Just The Sex: Vol. 2

by LK Collins

  _____

  I swear if I have to say “Welcome to Starbucks” one more time, I’m going to pull my hair out. Glancing at the clock, I’ve been here for almost six hours with no break, no food, and not one goddamn cigarette.

  I don’t know why, but for some God unknown reason it’s been crazy busy. I keep glancing at the front door because I know Jason will be here any minute. It feels like forever and customer after customer after customer ‘til he finally arrives. Thank God.

  “Hey, how are—”

  I cut him off before he can finish his sentence. “I gotta take a break before I can answer that question.”

  He smirks at me. I walk away and hear both him and Sasha laughing at me. I want to tell them to get to work, because my nerves are shot and I’m fucking starving, but once I emerge outside, it’s bright and surprisingly warm, and the sun on my skin calms me. I take a seat on the curb next to the building and light a cigarette, inhaling the first drag as deep as I can, holding it before I exhale. Leaning back, I close my eyes. My thoughts are blank – dark. There’s nothing to them and that’s the way I like it.

  That is ‘til I sense someone staring at me. Opening my eyes, the sun shines in my face, blocking the person looking down on me. All I can see is an outline.

  “You should stop smoking,” he says.

  The voice sounds familiar and as he moves, I recognize him right away. It’s Bain. He sits next to me, touching my side. My heart begins to race at the closeness and I feel clammy. Suddenly I become a little mortified for what I did last night and just stare at him goggle-eyed. Jesus, he’s fucking gorgeous. Like, drop-dead, make-a-girl-lose-her-words gorgeous.

  “How are you?” he asks.

  I shrug my shoulders, resting my head in my hand and lean forward.

  “Really? That good?” he asks.

  Nodding my head I glance at him, he narrows his eyes at me. “So now you’re the one that’s at a loss for words. How’s it feel?”

  “I’m…I’m not…I just didn’t expect to see you here, that’s all.” Finally I settle on that statement wondering what the hell is wrong with me.

  “Well, you just stole my words. I was shocked when I pulled up and saw you sitting here,” he says rubbing the back of his neck leaning down. “So this is where you work?”

  Again, I nod my head. Not really understanding why he has this effect on me. His presence shuts me down, which is not like me. I mean, last night I was the one in control.

  “Seriously, Arion? Where’s that mouth of yours?”

  “It’s here,” I whisper.

  “Talk to me.”

  I contemplate how to handle this. I should push him away and tell him to fuck off. He’s stirring something inside of me that I’ve kept hidden for a long time. Looking at him, my stomach flutters like it did with Nate. It makes me feel disloyal, because my heart beats like it used to when he was around. Last night when I was drunk, I felt none of this, then today it hits me like a ton of bricks. Out of nowhere, the words expel themselves from my mouth of their own accord, “I’m not looking for a relationship.”

  “Whoa, don’t get ahead of yourself, girl. Who said anything about a relationship? You act like that’s what I want.”

  His words cut through me, but we are ultimately on the same page, which is what I want. The door behind us opens and Sasha pokes her head out. “Oh, sorry to bug you, Arion, but the stupid espresso machine is broken again. Could you fix it?”

  I stand to head in and look down at Bain, sitting on the sidewalk looking up at me. I know I should just walk away, or say good-bye…but I can’t. “You coming in?” I ask him.

  Giving me a sly smile, he stands up now looking down at me and says, “You were taller last night.”

  “How would you know? I was on my knees,” I tease him and walk to the struggling espresso machine.

  -Bain-

  What is it with this chick? Within five minutes of being around her, my dick is at half-mast and I have to think about basketball to keep it under control. This is something I’ve never had to deal with.

  Standing inside of the Starbucks, I watch her interact with the employees and I can tell she’s the manager. I have to give her props for being able to work hard and move her way up at such a mundane job. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I don’t find anything wrong with her working here. In fact, it intrigues me. Well, everything about her intrigues me.

  Watching her, I sit in an open chair trying not to let my mind drift. That’s ‘til she bends over, and fuck – I lose it. There goes all my control, everything I’ve been working at. My cock grows as my thoughts turn to more. Staring right at her sexy body, I can almost envision what she looks like: nude, apple ass, and great legs. I can’t help, but automatically imagine myself deep inside of her. God, what I’d give to bend her over and bury my cock, fucking her with deep, long, slow thrusts, giving her all of me.

  She looks at me, interrupting my daydream and I turn my back, embarrassed. I should fucking leave, but I can’t. What my mind and body are saying are two totally different things. To hide my humiliation, I head for the restroom with as much speed as I can, trying not to look awkward. Fuck, it’s locked. I wait patiently, although it’s not an easy task. My fucking cock is hard. Taking my hands, I stick them in my pockets and readjust myself. Finally, the douchebag comes out and I sneak in, exhaling deeply and splashing my face with water.

  _____

  Lying on my bed, my gaze is drawn to the side of the Starbucks cup where Arion wrote her phone number, followed by a tiny heart. It took me a few minutes to pull my shit together at her work today before I could face her and I’m glad I did. Man, is that girl something else. Here I was, wondering if I should ask her for her number or not, and she just gives it to me. As I concentrate on her handwriting, I can’t help but think about how nice it feels to think of something other than Kinsey for a few minutes. Recently, Kinsey’s death is all that has consumed me. I let my dreams of the NBA fucking wither away. I’ve basically pushed away all of my friends and the life I once lived.

  My eyes feel heavy as I take long blinks, enjoying the cool air from the ceiling fan that is beating on my back. I feel at peace within myself. Thinking about Arion, I remember her lips, so soft and warm. I loved how she took full control and knew exactly what she wanted. Mmm, her mouth was so tight around my cock. I exhale, enjoying this moment.

  My cell phone rings and catches me off guard. Rolling over, I glance at the screen but it’s blank. Fuck, that’s not my phone – it’s Kinsey’s. Shooting off of my bed, I grab it off of my dresser where it sits on the charger all the time now. The name on the screen reads “Chase.” Who’s Chase? I think to myself, but I don’t falter too long and risk missing out on an opportunity like this. “Hello,” I answer in a sharp tone. My blood is surging; who in the world would be calling her?

  “Uhhh, is Kinsey there?”

  “Who the fuck is this?” I bark back.

  “Chase.”

  “Why the fuck are you calling this number, Chase?”

  “Kins gave it to—”

  I cut him off. “Don’t fucking call her that,” I snarl. “Now answer my goddamn question, why are you calling this number?”

  “I just wanted to talk to her. It’s like she fell off the face of the—”

  “Dude, do you live under a motherfucking rock?”

  “No, bro!”

  “Well, you’re sure acting like it. How do you even fucking know her?”

  “I don’t need to tell you shit, especially with how you’re acting. If you could tell her I called I would appreciate it.”

  “I can’t do that – she’s fucking dead.”

  “What?” he asks, shocked. “No. No. No.”

  “I know. I don’t want to believe it either.” It pains me to have to say the next sentence, but he needs to know. He obviously hasn’t got a clue what’s going on. “She killed herself.”

  He is silent. I feel bad, but Christ, someone needed to tell him. How
in the world could he not know? It’s been all over the news and everything. It truthfully is mind boggling to me.

  “Oh, God, are you serious?” he finally whispers.

  “Yeah, man.”

  “I…I had no idea. I’ve been doing missionary work with my church. And…”

  “I’m sorry, dude.”

  The line goes dead. He fucking hung up. Chase. Chase. I rack my brain trying to think of someone with that name that Kinsey talked about. I wonder who he was to her. I don’t buy it that he’s been traveling. He had to have known. Dammit, I should’ve asked more questions and not been such an asshole.

  Hopping off my bed, I head into my dad’s office. “You got a second?” I ask him.

  He’s seated behind his huge, glass, L-shaped desk. “Of course, what’s going on, son?”

  “Did Kinsey ever talk about anyone named Chase?”

  He twirls his pen around and around his finger, searching his brain for the name to click. “No, not that I can recall, why do you ask?”

  “He just called her phone and had no clue that she was…well, that she’d passed. I find that strange, don’t you?”

  “Absolutely. What else did he say?”

  “He said he wanted to talk to her. I tried to ask how he knew her, but he wouldn’t tell me.”

  “You should give his name and number to Detective Eldridge.”

  “Fuck that. That asshole won’t do shit.”

  “Come on, Bain, let’s trust the man to do his job.”

  “If he was any good at it, then yes, yes, I would.”

  “Just give it to him. It’s not going to hurt anything, am I right?”

  I nod my head, not wanting to listen to my dad, but deep down I know he’s right. All we have is Detective Eldridge, so I have to tell him.

  “Hey, while I have you here, I wanted to talk to you about your mom.”

  “What now?” I grumble.

  “I think we should try and do some sort of an intervention.”

  “Dad, she’s not going to go for that. You should just forget about rehab and accept this is how she is.”

  “Bain, listen to yourself. This is your mom we are talking about. I can’t sit back and watch her do this anymore. She’s slowly killing herself. Don’t you remember how she was before all of this? I know that woman is still inside of her, we just need to help her find her way out.”

  “Dad, I love you both and I’m sorry to say this, but I think she might be a lost cause right now.”

  “Fine, I’ll do it without you, Bain,” he says firmly. I can tell by the look in his eyes he’s mad at me.

  “Okay, I’m sorry. Just look into Betty Ford or a place like that and let me know what you find out. I won’t let you do it alone.” A small smile comes across his face; my answer has satisfied him. Walking away, I head back to my room to call that asshole detective.

  -Kinsey-

  Walking into school, I’m nervous as can be and questioning my clothing already. Glancing down at my black skinny jeans and leather boots, I feel like a biker chick. What in God’s name was I thinking? I mean, for real!

  Before entering Photography, I stop in the restroom to calm my nerves before I face him. But truly, I don’t know why I even care what Anthony thinks of me; he’s my teacher and that’s always a number one rule to them – never get involved with students.

  Whatever, I can still look good, so I put on some powder and wash my hands. That’ll do. I leave the restroom and just as I exit, fate hits me smack in the face. Staring down at me, causing me to get instantly lost in his eyes, is Anthony. I don’t move or say a word. Christ, he’s gorgeous.

  “Hey, I was hoping I would get to see you today.” I look up at him and blink a few times trying to process his words. That’s all I can muster. Then the bell rings and he says, “Stay after class,” before turning and walking off, not waiting for my response.

  After standing there stunned, and realizing how dumb I must look, I somehow manage to walk in behind him and take my seat, getting lost in his voice. It’s like silk, absolutely beautiful like he is. Watching the way he presents himself to the class is nothing I’ve ever seen a teacher do.

  “Kinsey, would you mind coming up here?” he asks, pulling me off of the cloud I’m lounging on. I’m shocked that he knows my name, and once I yank myself out my daze, I make it to the front of the classroom.

  “So, let’s take Kinsey for example. When you look at her, what do you all see that you could photograph to make a unique picture?”

  “Her eyes,” someone from the back shouts.

  Being this close to Anthony makes me nervous. He smells delicious; his voice is so strong and echoing as he commands attention from the class.

  “Lips.”

  “Skin.”

  “Those are all great examples, but I want you to dig deeper. What about her hair?” He runs his fingers down the ends of it and I try to contain a shiver. “Could you zoom in as far as possible and capture what her strands really look like?”

  The students nod their heads in agreement. “Will someone flip the lights off? How about now? What do you see?” The class stares at me, and the whole time I have my eyes locked on Anthony. “Or now,” he says, taking a high-powered flashlight, holding my hand up and shining the light through it.

  “You can photograph any human, besides yourselves. The picture needs to be no larger than a 5x7, so that’s not a lot to work with, and remember, with photography, there are absolutely NO limits. Try anything that you think will give you the perfect picture. I want something with as much detail as possible.”

  “Does the picture have to be recognizable as to what it is?” Sean, one of the guys in class, asks.

  “I don’t know, Sean, does it?”

  The two men smile at each other and then Anthony directs me to take my seat. “Any other questions?” Everyone is silent. “Then class is dismissed. Go get started on your projects.”

  The students all look around at each other, like this guy is crazy or something. Snell would never let us out of class early. As the class filters out, I just try to keep my eyes off of him.

  -Arion-

  “Well, you shouldn’t have given him your number if it’s gonna make you act like such a cunt,” Aubrey teases me.

  “I’m not being a cunt. I just thought he would have called by now.”

  “You could always call Brady,” she offers.

  “Fuck no. I’ll wait for Bain.”

  “Excuse me,” she exclaims, flinging around and staring at me with her flat iron clamped tightly on a strand of her long, brown hair. “What’s wrong with you, A? Do I need to call a doctor?”

  “No,” I retort.

  “Well, you’ve been all down in the dumps about this guy. Plus it’s not like you to wait around.”

  “I’m not down – don’t say shit like that – and I’m definitely not waiting around for him.”

  “Sure, whatever you say, girl.”

  “Stop it, snatch.”

  “Make yourself useful and pick me out something hot to wear.”

  Aubrey changes the subject and I’m happy that she does. Getting off of her bed, I walk into her rainbow-colored closet that looks like the Jersey Shore threw up in it. Skimming through the items, I decide on an electric blue, skintight dress. “How’s this?” I ask, walking out.

  “You know me far too well, that’s exactly what I was thinking.”

  Lying back down, I’m tired and know I won’t be up long after she leaves. It makes me really thankful she’s going out tonight.

  “What do you think?” she asks, walking out of her closet with her hands on her hips.

  “I love it. Are you going out with Rodney again?”

  “Yeah, I’ll probably stay at his place, too. Will you be okay here all alone?”

  “I’ll be fine. Text me if you need anything.”

  “Will do, girl,” she says, as she packs her purse full of everything she’ll need for the night.

  After
Aubrey is gone, the house is very quiet. I wonder if I should eat something or just head to bed. Staring in the empty fridge, I decide fuck it. My bed is the better option. Climbing underneath my warm covers, I’m instantly relaxed.

  As soon as I close my eyes, my thoughts are filled with Bain. I’m caught off guard, as normally all I see is Nate. I can see the look in his eyes as he stood there looking down at me while I had his hard cock in my mouth. It’s something I don’t think I’ll ever erase from my memory.

  I exhale with a smirk on my face and slowly drift off. But my phone vibrates next to me, waking me before I can get into a deep sleep. I ignore it, sure it’s Aubrey. Then it vibrates again. Fuck, she must be drunk already. Reaching next to me on my bed, I blink a few times and check the time. I’ve only been laying here for about seven minutes, when it felt like hours. I don’t recognize the number, and the words are definitely not Aubrey’s.

  You have plans tonight?

  I’d love to take you to dinner. Sorry this text has taken me a bit to get to. I’ve had some family shit to deal with.

  I know it’s Bain, but I feel like fucking with him. He did make me wait almost a week before he texted me.

  Who is this?

  Oh shit, sorry. It’s Bain. If you’re busy, I understand

  Bain, why don’t you cut to the chase? You wanna fuck, so there’s really no need for dinner.

  Maybe I wanna fuck. But I also want to take you out.

  I contemplate his words. I’m not sure what to say to him, I don’t like to do dinners. However, he makes my decision very easy with his next text.

  Send me your address. I’ll come over, maybe we’ll eat or maybe we’ll fuck.

  I know what I should do, but for some reason, I can’t say no to him. I’ve been waiting to see him again; he’s all I’ve really thought about for the entire week. I text him back with my address and nothing else, then do my best to pull myself together.