You Belong With Me

by M. R. Joseph

  "Don't just stand there, Carter. Fuck the shit out of me." Toni protested. That was all the ammunition Carter needed. He grabbed a condom from his shorts that were on the floor. When he looked up again, Toni was rubbing her clit with one hand and pinching her nipple with another. It was the hottest thing he had ever seen. He couldn't roll the condom on fast enough. He needed to be inside this hot piece of ass. He didn't take this one slowly, he impaled her with one thrust and she winced at the pleasure. He pounded into her relentlessly. Toni moaned and wrapped her legs again around his waist and bucked up her hips to meet his thrusts. The sweat poured from his head and he swept his black wisps back from his forehead. She was hot, tight, meeting him pump for pump. Carter was enjoying himself and smirked when he felt himself almost ready to orgasm. Toni began calling out his name.

  "Oh God, Carter, harder, deeper, don't stop. Please. Oh God!" He closed his eyes tight and when he did so one image came into his brain even though his cock was imbedded in someone else. He saw a pair of ice blue eyes and wavy blonde hair and a smile that lit up his everyday. He saw Casey and as he bucked into Toni a few more times he began to chant Casey's name.

  "Casey, oh God, Oh God, Casey baby!" He started to shoot himself into Toni and when he opened his eyes, he looked up at her and she looked horrified. Her eyes spilling with tears and her mouth was wide open in surprise. He withdrew from her slowly and ripped off the condom. He threw it in the trash can that was beside the bed. Toni grabbed a throw blanket beside her on the bed and quickly covered herself with it. Carter said nothing. He knew what he did and it was much too late to take it back. He pulled on his boxers and shorts and put his T-shirt on over his head. He slipped on his shoes and never made eye contact with Toni as she sat against her headboard and cried. He grabbed his keys from the floor and then looked up at her. Toni had smeared black mascara streaming down her face and red swollen lips from their kissing.

  "Toni?" He spoke quietly. "I'm... I'm so sorry." He turned away from her and made his way out and never looked back. He closed the door and made his way to the elevator. The doors closed and he braced the wall. Angry tears spilled from his eyes. He realized in that moment that he wasn't sorry he called out Casey's name. He was only sorry it wasn't her beneath him. It was like a lightening bolt hit him from above and entered the cloudiness of his brain. It was like a clear blue sky strolled in him now and he knew that with Casey, it was love.

  ~~~~~

  After spring semester, ended Casey and Carter went their separate ways but swore they would see each other. The boys were from Clearwater and they would travel to Sarasota to see them every so often. They would hang out in Lyla's parent's pool and when her parents went to bed Tommy would bring out the already packed bowl and they would all sit in the hot tub and pass it around. Lyla and Tommy would always wind up making out and Carter and Casey would excuse themselves and go grab ice cream out of the freezer. Not that Lyla or Tommy ever realized they were even there or gone for that matter. The girls would then make the hour long trip to Clearwater on occasion and they would go to the beach at night to swim. They would splash around and play frisbee. Sometimes the guys would bring their rods and fish off the pier. Lyla's parents would allow the boys spend the night sometimes. They were those parents who allowed her to do whatever just so they would look cool while Casey's mom was an ultra strict catholic that didn't let her date till she was a senior in high school and even then she needed to be chaperoned by her older brother. Her dad passed away when she was ten. Once Casey got to college, her down time was spent sucking face and messing around with boys. She wasn't a slut and had only slept with two guys. Her first, Scott Handy in the beginning of freshman year. They dated for a month and then they did the deed. The second was Declan Ross and they dated for 3 months before he took her. Then once she met Carter and they spent time together she hit a dry spell. Casey spent a lot of time at Lyla's that summer but by the beginninng of August, Casey's mom ( the disapproving Dara) wanted to meet Casey's friends from college so she invited Lyla, Tommy, and Carter over for dinner. Casey and Lyla waited on Casey's front porch for the boys to arrive. Dara poked her head out and asked Casey, "Why on earth are you wearing those sneakers again and what is with your hair? It looks like a rat's nest."

  Casey rolled her eyes and before she spoke Lyla said, "Dara I think she looks adorable. Converse are her thing. It's what makes Casey, Casey. She never has to impress anyone with her style. Her personality does that for her." Lyla turned and winked at Casey. Dara rolled her eyes.

  "I beg to differ on that one Lyla." She turned and walked back in the house. No matter what Casey did or said, it was never good enough for Dara and that was sad. The boys pulled up and Carter held out a bunch of Magnolia's for Casey. Her favorite flower.

  "These are for you. They smell like you." She smiled at him and kissed his cheek and then swatted his arm. "Cute Carter. Don't freak my mother out please take out your earrings guys. I asked you to do it yesterday. And don't tell her you are in a band. She thinks you guys are going to Bayshore for Education. "They both started laughing and looking at one another in disbelief. "Ha. Ha. Us educators? The only thing I could teach kids is how to roll a tight joint," Tommy said laughing." I'm serious guys. Please. If she found out you are in a band, she would forbid me to hang with you guys." They took out their earrings and they both put them into their pockets. Then they made their way into Casey's house. The introductions went ok. Casey's brother Chris was a nice guy and was always on Casey's side. During the introductions Dara looked like she just stepped in dog shit. Always with this look on her face. Nose turned up like she was better than them. It was a front because she was brought up by a strict Irish catholic family where the alcoholic dad beat on the mom. She was nothing and made her only daughter feel that way. They had a nice dinner in spite of Dara hardly speaking to them and not even making eye contact. Chris asked most of the questions and kept the conversation going.After they ate, they sat on the patio with tea.

  "So Casey tells me you are both going to Bayshore for Education. Is that correct?" Dara asked again making zero eye contact with them. Oh shit, they both needed to think and think fast. Casey felt her heart race and a bead of sweat formed on her upper lip. Carter spoke up first.

  "Yes, Mrs. Colbert. I would like to teach Middle school where Tommy would like to brighten the minds on 18 year olds. I think he would like to teach health and phys ed. Co-Ed. Isn't that right Tommy? You like uniforms right? Maybe even Catholic School." Lyla spit her water out of her nose and Casey almost vomited.

  "Yes Carter, that is correct and you like little kids right? They are so small and cuddly. Especially the boys." After that Casey stood up abruptly and Carter's face was crimson in color.

  "Well, mom thank you so much for dinner but we have tickets to see a movie." They all stood and the boys shook Mrs. Colbert's hand. Dara barely put her palms out to shake them then she told Casey to be home no later than Midnight. She was looking forward to going back to in a few weeks for some freedom.

  "But mom I was planning to stay at Ly's tonight. Her mom is sick ( a lie) and it gives me a chance to help take care of her since in a few months I'll be starting my clinicals." Her mother's face turned into a scowl.

  "Oh Casey I wish you would reconsider another profession other than nursing. It's such a dirty job and you aren't the most compassionate person either." Carter interrupted Dara.

  "I'm sorry Mrs. Colbert but did you say Casey is not compassionate? I must respectfully disagree with that observation. I think your daughter is the most compassionate person I have ever met. She is caring, loving, strong, and smart. I think she will be a wonderful nurse. I would only pray that if I were hospitalized for some ungodly reason, that Casey would be my nurse. It would be an honor if she took care of me." Well, that left Dara Colbert speechless.

  "OK. Casey. Be home early tomorrow." When they made their way to their cars Casey grabbed Carter's arm and pulled him in towards her.

  "Carter London everyd
ay you surprise me with your words. Thank you for being such a good friend to me." She kissed his cheek and Carter found that the bottom fell out of his stomach the second her lips touched his skin. They left and made their way to Lyla's. Her parents were in the Bahamas and the guys were going to spend the night. It began to rain so the hot tub was out of the question, so they decided to sit on the living room floor and listen to music. Casey had packed some stuff for Carter to hear and convinced him to keep an open mind. They drank a few beers and Tommy and Lyla had looks in their eyes like they were going to get lost or laid. Tommy stood up after they played a few games of cards.

  "Well, I'm beat. Lyla, would you like to show me where I'll be sleeping?" She smiled at him and he grabbed her hand and pulled her up from the floor.

  "Sure Tommy, then I think I'll hit the sack too." She gave a fake as balls yawn. " Goodnight, guys." And with that the fuck marathon between Tommy and Lyla was on like Donkey Kong. Carter and Casey laughed at their obvious excusal for getting ass. Casey pulled out one CD and popped it in for Carter.

  "Now Car just listen to this with an open mind and listen to the beat. This is good stuff." She put in an Al Green CD and she gave him the biggest smile. " I love Al Green! Case, you like him?"

  "Oh my God Carter I love him."

  "What else do you have in that magical bag of yours?" She pulled out an Earth, Wind, and Fire CD and played " Dancing In September" Carter shook his head and smacked his hands on his knees in a happy gesture.

  "Holy shit Casey I love them. Come on I need more!" She was thrilled he loved the kind of music she did.

  "OK this next one is a little more current but definitely R & B."

  She stuck on Keith Sweat's Twisted and danced around seductively. Carter felt his cheeks stinging and a shift in his pants. His mouth was a gape and he wished with all his being that she was his. He so badly wanted to stand up, grab her face and kiss the ever loving breath out of her lungs. He wanted to run his hands down her sun kissed skin, nibble at her neck, bite her ear lobe and tell he how much he wanted her. How his need for her went beyond all reasoning. Then he imagined gently kneading her breasts and then reaching down under her skirt and massaging her fine, young ass. Then he would make his way to the front and slide his hand inside her tiny panties. He would take two fingers and coax them inside her wetness. Stroking her from the inside. He would profess his love for her and make her come against his strong fingers. Carter imagined Casey breathlessly saying his name as he played with her clit.

  "Oh God Carter, please don't stop baby. It feels so good. Take me to bed and make me yours."

  Casey began waving her hand in front of Carter's face to get his attention.

  "Car. Earth to Car. You in there buddy? Kind of lost you for a second." Carter shook out of his daydream or nightmare if you want to call it that.

  "Oh sorry. Guess I was just getting a little tired. What else you got for me?"

  Casey put in the last of the ones she grabbed from her house. As soon as the music started playing she started moving her head back and forth and tapped her foot with her back to him. He laid on the floor and watched her dance. Marvin Gaye's "Got To Give It Up" was playing and it was one of Carter's all time favorites. How did she know that or did she? Maybe just a coincidence? Casey was such a free spirit, fun, playful, and sweet. He ran his hand through his overgrown hair and rose to begin dancing with her. He grabbed her hand and spun her around the room. He was a terrific dancer for a guy. His moves were smooth and effortless and he moved Casey in his arms like she was a rag doll. He grabbed both her arms and suddenly pulled her through his legs and she popped out the other side. She was so surprised but it made her laugh hysterically and she loved every minute of it. For the next hour they choreographed a routine to the song. A dance that was only for them so when they heard it, they would dance to it together. It was only theirs and they wouldn't share it with anyone. They were the best of friends and this was just the thing that the best of friends would do.

  Carter snapped back from his thoughts of the past.

  Carter and Casey finished their routine in Casey's kitchen as the music faded. The pancakes on the stove were now burnt to a crisp but neither one of them cared.

  "Oh Car, we haven't done that in so long. That was so much fun." They were both out of breath but Carter's breathlessness wasn't from over exertion. Casey just simply took his breath away. It made him sad that she was not his. Why didn't he tell her how he felt? There was knock at the door and Carter went to answer it. When he opened the door, Tommy and Jake stood there looking like rock stars. Tommy was tall, skinny with a blonde mohawk. He had his eyebrow pierced and he wore tight black jeans and a Foo Fighters t-shirt which was ripped in a few places. Tattoos covered both arms and his knuckles were tattooed with Roman numerals on them. He never told anyone what they meant. Carter always wondered but never asked. His nails were painted black and he wore combat boots. Jake was shorter with light brown hair that was longer on top and shaved on the sides. Both ears were aligned with earrings and at the base of his neck was a tattoo of a Dragon that cascaded down his back. He had green eyes and a tiny nose. He was tan like Carter and Tommy and some freckles spread on the bridge of his nose. Both of them were lookers and Carter completed the hot package.

  "Yo guys, what's up?" They all greeted each other with guy bump hugs. They carried in Carter's keyboard and his traveling file cabinet that housed all of Carter's music he played and wrote.

  "Guys thanks a lot for bringing this over. I know it wouldn't fit in the cab. Casey heard talking and came out of the kitchen. Carter's eyes bugged out of his head after realizing Casey was still in her underwear. " Christ Casey, put some fucking clothes on."

  "Carter London, you need to relax. These two are like brothers to me."

  "Oh yea? Do you walk around the house like this when Chris is around?"

  "Haha. Very funny." She blew him off and his overprotective attitude. She threw herself in Tommy's arms for a big hug.

  "It's so great to see you lug nut. I missed you guys." As Casey was in Tommy's arms she faced the door and Tommy faced Carter and he began making googly eyes at him and started mouthing silently " Oh yea baby, fuck me, oh yea Casey, do me." He bit his lip and shut his eyes. Carter shook his head and gave him the middle finger knowing that Tommy was trying to get a rise out of him. The hug ended and she went to hug Jake.

  "Come on in guys, I have bacon cooked but I burnt the pancakes. I can make eggs."

  "No thanks Case, we have to get going and head down to Beach Bums with the rest of the equipment for tonight."

  "Do you guys need me to come?" Carter asked

  "Not really. It's just a few things. But I wanted to ask you if we perform "Saving Grace" from the last album if that would be ok then we can do a Dirty Heads cover."

  "Sounds great man. I think two songs will be plenty. We are on vacation remember?"

  "You got that right. I want to spend as much time with Chloe as I can before we go back on tour." Jake said. Chloe was Jake's girlfriend for the past two years. Jake was a long term relationship kind of guy and wasn't into the groupie thing. Never, ever. While Carter and Tommy were getting head from some random girls, Jake was back on the bus video chatting with Chloe.

  "Alright then thanks for bringing over the keyboard and I'll see you guys at 6:30 for a sound check."

  They hugged Casey again and headed out the door. Casey turned to Carter. " So then what are you going to do the rest of the day?"

  In his mind he told her, " Well first I'd like to take you to get a white dress and wisk you off to Vegas and make you my wife. I'd have your heart and you would have mine. I'd finally be able to taste your sweet lips that I've been longing to devour for nine years now. Then I'd make the best love to you for hours and make little musical babies that would look just like your sweet face. I'd give you the world until my dying breath." Of course all that came out was, " Probably watch the Rays game, jerk off and take a shower. What about you?" She smacke
d his arm.

  "Dude, your gross. Just make sure you clean up after yourself. I'm going in town to buy something for tonight. I want to wear something new for when I see Jordan tonight." Ah shit. Carter forgot all about the douche who stole the love of his life's heart. He would have to meet him tonight and pretend he didn't want to slit the bastards throat for stealing his woman. Who was he kidding. It was his own fault.

  "I can't wait till you meet him, Car. He is so sweet and you would never even know he had money. He's just like us." All Carter could conjure up in his mind over and over again was " Douche bag, douche bag, rich douche bag, I hope your ugly douche bag, you have the girl I love douche bag. Go fuck yourself douche bag. He mustered up a fake smile and said to her, " I'm looking forward to it Case." She hugged him and made her way upstairs to the shower. Now the image of her naked and wet body in the shower was in his brain. The thoughts that he had never seen her in that capacity and that Jordan Reid had burned through his heart like fire and brimstone. He already hated him.

  After Casey left to go into town, Carter did exactly what he told her he was doing. He watched the one p.m. Rays game. He headed up stairs and into the shower. He thought about how he could change Casey's mind and make her his. He had to prove to her that he wasn't the womanizing idiot she thought he was. He had to impress her and make her notice him. She always noticed him but he needed her to notice him in a different light. Make her see that he was a desperate man in love and that she was the only one for him. That she was all that mattered and she had been for all these years. All the woman he had in between were objects not of desire but ones of convenience. When he kissed them, he saw Casey's face. When he touched them, he pretended it was her body he was pressed against. When they went down on him he imagined it was her hair he weaved his hand through as he watched them suck him. But he saw and felt nothing when he fucked them because Casey was not to be fucked. She was a woman who needed tender love. Embraces, legs and bodies intertwined, soft words of love and devotion. As he stood in the shower and took his dick in his hands he saw her face and wished he was inside her instead. He needed her. Not just for sex but to love, forever.