by Cindy Wilder
“I thought you were supposed to be at your dad's house,” he said.
“I was,” I said.
I sucked my bottom lip into my mouth and looked at him. He didn't have that boyish look anymore. I was surprised. He still had the messy look, but it was different. I could tell he had more muscles than he did before. He looked so much manlier than he did at eighteen.
“And,” he said.
“I wanted to come home. My mom makes sure I'm at my dad's house when you're here. I have no idea why. I didn't want to stay there this time. I wanted to be here.”
He sat down on the end of my bed.
“Why is that?” he asked.
“I just did,” I said. “I missed you. I know that sounds crazy, but I really missed you.”
I got up on my knees and moved down next to him.
“I've missed you too,” he said.
He looked over at me for a second and then looked back at his hands in his lap.
“How's college?” I asked.
“It's okay,” he said. “I have an apartment.”
“You live by yourself?” I asked. “That must be nice. I can't believe your dad pays for that.”
He looked over at me and his eyes narrowed.
“My dad doesn't pay for it,” he snapped. “I do.”
“You have a job,” I said shocked. “How do you have time with your classes and all that nerd stuff you do?”
“Nerd stuff?” he asked.
“I mean all that computer stuff you do,” I said with a smile.
“Did you just call me a nerd?” he asked with a laugh.
“That's not what I meant. I'm sorry. No wonder you don't come home. I wouldn't either if I had my own apartment. I can't wait to get out of here.”
“You won't have mommy giving you everything once you're gone,” he joked.
I could tell he was genuinely offended from me saying nerd stuff. That was what I had always said to him.
“I'd be just fine without her,” I said.
“Yeah right,” he said. “You wouldn't make it a week without calling mommy to send you something.”
“What?” I snapped.
“Come on, Tabby,” he said. “You know damn well your mom will be paying your entire way while you're at school.”
My heart warmed a bit when he used that nickname. Nobody else was allowed to use it. He was pissing me off though. I knew my mom didn't think I could make it at school, but it hurt when he said it too.
“You really think that of me?” I asked.
“I do,” he said.
“I'm going to show all of you,” I said. “When I leave here, I'm going to make it on my own. I knew she felt that way. I can't believe you're saying it as well. Screw all of you. I'm going to make something of myself. You'll see. I won't need any of you.”
“I didn't mean it like that, Tabs,” he said. “It's hard out there. You're going to need their help.”
“I won't need shit,” I said. “I'll live in a damn box if I have to. I'll prove you wrong.”
“What's with the attitude?” he asked.
“Nothing,” I said. “I'm tired. I need some sleep. If my mom has her way, I'll be gone tomorrow. She wants me back at my dad's house. Maybe I'll just disappear for two weeks. Neither of my parents would ever notice. Enjoy your time with them. Get out of my room.”
“Don't be like that,” he said.
“I thought things would be different,” I said.
He turned with a huff and walked out of my room. What an ass, I thought. How the hell did he have an apartment without their help? If he could do it, then I surely could.
The next day, I made sure my mom was gone before I came out of my room. She went with Bill to visit some friends. I couldn't believe she tried to be such a social butterfly. Anything for Bill.
I put on my bikini and headed for the pool. That was one good thing about my mom. She kept the pool I loved spending time in. It was in-door, so I was able to swim all year. I pulled the door open and rolled my eyes. Jay was swimming laps. He probably missed it while he was gone. I threw my towel down on a chair and jumped in, causing water to splash around him. He jumped, and I burst into laughter.
“Shit,” he snapped. “You could have at least said you were there.”
I looked over at him, pulled my arm back, and let it go. Water splashed right at his face. He stood in the water with a stern look.
“Seriously,” he said.
“What are you going to do about it?” I asked.
He used to get so pissed when I'd splash him. I knew it would get him just as bad at twenty-one as it did at sixteen. He lunged forward and came after me. I reached the side of the pool and began to lift myself over the edge. His arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me back. He was much stronger than I remembered him being. I wiggled around in his arm, but he had a tight hold on me. When he pulled me back into the water, I knew I was going under. He moved fast and took me down with him. When I came up, I brushed the hair from my face. I tried to swim away, but he wouldn't let me go. He stepped forward and pushed my body against the side of the pool.
“Be careful,” he said with warning in my ear.
The warmth of his breath sent a shiver through my entire body.
“I'm not the same guy that left three years ago,” he said.
I could feel his skin against mine. His chest was pressed up against my back. It was hard. I knew he looked more fit than when he left, but damn did it feel good. A tingling sensation spread through me. I never felt it before, even when I went out with a guy from school. It made me wonder what it would feel like to kiss him again. I turned my head to the side, so I could see his face. His hair was soaking wet and hung passed his shoulders. His eyes were dark and sexy. He was all man.
“Maybe I'm not the same girl you left three years ago,” I whispered.
His lips were right there. They were parted slightly and all wet. I didn't realize my tongue went out between my lips and moved slowly across them. There was a feeling between my legs that I couldn't ignore and my thighs clenched together. He must have noticed. His knee went between my legs and moved them apart. He leaned in a little closer.
“What does that mean?” he whispered into my ear.
“I want to kiss you,” I said.
“What?” he asked.
“I've kissed other boys since you left, but it's never felt the same as that one kiss with you. I want to kiss you again. Maybe it won't be as good as it was before. I need to get it out of my mind, Jay,” I said. “Will you please kiss me one more time?”
I could feel his erection pressing against my rear. He leaned in closer, and I looked into his eyes.
“Please,” I begged.
Without warning, his hand went to my hair and tugged my head back. His lips came down on mine hard. They were wet and warm and just as soft as I remembered. I moaned as his tongue went between my lips and entered my mouth. My eyes closed as I savored every moment. It felt like fireworks were going off in my head. Kissing him was explosive. My tongue wrapped around his. I could feel his erection hardening even more. It was turning him on just as much. I pushed back against him, and he let out a groan. His hand went to my hip to stop me. I reached up and grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him deeper into the kiss. The feelings going through my body were so overwhelming. I knew I would never be able to forget Jay. There was something about him. I grabbed his hand with my other hand and pulled it to my front.
“Touch me, Jay,” I said. “I need you to touch me.”
“I can't,” he said. “You have no idea, Tabby. I can't.”
“Please,” I begged again. “I need you.”
His grip on the back of my head tightened and his lips pressed harder against mine. I let go of his hand on my stomach. He slid it down until it was at my bikini bottom. My body shook. Both of my hands went to the back of his head and pulled him closer.
“Touch me, Jay,” I said. “I need your hands on my skin.”
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sp; “Have you been with someone before?” he asked, as he pulled back from the kiss.
“No,” I said. “I've kissed guys trying to forget what your lips felt like. It never worked. It's you I want to kiss. It's you I want to do this with. Please don't deny me, Jay. Just give me this once. I'm begging you. I want it to be you.”
His mouth came down on mine again and his hand went beneath my bottoms. I felt his fingers move down and moaned into his mouth. He pressed me against the wall with his body. His fingers moved down even more and it felt amazing.
“You're so wet,” he mumbled.
I pushed forward against his hand. His mouth moved down my neck slowly. I leaned back against him. His fingers continued touching me, and I gasped when he slipped one inside of me. He began moving it out and back in. I moaned into the air with my hands wrapped in his hair.
“Fuck,” he whispered. “You're so damn tight around my finger, Tabby.”
He entered me with another finger, and I cried out. I grabbed his hair tighter and pulled his lips back to mine. He began moving his tongue in rhythm with his fingers as he fucked me with them. I was moaning into his mouth. His erection felt so damn hard against me.
“Please, Jay,” I cried out. “I want you inside of me.”
“Shit,” he moaned. “I want you to come around my fingers. I need to feel your pussy suck them hard.”
He sped up the pace of his fingers inside of me, and I exploded around them. I could feel myself tighten and release over and over. When I had just come down, he turned me in his arms. His hard shaft was covered only by his trunks. I could feel it against me. My legs wrapped around his waist. I wasn't about to let him go.
“You look different,” I said.
“So do you,” he said.
I grabbed the back of his head and claimed his mouth with mine. My feet worked his trunks to push them down. He didn't fight me. The only thing between his hard shaft and me were my thin bottoms. I wanted to see him, but I didn't want to give him the chance to change his mind. He pushed my back against the edge of the pool. My legs held tight around him.
“You're so beautiful,” he said, as he pulled back from our kiss.
I ran my hand across his jaw and looked into his eyes.
“We shouldn't,” he said.
“I need to feel you inside of me, Jay,” I said. “I want it to be you. Please do this for me.”
He reached down and moved my bikini bottom to the side and lined his cock up at my entrance. I felt a slight pressure against me.
“I'm on the pill,” I said. “That was the first thing that happened when I turned eighteen.”
He looked into my eyes and slowly entered me. I nodded for him to continue. It was like he was stretching me beyond my limit. I winced when he broke through that barrier. He stopped for a moment before continuing.
“You're so damn tight, tabby,” he said. “It feels so good being inside of you.”
I buried my hands in his hair and pulled his mouth to mine. He moved until he was so deep inside me. Then he began to move slowly out and back in. My back moved against the inside of the pool. His hands were over my shoulders holding the side of the pool tight. My arms were around his neck and my legs around his back. When he picked up his pace, my head fell back against the edge of the pool and my eyes closed. I moaned out into the air. He placed tiny kisses down my neck. My back arched as he grabbed my nipple between his teeth through my bikini.
“You feel so fucking good, baby,” he said. “I've thought about this moment, and it has never felt as good in my thoughts as it does right now. I want more of you. I want all of you before I leave. Do you hear me?”
I picked my head up and looked into his eyes.
“I want to lick and suck these perfect nipples. I want to taste your sweet pussy. I want to pleasure every inch of your body, Tabby. I want to fuck you soft and slow. Then I want to fuck you hard and deep. I'm going to ruin you for anyone else. Every time your pussy's wet, I want it to be because you're thinking about me. I know we can't be together, but I don't want anyone else to have you.”
I moaned at his words. Had he really thought of me in the three years he had been gone, I wondered? It sure didn't seem like it. He stayed as far away as possible.
My grip tightened around his waist and my feet pulled him in. His body leaned against mine, and he began to pick up the pace of his thrusts. I pulled his bottom lip into my mouth and let my teeth slide across it. He began to fuck me harder and deeper. I kept my arms around his neck and felt my fingers dig into his back.
“It feels so good, Jay,” I whimpered. “I love the way you feel inside of me.”
He plunged into me so hard I cried out his name.
“Two weeks,” I said. “I want these two weeks with you.”
“Fuck,” he cried out, as he hit deep inside of me. “Yes.”
His tongue began to move faster inside my mouth. He held me tight and fucked me hard.
“Yes,” I cried out. “It feels so good, babe. Fuck, harder, please.”
The water was moving around us. I was clawing at him trying to get him closer. One of his hands went to my hip and he held me still as he plunged into me deeper than I could take. I cried out his name and came around his cock. He continued moving into me. His breathing was ragged.
“Shit,” he moaned, as I felt my pussy tighten and release around him.
He pumped into me a few more times before finding his own release. It felt so damn good feeling his skin against mine. His head went down on my shoulder. My fingers moved through his hair. Neither of us said a word.
I opened my eyes and realized I had slipped my hand under my covers. My finger worked my clit, as I thought about Jay fucking me against the side of the pool. I moaned into the empty air of my room as I came. That seemed to be the only way I was able to come. It didn't matter who I picked up for a night. None of them did it for me half as much as just thinking about my time with Jay. Who knew that nerd could make such and impact on my life.
I made sure not to go back to that club. I didn't like the feeling that came over me while I was there, and I didn't want my boss to see me there. There was no way I was risking that. I was on a mission to prove my mom, Bill, and even Jay wrong. They would all see one day that I had done it on my own. I would show them all.
My weeks and months seemed to pass fast. I worked my ass off during the day to prove my worth at the company. My weekends were spent in my apartment, usually in my pajamas, studying and working. I laughed when I thought about it one day. My second bedroom was an office. I had gotten it all set up. There was a huge desk with several monitors and multiple laptops on it. It was nothing different than what Jay's room looked like at my mom's house. I was a nerd. My bookcase was filled with more development books than anything. I still had my e-reader for the books I read for pleasure. When it came to books for work, I always had physical books. If Jay saw the way I highlighted, underlined, and bent the pages, he'd probably lose his mind. I remembered all of his books being kept in very good condition. Not me. I didn't do that. When I read them, you could tell.
It had been six awesome months at the company before my worlds came crashing together. I remember it like it was yesterday. Mr. Daniels called five of us into a meeting. When I saw the look on his face, I was nervous. There was no way he was letting me go. I had worked my ass off to prove myself to him and everyone else. I swear I saw code in my sleep. I had made some friends over the course of my time there and was happy but worried to see Tom in the room with us. He was the one I was closest to in the company. He had helped me from the beginning. I wasn't interested in him romantically, but we had become friends outside of work as well. We all sat patiently waiting for our boss to begin. He was normally very casual about things, but that meeting was different. He seemed unsure of himself. That was very unusual. He was always a confident man.
“You're wondering why I've called you in here,” he began, and we all nodded. “We have been given a great opportunity
. There is a huge project I need the five of you to work on morning, noon, and night. It's going to take up your weekends and every moment of your day. Why did I pick each of you? I know you all have to ability to work together. I believe the five of you can get it done. If we pull this off, it will boost us into the number one spot. It is that big. I am counting on the five of you not to let me down. I expect each and every one of you to do whatever it takes to make this happen. If you do, you will get promotions, raises, and be sought after. It will make a difference in your careers. If any of you are not up for the job, tell me now. I will find someone else. Everyone else in the office would jump at the opportunity. Can I count on you?”
He looked each of us in the eyes as we nodded. Did he really think that highly of me, I wondered? There was no way I was going to let him down. I knew the project would make a huge difference in my life and my goals. I just didn't realize how much.
“We have a lunch scheduled at noon,” he said.
We were all surprised it was something that was starting that moment, but it did seem very important.
“I don't have time to discuss any of it right now. I have to get back to my office. There are a few things I have to do before that lunch happens. I just found out about it fifteen minutes ago. We are going to a very nice restaurant. I need you all to get back here, dressed for the occasion, in two hours. We will all be driving to lunch together. I'll meet you in this room at eleven,” he said, as he turned and walked back out of the room.
Tom looked over at me. He was just as shocked as I was. I grabbed my purse and he walked out with me.
“What do you think this is about?” he asked.
“I have no idea,” I said. “I can't believe I am one of the people he picked.”
“I tell you all the time you're good,” he said. “He feels the same way.”
“I'll see you in a bit,” I said, as I turned and started toward my apartment. “I have to find something to wear. Nothing like short notice.”
We both laughed and went our separate ways. I hurried home and threw clothes all over my room as I searched my closet for what to wear. There was a very nice black dress in the back that I had forgotten about. It had been a long time since I'd had any reason to dress that nice. I got dressed and slipped my feet into my heels before doing my hair and putting on makeup. What was the big project? Who were we working with? We hadn't even gotten that far. All I knew was that Mr. Daniels was freaking out over it, so it must have been huge.
