Don't Forget About Me: A Second Chance Amnesia Romance

by Eva Luxe

  I raise the pole and she says, “Be sure to handle it with care.”

  “Why?” I ask. “Will it bite me?”

  “Nah. Most of the fish that come to the shore don’t have sharp teeth,” she explains. “But many have spiny fins. Grab the fish gently but firmly behind its head.”

  I do so, feeling the slimy, slick texture of the fish’s body. She rifles through the tackle box in the meantime.

  “Here you go,” she says, handing me some pliers. “Use these needle-nose pliers to remove the hook.”

  I look down at the fish and say, “Poor little fellow.”

  “That’s a pretty fish,” Chelsea replies. “Good job. And don’t worry, new research says that fish can’t feel pain.”

  “Really?”

  “Yeah. They don’t have the necessary brain power. Their wriggling around is just an unconscious reaction to a threat.”

  “So, like ants?”

  “Pretty much.”

  My conscience assuaged, I continue on. Chelsea catches a lot of fish and I catch a few more. Soon the cooler we brought is full of them.

  “We’d better head back,” she says, taking out her cell phone to check the time. “Fish spoil rapidly so we don’t have a lot of time to clean and cook them. Also, Taylor will be back soon, if she’s not already.”

  “I had a lot of fun,” I tell her, sincerely.

  I never thought I’d enjoy have a girl teach me how to fish. But with Chelsea, it’s somehow sexy and different.

  I lean over and kiss her. Our dirty hands mingle in a disgusting mess but somehow I’m still turned on.

  Chapter 15 – Wesley

  When we get back to the lake house, Chelsea drapes a newspaper over a table outside, and lays out a bunch of new tools: a bucket that she says is for the fish parts, gloves, a sharp cutting knife, and a container that she says is for the cleaned fish.

  I watch, even more impressed than I was at the lake while we were fishing, as she cuts, skins, cleans and guts the fish.

  “That’s so sexy,” I tell her.

  “How can you seriously be turned on by such a gross process?” she asks.

  “I don’t know, but I seriously am.”

  Once she’s finished, she says, “Well, Taylor still isn’t back yet, and I clearly need a shower.”

  I don’t know if that’s a hint or not, but I choose to take it as one.

  “I’ll come join you,” I tell her.

  She looks at me shyly, but smiles. I follow her to the bathroom, and then we’re both standing by the bath tub.

  Lessons about patience during fishing aside, I’m not able to fucking stand it much longer. I reach down and pull her shirt over her head. And then I pull down her shorts.

  She’s standing in front of me in only her bra and underwear, and she looks so damn sexy. I quickly remove my own clothes, and she tentatively takes off her undergarments, turning slightly away from me as she does.

  When she turns back around, I’m looking at the fucking most gorgeous naked woman I’ve ever seen. Her breasts are full and ample, yet still perky. That curvy ass is on full display for me. And she’s looking at me like she wants me jump her bones, which is exactly what I want to do.

  She gets into the shower and turns on the water, which only increases my excitement. I have to remind myself that she’s a virgin. I shouldn’t rush things too much.

  I get the soap and start massaging her back with it. But when I move my hands down towards her ass, I can’t help but grab it.

  “Wesley,” she whispers, backing up closer to me, the water falling on both of us.

  “I want you so bad,” I tell her, wrapping my arms around her stomach and pulling her closer to me.

  I massage her breasts with the soap, under the water while kissing her neck.

  She moans, and I feel my cock getting so hard and erect up against her. I want so badly to just fucking take her, right here and now under the water…

  “Chelsea?” Someone calls, and there’s a knock at the door.

  I jump, because even though the voice is distinctively feminine, I can’t help but fear that it’s Coach Thompson again. Our last close call should have warned me away from Chelsea for good, but here I am naked and trying to fuck her once again.

  I know I could lose my football scholarship and my last chance at having a football career over her, but I can’t help but want her so fucking bad…

  Chelsea pulls herself away from me, but laughs lightly and says, “Yeah Taylor, we’re in here.”

  “Oh my god,” Taylor groans. “I give you guys nearly three hours of privacy and you’re still in the shower together when I get back?”

  Chelsea gives me a look that says, “Oops,” and I’m pretty sure the same look is on my own face.

  “I suppose Taylor thought we’d take advantage of the time we had in her absence to get it on,” I say. “But while that thought did cross my mind, I have to admit that I enjoyed fishing so much that I think we found a use of our alone time that was almost as good as having sex.”

  “I’m so glad you think so,” Chelsea says, laughing against my chest. “I was beginning to feel like such a prude, once I realized what Taylor thought we were doing, and why she was gone so long. Taylor!” she calls out. “We’ll be right out.”

  “Uh huh,” Taylor shoots back. “I’ll believe it when I see it.”

  We both soap up and then I help her out of the shower.

  “I’m sorry that I wasted our time with fishing when there were other things we were apparently supposed to be doing,” she says.

  I look her up and down: her naked, glistening body the image I hope to see before I fall asleep tonight.

  “It was definitely not wasted,” I tell her. “And we still have plenty of time to do all the other things.”

  She laughs, and I’m hoping that means she wants me to fuck her, and soon.

  We towel off and I dry her hair with my towel before wrapping it around myself to go find spare clothes that I’d brought, back when I was hoping that the party would turn into alone time for Chelsea and me, without knowing exactly how much fun it was going to be. The night had turned out much differently— and even better— than I’d hoped.

  “Have fun facing Taylor,” I tell Chelsea, as she heads out in a different direction, towards the living room.

  “Oh I will,” she says. Then she winks. “And you’re right. We have plenty of time for all those other things. You just have to learn a little patience.”

  “Patience,” I concede. “I guess it’s the lesson of the day.”

  She doesn’t need to know that I’m not good at being patient. I like fishing with her, showering with her, and just hanging out with her.

  But now that I’ve seen her entire naked, amazingly hot body, I want to do everything with her. And I have a feeling she’ll enjoy it even more than she might think she will.

  Chapter 16 – Chelsea

  “Sooooooooo…?” Taylor asks, as soon as I’ve thrown on a sundress and joined her in the living room. “What happened in my absence? Did he pop your cherry?”

  “Shhhh!” I tell her. “Very funny. But for your information, no. We weren’t doing that. We actually spent the time fishing.”

  “Fishing?”

  “Yeah, and it was his idea. There are a bunch of delicious, clean fish waiting to be cooked and eaten.”

  “Well, if I had known that, I would have joined you,” Taylor says, scrunching up her nose. “And I wouldn’t have had to waste time walking all around town getting a lot of groceries and giving you guys your privacy.”

  “Taylor, I hate to break it to you but there are a lot of things that two people can do one on one that don’t involve sex,” I tell her.

  “I know that,” she says, obviously offended. “I just didn’t assume that Wesley Reynolds would be interested in those things.”

  “I didn’t mean to offend you,” I tell her. She’s more experienced than I am, but I certainly wasn’t trying to slut shame he
r or anything. “I’m just equally offended that you think that what I have going on with Wesley is only all about sex.”

  “Well, maybe you should look into his past and be sure you know what you’re getting into,” she quickly shoots back.

  “What?” I ask her.

  “Nothing,” she says. “Never mind.”

  “No, seriously, what do you mean?” I demand.

  “I’ve just heard some things…”

  But then Wesley walks in, saying, “So how about those fish?”

  “Yes, let’s get cracking on cooking up those fish that the new champion fisherman caught, shall we?” Taylor says, a fake smile spreading across her face.

  “Very funny,” Wesley replies. “Although I was a pretty good fisherman, for it being my first time and all. Isn’t that true, Chelsea?”

  “Yes, you were actually—”

  But before I can finish saying “pretty impressive,”— while thinking in more ways than one— Taylor cuts back in to shoot a jibe back at Wesley.

  “Yeah, I heard all about how Chelsea popped your fishing cherry,” she says. “You were so inexperienced but she guided you through, until you became half competent.”

  “Yep. Pretty much.”

  Wesley looks at me, as if trying to figure out if she’s joking or meaning to offend him. I shrug, a cringe on my face. I’m really not sure.

  We cook the fish on the campfire outside, Wesley holding my hand and Taylor trying to act happy. I’m curious to know what she has heard about Wesley, but I also don’t really care. Or don’t really want to care.

  I just want to focus on the here and now: him and me, hand in hand, and I only wish my best friend could be happy for me instead of trying to ruin the moment.

  Once the fish are cooked, to my relief, Taylor seems genuinely more content.

  “This is some great fish,” she says, begrudgingly, but with a sincere grin. “I guess it’s too late to drive back Wesley back tonight. He can just ride back with us tomorrow.”

  “Really? Are you sure?”

  I want to hug her, but I also don’t want either of them to see how happy I am that Wesley can stay an additional night.

  “Sure,” she says, with a shrug barely visible in the light of the fire. “I wanted some BFF time, but it’s already late, and I can make a sacrifice every now and then, in the name of luuuuuurve.”

  “Very funny,” I laugh, shooting a nervous glance in her direction, hoping that Wesley’s not too scared off. “And there’s no reason we can’t all three have fun and hang out together. We can watch a scary movie!”

  “Sure, so during the terrifying parts you can jump into Wesley’s arms, and I’ll have no one to comfort me,” she fake pouts.

  “You’ll have me!” I tell her. “Jump into my arms!”

  “All right, all right,” she acquiesces. “You’re right. It’ll still be fun. Thanks for the fish.”

  “Any time, Bestie.”

  I know she feels left out— she’s not used to me having a guy around— but I’m glad she’s feeling generous enough to share me with Wesley during what was supposed to be the rest of our BFF lake cabin weekend.

  I love having Taylor as my best friend, and I wouldn’t want to lose her over a guy. Even though, as far as I’m concerned anyway, Wesley is turning out to be a pretty amazing one.

  Chapter 17 – Chelsea

  It’s late, and Wesley and I are snuggled up in bed, after a fun night of watching movies and eating the fish we’d caught together. He reaches up to gently tug on my hair, and kisses me.

  But then there’s a noise outside, and he jumps nearly a mile high.

  “Calm down,” I say, returning his kiss. “It’s just a firework. Someone across the lake is probably setting off leftovers from the Fourth of July.”

  “I’m sorry,” he says, laughing. “I just keep thinking your dad’s coming back. Maybe with a gun this time.”

  I laugh.

  “Nah, he goes to church early on Sundays,” I assure him. “He’s probably in bed, resting up so that he can lead the youth group choir tomorrow.”

  “Very funny,” Wesley laughs.

  “I wasn’t kidding.”

  In the dim light from the window, I can see him look at me in shock.

  “Your dad is seriously that much of a holy roller?”

  I giggle again.

  “Now you know what I had to live with growing up,” I tell him. “He was super strict.”

  “Wow.”

  He runs his fingers through my hair.

  “Everyone in your life is so intense and protective,” he comments.

  “What do you mean?”

  “Taylor. I know she’s your best friend, but don’t you think she acts a little… motherly?”

  I can feel my back stiffen at the mention of Taylor’s name, ready to defend her.

  “I don’t mean it in a bad way, necessarily,” he says, quickly. “But when you got up to make popcorn earlier and we paused the movie, she gave me quite the little warning lecture. It was nearly as scary as talking to your dad.”

  “Oh yeah?”

  I try not to laugh at the image of Taylor scaring Wesley. All five feet, three inches of her. As intimidating as a football coach.

  “She basically just told me to be careful and not end up breaking your heart, because you’re like a sister to her,” he confesses. “But it was more her tone and body language that were scary, rather than the words she used.”

  Usually I would think this was cute, but now I worry again about whatever Taylor had started to tell me earlier. I’m not sure whether she’s meddling, or just showing concern for me. I remind myself of how she’s always been there for me and how I know she only has my best interests at heart.

  “It’s just that…” I begin, and then sigh.

  “What?” Wesley asks, his breath close against my ear.

  I think of all the things I’ve never told anyone, that I’d like to tell him, if only I could trust him. But I end up saying something different.

  “I don’t know. Taylor is like a sister to me. We grew up together, and I can always count on her to have my back.”

  “I can tell,” Wesley says. “It must be nice to have such a good friend.”

  It is, I think, and I remind myself to thank Taylor later. I haven’t exactly been the best of friends to her lately, but it’s only because my mind has been a little preoccupied with a certain someone, which I know she understands. Because she always does.

  In the silence that ensues, I wonder if we’ll get close enough for me to tell him what else is on my mind. And then, as if he can read my thoughts, he says,

  “It sounds like you were going to say more, maybe?”

  I take a deep breath, and decide that now is as good a time as ever to open up to the one guy who has caught my attention since I saw him stride onto my father’s football field as if he owned it. He has a way of doing that. Like right now, with my heart.

  “Just that if Taylor seems motherly, it’s because I mostly grew up without a mother, and I guess she came to fill that role over time. Older sister, mother… I don’t know. But she’s always been there for me no matter what. She just looks out for me, is all.”

  He pulls me closer and tighter and says, “You deserve to have someone looking out for you. I’m sure it wasn’t easy…”

  He stops there, and I’m glad. That’s all the sadness I can take in one evening. I want to just enjoy being here with him.

  I lean my head closer to him and he kisses me, just like I want him to.

  He tastes like the woods and smells like the lake. His strong hand on the back of my head feels like it was put there just for me.

  As if invigorated by the feel of our lips joining together, Wesley gently rolls over on top of me and pins my arms behind me, in a gesture that combines both sweetness and possessiveness. I love it.

  Is this it? Are we going to…?

  But he shimmies down, under the covers, and kisses the skin above m
y drawstring pajama bottoms while he slides them down. He holds onto my hips and starts kissing my thighs.

  It feels better than I could ever have imagined. I open my legs slightly and he inserts a finger into me while kissing all around, teasing me. Then he begins rubbing my clit with his other hand.

  “You have such a perfect pussy,” he tells me. “I just want to kiss it.”

  I can feel myself getting wet at his touch, his kisses, and the way he says that still forbidden sounding word, “pussy.” I arch my back slightly while his touch intensifies.

  He almost brings me to climax while rubbing my clit, but then he begins kissing it.

  Just when I’m coming down from the high, he begins gently sucking on my clit, and I feel it pulsate beneath his mouth. I’m dangerously close to coming.

  It feels amazing, how he fingers me inside and sucks on my clit from the outside, at the same time. I lie back and feel electricity run through my entire body as his tongue explores all around my pussy.

  “Wesley,” I whisper, as he lightly bites my clit. “That feels so good.”

  “Good,” he says, returning to sucking on it.

  A few seconds of his lips sucking my clit, alternating with his tongue expertly stroking my pussy, is all that it takes.

  “I’m coming,” I tell him, as I grip the pillow beneath my head.

  A feeling of complete surrender overtakes me, and I can feel my legs shaking underneath Wesley’s. He pins them down with his own legs, until they’re still.

  “Great,” he says, as my breath quickens to the point that I can’t even talk anymore.

  I let go and give in to the orgasm that washes through my entire body.

  He waits until I’m finished coming, and then he moves his mouth away from my pussy long enough to say, “That’s my goal. I want to make you feel good, all the time. You deserve it.”

  A girl could get used to helping him achieve this goal.

  Chapter 18 – Chelsea

  Muscles, speed, and power, all mixed with a certain kind of grace. Wesley