Slick

by Kristi Pelton

  “No. Tonight scared me. Seeing your hand in that girl’s hair. Her face down there and your hips moving like that. Why?”

  “Come here,” I ordered, turning her until her back was pressed against my chest. “I’m sorry. I wanted to hurt you, Tessa. That was stupid and I’m sorry. I just want to be with you. The rest of your time in California, I want to be the guy you’re with. No one else.”

  “I want that too. And no random girls throwing your door open either, ‘kay?” She yawned as her body relaxed against me.

  My body rumbled with laughter as I relished our closeness. I contemplated this idea of monogamy…fidelity. And every tick of the clock secured my decision. My fate. My future.

  “Deal,” I finally said. “But, I’m still mad at you for leaving me last night.”

  She didn’t answer—her breathing slow and deep. Even though all I could think about was making her mine, I let her sleep. Tightening my arms around her, for the first time in my life…I fell asleep with a girl in my arms.

  Chapter 15—Tessa~ Dirty talk

  My phone chimed, waking me up from a blissful dream. No. It wasn’t a dream! I had fallen asleep in Bodhi’s arms. Thinking back about the night before, that ache seeped back into my body. How could I have fallen asleep? Oh god, did he think I didn’t want him?

  He had already left the house before I’d woken up, and knowing he wouldn’t be back until late, I’d gone to Aunt Di’s house to spend the afternoon at the pool working on my tan.

  I grabbed my phone. I’d never been one to text. We weren’t allowed to keep our phones during the week at school, so texts had been few. But now…I grabbed the phone as if my life depended on it.

  I need you to know that you’re responsible for me not sleeping. You owe me.

  I let out the breath I was holding.

  What do I owe you?

  I chewed on my cheek, knowing that was a loaded question.

  Sleep. Duh naughty girl

  I didn’t know what to say so I sent a smiley face.

  

  But then he didn’t send anything back so I added…

  Why didn’t you sleep? I’m glad you’re not angry anymore about me leaving the other night. That makes me happy. Though girls really shouldn’t barge into your bedroom.

  I waited…and waited…and waited. Then my phone chimed. That sound was like oxygen.

  I didn’t sleep because I listened to you breathe—and moan a little bit. Good dream? And who says I’m not mad? Have you ever had an angry kiss?

  I glanced around Aunt Di’s pool. Here I was, sitting solo and finally getting that tan I wanted, and my freaking nipples pebbled up! Two can play at that game, Bodhi.

  Yes. I love angry kisses.

  Seven minutes. That is what it took for him to text back.

  You see Tessa. At first you made me growl with that little comment but then I remember you saying that you had never been kissed before the way I’d kissed you. Stop lying Slick.

  I giggled and started to text back, but another one of his texts came through.

  And btw slickster, if you haven’t ever had an angry kiss then you’ve never had an angry fuck. I think I pointed that out the other night

  I slapped my hand over my mouth as I gasped, wiping the disgusting taste of sunscreen on my lips. What the hell was with him and his dirty talk? My bikini bottoms pooled with moisture.

  My fingers hovered over my keyboard trying to think of my own dirty response.

  For your information I enjoyed one of those this morning when I got here. Aunt Di’s pool guy is incredibly sexy and he tapped my shit by the pool.

  I giggled and my phone chimed again.

  Tapped your shit? Where have you been? Locked in an all girl’s school? No one says tapped your shit. I have one question. Promise me honesty.

  I stuck my tongue out at my phone.

  What?

  Promise honesty? He texted again.

  I bit my thumbnail while I considered it. I could promise honesty and still not answer.

  Yes. I promise.

  Staring at my screen, my stomach flip-flopped waiting for his question. I saw the bubble. I knew he was typing something.

  Tessa has anyone ever touched you at all?

  I could feel my heartbeat between my legs and I swallowed just trying to calm my racing heart.

  You mean like…there? No one had ever touched my boobs before you if that gives you an idea.

  Damn I wanted to touch myself now. To go use that new contraption that Elle bought me…but I couldn’t bring myself to do it, and there were a hundred windows on this side of the house.

  Say it Slick…hell, not even say it. Type it and send it to me. Send me—my pussy has never been touched.

  I set my phone down and covered my eyes with my hands. What the hell? My phone chimed again, and I parted two fingers so I could read it.

  NOW!

  My face was red with embarrassment. Don’t ask me why. No one could see me. But…the thought of those words coming from my mouth. I typed it out and read it over and over again before I hit send.

  My pussy has never been touched.

  Oh my God. Was there any way for my parents to see that? I suddenly felt sick. I wished I could retract it.

  My phone chimed.

  Jesus Tessa

  My phone rang! Bodhi…

  “Yes?” I squeaked out still reeling with humiliation.

  “Hey,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “I’d like to take you out.”

  “Bodhi. Just because you want in my britches doesn’t mean you have to take me out.”

  Truth is, I couldn’t imagine Bodhi and I on a date. I think we might kill each other.

  He sighed heavily into the phone.

  “Tessa. I want to take you on a date. Will you go or not?”

  He wasn’t laughing. His tone was serious.

  “OK. When?”

  “Tonight. Today. Now.”

  Giggling into the receiver, I heard him chuckle too.

  “I’m serious. Get ready and I’m coming to get you. OK?”

  “OK,” I said, about to jump out of my skin. I left everything poolside and ran for the shower.

  Chapter 16—Bodhi~ A first

  Even in the shower, my cock stood at attention. I tried to think about abused animals and shit and still a fucking boner from hell. Leaving me no choice, I needed to get off. So, I did. In the shower, stroking myself slowly, savoring the moment, knowing that I wouldn’t be getting off tonight with her. I had to show her I could actually be a gentleman.

  I picked her up in my Jeep with the top down; I hoped she didn’t mind. I honestly couldn’t remember the last time I’d been on a date. Maybe at 16 when I was in high school. I didn’t get laid that night either.

  Her beauty was beyond words—the way the waves of chestnut hair fell around her face. The damn freckles that I wanted to play connect the dots with. And her brown eyes that reminded me of my topaz birthstone. And today…they matched the coffee-colored sundress she wore.

  I’d worn khakis and a T-shirt and now second-guessed that, especially now that I’d seen her.

  Once we arrived in San Clemente, I parked a block off the PCH and we walked to the pier.

  “This is beautiful,” she said, staring out at the waves lapping up on the beach.

  “You’re beautiful,” I said.

  She rolled her eyes and I tried to keep in the forefront of my mind that she hadn’t dated a lot. But I also remembered clearly her text about her pussy; this girl wasn’t as demure as I thought.

  Trying to distract my thoughts, I decided we should eat.

  Dinner was delicious, but more importantly, I learned that she didn’t care much for her father and her mother drank…a lot. This girl was truly coming out of her shell after being shoved away and basically abandoned at a prep school.

  While we walked out on the pier, I took her hand in mine and she didn’t stop me or hesitate. I felt 16 again…no, I was actually h
aving sex at that time, and truth be told, I’d never held hands with anyone.

  “Bodhi…” she sang my name or so it seemed.

  “Tessa?” I smiled.

  “Two nights ago—were you cheating on that girl—Ali?”

  I stopped walking and turned to her. “No. I probably should have told her I didn’t want to see her anymore at all but we were never exclusive.”

  She nodded. “OK.”

  “I’m sorry that happened.”

  “Was it someone you were having sex with?”

  I winced. “Not for a little while but yes, we had.”

  She nodded again.

  “Does it bother you that I’ve been with others?”

  “No. I try not to think about it.”

  “Fair enough. Tell me what you do like thinking about.”

  “I like thinking about the things you text. You say things that freak me out a little.”

  That was true. I knew that. I’d say whatever I wanted while texting.

  “Ah. The courage of a keyboard.” I smiled down at her.

  The sun was setting and for a Thursday night, it was quiet. As we approached the edge of the pier, I shimmied up behind her and we both stared out at the water. Having her between my arms brought me comfort…and a hard on.

  “So…you like the things I say in texts?” I asked in a breathy whisper right next to her ear with a slow smile she couldn’t see.

  Embarrassed, she glanced down and didn’t answer, only fidgeted.

  “Tessa?” My tongue swept up the shell of her ear. “Answer me.”

  “Yes,” she hushed out.

  “Yes, what?”

  “Yes. I like it.”

  My dick expanded to it’s fullest.

  “What do you like?” I asked and tried hard to concentrate on her words. Her perfectly globed ass was arched into me. I don’t know if she was doing it purposefully or unconsciously.

  “You are forward…I mean like…no one has ever said those things to me.”

  The waves were loud and there was no one standing near us.

  “Tessa. Are you OK with me telling you what to do?”

  She nodded almost frantically.

  “I want you to reach behind you and feel what you do to me.”

  Most girls that wanted to be with me…knew about me. Knew about my past and the poor decisions I’d made. Those girls had seen me naked. Seen my cock in pictures. Tessa hadn’t.

  Her hands were slow in their approach…timid…nervous, but once they made contact with my khakis and then found the mound beneath, she started at the base then felt the entire way up.

  “Have you ever held a cock?”

  She automatically rubbed me in an up and down motion; my breath caught in my throat.

  “Only in my mouth.”

  Stunned, I forcefully spun her around and her brown, sparkly eyes danced with humor. Her teeth pressed down onto her lip and I realized she was being playful.

  “Don’t, Tessa.” I smiled but it wasn’t funny. “With you, I can’t play that game.”

  She reached for my crotch again and I pushed her hand away.

  “Remember me talking about an angry kiss?”

  Her nod accompanied hurt eyes.

  “That’s not how I want to kiss you tonight. I want it to be more like this…”

  I leaned forward, first brushing my nose against hers and then barely grazing her lips with mine. She whimpered when I pulled away and I fucking loved that. Then I went in for the kill…melding my mouth to hers. First slow, tortuous kisses with no tongue and then I traced along the seam of her lips until hers parted and I was met with her tongue. Her moan served as an alarm of sorts…a warning to tell me to hold on to her because her knees wobbled. So…I did. There was a part of me that knew I’d never want to let go.

  “Mmmmm.”

  I heard the sound realizing it didn’t come from Tessa and my eyes shot open. A twenty-something guy stood about fifteen yards away staring at us.

  “Can I help you?” I asked with hostility in my tone.

  He flicked his cigarette in the ocean. “That’s exactly what I was about to ask you.”

  Abandoning Tessa wasn’t on my agenda but I had this dickhead’s throat in my hand before I realized what I’d done.

  “Bodhi!”

  “Don’t you even look at her you stupid fuck!” I gritted leaning his back over the pier.

  Both his hands shot out to the side. “Dude. I’m sorry.”

  “Bodhi, please!” I heard the shriek behind me. When I turned around Tessa’s brow was furrowed with worry. The asshole broke free of my momentary distraction and ran.

  “I’m sorry,” I quickly said and yanked her into me.

  “You scared me,” she whispered.

  “I’d never hurt you, Tessa. I swear.”

  “No! I was afraid you were going to waste your angry kiss or angry… fuck on that guy.” She whispered the word fuck.

  Her goddamn eyes sparkled again this time with mischief and I think in that moment…I may have fallen in love with her. Her cute little giggle and the most loving smile… she made my chest rumble with laughter.

  We spent the evening walking through the sand down the beach talking. She needed me as much as I needed her. We were both alone in a world full of people. It was odd how people floated in and out of our lives and when you least expect it…one person changes your life.

  “Tessa, I’m sure he loves you,” I said referring to her father.

  She shrugged. “I’m sure he does too. Just in his way. I don’t really hear from him. Or her…much. It’s like I’ve been away so long they’ve forgotten I even exist.”

  My heart constricted. God may have only granted me two months with this girl, but I was going to show her how she deserved to be loved.

  Capturing her in my arms, I kissed her again refueling what had been ignited earlier on the pier. Her arms wound around me in desperation as if she couldn’t get close enough. I pushed her back to try and read her expression. Her wide-eyed stare concerned me.

  “What?” I whispered.

  “I’m going to leave in August and…”

  I smashed my mouth to hers refusing to allow her to finish. Once again after a thorough kiss, her knees buckled. So, I cradled her in my arms and walked to the Jeep. People stared at us and some even laughed …but neither of us cared. We both knew how valuable our time was and even more so how we valued each other.

  There wasn’t a chance in hell I was taking her back to the house. Too many people. Too many distractions. So I parked down at the pier in Newport where Mom and Dad’s boat was docked.

  The only noise was that of the waves in the bay splashing up against the boat and possibly the faint sound of her heartbeat that I knew was beating erratically.

  “We’re alone,” she said softly, almost as if I wasn’t meant to hear.

  I smiled down at her as I lifted her onto the boat.

  “Nervous?” I winked and shot her a wicked grin.

  She shook her head.

  “Do you want to take it out or just stayed tied up here?” There was a hidden meaning to my words and it didn’t fall short on her. She covered her eyes and giggled.

  “It’s late. Let’s just stay here.”

  When I came up from grabbing blankets down below, I couldn’t help but watch her as she sat staring up at the sky. Her mane of hair blew beautifully in the wind.

  A breathtaking smile possessed her face.

  “What are you smiling about?” I asked.

  “I could feel you watching me.”

  She so wasn’t like most girls. She was honest and kind and good. She seemed so mature but at the same time a little girl in an inexperienced world.

  “Bodhi. I want to touch you.”

  I grinned as I came toward her. “I just wanted to grab the blankets. I’m coming.”

  Pulling her knees beneath her she raised her brows. “No, not just touch you. But I want to touch you.”

  I slo
wed my step. I think I understood what she was saying.

  “You mean like on the pier before your little smart ass comment about having a cock in your mouth?”

  Her smile lit my fucking world. I pushed my hips forward showing her the boner camouflaged by my khakis.

  “It doesn’t go away when I’m with you,” I admitted, hovering over her. I wanted to feel her touch again too.

  When she started unbuttoning my belt, my heart became a jackhammer in my chest. This girl was starved for an education.

  “Tessa,” I laughed. “What are you doing?”

  My pants were unbuttoned and she was pulling them down exposing my boxer briefs. Casually I glanced around at the other boats. They were small yachts and I spotted no one watching, but wanted to get her down below. Literally.

  “Come on,” I said pulling her hand and holding on to the waist of my shorts. Willingly, she followed. Once below, she sat on the sofa and pulled me near. Somehow the teacher was getting the lesson.

  “What do you want, Tessa?” I whispered as her hand slid up and down the material of my boxers from root to tip of me.

  “I want to know how it works. I mean…” she panted. “I get the gist but I want to understand and see it and feel it.”

  I nodded unable to catch my own breath when she lowered the boxer briefs and took me in her hands. Both hands. She studied every part of me…tracing the vein up the side, circling the head and then releasing one hand and cupping my balls. Jesus.

  My head fell back simply at her touch. But when I felt the lap of her tongue over the tip, my eyes shot open.