by Anthology
“Bed.”
“Yes,” I agreed, moving us away from the wall.
Drew wrapped her long legs around my waist and I walked us both to my bedroom and laid her sideways on the bed, not bothering to turn on the lights. I spread her legs and crawled on my stomach to lick her swollen clit. She squirmed under my touch and grabbed a fist full of my hair in her hand as I swirled my tongue over her clit. Lifting her pelvis, wanting more, I obliged and slipped two fingers inside her.
“Oh, yes, just like that,” she whimpered on the verge of orgasm.
I gently nipped her clit with my teeth and she screamed my name as she came. I slipped back inside her as my mouth found her nipple and sucked. Her head was over the edge of the bed, her arms overhead with her hands touching the floor.
“I love your cock inside me,” she said in a low sexy voice. “Fuck me harder, Liam.”
“Shit, Drew,” I strained, picking up the pace of my thrust. I wasn’t ready to come. I didn’t want to leave her yet. “Get on top of me.”
I withdrew from inside her and lay on my back. Drew straddled me, taking the base of my cock in her hand, she slowly slid down, taking all of me. Then she began to gyrate in a circle. It felt good, but I needed more. “Bounce up and down on me,” I said, placing my hands on her thighs.
She gave me a wicked grin and obliged, leaning on my chest and kissing me while she continued working my dick. It didn’t take long before my orgasm exploded, filling her with hot, sticky cum. Drew didn’t stop. She kept on moving on top of me, digging her nails into my shoulders as she came again.
We were a perspiration soaked mess of naked limbs, lying in bed, trying to catch our breath. “What are you doing here?” I asked between shallow breaths.
She dropped her arm over her forehead replying, “I needed to see you.”
“Well, you’ve seen me,” I laughed, motioning to my naked body.
Rolling over on her side, Drew propped her head up on her hand and looked down at me. “We rarely talk anymore, Liam. What’s happening to us?”
“There isn’t an us, Drew. We both agreed it was best to follow our own pursuits,” I reminded her.
She was silent for a while, mulling something over in her brain. I only wished I could know what she was thinking. Finally she said, “I’ve been asked to go to Paris for six months. They have me lined up for a photo spread in French Vogue and I’ll do some runway shows while I’m there.”
“So is this your quick goodbye fuck before you hop on a plane?” I asked irritated, feeling used.
“No! I was hoping you’d come with me,” she replied in a wounded voice.
Closing my eyes, I groaned. “We’ve been through this.”
“We can be together in Europe. They don’t know our connection.” Drew sat up and crossed her legs. Reaching for my hand she said, “You can defer college for six months. Please say you’ll come with me. I haven’t been with another man since you left California. I can’t forget about you, Liam.”
“I can’t forget about you either,” I admitted. “When are you scheduled to leave?”
“I take off from Boston-Logan in twenty-four hours.”
She was doing it to me all over again, and it pissed me off. I swung my legs over the side of the bed, placing my feet on the floor.
“Where are you going?” she asked, as I walked out of the room.
“I need a drink,” I replied, not looking back.
Drew followed me into the kitchen. “Don’t be mad at me, Will.”
“Stop calling me Will,” I hissed in warning. “You’re so selfish! You think you can just show up after four months and fuck me senseless, and that makes everything alright? Do you think I’m that gullible that I’ll just fall into line like a love-sick puppy who will do whatever you want?” I yelled, slamming the glass on the counter with so much force, it shattered and cut me. I was so angry, I didn’t even realize I was bleeding.
“Liam!” Drew shouted, rushing over to examine my wound. She pushed me over to the sink and turned on the faucet, placing my hand under the running water, the blood swirled down the drain.
“Leave it,” I whispered.
She didn’t listen. Instead she grabbed a paper towel and dried my hand. “Do you have a first aid kit?”
“I’ll get it,” I responded, holding the towel against the cut to stop the bleeding.
I grabbed the kit from the bathroom. Drew sat me down on the sofa and bandaged my hand. “This is certainly a change of pace,” she mused, closing the lid to the kit. “You’re always the one who takes care of me. Guess I’m not so selfish after all.”
“I don’t need your help. I’m perfectly fine on my own.” I knew I should apologize for my outburst, but I couldn’t find the courage to do it. I felt abandoned—again. I had to cut her out of my life or I would never be able to have a normal relationship with another woman. “Get dressed and get out,” I seethed.
“Why won’t you talk to me?” she questioned, on the edge of tears.
“Contrary to popular belief, the world does not revolve around you. You can’t expect me to drop everything to follow you half way around the world so you can fulfill some little fantasy of us playing house,” I said calmly with a venomous bite.
The tears were now streaming down her face as she shook her head in disbelief.
“Go!” I yelled.
She rushed into the bedroom, haphazardly dressed and ran from my apartment. As the door closed, I leaned back on the sofa and let out a hot breath. Mission accomplished. Drew needed to go on this journey alone. I wouldn’t have her regret taking me with her, because I knew if I did, I’d only fall in love with her more. I couldn’t let that happen. She depended on me too much and I needed to stop being her Superman.
Chapter 6
It was a few days before Christmas, and I didn’t give a damn. Since I pushed Drew away, my grades had begun to slide. I felt lost. The only comfort was a leather bound journal I’d been writing in non-stop to try and cope with my feelings—love, loss, regret. They are each powerful emotions, but all together they destroyed me.
The persistent knock on the door was annoying. “Go away!” I yelled.
“Liam, open this door now!” a female voice demanded from the hallway.
Relived it was my sister and not Drew, I begrudgingly shuffled to the door and unlocked it.
Alex walked inside my apartment and looked me up and down. I was wearing sweat pants and an old tee shirt. My hair was disheveled, I’d grown a beard and hadn’t showered for a few days. “You look like shit,” she quipped, taking off her coat.
“Nice to see you too,” I remarked with sarcasm.
“Why aren’t you coming home for Christmas?”
“I don’t feel like it,” I replied, following her into my living room. I plopped down on the sofa.
“What the hell happened to you? You look like some crazy hermit. Is Harvard that stressful?” Alex questioned.
For some reason her interrogation struck me as funny, and I laughed.
“You’ve lost it,” Alex muttered. “Give me a suitcase. I’m packing your things and taking you home. You need some sun.”
“I appreciate your concern, Alex. Unfortunately you’ve wasted your trip. I’m not coming home.”
She took a seat next to me. Placing her arm around my shoulder she said, “Please talk to me. I want to help you.”
“There’s nothing you can do about a broken heart.”
She gave me a curious look. “You’ve met someone here in Boston?”
“No.”
“Really, Liam, I’ve left my crystal ball at home. Stop being so cryptic.”
“It’s Drew.”
“Drew is in Paris. What does she have to do with this?”
“I’m in love with her.”
Alex brushed off my comment. “You’ve always had a crush on her, even when you were a kid.”
“It’s more than that. Do you remember that weekend we took off for Malibu and you stayed
behind?”
The realization of what I was trying to confess finally dawned on Alex, who placed her hand over her mouth. “Oh my God, you two had sex?”
I nodded my head in affirmation.
“Shit…What…How?”
“It just happened. Right or wrong, it happened and it was amazing. She said she loved me and asked me to stay in L.A. I couldn’t do it. I didn’t want her to give up her dream. I certainly didn’t want to give up mine.”
Alex nodded her head, still mulling over the revelation in her brain. “Okay, you’re not actually related, so I guess it wasn’t wrong. It is definitely taboo, though.”
“Thanks for making me feel better,” I dead panned.
“Christ, Liam, what do you want me to say?” she asked in an exasperated tone.
“I was doing fine, until Drew showed up on my doorstep a couple weeks ago. She asked me to go to Europe with her so we could be a couple. She figured we’d have an easier time of it over there than here in America.”
“And you said no again.”
I nodded.
“But you wanted to go?”
I nodded again.
Alex made a fist and punched me in the arm.
“Ouch! What did you do that for?”
“You’re an idiot. If you love her and want to be with her—go! Harvard will still be here when you get back. You want to be a writer. You don't need a degree from Harvard to do that. You can write anywhere in the world. I suggest you go do it in Paris. I mean it’s where all the great writers hung out back in the day.”
I stared at my sister in amazement. “You don’t think I’m crazy to want to be with Drew?”
“It’s certainly unconventional, but not crazy. Drew is probably right. You should have more anonymity in Paris than you’ll get here.”
Reaching over, I gave Alex a hug and then kissed her on the cheek. “Thank you.”
“Well, what are you waiting for? Imagine what a great Christmas present you’ll be.”
I leapt up from the sofa and grabbed a suitcase from the coat closet. I went into my bedroom and started to pack. I looked up to see Alex leaning against the door jamb.
“Ah, you might want to get a shower and shave. You kinda have this Charlie Manson thing going on,” she recommended pointing at her face. “Really not attractive and rather suspicious to the T.S.A.”
Smirking at her, I took a pillow off the bed and threw it in her direction. She caught it and then walked over to me, placing it back on the bed. Alex put her arm around me and gave me a squeeze. “I love you little brother.”
“I love you, too.”
“Go get washed up. I’ll finish packing for you.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
I hopped in the shower and let me mind wander as the water sprayed over my skin. Could this really work? Could I live like Hemingway, Fitzgerald and Miller? The idea was exciting. Being with the woman I loved, walking along the Seine, roaming the streets of Paris, making love all night long—the idea was intoxicating.
An hour later, Alex and I were sharing a cab to the airport. Once we finished our T.S.A. screening, we had to part ways. Alex gave me a hug and then placed her hand on my clean-shaven cheek. “Good luck and Merry Christmas.” She slipped a piece of paper in my coat pocket and walked away. I watched her disappear in the crowd. I fished the note out of my pocket, curious to see what she’d written. I read the note and chuckled. I now had Drew’s address.
Chapter 7
I stood on Rue Bonaparte, across the street from Drew’s apartment, excited and terrified in equal measure. It was evening, yet the city was brimming with a flurry of activity. I jutted across the busy street and entered the building. I spied the elevator banks straight ahead. Inside the open carriage Drew was placing her arms around an older man’s neck, her shoes dangling from one of her hands. He was clad in a tuxedo. She wore short skirt and blouse. Her coat was on the floor. Before I could see what happened next, the door closed. I felt sick to my stomach. Dropping my bag, I leaned over, placing my hands on my knees. I’d flown all the way from Boston, only to find Drew in the arms of another man. I guess she never really loved me after all.
In a daze, I grabbed my bag and walked out of the building. The crisp air helped snap me back to reality. Needing a place to stay, I walked along Rue Bonaparte until I found a hotel. It was no frills, but I didn’t care. I just needed a bed to sleep in. I was pleasantly surprised to find they had a bar. It was the first place I visited after I paid for my room and got the key.
The bar was quiet. An old man sat in a corner booth, smoking a cigar, and keeping an eye on the place. Two women sat at the end of the bar, chatting. I took the first available seat, motioning for the bartender. He approached me asking me something in French, which I didn’t understand. “I’ll take a whisky.” He poured the glass and set in front of me. I motioned for him to leave the bottle and threw fifty euros on the counter.
I was working on my third glass when the two women at the end of the bar approached me. “Why do you look so glum?” the brunette asked in broken English.
The other woman, a red head, crossed behind me saying, “It’s Christmas Eve, you should be happy.”
“I think you should join me for a drink and we can all get drunk and happy together,” I replied.
“We only drink champagne,” the first woman informed me.
Motioning to the bartender, I said, “We’ll take a bottle of champagne.” The women sat down and I asked, “What are your names?”
The woman on my right said, “I’m Gabrielle.”
The woman on my left said, “I’m Sabine.”
“Ladies, you can call me Will.” I raised my glass in a toast. “Merry Christmas.”
We drank, talked and flirted for an hour or two. They were good looking women and I needed to forget, so I propositioned them. “What do you say we go back to my room?”
“Lead the way, handsome,” Gabrielle replied.
We stumbled to my room, laughing. Once inside, I flipped on the lights and tossed my bag on the floor. Sabine backed me up against the wall. Running her fingers through my hair she asked, “Are you a model? You are so very good looking.”
I laughed at the irony. “No, I’m not a fucking model.”
“Maybe an actor,” Gabrielle chimed in, running her hand over my chest. “You look like that American actor—the one in all the action movies.”
I was tired of talking. They wouldn’t learn anything about my life. I wouldn’t let them in. I pulled Gabrielle against me and kissed her. Next, I did the same thing to Sabine. The women smiled seductively at me, and then turned to face each other and kissed. My cock twitched as I watched their lips move in unison and their tongues touch. “Take off your clothes,” I said, my voice soothing and warm. “I want to see you naked.”
They began undressing each other. It was the most seductive thing I’d ever witnessed. A slow striptease that got me all hot and bothered. Sabine wore a purple leather corset and thigh-high stockings. Gabrielle dressed in a purple lacy teddy. It dawned on me that I had just picked up two French prostitutes. I didn’t even care. At least love wouldn’t be a part of this dalliance.
Gabrielle lay back on the bed, while Sabine crawled on top of her. She licked her nipple through the lace teddy before slipping the thin strap over her shoulder to bare her breast. Next Sabine laved the erect peak and then bit it with her teeth. Gabrielle moaned from the pleasure. Sabine giggled, moving down Gabrielle’s stomach, nestling herself between Gabrielle’s legs. Pushing her thighs open wide, Sabine pushed the fabric of the teddy aside and began licking Gabrielle’s clit.
I unzipped my pants, to free my throbbing cock from its confines and sat in the chair memorized as Sabine coaxed her friend to orgasm. “Sabine, turn around so Gabrielle can eat your pussy,” I instructed, taking my dick in my hand. Both women took off their lingerie and straddled each other in the sixty-nine position—moaning and panting together. I spit on my palm and then began to stroke myse
lf. Sabine looked up and crooked her finger for me to join them. They were both lying on their backs, their legs raised in the air, crossed at the ankles, waiting for my cock to fuck them. That’s exactly what I did. I slipped into Gabrielle first and moved in and out, slow and steady. Then I stepped aside and did the same to Sabine.
“Harder, Will,” she moaned.
I flipped her over on her knees and plowed into her, hard and fast, grasping onto her hips for balance. Gabrielle got on her hands and knees and began to kiss Sabine, while I continued to fuck her from behind. Shit, they had me so hard, I was going to come very soon. “Get on the floor and suck my dick,” I ordered, pulling out of Sabine and tossing the condom on the bed.
The women crouched on their heels, each one licking my dick up and down the shaft. Gabrielle fondled my balls, while Sabine took me into her mouth. It was warm and wet and she sucked like a champ. Gabrielle got greedy and pulled me out of Sabine’s mouth and began sucking, swirling her tongue over my swollen head. I placed my hands on her head and pulled her closer, making her deep throat me. She made a gagging sound and I climaxed inside her mouth. “Don’t swallow it,” I hissed between gritted teeth as I rode out the waves of my orgasm.
I pulled out, gasping for breath, and watched as Gabrielle stood up and opened Sabine’s mouth with her hand. Then she let my cum slide out of her mouth and into Gabrielle’s mouth, who swallowed my load, licking her lips afterwards.
“I’m taking a shower. Feel free to spend the night if you want,” I told them, as I walked away.
When I came back into the room thirty minutes later, the women were sleeping on top of the comforter, spooning each other. I reached in my wallet. I only had two hundred euros on me. I took the money and tossed it on the bed, grabbed my bag and left the hotel.
Approaching the concierge, I asked, “Is it possible for you to book a ticket to Boston for me before I take off to the airport?”
The man began tapping away on the computer keyboard, a frown on his face. “I am sorry, sir. Due to the holiday, the first flight won’t be until noon tomorrow.”
