Elly & Kent - The Complete Story: Includes Books 1-3

by Marie Cole

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  The following morning I was at the gym. I spotted a guy coming towards the treadmills. He was tall, had blonde shaggy hair, and light colored eyes. He was headed up the two stairs to the platform that all the cardio equipment sat on. I saw the top of his shoe drag on the step and take him down out of the corner of my eye. He slid on his elbows right behind my machine. I gasped and turned it off. I turned around as he was pushing off the ground, noting his sleek back muscles just before he stood up and smiled. He held up his elbow to examine the rubber burn.

  His eyes were hazel and he smiled when they found mine. "Do you have a Band-Aid? Because I just scraped my elbow falling for you."

  I couldn't help it, I bust out laughing. "Does that really work?" I asked. He grinned and shrugged his broad shoulders, which glistened with sweat under his gray tank top.

  "We'll see in a few minutes. I'd like to get to know you." He waggled his eyebrows and I scoffed, grinning.

  "Wow. I think you need to work on your lines a little more." I turned around and started my treadmill again.

  "Kyle." He stepped up onto the treadmill next to mine and started running.

  "What?" I turned my head to look at him with raised eyebrows.

  "My name...it's Kyle." He leaned his head over towards me and spoke softly, "This is the part where you tell me your name."

  "Elly." I closed my eyes and shook my head. I had no idea why I had told him my name, my real name, anyway. "Is this the part where you tell me how you lost your phone number and ask if you can have mine?"

  "Oooh, that's a good one. But no, I was going ask you if you sat in a pile of sugar...because you have a pretty sweet ass." I gasped, mouth open wide, grinning. He winked. "I have lots of cheesy lines, it's not how I usually do things. I just thought you might appreciate them." I smiled, I couldn't help it. The guy was gorgeous, funny, a little goofy and he was talking to me. "God, your smile is beautiful." He looked at his treadmill. "I need to stop staring or I'm going to crash or some shit."

  I actually had a whole brain full of cheesy pick up lines thanks to the silly role-playing I used to do with Kent when we were younger, where we'd practice hitting on each other. It was never a successful venture. We always ended up laughing. "You know, I was feeling a little off today but you turned me on."

  He chuckled, "I'm sorry, I don't think we've met. I wouldn't forget a pretty face like that."

  "You know... you look so familiar, didn't we have class together? I could've sworn we had chemistry." I grinned and wondered if this was going to be our thing twenty years from now.

  He smiled back and without flinching he stared into my eyes, "You're so beautiful that you made me forget my pickup line..." He cleared his throat and looked back to his screen. "Say you'll have dinner with me."

  "Oooh, it's just too much pressure." I shook my head no.

  "Come on, say you will. Don't make me run at super fast speed just to impress you."

  I raised my eyebrows, intrigued. "Well, now I think you definitely have to."

  He groaned. "Okay, if I must." His machine beeped as he hit the up arrow several times. The machine whirred to life, the high pitched sound interrupted by his footfalls as he ran faster and faster. I watched and covered my mouth with my hand, genuinely impressed that he was hanging in there.

  The sweat started to bead on his forehead and his breath was rapidly increasing. I wasn't sure how much longer he was going to be able to hold out so I pulled his emergency stop, "Okay! I'll have dinner with you." I grinned as he pulled up his shirt to wipe the sweat from his face, revealing his defined abs. I was drooling and barely shut my mouth before he pulled his shirt back down. We exchanged numbers and made plans for the next evening.

  * * *

  He convinced me to go over to his place for pizza and a movie. Private time alone with Mr. Kyle McAbs was not against my overall plan to get a boyfriend so that I could stop thinking about my unavailable best friend, so I agreed.

  He was in the dorm across campus and he also had a single. I walked down the hallway past freshmen guys who were still getting used to being the small fish in the big pond again, and grinned as they hooted and made comments. For now I was still very much enjoying the attention so I smiled to myself but didn't otherwise acknowledge them.

  I knocked on Kyle's door and heard a little shuffling. The doorknob turned and the door swung open revealing a tidy room with lowered lighting. His eyes raked over my body before he stepped aside and motioned with his hand to the inside of the room.

  "Elly, you look...amazing. Come on in."

  "Thanks." I stepped in and looked around, taking note of his black bedspread, his magazine files for each of his classes, the tiny TV set on the dresser parallel to the bed. "So this is it, huh?"

  He stepped up beside me, nodded, and looked around as if taking it in for the first time. "Yep, this is it. The pizza should be here any minute. Do you want to sit down?" He motioned to his bed with an outstretched arm. I sat down on his bed, probably looking every bit as uncomfortable as I felt. "So I've got two movies to choose from, Vanilla Sky with Cameron Diaz and Tom Cruise or Zoolander with Ben Stiller." He held them up for me to glance at briefly before setting them down on the bed next to me.

  "Um...Vanilla Sky." I pointed to it and then grabbed it and held it up for him to take so he could put it in the VCR, because the university had yet to upgrade the dorms with the latest in technology. He popped it in and then sat down next to me, his hand right next to mine on the bed.

  Ten minutes into the movie he got up and laid down behind me on his side. He ran his hand slowly up my back causing my center to melt. "Lay back, relax. I won't bite unless you ask me to."

  I chuckled and slipped off my shoes before laying down in front of him. He spooned me and I felt his hand on my hip, his hot breath on my ear as he watched the movie with a hand propping up his head.

  Half an hour into the movie his hand, which had been so innocently resting on my hip, started to slide forward onto my stomach under my shirt. I felt my side seize up, and I giggled. Apparently I was ticklish there.

  I grabbed his hand and put it back onto my hip. I didn't turn to look back at him but I sensed he felt a little put off. He kissed my cheek and then disappeared for a few minutes. When he came back he tried again but instead of his hand moving over my stomach it went for my chest. As his lips pressed against my neck I felt my back arch and I pressed my breast into his hand. He squeezed it softly as he kissed his way to my mouth.

  It felt like his hands were everywhere at once. I had no idea what to do with my hands. Did I put them on his back or on his face? I wasn't sure so they laid limp on either side of my head against the pillow. I felt the heat and liquid gather between my legs as he continued to kiss and fondle me and when his hand cupped me through my jeans I bucked my hips and moaned. Woah! Who knew touching could feel so good?

  He groaned as his hands then moved to my jeans, undoing the front of them quickly and then his own. "Oh baby, you're so fucking hot."

  I lifted my hips when he pulled on my jeans, still unsure of what was going to happen. He tugged them down and then off, letting them fall onto the floor. He stood at the end of his bed as he discarded his own, revealing his plain white boxers. He was straining against the fabric of his boxers.

  I was curious about what it looked like but I didn't want him to feel self-conscious with this girl staring at his penis so I forced my eyes up to his face. His eyes were focused on my panties. For a moment I was worried that he didn't like them but he seemed concerned only with getting them off of me as was evidenced by his quick hands.

  Once my panties were off his boxers were next, and before I could blink again he was on top of me. He was kissing me, then he slid his tip through my wetness and slowly slipped it inside. I felt the heat in my face and stayed still beneath him not sure what was going on. I kept my eyes closed, and wondered, briefly, where the pizza was. And how long sex usually took. And when it was suppos
ed to be good.

  He pulled back and reached into his bedside table drawer pulling out a condom. I heard the rip as the plastic made way for the rubber. He slid it on slowly, allowing me a look at his penis and then resumed his position. "You're so hot, baby..."

  He pushed forward, slipping into my tightness, he felt a little resistance but didn't stop, instead he thrust through and I bit my lower lip as I cried out.

  "Fuck!" He groaned still going painfully slowly, I felt the ache start to dull down and soon I wanted him moving.

  "Please," I begged softly and his hips started to move spastically. His bit on his lower lip and threw his head back.

  "I can't...I can't...FUCK!" He shouted at the same moment that he came inside me, I guessed. I didn't feel anything but he retreated and then left to go clean up in the bathroom leaving me alone. I felt like I had been split between my thighs. I rolled off the bed and slipped my clothes back on. The end credits weren't even rolling yet but I was ready to go.

  I wasn't sure if he realized he'd just taken my virginity but surely if he did he knew he was being a dick right now. Or was he? Maybe he was giving me privacy so that I could clean up or cry or leave or all of the above. I wasn't going to stick around to ask him in any case. I frowned as I left his room, the asshole took my virginity and didn't even buy me dinner first.

  I wouldn't be so stupid the next time a man flashed his cute smile my way.

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  After I showered to wash away the shame I called my old roommate, Stacy, and asked her to meet me at the gym. I had to tell someone what had happened and I knew she would keep it to herself.

  She was already waiting outside as I arrived and I hooked my arm in hers as I pulled her inside with me.

  The gym was empty around the cardio equipment. Just mirrors and TVs to greet us. There were free weights on the other side of the mirrored walls, but no one ever used those. And if they were being used you could usually tell by all the grunting and man noises.

  "Thanks for meeting me," I said as we made our way to the stairclimbers. I was still very sore but I was hoping that the burning I would make my legs feel would take my mind off of it.

  "Sure thing, thanks for saving me from eating a whole pizza by myself," she grinned as she stepped on the machine beside me.

  "Anytime. So..." I sighed and shook my head. I started slow on the machine, wincing a little.

  "So..." she waited for me to begin.

  "I met this guy at the g--" I stopped myself and looked around in case he was here. I looked back at Stacy, no sign of Kyle. "At the gym. God he was so cute and funny."

  Stacy nodded as she listened, her eyes on me.

  "And you know, I've been so hung up on you-know-who and so ashamed of my body that I didn't date or anything. Well..." I let my words trail off as I watched Stacy's eyes widen.

  "You went on a date?!" She sounded so thrilled for me. I hated to have to burst her happy bubble but this wasn't what the meeting was about.

  I nodded slowly and sucked in my lower lip. "Yes...kind of," I groaned and shook my head in shame.

  "Kind of? How can you kind of go on a date?" Her shoulders drooped. "Oh God! Did he take you to McDonald's or something?"

  "I think a date at McDonald's would've been better."

  Stacy's eyes widened more and I was worried that they might pop out of her head. "Well don't keep me waiting," her climbing grew faster to match her anticipation.

  "Sorry. He invited me over to his dorm. And when I got there he told me that he'd ordered pizza and that we could watch a movie while we waited for it to come."

  "Okay," she sounded apprehensive.

  "Well, so I picked Vanilla Sky and we were sitting on his bed. He was rubbing my back and stuff. It was nice. And then he played down behind me and pulled him down next to him. His hand went to my hip and then it started to slide under my shirt. Are you really ticklish there?"

  She thought about it for a second and then shrugged. "Sometimes. Depends on how horny I am, how softly he does it."

  I nodded, filing that away for later, "Anyway, I laughed because it tickled really bad and pulled his hand away. He tried again and this time he got all the way up my shirt and he was kissing my neck and stuff."

  She nodded, wanting to hear more.

  "Anyway, so we did it. He took my virginity, and none too nicely either. He just pumped in a few times and then rolled off me and went to the bathroom."

  Her feet slowed as she stared at me. "Wait...you guys did it on your first date?"

  I chewed the inside of my lip and nodded, avoiding looking at her now. I already felt a bit slutty and she just confirmed that it was indeed rather slutty to let a guy into your pants on the first date.

  "Elly! You have to make the guy wait at least three dates before you give him some milk, as that dumb saying goes."

  I nodded slowly.

  "So what happened after that? Did he come in and say something crude?" she demanded.

  I shook my head, staring at the teeth whitening commercial that was silently playing on the TV. "No. I got dressed and left."

  I heard the the thud of a weight hitting the floor on the other side of the mirror just before Kent came around the corner. He had a towel around his neck and lots of sweat pouring out of him, his muscle shirt clinging to him. I gasped and my chest squeezed tightly as fear pumped through me and my feet stopped moving.

  Oh no, no, no. Did Kent hear what I'd just said?

  I heard Stacy moan softly beside me as she, I assumed, took in the sight of my estranged friend. She leaned over and whispered to me, "Forget that pizza guy. You should move on to someone like him."

  "Vanilla Sky?" Kent inquired with a raise of his eyebrow. "Really?" The question hung there for a moment before he spoke again. "I pegged you losing it to Princess Bride." He grinned.

  I felt tears pricking at my eyes. He'd heard. He'd heard everything and he thought it was a joke. He thought I was a joke. He thought a guy taking my virginity was hilarious. I was so ashamed and embarrassed that I couldn't look at him. I jumped off the machine and ran to the lady's locker room.

  I heard Stacy yelling my name just before I sunk onto the teak slotted bench. Almost as soon as I sat down there was a knock at the door and Kent's voice drifted through it.

  "Elly. I was just having some fun. Please, come out."

  Having fun? My pain was fun for him? We'd seen each other a total of thirty minutes in the past several months and he thought it gave him the liberty to poke fun at me? "I can't believe you said that! Go away!"

  I wiped at my burning eyes and stared at my knees. Briefly I wondered where the hell Stacy was. She was supposed to have my back and fend off stupid boys. All of them. Especially right now since I'd just had the worst male experience of my life. Or close to it.

  "Either you come out, or I'm coming in," he said from the other side of the door. "You know I was just messing with you."

  Messing with me. Hmph. The only one messing with me was that bastard Kyle and he wouldn't be doing it anymore. I wished at that moment that Kyle were the one about to bust through the door so I could kick him squarely in his balls. Didn't his mother teach him any manners?

  After a few seconds I heard him counting, "One...Two..."

  I stayed right where I was. I didn't think Kent had the balls to come into the girl's locker room. He might see naked bodies or something and that would be too much for his newly lasered eyeballs to handle. I crossed my arms over my chest and waited for him to go away. I could outlast him.

  I was surprised by how quickly my pain was turning into anger. The door opened and there was Kent standing in it. "If there's any other women in here, I'm sorry. I got a friend to talk to," he had one hand over his eyes, the fingers were cracked so they weren't completely covered.

  "I'm not your friend, not anymore." I turned around so my back was to him. Seriously, where the hell was Stacy?

  "Riddle me this. How many times did you sigh when Wesley final
ly got Princess Buttercup? How many quotes do you know from the movie?"

  What the hell was he going on about? I frowned to myself as I tried to ignore him, but of course he kept going.

  "Or was it just me who enjoyed it?" he asked me.

  My mouth ached to open and say something smart alecky but I kept it closed.

  I heard Kent sigh from behind me. "I guess maybe I was the one who wanted that for myself." There was a moment of silence before he continued, "I'm happy for you, Elly. I guess I cut a joke because I wasn't the first one you told. You used to tell me everything. "

  I stood up and turned around, unable to keep it in any longer. "That was before you-know-who took you from me! But it doesn't matter and don't be fucking happy for me! It was awful and I never want to have sex again!"

  Stacy crept into the locker room and cleared her throat softly. It was about damn time!

  "You can't swear off sex. It is an amazing thing. You'll like it, I promise," his hand moved away from his eyes and he turned his head to look at Stacy who waved at him. The traitor. One look from Kent and she was as harmless as a sleeping kitten.

  "Jesus. Should I leave you two alone?" I motioned between them.

  Stacy's eyes finally looked at me and she shook her head, "No, no! But he's right. You can't swear off sex because of that jerk."

  I covered my eyes with my hand and let out a deep sigh. Why was this happening to me? What had I ever done to deserve this?

  "Elly. I'm sorry for cracking the joke. I really am, okay?" He sounded sorry but I wasn't going to let him get off that easily. He should've known better than to say something so stupid.

  I lowered my hand, the tears were still threatening to spill as I looked at him, his pitiful expression only making me feel worse. "How sorry are you? Sorry enough to let me punch you?"

  Stacy gasped, "Elly! Don't punch him!"

  He covered his junk with both hands and nodded, "Go ahead. Punch it out." He closed his eyes tightly and his body tensed.