by N Kuhn
“Evening officer, can I help you?” The guy’s young, most likely my age. I pray he’s a football fan.
“Holy shit, you’re Brent Coleson,” he exclaims. Grinning to myself, I nod and thank the big man upstairs.
“Yes sir, sorry, was there something you needed?”
“An autograph maybe? And an explanation on what you’re doing out here. We had a complaint from someone that there was a strange man standing on the sidewalk just staring off into space. They didn’t know if you were a stalker or burglar or what.”
“Yeah, sorry man. I had a fight with my girl and was trying to calm down. Here, let me give you an autograph. My way of apologizing for bringing you out here tonight.”
“Oh man, my kid’s going to love it. He keeps telling me he’s going to be you when he grows up.” Handing me a pad of paper, I quickly scribble out a message to his kid and hand it back.
“Well, sorry to bother you officer. I’m heading home now. Please, give my apologies to the person who called. I didn’t mean to scare anyone.” He nods and returns to his patrol car, smiling like he just met Elvis. It’s still strange knowing that I’m famous and people want my autograph. Hopefully he keeps it quiet though, the last thing I need is coach on my ass about being in the paper about doing something creepy. I’m supposed to be the Good Boy on the team. The one who doesn’t bed hop and get drunk or arrested.
Driving home, I feel numb. I want to figure out how to get her back, but my thoughts are all over the place. Re-running through that day at the zoo. Going over dinner. Did I do something wrong? Something to make her feel like she’s a joke? She smiled at me over dinner, and it was the biggest smile I’ve ever seen on her face. Not until we started talking about school and how we knew each other, did she look like she wasn’t having fun. She and Elena got along well. Damn it. This has to have something to do with Jamie. She was trying to rush away from her earlier at the stadium, then things went sour, seeing her at the Rey house as well. I’ll just have to make Bree understand that there’s nothing going on between Jamie and myself. I never wanted anything to do with Jamie. That day at the zoo, she had kissed me, and I saw Marnie and Bree talking, then Bree ran. I was trying to fight Jamie off of me. She had the nerve to say that we belonged together. I never could stand girls like her. They thought they were entitled to everything and anything they wanted. Bree is so down to earth, real, and she has no fucking clue how beautiful she is. Inside and out. My dick twitches at the thought of how beautiful she is inside, how hot and wet she would feel. Not that I’ll ever get a chance, if she doesn’t stop running away.
Making up my mind, I decide not to go home. I drive to the Hilton. Stopping at the local community garden, I sneak in, picking some of the roses I know are there. My hands get pricked by some thorns, but I don’t care. What’s a little blood on my hands compared to the bleeding of my torn heart? Pulling up to the Hilton, I hope that someone will recognize me. It will make things easier. Sometimes being famous goes a long way. Stalking my way to the front desk, roses in hand, I put on my most charming smile. The girl behind the desk doesn’t look like she knows who I am, but I can tell she’s interested. That may sound cocky, but who cares. If it gets me the info I need.
“Can I help you sir?” she asks me, her voice sounding husky and full of lust.
“Yes, actually. I’m trying to surprise my girlfriend. I wasn’t supposed to be in town until tomorrow, and I got in early. I’ve been flying all day. So I don’t even know what room number she’s in, until I can charge my phone. Can you help me out with that?” Looking from the roses, to my face, her smile brightens.
“That’s so romantic. Sure, what’s her name.”
“Brianna Woods.”
“Oh, yes, Ms. Woods just returned. She’s in room 231. You can take that elevator to the second floor, it will be to the left of the elevator when you get there.”
“Thank you, Joan,” I whisper, leaning in to read her name tag. “Shhh, it’s our secret, okay? I want to surprise her.”
“No problem sir. I won’t say a word.” She winks at me, and I turn, unable to stop smiling. This time, Bree will have no choice but to hear me out. Once and for all, no more running. Even if I have to camp out in front of her door all night.
Stepping into the hallway of the second floor, I look up and down the identical halls. Following the signs for her room number, I step up, sucking in some courage and knock. I know she’s in there. I can hear her shuffle towards the door. Holding the flowers up to the peep hole, hoping she’ll open the door, I take a step back in anticipation.
“Go away Brent.” She moves away from the door.
“I’m not going anywhere, so I guess I’ll just make myself comfortable out here.” She doesn’t respond, so I shrug out of my light fleece jacket, lay it on the floor, then slide down, my back to the wall. Sitting on the floor is uncomfortable. The worn carpet doesn’t hold much cushion to it. Leaning against the wall, I close my eyes, imagining what it will be like to finally kiss those plush pink lips of hers, that milky white skin from her neck, to her shoulder, and down until I reach her hard bud nipples. My dick gets hard and presses against the zipper of my jeans. As I move to adjust myself for the tenth time tonight, I hear the door creak open. Bree’s head pokes out. Her long red hair falling in waves down her side. Her bright brown eyes look me up and down. Opening the door wider, she steps out. Reaching down, she grabs the roses from my hand. Staying silent, I just watch her.
“Your hands are bleeding,” she says, looking a little concerned. Concerned is good. It’s better than hateful. I check my hands, she’s right. I never even noticed.
“I picked those roses myself. Guess I caught some thorns.”
“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up. I don’t need Dan pissed off at me when you can’t hold the ball tomorrow.” Rushing to get up, I must look like a clumsy fool. She steps aside, still holding the door open, allowing me to pass. The room spells like jasmine. I love that scent. When I can’t sleep on the road, I carry a scent sachet with me. A little trick my mom taught me. None of the guys know or they’d rag on me so bad. To me, it smells like home. Moving into the room, I can see how neat she is. When I’m in a hotel, my things are thrown everywhere. Not her, everything is nicely put away.
“So, want to tell me why you ran from me again? Bree, look at me, please.” I step closer to her. She looks at the floor. Placing a finger under her chin, I pull her gaze to me. Her eyes water, like she’s going to cry and I feel like the biggest asshole there is, even though I have no clue what I’ve done wrong.
“Let’s clean your hand. I have a first aid kit in the bathroom.” She moves away from me quickly, as if afraid to even be in my presence. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I watch as she moves around, gathering items. Laying the flowers on the sink, she comes out, bottle of antiseptic and some cotton balls.
“This might hurt,” she whispers. Kneeling in front of me, she takes my hand in hers. Nothing short of an electrical shock could have gotten my attention the way her touch did. I know she felt it too, because she almost pulled away. Holding my palm up, she dabs at the cuts with the cotton ball. I barely notice the burning as the liquid cleans the cuts.
“This is pretty stupid of you to do, when you know you have practice tomorrow.”
“Yeah, I do stupid things when I’m in love.”
“You don’t love me Brent. You can drop the act now. Jamie isn’t here for you to play it up to. I’m cleaning your hand and you’re going to go. Please, just leave me alone. Why can’t you both just let me be?”
“Bree,” I whisper. Pulling my hand away from her, I tuck it into her soft silky hair. It’s just how I imagined it would feel. I pull her towards me, and she looks scared, but doesn’t stop me. I lay my lips of hers, tracing her mouth with my tongue. She sighs, and I take the opportunity to get a real taste of her. Moving my tongue between her lips, I pull her head closer to me, leaving her no escape. I wrap my other arm around her back, holding her hostage b
etween my legs. As I taste her sweet mouth with my tongue, she finally let’s go and kisses me back.
Slight moans escape her mouth, making very little noise, but enough to be heard. I am a ruined man. I will never be able to kiss any other woman and not think of Bree. I’ll never enjoy anyone else. Pulling away, I stare into her eyes. Does she want me as much as I want her? Lust glazes her eyes over, and I see my answer. As if in a trance, she snaps out of it. Pushing my arms off of her, she stands, closing the bottle of cleanser and stepping back from me.
“Please, you have to go. Haven’t you hurt me enough?”
“Bree, I have no clue why you think I hurt you, but that’s the last thing on my mind. Are you blind? I want you. Always have. If anyone is getting hurt here, it’s me. You keep running from me, with no explanation. Please, just come here, let me hold you, kiss you, be with you.”
“You’re a great actor Brent Coleson. But I’m not into games. You and Jamie have toyed with me more than once now. I’m an adult. I can’t believe I even played into it.”
“Bree, you’re not making sense. What the hell does Jamie have to do with any of this? I didn’t know she was going to show up to brown nose Elena.”
She stomps to the bathroom, slamming the first aid supplies on the counter. Her anger is so apparent, the whole room feels ten degrees colder. Spinning to face me, she stomps and gives me a death glare.
“Bree, since you tutored me, I’ve wanted you. I don’t even date anymore, because I kept comparing all the girls to you. Well, okay, that sounds bad, there weren’t a lot of girls, but you know what I mean. They weren’t you. I was devastated when you left me there and then wouldn’t speak to me. Your mom told me to stay away from you.”
“You were devastated? How about me? Being the butt of your joke with Jamie? I can’t date, because I’m always afraid it’s another practical joke. I was a loser in high school, and I still am, because you ruined me. I can’t trust anyone.”
“I’ve never made you a joke and you weren’t a loser to me. You were amazing. Down to earth, beautiful, I could talk to you about anything and you didn’t judge me. You didn’t want to use me to get more popular. You liked me for me and I fell in love with you. Why would you think I was playing a joke on you?”
“Don’t lie to me! It’s no coincidence that they called me Bree the Tree and we just happen to run into Marnie and Jamie at the giraffes. The way she threw herself on you? Hello! It was obvious. Marnie even spelled it out for me, just in case I was too stupid to see with my own eyes. You two were an item and got off on making me more miserable than I already was. It took a long time for me to feel beautiful. You know what? I am fucking beautiful. I can say it now. I’m not the timid loser you used to know. I’m a woman, a model. People pay me to be seen. So whatever agenda you guys had, more tricks, whatever, just drop it. I’m leaving. You don’t have to worry about it. I won’t be around. Find someone else to amuse yourselves with.”
My jaw drops and I feel like my heart has been ripped from my chest. She thinks I set her up to be humiliated. I remember how for days after our date, everyone in school was joking about it. I thought they were laughing at me, not her. Jamie. That conniving back stabbing bitch. She never could grasp the idea that I didn’t want her. I was the only guy in school who didn’t. She did this to us. She pulled us apart, created this rift. Without thinking, I take the two steps between Bree and me. Before she can even react, I pull her body flush with mine, pressing her into the wall. She struggles to tilt her head and look up at me, pushing on my chest to release her. I grip her to me tighter.
“Bree, I had nothing to do with that. After you ran away, I pushed her off of me and told her to stay away from me. She hated that I had eyes for only you. I never dated in school, I wanted to be with you. She thought we were together for a while, but I did everything I could to make her understand we weren’t together. Didn’t you see? You’re what I wanted. I tried chasing after you, calling you, came to your house. I wanted you. Does this feel like something that’s only about a joke to you?” I grind my hips against her body knowing full well she can feel the throbbing hard on in my pants. A sigh escapes her mouth, and stops struggling. Crushing my mouth to hers, I don’t wait for permission this time. I take what’s mine and claim her. Mine.
Chapter 5 – Bree
The sound of my shirt ripping off my body was the most erotic thing I’ve ever experienced. I mean, I read dirty books, and I can take care of myself, but I’ve never really, you know, done it. I haven’t been able to date anyone long enough to get there. Part of me is scared, but Brent’s words turned me on so much, I can’t stop it. Better late than never I guess. My body hums a song of its own at the touch of his lips on my body. His head dips, making their velvety way down my throat. His rough hands pull my white lacy bra off my breasts and his mouth stakes claim to my nipples. Though already hard from the excitement coursing through my body, I feel them tighten and harden more under the expertise of his tongue. He takes one in his mouth, lavishing it with kisses. My body has never felt so alive. Every part of me is begging for attention, but mostly the moist wetness between my legs. Still kissing his way down my body, Brent’s hand undo my jeans and remove them in one full motion. His fingers slide up my legs, making their way to my sex. As they nimbly reach under the lace, I’m grateful for having worn a thong. My hot core aches to feel him inside. Arching my back as he rolls his thumb over my clit, I buck my hips, begging silently for more. In the same manner of my shirt, my panties are quite quickly ripped open, falling from one leg while still intact on the other. His lips quickly replace his thumb as he laps at my center.
“You’re so wet for me Bree. I’ve dreamed of this.” My mind isn’t working, I can’t speak. The only sounds from my mouth are moans. I feel my skin tingle and limbs vibrate.
My fingers find their way to his hair and I hold on for dear life. My body has never felt like this, even when pleasuring myself. I thought I knew what I like, but am finding out that it was never what I needed. Brent shoves a finger inside of me, caressing the insides of my pussy, matching the rhythm with his mouth. Slowly at first, then faster and faster. The pit of my stomach feels like hot lead, and the feeling bubbles more and more until I can’t stand it anymore. As I scream out my release, his deft fingers still move inside me, but his tongue stops. Lazily, I try to push off of the wall, looking down my body at him. Those green eyes shining brighter than I’ve ever seen them. As he removes his finger, I feel his tongue slide in-between my legs, lapping up every drop I’ve just creamed.
“God Bree, you taste like Heaven.” Slowly, like a predator, he stands, his gaze never leaving me. As he pulls his jeans down, I look on, anxious to see what’s in store for me. The erection that springs up from his pants is enormous. I don’t even remember them being that big on the porn I’ve seen. I made have looked scared, he leans over me. Whispers in my ear.
“Don’t worry babe, I’ll take it slow with you.” Wrapping those massive arms around me, he lifts me from the ground. Instinctively, I wrap my legs around his hips. He begins kissing my neck again, cupping my ass with his hands, pulling me close, so that his glistening head sits at the entrance to my soaking pussy. He moves towards the bed.
“I-I’ve nev-never done this.” I feel like an idiot stammering like that. My face flames with heat and must be the same color as my hair. He stops, a foot from the bed.
His mouth stops moving. Looking me in the eyes, I can see the question lingering there, as if he doesn’t know how to ask it.
“Yes, Brent, I’m still a virgin. I told you, I’ve been scared that someone would hurt me again.”
“I love you Bree. I’m so glad to have this second chance with you. I promise, I’ll go slowly, I’m going to show you how much I love you.” Nodding, I can’t find my voice. He lays me on the bed, climbing on top of me, covering my body with kisses.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs. Gently, he pushes himself inside of me slightly, then pulls out. Little b
y little, making his way all the way inside until I feel as if I’m breaking apart. With a little buck of his hips, I feel something snap inside and pain shoot throughout my stomach. As he calmly grinds inside of me, the pain is quickly replaced with a burning sensation building again. I’m teetering on the precipice of another monumental orgasm.
“That’s it baby, let yourself go for me. Let me watch you come.” His hand cups my head, pulling me in for a kiss, the other holding my hips to him. As our mouths connect, something inside of me goes over the edge and I’m thrown into an oblivion of pleasure.
“Oh God Brent,” I pant into his mouth. Moving faster, sucking on my neck, I can feel he’s about to follow me over into the cavern of bliss. His thrusts become needier, more desperate. One final thrust, throwing himself fully into me, I almost come again at the feel of him quivering inside of my pussy. I wrap my arms around his neck, taking his mouth with mine. I love how I taste on his lips and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever experienced. He rolls off of me, tucking me into his side. Nuzzling up next to him, I easily fall asleep, most of the doubts about us falling away with my consciousness.
Waking with the sun shining in my eyes, I try to roll away from it, only to be hindered by a heavy weight. Forcing my eyes open, I look down my body and see Brent’s arm draped across me. I can’t help but smile to myself. Last night had been amazing. Everyone says their first time sucks, but I have to say I got lucky. I have never before felt so happy that I waited. Turning my head to sneak a peak of him while he sleeps, I’m met with bright sparkling green eyes. Feeling my cheeks blush, I quickly turn away. I hadn’t realized he was awake.
