattle in my heart. I got my bag and hurried up behind her.
“What’s wrong?”
Okay, that was a dumb question. There was no good question to ask a woman when she was pissed. I’d seen it with my parents. My mom would give my father the look. The look was the one that said, you idiot, you should know what’s wrong. But fate would have words sputtering out despite all I’d learned during the times I’d spent with my parents growing up.
She spun around and glared at me. “What’s wrong? I’ll tell you what’s wrong.” Her finger lifted in my direction and I knew I should just apologize before this got out of hand. But pride was a hard thing to lose. “You pretty boys walk around life with girls flinging themselves at you like it’s that easy to get laid. They make things hard for girls like me. And one day, you’ll give into the temptation to be with someone else because we’ve had a fight, and it’ll be easy for you to replace me.”
Where the hell was this coming from? All I’d done was open the door. “How is this my fault?”
“You were born.”
Okay, that was just dumb. “Like I asked to be born.”
“No, you were just born like that.” She gestured at my entire body.
I looked down, wondering what was wrong with me.
“That’s right. God’s gift to women. That woman came here to have sex with you.”
The whole naked thing had made that obvious. “I don’t want her.”
“That’s not the point. She’s beautiful and everything I’m not. Her body was perfect. Why did you bring me here when you had that to go to?”
The clang against the hardwood floor was the bag I’d dropped. I moved to her and cupped her face. “She’s a blurred reflection of you. You are perfection. She’s nothing. I only want you.”
“Who is she?”
“Amber,” I dumbly responded. It was only the purse of her lip that let me know that was the wrong answer. “She’s just a girl from my past.”
She stepped away from me and stood there waiting, fists on her hips.
So I gave her more information. “She’s the first girl I was ever with.”
21
Her blue eyes were wide as if she’d just figured out my meaning. “As in you lost your virginity with her?”
I nodded and she looked like she might fall. I moved quickly and walked her into my room. When she reached it, she collapsed as if the world fell away from her feet. I had no idea why Amber being my first gave her that reaction but I bided my time and gave her a moment to speak.
“Did you love her?”
I wasn’t exactly expecting that question but it was a logical one.
“I think at one time, I thought I loved her.”
“But….”
Fear gripped my chest again. There was a good reason why I knew I never loved Amber. “I was young and infatuated with her. I thought she loved me and I had no idea what love was.”
Her face crinkled and she asked, “How old were you?”
I turned away to answer. “Thirteen.” The boy I was then surfaced for a second and I remembered a conversation with Amber that had changed everything.
“Thirteen. You both were so young.”
I met her stormy eyes. “I was thirteen. She was fifteen, almost sixteen.”
She looked at me with shock in her eyes but then nodded. “So what happened between the two of you?”
“Our parents were friends, and when they came over and wanted to talk they would send us away, forgetting we weren’t kids anymore. One time she asked if I wanted to make out. I was thirteen and horny as hell. So I did. It wasn’t my first time kissing a girl. When she let me feel her up under her clothes, I tried more.” I shrugged. “It wasn’t all that great. I think I spilled my first load after pushing in on the first stroke. I quickly recovered and lasted a few more strokes before I lost it again.”
Her laugh was welcome after she’d gone quiet, even though it was at my expense.
“She laughed too.”
I thought bitterly back to the day I was returning to England and I professed my feelings to her. She’d told me I was too young and she couldn’t be with me beyond all the sex we’d shared that summer. I was going back to England, and I should find a girl my own age, she’d said.
“It’s not funny,” she said, trying not to giggle. “So she broke your heart.”
“No, but she made me work harder in bed. By the end of the summer she was seeking me out to give her pleasure. And I thought that meant she wanted more. I know now it wasn’t anything more than a crush.”
“Have you ever been in love?”
“Yes.
” I hoped she didn’t ask more.
“Have you ever cheated on anyone?”
It was making sense. She was putting me in the shoes of her ex. “I haven’t ever cheated because I’ve never had a girlfriend.”
“Do you think you could cheat?”
“I’m not Charles. I wouldn’t cheat on you. You’re important to me. And there is a reason you are my first girlfriend. I chose you, just like you chose me.” I didn’t have to spell out how we were each other’s first. Although they were different firsts, they were first for the same reason. We had been very selective about who we had those firsts with.
She nodded. “You’re right. This isn’t fair to you. I just don’t want to get hurt again. I don’t think I would survive it.”
A four-letter word hung in the air between us, but neither of us said it. It had been a couple of months since we first met. However, fear kept us both from admitting it. At least I thought she felt the same way.
“Biscuit, you are the sun and I’ll forever be in your orbit.” I leaned in and she allowed me to kiss her. She tasted of sour apple again, and I thought about the candy she’d popped in her mouth on the drive up.
We ended up taking things slow. When we removed our clothes there wasn’t anything hurried about the action. I took my time exploring every inch of her body, from her collarbone to the swell of her breasts to the arches of her hips. I spent a lot of time bringing her to orgasm not once but twice with my mouth. Her cries and the way she tugged my hair made me grip my cock at the base so I didn’t spill my seed. With her it was always more than it had been with anyone else. We ended up lying in bed with pizza and popcorn, watching a movie, before she finally drifted off on my chest.
I took the time to draw patterns on her back and faced the feelings in my chest. I was pretty sure I was falling in love with her, if I wasn’t already there. There was a driving urge to make her elated and to see her smile. As I coasted off to sleep, I wondered what life would be like not to wake up with her in my arms.
