Moments Of Beauty

by J B Heller

  He and I have never gotten along, it’s not just that we’re not friends, I don’t really have any friends. No, BJ has always gone out of his way to be a dick to me. And now I’ve got the girl he’s been chasing relentlessly for months, and he knows it.

  The rest of the day seems to go by unusually slow as I sit in my English class and wonder what he’s going to do next. Will he start targeting me again? Or is he going to keep going after her?

  “Mr. Haynes,” my English teacher says.

  I shake my head, bringing myself back to the present, “Yes sir?”

  “Are you with us now?” he asks.

  I scratch my temple, “Uh, yes, sir.”

  “I’d like you to stay after class today. There’s something I wish to discuss with you,” Mr. Robson instructs.

  It must be about the final assignment I handed in last week. He waits for me to nod before moving on to address the other students.

  Earlier today I had spoken to the Principal about scheduling my exams at the end of the month, and once they were completed, I was done.

  Instead of the relief I expected to feel from the news, I feel empty. I should be glad, I should be freaking ecstatic that everything is falling into place so easily. But I’m not. And I know why.

  Eliza.

  I decided telling Eliza as soon as possible would be the best, otherwise I might chicken out. And I can’t do that to her. I sent her a text with the address of the job site I was working on today so she could pick me up when I knocked off and we could talk.

  Not surprisingly, she showed up early. I lifted my chin in acknowledgment when she pulled up out the front but kept on working.

  “Who’s that?” Johnno asks.

  I scratch my temple, “Uh, Eliza Quinn.”

  “She your girl?” he says with a smirk on his face.

  “Uh, kinda,” I tell him.

  Johnno shakes his head, “I don’t get you, Hux. You’ve got a fine piece like that and I bet you’re still planning on leaving. Am I right?”

  I nod once, “Got my final exam dates today.”

  “She know?” he asks with a flick of his chin in Eliza’s direction.

  “Yeah, she knows.” Guilt eats at me as I look over and see her dancing away in her car while messing with her phone, completely oblivious to our conversation. To what I’m going to tell her this afternoon. I can’t imagine she’s going to take it well.

  Eliza meets my gaze and graces me with one of her smiles and a small wave. I close my eyes and hope I’m doing the right thing.

  Johnno’s big hand clasps over my shoulder, “Go to your girl. You’ve done enough here today. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

  I nod, then get my pack out of the back of his ute before walking over to Eliza’s Rover, “Hey, Princess,” I greet as I climb onto the towel covered passenger seat.

  She beams, “Hey you. So, where to? Stream or rest stop?”

  “Stream,” I tell her. If she decides to leave at least it won’t be as far for me to walk home.

  Eliza pulls her car off to the side of the road a few minutes later, and we make our way through the trees to the clearing. As soon as we step into the small open area I drop my pack on the ground and start kicking my shoes off.

  “Why’d you get your pack out of the car?” she asks.

  I answer her honestly, “Because you might not want to give me a ride home after we talk.”

  The expression on her face says it all, “Okay, well let’s get it over with then. Whatever it is you have to say, just say it.”

  I finish taking my shoes off and sit down, putting my feet in the cold water, “Sit with me?”

  She stands there, shifting her weight from one sandal clad foot to the other, “If you’re going to tell me we’re done right here, right now, I’d rather not.”

  I sigh heavily, and look out at the crystal clear water flowing effortlessly over the boulders in its path and wish I could overcome the obstacles in front of me as smoothly. “Today I was given the date for my final exams, end of the month,” I say without looking back to her, and I can’t hear her shifting around behind me anymore.

  “As soon as they’re done, I’ll—” I pause, taking a shuddering breath, it’s so much harder to tell her than it should be, “when they’re done, I’ll leave.”

  Silence.

  Turning my head, I glance behind me to make sure she’s still there, “El?” she’s sitting down with her legs crossed in front of her, running a piece of grass through her fingertips repeatedly.

  She slowly begins nodding to herself and I wait for her to say something, anything, to put me out of my misery. When she finally lifts her eyes to mine, I wish she hadn’t. Unshed tears shine back at me and I know I could have saved her this hurt had I just stayed away.

  Dropping my gaze, I refocus on the water until I feel the heat of her against my back as she nuzzles her face between my shoulder blades and wraps her arms around my middle. “So I still have time?” she asks.

  Her question doesn’t make sense, “Time for what?”

  “To be with you.”

  I slide my hands over hers that are clasped around my waist, “If that’s what you want.”

  “What’s that supposed to mean?” she sniffles.

  “It means, if it would be easier for you to start distancing yourself now, that would make sense.”

  With an outraged growl, she releases her grip on me, pushes to her feet, and stands. “Are you serious? Why would you say that to me? Is it not clear enough to you how much I want this? How much I want to be with you, no matter how long?” she huffs with annoyance and glares down at me.

  I get to my feet too, “You have. But I just wanted to give you an out. The sooner we end this, the better off you’ll be.”

  Her glare intensifies, “How do you figure that? I’ll get to see you around school and town for the next three weeks but not be able talk to you, to touch you? How would that be easier?”

  Her glare is fierce, and I can’t take it much longer, so I look down at my bare feet instead. “I don’t know. I’m sorry.” I rub my temples with my thumb and forefinger, “I’m just trying to make this as painless as possible, for both of us.”

  Eliza closes the space between us and wraps her fingers around my wrist, pulling my hand away from my face, “It’s going to hurt when you leave, I know that. But until then, I’m going to spend as much time as I possibly can with you. I’m going to fill the next three weeks with memories of you to keep me going when you’re not around anymore. Do you hear me? I’m not going anywhere until you do.”

  I drop my forehead to rest against hers, “Okay,” I murmur. But inside I’m wondering what’s going to happen when those memories begin to fade. Because I’m not coming back here, ever.

  Time is passing way too quickly, I’m already a week closer to my final exams and a week closer to leaving Eliza.

  She’s rarely left my side outside of school and work hours, going as far as to pick me up from job sites every afternoon. From there we go to the stream and sit around talking and making out.

  I know I’m going to miss her the most when I go. She’s become a part of me that I can’t, and don’t want to forget. From the minute she drives away in the evening, until the moment I see her again in the morning, she’s all I think about, which makes studying for my upcoming exams extremely difficult.

  A big part of me wants to tell her how strongly I feel about her, but I know, in the long run, that would only make it worse. Vocalising things always has a way of making them that much more real.

  I’ve given up wishing I didn’t want her so badly, it doesn’t help anything. Accepting it doesn’t help either because at the end of the day, I’m still leaving. I have to.

  “Where’d you go just now?” Eliza asks.

  I turn my attention back to her and shake my head, “Nowhere.”

  “Yeah you did. You’ve been quietly staring off into space for the last half hour.”

  “I have?” I ask a
s I scratch my neck out of habit.

  She nods, “Yep.”

  “Sorry, must have got lost in my thoughts,” I say, hoping it’s enough of an explanation for her.

  She’s chewing on the corner of her bottom lip, “You’re not going to tell me what you were thinking about, are you?”

  With a heavy sigh, I answer her, “I’d rather not.”

  “You’re thinking about when you go then.”

  I look out over the water, instead of into her sad eyes, “Yeah, something like that.” Then I feel her snuggle up against my side, and lay her head on my shoulder. I can’t help it, I press my lips to her forehead, I’m going to miss her so much. She can read me like a book, I bet she knows exactly how I feel about her without me having to say a word.

  When she looks up into my eyes, something inside me breaks a little more.

  I don’t want to leave her.

  Dropping my head down closer to hers, I sweep my hand into her hair, gripping it in my fingers and press my lips to hers. “I’m done thinking,” I murmur against her soft mouth, and she responds by climbing into my lap.

  With her legs wrapped around me and her arms holding tight around my neck, I forget my worries and focus on the gorgeous girl in my arms. Sliding my palm up her spine until my fingers knot in the hair at the base of her skull, I pull her head back and pepper her sweet neck with nips and licks.

  “Hux,” she moans, and just like that, begins rocking her hips into mine.

  She’s been pushing my limits more and more lately. I know she wants me to lay her down and fuck her in the grass, and I won’t lie, I’ve fantasised about it at least hundred times. But I can’t.

  I move my hands to her hips and still her movements, “El,” I warn.

  Her eyes are bright and she grins at me, “Yes,” she says, innocence dripping from her tone.

  My fingers dig deeper into her hips when she tries to move against me again, and I growl “Don’t.”

  If it’s even possible her eyes brighten further, “Why?” she asks with a devious smirk. “Don’t you like it?”

  She knows damn well I like the way she feels rubbing against me. Hell, my dick has already started to pay attention and she’s barely touched me. I don’t answer her, instead I glare at her smiling face.

  “Hux, why do you keep stopping me? I can’t stop thinking about the moment you finally slide inside of me.” A slight shiver runs through her body as she teases me with her words. “I can imagine how good you will feel, filling me, thrusting inside my tight—”

  I can’t take it anymore and cover her dirty mouth with my hand. I close my eyes and try thinking of anything else, anything at all that doesn’t involve Eliza and her sweet little body with my dick buried inside of it.

  As if she can sense how close I am to losing my shit, her tongue slides past her lips, against my palm and my eyes flash open. I only have so much self-control, and her words, combined with the look in her eyes, just snapped it.

  “Fuck it,” I mumble and flip our positions around so she’s beneath me on the ground as I hover over her. My eyes flick back and forth between hers, and they’re shining with happiness. I want to see that look every fucking day for the rest of my life.

  Sliding my hands under the hem of her sundress, I caress her thighs gently, teasing her with my feather light touch. She squirms, trying to make me move faster. But I just grin at her, taking in her flushed cheeks, rosy lips, and bright eyes.

  “You’re so fucking perfect, what do you want with a reject like me?” I murmur against her bent knee.

  “You are the sweetest, most intense and mysterious person I’ve ever met. I love that about you. Others may have rejected you, but I never will, Hux. Ever.” Her breath hitches as my hands slide further up her thighs to her hips.

  I move myself between her legs, forcing them open and she grins wickedly up at me. When my fingertips touch something soft and lacy I glance down between her legs and see the sexiest pair of mint green, lace, boyshort panties. “Jesus,” I groan at the same time as I grab her knees and shove them up her body.

  Eliza squeals, “Hux, what are yo—, Oh my god!” she moans.

  My mouth is pressed against the thin fabric covering her pretty pussy. I blow a warm breath over her, then lick over her sensitive flesh as she shivers beneath me. Shit, I can taste her through the material separating heaven from my lips.

  Before I know what I’m doing, my body takes over and pulls her panties to the side so I can suck on her clit. Her back bows up off the ground and her small fists grip the grass beside her hips.

  “You taste so fucking good,” I growl and begin licking her from clit to arsehole and back in long, smooth strokes. When I reach her arsehole she lets out a surprised squeak, but it turns into a moan again as my tongue travels back to her opening and pushes inside.

  Eliza’s hands knot in my hair as she holds my face to her sweet pussy while moaning my name. And I love it. My dick is hard as a fucking rock inside my shorts and I want nothing more than her hot little mouth wrapped around it. In fact, that thought alone makes it throb with the need to come, as her juices coat my tongue.

  I pull slightly away from her and look up into her glazed eyes.

  “Don’t stop!” she whines, and I smirk pressing one more quick kiss to her mound then sit up between her thighs and she pouts, “Why’d you stop?”

  I glance down to the hard-on straining against the confines of my pants, then back up at her. “Because I didn’t want to blow my load in my shorts like an idiot. And one more little moan past your pretty lips and I would have.”

  Her eyes light up and she smiles, one of those breathtaking amazing smiles that I love so much. “Oh, you liked those did you?” she teases as she slowly lifts her hips in the air, making her little dress fall to her stomach then lowers her hips again and sits up in front of me.

  “What are you doing?” I ask.

  Eliza grins, but doesn’t answer me. Instead she takes the hem of her dress and lifts it over her head, revealing a lacy mint green bra that matches her underwear, then tosses her dress to the side.

  My mouth waters instantly at the sight of her perky tits encased in lace, just waiting for me to suck her nipples through the thin fabric. Nipples that, I might add, are standing at full salute. And who am I to deny them?

  Without another word, I launch myself at her, pushing her back down into the bed of grass we’re fooling around in. She chuckles, “So you like the girls too, huh?”

  “Fuck yes,” I mutter before taking one of those tasty little morsels into my mouth and sucking, hard.

  Her back arches off the ground and her hands fly to the waistband of my shorts, trying to undo the button above my fly. She gives up her fumbling efforts and pushes at my chest, “Back up, I need to even the playing field.”

  I push back to my haunches and she has my shirt off in a flash, then she’s at the button of my shorts again, “Stupid buttons,” she grumbles under her breath as she fights to release it.

  “Want a hand?” I snicker.

  Her eyes lift to mine, and narrow, “No. I can do it myself, thank you very much.” Then she returns her focus to the task at hand, sliding her tongue out to the side just a little, as she concentrates.

  It’s goddamn adorable.

  “Ha!” She looks back up into my eyes when she finally releases the button and slowly slides down my zipper.

  The back of her knuckles graze along the length of my cock as she does, and my eyes just about roll into the back of my head with that small amount of contact. Fuck, I didn’t realise I was so hard up. I’m not going to last if I’m this on edge already.

  I try to think of something, fucking anything, to stall her, but she’s already pushed my shorts and briefs down my hips and my dick is now right in front of her face. My mind goes blank when she wraps her fingers around the base, then presses her lips to the tip in a feather light touch that has my balls pulling up tight against my body.

  My hands shoot to h
er shoulders, pushing her back a little, “El, you can’t do that. Not until I’ve had a pep talk with Pedro at least.”

  Her lips lift in a little smirk, “Pedro?”

  “Yes, that’s his name.” I point to my dick with my eyes.

  Eliza falls back laughing, “Pedro the penis!” she pants while laughing her head off.

  Lifting a brow, I ask, “Got a problem with that? I can put him away if you do, you’re offending him right now.”

  She sobers immediately, “No, no, Pedro is an umm, it’s a great name for a penis.”

  “You’re so full of shit,” I tell her, “but points for not wanting me to put my pants back on,” I say as I kick my shorts off all the way.

  “I think we need a new rule,” she states, “pants are optional at all times.”

  I chuckle and bring my hands to her hips, taking the lace of her boyshorts in my fingertips and slowly pulling them down her legs. “I like that rule, but you’re such a little sex fiend that you’d be pantless anytime we got together.”

  She shrugs, “Maybe then you’d finally fuck me? But then again, I am laying here in nothing but my bra, and you’re still talking. So . . .”

  Bringing myself back down atop her body, I brace my forearms either side of her head, “Why do you want it so bad anyway?”

  Her breath hitches at the feel of my body flush with hers, “Because it’s you. I want everything I can have with you for as long as I can have it.” Her eyes shine with sincerity.

  How can I keep saying no to her? Especially when she’s looking at me like that.

  I can’t figure Hux out. We’re laying here, in each other’s arms, in the grass, naked. And he looks like I’m torturing him, not offering myself to him.

  Reaching up, I press my palm to his cheek, and he leans into my touch, closing his eyes as he does. “Just tell me why? Why are you so determined not to have sex with me? I know you want to. I can feel how much you want me.” I shift my hips a little until the tip of his cock is nudging against my opening, “I want this. I want you. Please, I just want to be with you while I still have you.”