Present Perfect

by Alison Bailey

  He came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, giving me a gentle kiss on my cheek. “You know what?” he asked playfully.

  “What?”

  “I gotta girl in my room.” I felt his smile against my cheek.

  “Somehow I don’t think that’s a rare occurrence.”

  “I’ve never had a girl in my room, unless you count my mom and Miss Sally, and trust me, neither one of them have seen girl-dom in a long, long time.”

  Turning round in his arms to face him, I asked, “Who’s Miss Sally?”

  “The maid, she comes a few times a week. But today is her day off,” he said winking at me.

  Narrowing my eyes, I asked suspiciously, “So, I’m really the first girl you’ve ever had in your room?”

  “The one and only.”

  “Why have I been granted this honor?”

  “Because, you’re special to me,” he said as he gave me a sweet smile.

  There was sincerity and warmth in his eyes. I could tell he meant what he said. In that moment, he wasn’t the smooth talking high school Casanova. He wasn’t the spoiled brat everyone at school thought he was. He was a sweet boy who made me happy and thought I was special.

  “Make yourself comfortable. I’m going to check my email real quick.”

  Kicking off my flats, I scooted up the bed and leaned against the headboard. My gaze roamed around the room taking everything in before it landed on Brad sitting at his desk. He was even hot checking email. When he finished, he turned his chair around to face me.

  “So, what do you want to do now?” I asked.

  He slid off the chair on to his knees, crawling on all fours across the floor and up the bed to me. “Oh, there are several things I want to do now.” He waggled his eyebrows. And just like that, the Casanova was back.

  I started laughing. “I left myself wide open for that one.”

  “Oh Beautiful, I have about ten responses to that running through my head. All dirty. You’re killing me.” I slapped his arm and laughed. “Let’s listen to some music,” he said, kissing the tip of my nose before jumping off the bed and walking over to his impressive sound system. To my surprise, the awesome voice of Tracy Chapman filled the air. I always pegged Brad as a pop music kind of guy. That’s usually what was playing in his car. I was impressed with his choice today.

  “I love this CD,” I said.

  “Yeah, she’s awesome.”

  Shaking my head, I looked up at him. “You surprise me.”

  He smirked as he walked back to his desk and sat. He playfully said, “Why, because I like music with soul and meaning? I’m not just a pretty face with an amazing body, Beautiful.”

  “I know that,” I said, smiling slightly.

  We listened to the music in silence for a while. I had decided to try and talk to Brad about something important. I didn’t know if it was because I wanted to finally get to know another side of him or because I wanted to keep us busy talking, so things wouldn’t get as hot and heavy as they were getting downstairs.

  “What are you going to be when you grow up?”

  Brad tilted the chair back, looking up like he was contemplating this question with great thought. “A fireman and a clown. No, wait a minute. I don’t want to be a clown. They’re scary as hell. Maybe a…”

  “I’m serious. Why do you always do that?”

  “Do what?” he asked while twisting his chair from side to side.

  “Whenever I’ve tried to talk to you about anything serious, you always make a joke, and we drop it.”

  “I have my entire adult life to be serious. Why start now?”

  We stared at each other. I couldn’t pinpoint what was different about today, but when I looked at Brad I wanted more than a physical connection with him. Maybe this is what ‘moving on’ felt like.

  The air changed in the room, just like it had before while we were downstairs. I was extremely aware of the increasing pace of my heartbeat as I saw Brad’s eyes run up and down my body. Just his look made the butterflies in my stomach wake up. I took in a big gulp of air when the tip of his tongue slid across his bottom lip. Clearing my throat, I broke the silence, and returned to my questioning.

  “Answer the question.”

  “I guess a lawyer.” He sounded very dispassionate.

  “You don’t sound very happy about it.”

  “Both my parents are lawyers. My granddad on my father’s side was a lawyer. My brother will be a lawyer. I’ve always been told I was going to be a lawyer too.” A sense of hopelessness clouded his words and tone of his voice. It was as if he had no say-so in his future, whatsoever. He turned his attention back to his laptop, ending our conversation.

  I closed my eyes and laid my head against the headboard, concentrating on the music. I could feel his gaze on me. My eyes shot open when I heard the creek of the chair as Brad got up. He walked over to the dresser and began to empty his pockets, placing the items on top.

  I felt bad about the questions I asked earlier. When I saw the sadness in Brad’s eyes I should have been a friend and asked him if he wanted to talk about it. Instead, I just let it go. I looked up at him still standing at the dresser, his back was to me.

  “So you don’t sound like you really want to be a lawyer. What do you want to be?” There was some trepidation in my voice.

  Spinning around, he held his hands up, palms facing out, and said, “A dancer!” In the blink of an eye fun Brad was back.

  I did a full blown belly laugh. “You’re crazy.”

  “Damn straight, Beautiful. Crazy for the dance.” He began gyrating his hips as he walked toward me. “I got the music in me and its gotsta get out!”

  He grabbed the hem of his shirt and slowly peeled it off, tossing it to the side, a la striptease. Wow, his body was insane. His chest was smooth and toned. His abs and V were not as prominent as Noah’s, but they were there, and they were very nice.

  I was laughing so hard my sides started hurting. I couldn’t think straight. He continued to gyrate all the way to the foot of the bed. Leaning over, he grabbed my ankles, pulling me down towards him. Crawling up the bed and over my body, Brad hovered just above me, his hands on either side of my head. He leaned towards me slightly, as if he were doing a pushup, and asked in all seriousness, “Why are you laughing at my dream?”

  “I’m not laughing at your dream. It’s a very nice dream. I just never pictured you as Lord of the Dance,” I said, trying hard to contain my laughter. His sapphire stare causing me to heat up.

  “Oh yeah. The sequins, the jazz hands, the tights. It’s what I live for.”

  “I apologize for mocking your dream,” I said, a smile playing across my lips.

  “I am very hurt and offended. But, I can think of twenty-five ways you can make it up to me,” he looked up as if something had just dawned on him. “Wait, twenty-five and a half ways.” He shot me a wink.

  I rolled my eyes and continued to smile up at him. He really was fun, besides being terribly cute, sexy, and half naked.

  He lowered his body a little closer and began running his nose along mine. Teasing me, he dipped his lips close to mine, but didn’t touch them. He wanted me to come to him. I raised my head up capturing his lips with mine. We broke contact for a split second as he adjusted his position, laying beside me, using his elbow to prop himself up.

  As our lips reconnected, I ran my hands over his ripped abdomen and up his chest, until they found their way into his hair. He let out several moans while they made their way up his body. Pressing on the back of his head, I pushed him closer to me as our tongues took turns going in and out of each other’s mouths. It was like we couldn’t taste each other fast enough. My actions were completely my body responding to his. This was one reason why I didn’t think it was a good idea for us to be in his bedroom. Whenever Brad touched me, my brain shut off and I just felt him. This scared me because I felt overwhelmed with sensations and out of control.

  The music had stopped, replaced
by heavy breathing and moans.

  “I really like you, Amanda,” he said between kisses.

  “I really like you too,” I said between moans.

  We both gasped between kisses, drawing in as much oxygen as we could, trying to catch our breath. Brad brought his left hand up and cupped the side of my face. He pulled his lips from mine, tugging my bottom lip as he broke away.

  He looked down at me and whispered, “You’re special to me.” Sincerity spilled from his eyes.

  I could feel the warmth cross over every part of my body. Returning his gaze, I trailed my hand down the side of his face to his strong jaw. “There’s more to you than what you let people see,” I whispered.

  He leaned down and brushed my lips with his. His gaze was smoldering and hot. “God, I want you so bad,” he whispered against my lips.

  “You have me. I think of us as close friends.”

  Chuckling, he said, “You’re so damn adorable,” he paused for a moment. “I want to be with you.”

  He started placing light kisses along my jaw, stating in between, “Amanda, you’re so beautiful and sweet.” His lips headed toward my neck. “…and hot.” He moved to below my ear. “I’m going to explode if I don’t get inside of you soon.” He nipped at my earlobe, and then returned to my lips, keeping me from saying anything. I couldn’t think straight or talk. All I could do was feel and react. Every part of my body was throbbing.

  His hand slid down to my breast. As he massaged it, his thumb ran over my hard covered nipple. My nipples were standing at attention. He started nibbling across my jaw, again. Now was my chance to say something. This was getting out of hand fast and I needed to stop it from going farther. But no words came out of my mouth, only moans. I didn’t want him to stop.

  Using a low gravelly voice, he said, “Take your shirt and bra off. I need to get my mouth on your gorgeous tits.”

  It was as if my body had been taken over by aliens. I didn’t seem to have any control over what I was doing. I continued to struggle with my thoughts and my gut feeling, but my body ignored them and succumbed to the sensations. It felt amazing. He felt amazing. He watched as I began to unbutton my shirt, his eyes eager and hungry.

  Once my torso was exposed, he ran his hand up the middle of it. As I lifted up slightly he slip the shirt over my shoulders and down my arms, tossing it to the floor. His hands ran over my breasts, then my shoulders, finally landing on my back, and unclasped my bra. I had never been completely naked in front of a boy before. Even with the heavy make out sessions we had done, I always had enough control to keep my clothes on.

  Brad slid the straps down my arm and threw my bra to the side. He looked down at me as if he wanted to devour every inch of my body. His chest heaved up and down as his breaths were coming out shallow and quick. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he panted, just before his mouth descended on my nipple.

  I laced my fingers through his soft hair as he wrapped his lips securely around my nipple, sucking on it hard at the same time he ran his tongue over it roughly. Waves of electricity ran through my body. I arched my back and put pressure on the back of his head, pushing myself farther into his mouth. I was so wet at this point, I was afraid it was going to seep through my jeans.

  I felt Brad’s hand begin to trail down my stomach, landing on the button of my jeans. I wanted him to take them off and keep going. I cared for him a lot and was incredibly attracted to him. He freed the button and slowly pulled the zipper down. Involuntarily, my hand flew to the top of his. He stopped and looked at me with smoldering eyes. I gave him a slight smile and moved my hand away from his.

  He began to nibble, suck, and lick his way down my body. I closed my eyes, my body absorbing every sensation caused by his hands and mouth. Just as I was about to get completely lost in the feel of Brad’s body and touch, the fact that his mother was downstairs flashed across my mind.

  “Maybe we should stop. I mean your… um…we’re not alone,” I said, my voice raspy.

  “It’s okay. No one will bother us.” A shiver ran through me, giving him all the permission he needed to continue.

  I couldn’t believe this was happening. I still had thoughts of stopping it from going farther, but the words wouldn’t come out of my mouth. My eyes began to flutter shut when I felt tears running down my temples. Noah invaded my mind. I was thinking how much I wanted this to be him. How it should be him. But it’s not and won’t ever be. I felt cool air hit my legs as my jeans slid down and off. I was completely naked except for my panties.

  Brad was sitting between my legs, resting back on his heels. His fingers slip under the top of my panties and then pulled them off. He performed one continuous lick the entire way up my body. His tongue stopped at one of my nipples, circling it before his lips sucked it into his mouth, all while pinching my other nipple. He pulled away slightly before plunging toward me, devouring my lips while he began to grind between my legs. I couldn’t get over how hard he was. My hands found the button of his jeans. I struggled to undo it. Brad pulled away from me and stood up.

  He quickly removed his jeans and boxers. I rose up on my elbows and looked at him. I had never seen a completely naked guy before. It was mesmerizing. A huge smile crossed his face when he saw how large my eyes had gotten at the sight of him. He opened the drawer of his bedside table and grabbed a condom, put it on, and was back on top of me in a flash.

  He buried his head in the crook of my neck and slowly pushed into me. At first it felt weird, but as he moved in more and more I got used to it. Then with one forceful thrust a stabbing pain ran through my body causing me to cry out. I felt tears run down the sides of my face. Brad didn’t react to my obvious pain and began to move faster and faster. The pain started to disappear and pleasure took its place.

  I wrapped my arms around his neck as Brad bounced me up and down on the bed. The area between my hips to the top of my thighs began to heat up. My body tightened and I felt a pressure inside of me build. My body got tighter and tighter as the pressure and heat increased. Then what felt like a giant contraction took over my body. My toes clenched, my nipples got even harder, and I was throbbing and convulsing inside. I was soaking wet. His thrusts got faster as he slid deeper into me. My legs started shaking and wave after wave of contractions went through me as I cried out Brad’s name. I heard one muffled grunt and then his body stiffened before collapsing on top of me. We stayed that way for several minutes, both trying to slow our breaths down. Brad lifted his head to look at me, but never said a word. He smiled just before climbing off, causing me to wince a little as he slid out of me. I watched as he removed the condom and threw it into the trashcan.

  I was startled by a noise I heard out in the hall. I looked up at Brad and asked in a low voice, “You locked the door, didn’t you?”

  “I’m pretty sure I did.” He threw on his jeans and slipped his shirt over his head as he walked to the door. I saw him place his hand on the doorknob jiggling it to make sure it was locked. I leaning over the side of the bed looking for where my clothes and underwear had landed when the door suddenly swung open.

  My head shot up and it felt as if all the blood had drained from my vital organs. Standing in front of me were Brad’s two friends, Jeremy and Spencer. I scrambled to grab the comforter and cover myself.

  Jeremy took one step toward me then said to Brad, “Shit! I don’t believe it. You won again.” Brad and Spencer burst out laughing.

  I was so shocked I wasn’t able to comprehend what was happening. I watched as Spencer reached in his front pocket, pulled out a wad of cash, and slapped it into Brad’s palm.

  Looking up at Brad I asked, “What’s going on?” My voice was so shaky and weak, I didn’t recognize it.

  Brad stepped forward, trying to stifle a laugh, and answered, “It’s just a little friendly bet between some of us on the team.”

  “This is the third time in a row that this son of a bitch has won,” Jeremy said.

  Brad shrugged his shoulders. “What can I
say? I’m a natural.”

  “Yeah, well, we almost didn’t get into see it with our own eyes, so this fuck was almost disqualified. Your mom had locked the front door. You better be glad we knew where the extra house key was hidden.”

  My body started to shake uncontrollably as tears spilled down my cheeks. They were carrying on a conversation like I wasn’t even there, like I was a thing, not a person.

  “Sorry about that. I wasn’t expecting her to come home,” Brad said.

  “So on the cherry scale, how high does the sweet Amanda rate?” Spencer asked.

  All three guys stood there watching me have a nervous breakdown, completely unaffected by what they had done to me.

  A huge smile crossed Brad’s face. “Sweet Amanda was fucktastic. I’d give her a nine point seven five out of ten.”

  “Bravo!” Jeremy and Spencer said in unison. All three started to slowly clap their hands.

  The look on Brad’s face was disgusting. He looked as if he had done me a favor, like I should be honored that he rated me so high on his sleazy scale.

  “We’ll give you some privacy so you can get dressed and leave,” he said.

  Jeremy and Spencer left the room followed by Brad. He turned to face me, lingering in the doorway. I was trembling and tears drenched my cheeks, but no sounds of sobs came out of me. This felt like an out of body experience. Physically I knew what had happened to me, but my mind wasn’t ready to process it.

  Looking up at Brad, I asked, “Why? I liked you. I thought we were friends.” My voice was weak, almost inaudible.

  “It’s just sex, Amanda. It’s no big deal,” his voice was flat.

  “It was to me,” I said, my voice gaining strength. “I don’t understand. Where’s the boy I’ve been spending so much time with who was sweet and made me laugh?”

  Looking into his eyes I thought I saw a hint of remorse flash through them, but then he said, “Me and the guys want to go grab something to eat, so if you could hurry up, that’d be great.” Then he shut the door, ignoring my question completely.