Unexpected Love (Unexpected Series)

by Charlene Martin

  Apologizing, “I know babe. I am so sorry, please forgive me?”

  I take a deep breath and try to give a supportive smile, “I will, but mark my words, this is done, no more crap or I’m out.”

  Pulling me into him for a long passionate kiss he whispers, “I understand and I promise I will do better.”

  “I sure as hell hope so.”

  For the next few days, things are perfect between Damon and me. He has stopped drinking and he signed up to do community service with me. I am so pleased that he is doing well. I was concerned about him.

  We get up early and head to the habitat-building site. We start to do some yard work. I am planting flowers and he is putting down sod. I cannot help but admire his hot body. He has taken off his shirt and his tanned chest is glistening in sweat. It’s April in Florida, beach weather again. I start to slack on my flower planting because I am too busy ogling him. He looks back at me and sees that I am watching him.

  Walking over towards me, “Man it’s so hot out here.”

  I can’t help but to think to myself that it’s not just the weather that is so hot! I wonder what Damon would look like all wet and in swim shorts. With that image in mind, “Hey do you want to go to the beach after this?”

  He gives me a sexy grin, “Absolutely, I finally get to see you in the bikini you have been keeping covered up all day.”

  With a big cheeky smile I reply, “You know it!” He chuckles and walks away. Whoa! I can’t wait to see him all wet and half naked.

  We finish with the yard work and the house looks amazing. I can’t believe that I helped build it. I have spent the last three months building this house and it is finally done. I stand in front of it in awe; with the yard done, it looks perfect. I hope to live in a house like that someday.

  Damon comes to my side, “It looks beautiful, you should be proud.”

  “I am.”

  Wiping his brow with the back of his hand he asked, “Are you ready to hit the beach?”

  I look down at myself and answer, “Yes, I am so ready to get all this dirt off me. I have been planting all day, I’m filthy and I stink.”

  He laughs, “Is that what that smell is?”

  Smacking his arm I say, “Nope that would be you.”

  “Touché.”

  The air conditioning feels so good. I am relaxing in the seat next to Damon and listening to the soft music play.

  “We’re almost there babe, about another five minutes.”

  I nod to let him know I heard him as I begin to sing along to “September,” by Daughtry. He grabs my hand and gives it a squeeze. I glance at him and give him a small smile. He pulls into the parking lot and I get out and start to strip off my shorts and tank top. I wore my tiny baby blue bikini because I knew we were scheduled to do yard work and I would be hot and sweaty all day.

  Unfortunately, Damon being a guy, didn’t think ahead so he didn’t wear shorts. He was wearing jeans.

  “Well I guess I will just have to swim in my boxers.”

  My mouth falls open as I get a mental picture of him in his boxers. I get an unexpected tightening in my stomach, just thinking about seeing him half-naked. Maybe my mom was right to start me on the pill.

  Trying to get this image out of my head I run for the water, it’s so warm and refreshing. That is the good thing about living in Florida, the water is always warm in the spring. I’m wading in the water when I look back to the shore and I get a glimpse of him. ‘Damn, he looks better than I expected.’ He strides towards me and I can’t help but gawk at him. We have been dating for a little over 5 months and this is the first time I have seen him in his boxers. He has impeccable abs and as I look down, I can envision what is under those boxers. He runs into the water and falls in front of me. His head is level with my stomach. He is looking up at me as if he wants to kiss my navel. Just when I think he is about to he splashes salt water all in my face.

  I start to splash him back and he dunks me under the water. I inhale salt water as I come up I’m coughing and having trouble breathing. I have tears in my eyes and I smack him on the arm sputtering, “That was not nice.”

  “I’m sorry,” and he pulls me in for a hug. While holding me tight he rubs the back of my head and back. I start to settle my breathing, I look up into his eyes, and he says, “I am really sorry. You know I would never do anything to hurt you.”

  He is staring so intensely into my eyes, that I can’t help but to believe him. On an impulse I push my lips to his, this kiss is different it has more passion and wanting in it. He pulls me up; I wrap my legs around his hips, I run my hands all over his body while pulling him against me as tight as I can. He carries me to the shore and lays me in the sand. I look up into his eyes and it looks like he is asking me a silent question. I am a little frightened because I’m not sure how to answer his question. I really want him right now, but I have always wanted to wait until I was married. Oh shit, what do I do?

  My mind is racing. I can’t think clearly with his lips all over me. This burning inside of me is saying to go for it, but the logical side of me is saying not yet. Trying to figure this out I contemplate, mom got me on the pill and I will be safe, but do we even have a condom? Oh God what do I do? Just as I think that, the sky opens up and it starts to poor down rain. We get up and rush to the car. I think to myself that was a close one. Thank God!

  I see them playing in the water together. I was a bit concerned when he dunked her, but she seems okay. I have to say that Damon has really been trying for her. Maybe he is not such a loser after all. I still do not like the idea of him being with her, but I can see how happy he makes her. He begins to kiss her and I have gotten pretty use to it by now. It is not until she is lying in the sand and his lips are all over her that I get upset. I fear for her in this moment. She has always wanted to wait until she is married and I would really hate for her to give him something so precious. I can’t take my eyes off her. When she looks up to the sky, I sense her distress; I know I have to do something to stop this.

  Damon drives me home and I head to the shower. When I go downstairs, mom and dad are home. Mom calls out, “I ordered pizza.” Dad is in the living room watching the History Channel.

  I walk into the kitchen and ask, “Mom, can we chat?”

  “Sure honey, you know you can always talk to me about anything.”

  Smiling I reply, “I know, Damon and I went to the beach after community service and well things kind of got complicated.”

  She looks to me with knowing eyes, “Complicated as in you had sex?”

  Shaking my head no, “No, not exactly. I think Damon wanted to, but I was really close to doing it and it scared me. I was happy when it started to rain. I wasn’t sure how I was going to handle the situation. Part of me wanted to, but the other part objected.”

  “Well honey, first of all it sounds like you need to have a talk with that boy and let him know where you stand on all this sex stuff and second of all I would be thanking the good Lord up stairs for the rain.”

  Thinking about this for a minute, I realize there wasn’t a cloud in sight before it started to rain. I wonder where the hell the rain came from. Letting that thought go for now I tell mom, “I will talk to him soon, thanks for listening.”

  “Anytime baby.”

  We eat our pizza in the living room and mom and I win the remote over from dad. We get to watch our favorite show ‘Vampire Diaries’. I swear the Damon in that show reminds me so much of my Damon. My Damon however doesn’t hold a candle to Ian Somerhadler. We saw this episode last Thursday, but dad doesn’t know that. I can’t stand to watch the History Channel. Like who needs to know how something is made or why this happened. So what if the Hatfields and the McCoys are fighting and killing each other. It is all too boring for me. I like drama, and especially teen drama.

  My mom being in her forties even likes it. We sit every night at 8 pm in front of the TV and watch our teen dramas. Dad usually just sits back and makes fun of them. He is
such a comedian. I finish my pizza just as the show ends. I get up, kiss my parents goodnight, and head to bed.

  Just like every other night, I dream of him again. We are back on our beach, it has this soft white sand and the water is sapphire blue. The sun is shining bright, he is sitting in the sand with bent knees, and his golden blond hair is moving in the breeze. I walk up to him and sit next to him in the sand. He smiles at me, but he seems somewhat down. In all these years that I have dreamed of him, I have never known him to be anything but happy. I gaze at him trying to read him, but he is such an enigma.

  “Is something wrong?”

  He gives me a half smile, “Everything is fine love; don’t worry its better now that you are here.”

  He holds out his loving arms so that I can slide between them. I’m lost in his heavenly scent. We lie back on the sand and he pulls me on top of him. I grin down at him and I move to bring my lips to his. He has such soft lips I begin to lick the outside of his lips causing him to open his mouth to me. I slide my tongue into play with his and as I pull away, I nibble on his bottom lip. I feel him begin to grin.

  This excitement builds inside of me and I feel his cock growing under me. I begin to rock against his hard erection. Feeling everything in me become alive, I open my eyes to see his eyes are fixated on me. His face is firm and his hands are gripping my sides tight. I feel my nipples contract and my slit becomes very wet. In a second, he rolls me onto my back and starts to devour me. He plants soft sensual kisses down my neck; raising my tee, he frees my breast and licks the tip of my taught nipple. Firmly he grasps the other one rolling it between his fingers. I feel my sex throb and I am lost in feeling his every touch. He begins to lick his way to my belly button and I thought, ‘Wasn’t I just in this position today with Damon?’

  I being to ponder that with Damon I was so uncertain, but with this complete stranger, I am willing to go all the way. That has to mean something right? I awake suddenly, freaking out about what just happened. What the hell is wrong with me? I lie awake for several hours lost in thought. I just can’t believe I would do that. I mean the sensual part of me says, it was a dream and he is a dream guy it’s not like real life. Then the non-sensual part of me says, but really do you want to have sex with Damon.

  I mean sure I am attracted to him, but do I love him? Then I contemplate love. What is love? How does love feel? Obviously if I have to ask myself these questions, I really don’t know. My alarm pulls me from my thoughts.

  I get ready for school in a hurry. I have to speak to Damon today. I am extremely concerned about what happened on the beach. I wait in the parking lot for Damon to arrive, I text him to see how long he will be. He texted back saying he is running late. I text back saying can we meet off campus for lunch. My phone vibrates back and it says yes. I close it and walk to my locker to get books and walk fast to history class. I don’t pay much attention today and thank God Mr. Braddock didn’t ask me any questions, because my head wasn’t anywhere near history today. I meet up with Elena before English.

  “Hey, can I ask you a question?”

  “Sure honey. What’s up?” Elena said.

  I take quick stock of the week’s events, “Well, yesterday Damon and I were on the beach and things kind of went a little far. I think he wanted to have sex with me and I couldn’t, luckily it started to rain and it ended there.”

  Her mouth falls open in response to what I have just said.

  I give her a minute, and then I say, “I just want to know if you think Damon and I’s relationship is going anywhere? Should I consider having sex with him or should I just talk to him about it and let him know that I don’t want to. If I do that, do you think he will break up with me?”

  Elena contemplates her answer thoughtfully, “Well, I don’t think that you should have sex with him just because he wants to, you have to want to. I also think that you guys are going different places and I am not sure your relationship will make it past high school, but if he dumps you just because you won’t sleep with him than he is a bigger ass than I thought.”

  Nodding in agreement, “I guess you are right, I will just talk to him and let him know that I am not ready for that step yet.”

  Lunch comes around and I meet Damon at his car. We drive over to the park not too far from campus. I’m not really that hungry because of the conversation I have to have with him. What if he gets mad at me? What if he wants someone that will just put out? I am so worried my nerves are making me nauseous.

  I sit on top of the picnic table and he sits below me on the bench seat. I peer down at him, “I need to talk to you about something and I am not sure how to do this.”

  He runs his hands through his hair, “Just tell me.”

  Feeling sick, I try to convey my concerns. “I love you and I don’t want to hurt you, but the other day I had the impression you wanted to have sex with me.”

  He signals for me to go on.

  “I am attracted to you, but I have always wanted to wait to have sex until I am married.”

  He looks at me and replies, “I did want to have sex with you. I would be stupid not to, but you have to know I wouldn’t force you into doing anything you don’t want to.”

  Feeling a little better about the situation, he leans up to kiss me and then ruins it by saying, “We will just have to get married sooner.”

  My eyes get very huge and I yell, “What? Are you kidding me?”

  He looks at me stunned.

  “Arissa honey, you already said that you want to marry me, remember when I gave you the ring?” as he twists it around my finger.

  Realizing, I did accept his ring. “But that wasn’t an engagement ring.”

  “I know. My plan is to ask you after graduation.”

  That worries me. I am not sure that I want to get married until after college, but I do not tell him that yet. I figure I have won one battle for the day, better to keep it that way and I revisit this one later.

  “Damon, I also want you to know that I am so proud of you. You have been doing so well with not drinking and spending time with me.”

  He glances down, “It’s not that easy babe, I think about it every day and the stress with my parents doesn’t help. I am doing this for you; I don’t want to lose you.”

  After school, we go to my house and study for a while. My mom calls and says they will not be home for dinner. Damon overhears me tell my mom that I can just make something here.

  “I will take you out to dinner tonight.”

  I tell my mom that Damon said he will take me out and she says that was fine, as it will be a while before she can get home. She has a critical patient and she needs to do some paperwork and dad is going to stay with her. Therefore, I tell her I will call when I get home.

  We go to the movies to see ‘The Lucky One’. I cannot help but to cry a tiny bit. It is such a sweet movie and when the little boy’s dad dies, I am heartbroken. I look over at Damon and he is tearing up a bit too, I think, maybe not such a bad boy after all.

  As we are leaving the theater, he runs into some friends of his from the pool hall and they are talking boring guy talk so I interrupt him, “I am going to go refill my soda,” and he hands me a twenty.

  Therefore, I am standing in line to refill my Dr Pepper when the feeling I am being watched happens again. I scan the room and again nothing. No one is staring at me. Why does this keep happening to me? I hear ‘can I help you’, I turn around and answer, “Sorry yes, can I get a refill?” As I hand her the twenty, she waves it off.

  “You don’t have to pay, you purchased the large and it has free refills.”

  I smile, “Sweet.”

  As I pocket the twenty. Taking a sip of my soda, I turn to walk back to Damon when this lanky blond guy stops me, “Hey what movie did you see?”

  Thinking he is such a geek, I try to be nice and answer, “The Lucky One, with my boyfriend.”

  Realizing his mistake he apologizes, “Oh, I am so sorry, please forgive me!”


  Right about that time Damon approaches, “Is there a problem?”

  Worried for the poor geek I answer, “No, he was just talking to me about his girlfriend, she was upset over the movie and he didn’t know how to cheer her up.”

  The geek looks at Damon, “Yes, she’s in the girl’s restroom and I can’t go in there and get her.”

  Damon gives us both an insecure look, “Well I suggest you go get her out of there and leave my girl alone.”

  The poor guy scurries off and says, “Sorry and I will.”

  He looks at me strange and says, “Do you know him?”

  “No. He just came up to me and asked for help. I was probably the only girl walking around without her boyfriend, so I seemed approachable.”

  He didn’t like that one bit his face turns red as he speaks down at me.

  “I was just talking with some of my friends. I can’t fucking leave you alone to get a damn soda and some guy starts flirting with you and you just let him!” He yells.

  Waving my hands in the air, I snap, “It’s not like I want to fuck him. I was just trying to be polite and help him out, but you always go there! You think that I want every other guy, but you.”

  “It sure as hell looked like you did.”

  I run my fingers through my hair in frustration, “You know what Damon, that’s right I wanted that geek in my bed and I bet he has a big dick!”

  I really pissed him off then. He grabbed me by the arm and pushed me out the doors. I hear a man’s voice, strong and stern as he says, “Get your hands off her!”

  Damon whirls me around and I see a tall muscular man, with dark hair and a scruffy face, with green eyes. I stand there feeling venerable.

  Damon grasps my arm tighter and says, “Mister you better mind your own damn business.”

  I watch as the man’s face goes from just somewhat pissed off to full-blown anger and concern. “You have about three seconds to take your hands off the lady or I am going to make you regret ever being born.”