“Tell me about it. And you're leaving me for how long? Six days?” I widened my eyes to emphasize my pain.
“I'm sorry, baby. I'll make it up to you. Add another six hours to my tab.”
Damn, I dreaded her leaving for so long. It was painful enough to have to see her in class with other people around and not be able to rip her clothes off. But, the up side to her leaving for six days was I might actually be able to focus on studying again.
I walked into the living room, hoping to run to the stairs.
“Hey guys!” Susie said. “I invited Tyler over. He's gonna go take a shower first because he's been working on a car all day.”
“Workin' on a car?” Michael's eyes perked up.
Michael and I proceeded to talk about cars for a few minutes. He offered to pay me to look at his transmission. Corbie and Jacinda asked me some questions after Michael was finished. I realized I could probably make extra money working on cars at a discounted rate in my spare time, undercutting shops around town that liked to take advantage of college students.
After a few more minutes, and two shots of rum that I took upon Corbie's insistence, I excused myself to go upstairs to the shower in Susie’s master bathroom.
“I’ll show you where everything is,” Susie said, following me as if I'd never taken a shower at her house before.
“Oh yeah! You guys have fun up there!” I heard Michael teasing us as we left the living room. Soon, the three of them were laughing and yelling at us, telling us to have fun in the shower. I could tell they'd been drinking for a while. I wondered if it was already obvious to everyone that Susie and I were fucking.
“Sorry about that,” she said. We were at the top of the stairs. “Corbie had this huge bottle of rum and one thing led to another. But I'm not drinking. Someone has to drive everyone home. Hopefully at a decent hour.”
I followed her through her bedroom into the bathroom. “I wish you'd get in here with me,” I said as I opened the shower curtain.
“I wish I could.” She looked at my clothes. “Need me to wash something? I'm doing a load of laundry soon. I have a few clean shirts that'll fit you. And maybe some sweatpants.”
“Just wash this shirt. You gonna kick me outta here with everybody else? Or do I get to stay the night?” I turned on the water in the shower to let it warm up.
“I'm not sure,” she said. “I really need to finish packing.” She bit the inside of her cheek. She always seemed nervous when she mentioned her trip. I was dying to ask about it but she’d already shut me down on two separate occasions.
“Okay.” I took off my shirt and handed it to her.
“Damn,” she said.
Her eyes went up and down my chest as she held my shirt. I turned around and leaned into the shower to wash my hands with a bar of soap. Then I shut off the water and turned around to face her, reaching for a towel to dry my hands.
“You like what you see?” I asked. With my left hand, I pulled out the waist band of her pants. My right hand wasted no time going inside those pants.
“Tyler!” She smiled as she stepped out with her left leg to give me more room between her legs. “You know I have people downstairs.” She half-laughed and half-moaned her words.
“But that doesn't mean you want me to stop, does it?”
“No.” She closed her eyes as my finger rubbed her clit. “But I need to get back downstairs or they'll wonder where I …..” She stopped talking and squealed loudly as my fingers went faster.
“You're already so wet,” I whispered.
“Oh yeah?” She looked in my eyes, her mouth hanging open.
I took my fingers out of her pants and tasted them, then immediately took her hand. “I'm not done with you, honey.” I pulled her along with me to the bedroom.
“I don't have time!”
“It won't take long. Take these pants off and do what I say.” One of the many things I’d learned the previous weekend was that she loved it when I bossed her around in bed.
“Shit,” she said under her breath. Her eyes were wide open, staring at me as she pulled her pants and panties to the floor and stepped out of them.
I gently pushed her onto the bed on her back with her legs hanging off the side, her feet almost touching the floor. I got on my knees on the floor and pulled her close to me so her pussy was in my face. My fingers spread her lips wide, exposing her swollen clit so I could really work it with my tongue.
She moaned loudly when she felt my tongue. I wanted to get her off as quickly as possible so she could get back to the people downstairs, even though it didn't matter to me if they all knew what was happening in her bedroom.
“You're soooooo good at that, Tyler.” Susie moaned her words as my tongue licked her clit in circles. I sucked on it while I licked her, then I put three fingers inside her pussy, moving them in and out to penetrate her.
“Stop!” she yelled. “Just fuck me. Please?”
“But I wanna get you off.”
“Just fuck me. Okay?”
I reached into my pocket and got out a condom. I'd made a conscious effort to carry condoms with me at all times since Susie came into my life.
In less than ten seconds, my jeans and boxer shorts were around my ankles as I pulled her hips toward me and rammed my cock inside of her.
“Uhh!” I loved the high-pitched squeal I got to hear when I hit the right spot inside her. It'd only been two days since the last time but it felt like an eternity.
I watched as she reached down to her clit with her right hand.
“That's really hot,” I said.
Susie smiled up at me as her fingers rubbed her clit. Almost instantly, her head rolled back against the bed. Her chest rose and fell sharply as she breathed. I'd never seen her have that reaction so quickly before. She moved her hips, grinding against me as I pounded her.
I watched her huge tits bounce under her loose white t-shirt. I pushed the shirt up to see her breasts and stomach. I always loved to see her when I fucked her. Her stomach was soft and feminine. It bounced slightly along with her breasts when I slammed into her. I wanted to reach down to touch it but my arms were busy holding her legs apart.
“Oh Tyler!” Her pussy tightened, grabbing my dick as she climaxed. I got off as soon as she yelled my name. I could tell Susie was trying to stifle her sounds but I sure wasn’t. It didn’t matter to me if the people downstairs heard everything.
I propped myself up over her as she lay on the bed. I thought about telling her I loved her.
She threw her arms around me and kissed me. I let my body fall on top of her a little to get closer, careful not to let my full weight rest on her. I loved the feel of her soft body against me.
We kissed in that position on the bed until a voice in the hallway interrupted us.
“Hey, uh… Susie? Are you guys coming back downstairs?” It was Jacinda.
Susie turned her face away from me. “I’ll be right there!”
I pushed myself off the bed and pulled Susie up to a standing position.
“Sorry,” I said. “I couldn't wait til later. You're too tempting.”
She shook her head as she pulled her pants back on. “What am I gonna do with you, Tyler?” Then she ran out of the room.
A few minutes later, as hot water ran down over me in the shower, I thought of plenty of things she could do with me. First, she could tell me where she was going over midterm break for six whole days. Then, she could agree to be my girlfriend so we could stop sneaking around and just be open about how much we wanted each other. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could go on hiding my feelings.
Fifteen minutes later I was downstairs playing a drinking game. I liked the other people in Susie's circle of friends more as I got to know them. Corbie was cool. He was laid back and easy to get along with. I paid close attention to the exchanges between them. Aside from him drunkenly hugging her a little too long, their relationship seemed pretty innocent. I didn’t feel nearly as jealous as I had before.<
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Jacinda seemed like a sweet girl. She held her own with the guys, much like Susie. And she drank like a man three times her size. She was a little taller than Susie but she looked anorexic. Her hair was dark brown and came just to her shoulders. When she got up to go to the bathroom she almost fell down, but she laughed hysterically when Michael helped her up. Susie later plied her with glasses of water and told her to stop drinking because she didn't want her to throw up in her car when she drove her home.
Michael was hilarious as usual. Several times he made me laugh so hard I almost choked. He called me “Indian boy” more than once. I wondered if he didn't know it wasn't an offensive term. I liked that he didn’t stare at Susie’s chest all the time like Corbie did. Michael and Susie seemed to have a relationship like brother and sister.
Even though they'd all known each other for two or three years, I felt like I fit right in after a week. I made plans to hang out with Michael and Corbie during midterm break. I got a weird look from Susie when Corbie invited me to go out on Friday night to celebrate the birthday of someone I’d never met. I hoped she was jealous. Just because she was leaving for six days it didn't mean I had to sit around and wait for her with nothing better to do than think about her and jack off every night.
A few hours later, around 10:30, I was alone with Susie in her Crown Vic. We'd just driven everyone home, telling them I was the last one to be dropped off. I would've rather just told them the truth.
"You can spend the night," she said, "but you'll need to stay downstairs when I pack. I don't need the distraction."
I had a gut feeling there was another reason she didn't want me to watch her pack. But I was thrilled she wanted me to stay. "So, I can still call you while you're out of town, right?"
"Hmm." She stared straight ahead at the street, biting her lip. "I guess you could try. I'll be pretty busy."
"Busy?"
"Yeah."
"So, you're skipping class for a few days, huh? Do you need me to take notes for you?" I asked.
"Oh, yeah! That'd be great." She nodded, glancing at me in approval.
"It must be pretty important if you're willing to take two extra days. I mean, we only get Thursday and Friday off. But you're taking Wednesday and Monday, too. Can't you wait til Christmas or something? We'll be off for a month."
Susie just shook her head. "No. It'll be alright. So, you're going out with everyone over break?"
Trying to change the subject again?
I tried a few more times, fruitlessly, to get information out of her as we drove back to her house. As soon as we were back, she told me to make myself comfortable downstairs. She handed me some remotes and told me to have fun before she bolted up the stairs.
I turned on the TV. But instead of watching it, I decided it was time to have a little look around the first floor. I only felt bad about it for half a second. My curiosity had gotten the better of me. I turned the volume on the TV down low enough so it sounded like I was busy but I'd still be able to hear her walk down the stairs.
The huge closet in the back of her living room was my starting point. It was almost as big as her massive walk-in closet upstairs. There were stacks of board games, plastic bins filled with CD's and video games, the Rock Band instruments we’d used the week before, and several more pieces of electronic equipment. It was fairly clean and well-organized, but contained nothing unusual as far as I could tell.
Next I walked to the small bedroom that shared a wall with the living room. It contained two dressers. One was completely empty and the other was locked. The closet door was also locked up tight. Damn, Rosita was right. There are a lot of locked doors in this house.
My third stop was the kitchen. Jackpot! She'd left a large, brown leather overnight bag on the counter beside the coffee maker. I stopped, listening for sounds of her packing upstairs. When I heard rustling and drawers slamming I reached for the bag. The zipper had a small lock that required a tiny key to open. Shit! She's thought of everything!
I looked at the lock, wondering if I could jiggle it loose. But, to my surprise, it opened as soon as I tugged on it. Yes! I gently opened the lock and removed it, placing it carefully on the counter. My heart pounded violently as I unzipped the bag. I stopped again to make sure I still heard her upstairs, then I parted the bag and looked inside.
The first thing I saw was a large, clear pouch filled with makeup. I took it out and put it on the counter. Underneath was a small boxy container which zipped around the side. I found nothing but jewelry inside. Then, at the very bottom of the bag, I saw a long, black leather wallet.
I took the wallet out and stopped for a second to listen for sounds. She was still packing noisily upstairs. I unzipped it. The first thing I found was a passport. I found out her middle name was Michelle.
In the wallet next to the passport were airline tickets. I was so excited I almost dropped them. I had no idea she was flying anywhere. I examined them closely. She had to leave the next morning from the airport in Klamath Falls, which I knew was about an hour away. Her flight would leave at 10:00 a.m. to arrive in Portland. Then, she’d catch a flight to Vancouver. Vancouver? At least that explains the passport. As I looked through the rest of her tickets, I saw late Friday night she’d be flying for a total of 12 hours, from Vancouver to an airport in Clarksburg, West Virginia, connecting in Chicago and Washington, DC. She would leave West Virginia on Monday morning to fly over 15 hours to arrive back in Klamath Falls, connecting again in DC and then San Francisco.
I stared at the tickets in amazement. She’d downplayed her extended midterm break like it was no big deal, but in reality she was flying over a large portion of North America for reasons she wouldn’t explain. To me, it was a big deal. I wondered what could be so important in West Virginia she'd fly so many hours just to spend two days there.
Stuck to the side of the wallet was a typed, laminated list. It said "In Case of Emergency" at the top and was pretty well-worn. It made me sad when I realized I was probably looking at her "in case I die in a plane crash" list. At the top was "Lydia McKellan" Her phone number was marked out in pen with another number written beside it that looked international, which agreed with Susie's explanation that Lydia moved to Africa. Next was "Mark McKellan." I made a mental note of his area code to look up later - 919. Next were more names of aunts and uncles she'd told me about - Eugene, Arthur, Bernadette, among other names I didn't recognize. I counted 12 names in total. I tried to remember more area codes - more 919's, several 910's, 816, a few 304's. None of them were familiar to me.
I was fascinated with what I saw when I turned the list over - a bulleted list of number strings with no explanation. I counted five in total. The last one - a string of six numbers - reminded me of the safe my dad kept in his office. Is that what these are? Five different safe combinations? Then I realized they could mean anything. My eyes scanned the kitchen for something to write on.
Attached to her fridge was a pad of paper where she’d started a grocery list. I was about to tear a sheet from it when I heard her bedroom door slowly creak open.
Instantly, I let go of the paper and ran back across the kitchen, trying to make my footsteps silent. I placed the contents of her leather wallet back where I’d found them and zipped the wallet closed. Shit, she's gonna catch me! My heart pounded crazily when I heard footsteps descending the stairs. As fast as possible, I placed the leather wallet where I'd found it. I picked up the jewelry case and laid it on top of wallet.
Then the footsteps stopped. I looked up. Can she see me from the stairs? My stomach felt like it flipped over as acid burned up my throat. Then I heard her groan and run back upstairs.
Whew! I let out a sigh of relief as I put the makeup case back where I’d found it. I couldn’t resist taking one more look inside the bag, even though my palms sweated and I felt like I was gonna vomit. All I saw were pens, brochures saying something about frequent flyer miles, a bottle of generic pain medication, and a few more little bags. Most of them
rattled with change. I picked up one that didn't rattle and unzipped it. Condoms. Shit! My heart sank when I counted six of them. I couldn’t stand the thought of her with anyone else. I thought about taking them until I realized what a horrible idea that would be. We weren't exclusive and she could do whatever she wanted. Would I rather she did it unprotected? No. Damn it!!
I closed the little condom bag and gritted my teeth before tossing it inside. Then I zipped up the large leather bag and put the tiny lock in place, closing it tight. I tried to pull it open like I had so easily before but it wouldn’t budge.
I walked back to the living room and sat on the couch, waiting for Susie. Then I took out my cell phone and typed a note listing the area codes I remembered from her list so I could look them up later.
My stomach churned. I felt acid burn in my throat again. All I could think about were those stupid condoms. I wondered if I should just outright ask her if she was seeing someone else.
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