by Kailin Gow
“Drew,” I say leaning into his chest as he steps in front of me. “I think I just broke up with Astor. I don’t know. For months, we’ve seen each other a few times and then besides from me flying up to see him on location, we haven’t spent much time together. I don’t even know if we were together as a couple, although some of the paparazzi who took pictures of us, classified us that way in some of those tabloids.”
“Shhh,” Drew says, bringing one finger to my lips to hush me. “It’s over, and you did it for a reason. Now don’t worry about it and try to relax.”
“I feel so bad, I feel as though I’ve just committed an awful sin. But I can’t stay this way forever, can’t be so nice to everyone, especially to Astor or you or Nat. To be fair. I can’t be this nice girl all the time and try to not hurt anyone’s feelings…” I look at Drew then and say, “When you became Drew, who didn’t care what anyone thinks bad boy Drew, how did it make you feel?”
“Like I can finally listen to what I want, go after what I want?” Drew says. “Only I went to the extreme of that, sometimes hurting those I care about like Rachel and you because of it…so I changed, to be the kind of guy you and Rachel would be proud of.”
“Drew, I do admit to liking the way you are now a lot more because it’s the Drew I remember from happier times, but I’ve always loved you for who you are in any way that you are. Good boy, bad boy, any kind of boy…as long as you’re still Drew.”
Drew gives me a wry smile and asks, “How does it feel to tell Astor how you feel? To be a ‘bad girl’ for the first time and actually be true to your feelings?”
“Relieved,” I say. “But I did care for him a lot, and I still do, only I can’t be in a relationship like that right now, one that’s in the spotlight, high pressure, and stressful. The last thing I need right now is a relationship where I’m in the spotlight too. I want some time alone and to process everything that’s been happening to me, and being in a relationship with Astor like that only complicates things.”
“So what do you want right now?” Drew asks. “What kind of relationship do you want right now?”
“I can’t handle anymore emotions or complications,” I say truthfully. “I wish I can be just like those girls you used to sleep with, Drew, those girls who hand you their number and just have sex with you and have no worries, no entanglements the next day. Someone my mother would say is, a “bad influence.”
“A bad girl,” Drew’s eyes is burning as he stares at my lips and my eyes. “That’s what you want to be?”
“No complications, no worries, just something I see and like…” I realize I’m throwing his words of yesteryear, the same words he used to defend his man-whore ways to Rachel and I months ago, in his face as I say that. “That’s all I want with anyone right now,” I close my eyes thinking out loud.
“Then you are about to get your birthday wish,” Drew says. “You want that kind of relationship with a guy? You want to experience what it’s like to be one of those girls I used to sleep with? Then, you’re going to get both with me,” he says. “I’m not allowing you to have that kind of relationship with anyone else. No one,” he says, “or I’ll rip his head off. I know you, Summer, and I know all about that kind of thing, casual sex and nothing else. It can be complicated and painful, if you get into it without the right expectations. I don’t want you hurt any further than you are right now, and I’m not even sure you should be doing it, but…”
“I don’t know what I’m doing,” I say, “for once, I’m feeling I just need to be someone else other than me. I don’t want to keep feeling all these emotions. I want to shut it off, not feel anything except something good and pleasurable, something that will help me deal with everything while help me stay focus on what I need to do.” I take a hesitant breath and say, “I need to experience nothingness right now, to shut off my mind. Can you help me get there? Can you help me with this, Drew? Bring out this tougher devil-may-care part of me so I can stop caring about everything and everyone?”
Drew looks conflicted at first, but when I take his hands in mine, and look up into his eyes to read what he is thinking, he stands very still at first before he says, “Your birthday wish is my command. I’ll help you, Summer, I’ll help you in anyway I can, even if I have to lose myself to do it.” He grabs me by the waist then and easily carries me to my bed where he drops me on top. With a big grin on his face, as though he’s just won the lottery of life, he slides on top of me on the bed, slowly brushing his body against my breasts ever so slightly and straightening so that his arms are holding him up inches from me, and it shows off his biceps and muscles from head to waist in a way that has me staring, and my stomach clenching with heated desire. “Like what you see?” Drew asks.
“Drew!” I laugh. “I can’t say no.”
“Good because it’s mutual,” he says, his eyes taking me all in. “And the first rule of thumb in a relationship like the one the girls in the past and I used to have, is mutual respect and fulfilling expectations of both parties. It’s not just about one party getting all the satisfaction, but about both so that it’s mutual, and no one gets hurt. So, if you enjoy looking at my body, I want you to know, I highly enjoy looking at yours too. But it’s not polite to stare…”
“I’m not staring,” I protest.
“…without following it up with something,” Drew tease. “Like this.” His lips are on my stomach and he’s kissing every inch of me there, moving up to the curve of my breast. “Sweetness,” he breathes. “You are as perfect as I pictured you to be. And…” his mouth closes in on my left breast, his tongue flicking my nipple until it is hard. “You taste so good, all I want for dinner, is you.”
His hand shoots out to run his fingers along the inside of my thighs, while his mouth continues the onslaught of my breasts. His fingers reaches underneath my panties, and he pushes it aside to stick two fingers into me, causing me to gasp.
“I take it that was a pleasant surprise,” he chuckle. As his fingers work me from inside, I am almost speechless except with the involuntary moans coming out of me. His tongue is circling each of my nipples, while blowing on them, causing them to harden like candy. My muscles below is clenching so much, feeling the need for Drew to fill me. “Drew,” I pant. “I want…”
“Not yet,” Drew whispers, “you haven’t experienced a Drewgasm yet.”
“Cocky, aren’t you?” I can’t help laughing.
“Wait until you experience Second Drew,” Drew said.
“Now you’re talking about him as though he’s…Ohhhh!” I stop talking as my body arched, and I let out a deep intense moan. He takes out his two fingers and plunges in three fingers into me, while his thumb rubs vigorously against my heated swollen clit. Without missing a beat, his mouth moves from devouring my breasts to kissing my stomach as he head down.
“Like how this feel?” he asks, increasing pressure with his fingers.
“Um, huh,” I muttered. “Yes!”
“What do you want me to do to you, Summer?” Drew asks. “What is your deepest desire?”
“I want to feel you against me,” I say. “I want you to ravage me, to take me.”
“Patience, baby. In due time. Now, what do you want to do to me?” Drew asks, his voice husky with his need, which I can feel hard and pulsing against my thigh.
“I want to taste you,” I say.
Drew pulls back away from me suddenly and rips off his pants. His grey snug boxers can barely contain his large bulge, straining to burst through the fabric. I swallow hard, my eyes trained to his perfect and amazing hardness. Despite staying over at Astor’s, we had never gone beyond heavy making out. Now seeing Drew in all his splendor, is a sight all girls should have. He truly is magnificent. I’ve never thought about exploring a man’s body in every way possible, until I saw Drew, nearly naked, straining against his underwear like that, his eyes dark with burning lust, staring back at me on the bed.
With long strides, he’s on top of me again, rubbing h
is hard-on agonizingly against my clit. He kisses me fiercely, his tongue plunging into my mouth repeatedly. I sucked hard on it each time I catch it, wanting it to be his other member instead. He has me so heated up, I am willing to try anything with him, do anything with him.
A shiver runs through me, and I groan. I kiss Drew on his chest, tentatively licking his nipple. He lets out a groan, and arches his back. “Oh, Summer,” he whispers.
“I want…” I say, trying to articulate my need, despite how my body has taken over.
“Do you want me?” Drew whispers.
“Yes,” I said, reaching for his boxers, my hands fumbling with trying to pull it down.
“Not yet. I’ve waited for you for so long,” Drew says with a wink. “Now it’s your turn, Summer.” He heads down, kissing my stomach, hips, and thighs along the way until he’s kneeling on the ground before the bed. Grabbing my ankles, he pulls me down to the point where he’s right at mouth level to my clit. Drew looks up at me, his eyes burning with so much desire, I can combust just looking at him. “Happy birthday, baby,” he says slowly, deeply, and deliciously. Then he lowers his head until I feel his wet hot tongue licking my folds.
My head falls back, and my eyes close tight in ecstasy. His skillful tongue and fingers bring me to the crest of climaxing, and I scream in abandon.
I am reaching for him, wanting to satisfy him, when he plunges his fingers into me again. He finds the sensitive spot in me that nearly sends me over the edge, but he leans down and begin kissing and devouring my clit with his entire mouth.
With so much sensation going on, I can’t think. My hands are all over his beautiful muscular back, his hard butt, and his soft hair. I want him closer. My body’s taken over. I don’t want to think. I can only feel my body responding to his, and we’re entangling ourselves in each other, with each other. Finally, again, Drew brings me to an intense orgasm that rocks both of us.
“Summer,” Drew groans. “This…this is…” he is shaking and his face is hidden from mine. “I’ve waited so long to feel your skin like this against mine, to kiss you like this, it’s so much more than I could have ever imagined.”
“Better than anything from the Drew Effect?” I tease, breathlessly.
“Much better,” Drew says. “That’s just physical stuff, fun stuff, but this…I’ve cared for you for so long…this is mind-blowing.”
“But we haven’t done ‘it’ yet,” I say. “Not the actual…”
Drew laughs. “That’s where you’re different from anyone else for me,” Drew says. “I’m still waiting for that, for when you decide to give all of you to me, not just the physical.”
“So this is just the physical right now?” I ask.
“The start,” he says. “You want to experience the bad boy in me, well, this is just the start, and before you know it, I’d have you wrap around me so hard, you won’t be able to tear yourself away from me.”
“Cocky huh?” I say, a little too hoarse, my mind and body remembering how many times I’ve experienced a drewgasm.
“You bet,” He kisses me hungrily, his mouth devouring mine and make his way to kiss and lick my breasts again in slow tantalizing flicks with his tongue.
I’m writhing underneath him and arching my back wanting to offer more to him when I hear the front door open and voices in the hallway.
“Summer? Drew?” a familiar voice calls out. “Are you here?”
Nat. He has made it back here, and he is early.
“Maybe they left for dinner already,” says a female voice I’d recognize anywhere. Rachel. “I would if I have to wait until what time you told them you’d be here? 10? I’d be starving, too.”
Drew and I looked at each other before jumping up and getting dressed. Hearing Nat’s voice and even Rachel’s brings me back to reality, and I’m suddenly feeling ashamed of being naked with Drew, having gone so far with him already. What would Nat think? Will he think I’m a slut because of what happened between Drew and I or would he get jealous? If I caught Nat doing what I just did with Drew with another girl, I’d be jealous. But then again, that’s just because it’s Nat, and I guess in my mind, Nat will always be mine, even though I have moved on to other guys… since he has pretty much rejected me over and over again.
And Rachel. What must she think? She would kill Drew for even touching me, thinking he’s corrupting me with his bad boy ways. Well, she’ll be right about that, although I’m the one asking Drew to do the corrupting.
I pull on another dress over my head, one that is a light pink lace sheath, and fix my hair.
Drew is already completely dressed, obviously used to speed dressing after having one of his one-night stands with the girls from his past. He’s staring at me, his eyes shining bright. “That dress looks amazing on you, Sum,” he says.
He moves to touch me, to try to hold me in his arms. “Summer…Nat and Rachel’s here.”
“I know. We can’t let them know what just happened between us,” I say. “Rachel’ll be angry, and Nat…I don’t know how he’ll feel, but…oh God. I’m sorry, what did I just do?”
Drew hold me in his arms and starts stroking my back. “It’s okay, Summer. I moved too quickly with the physical part. That’s what I know what to do, that’s how I know how to relate to girls.”
“But I wanted all that, Drew. I want…” my voice trails off as the door to my room open, and Rachel comes in carrying a large duffle bag. She looks just as surprise to see us, as we are in seeing her. But why should either of us be surprised. Rachel and I have always shared this room at the Pad. Why should it be any different?
Chapter 9
Summer
Rachel sees me and lets out a squeal. “Summer!” She runs over to me and pushes Drew out of the way to hug me. “It’s been so long since I’ve seen you. Happy Birthday!” She squeezes me tightly before stepping back to look at me.
“I didn’t think it’s possible for you to look prettier than this summer, but here you are, absolutely gorgeous.”
“Just more volleyball and being too busy with school and the academy to eat,” I say. “I can say the same about you, though.” Rachel has her hair jet black like Drew’s, but instead of having purple streaks in her hair, they’re blue now, and it highlights her blue eyes. She’s lost weight too, and her clothes are tighter, showing off her toned body. “Whoa, where did you get that body?”
Rachel laughs and glances over at Drew. “Blame it on Drew. And you. Since coming home to San Francisco, he gets up early in the morning, and drags me out of bed to go jogging. I think he misses those early morning jogs with you, so he had to find someone to jog with, and well…I’d do anything to get out of the house for a while since Mom is still acting moody. Dad’s better than before, but that doesn’t say that he’ll continue with the divorce at any time.”
Rachel pokes a finger into Drew’s chest. “Why didn’t you tell me you were getting a scholarship to USC, and moving out early?” She looks hurt. “That’s pretty big news, Drew. I can’t believe you’d keep that news from your own twin.”
“It’s rather sudden news, Rach,” Drew says. “I just found out a few days ago, and I had to make a quick decision right away. I wasn’t even sure of it until yesterday.”
“Well, that’ll give you an excuse to move out of the house and to Malibu. I assume you’re going to stay here while you commute to USC?”
“Working out the arrangement with Summer right now,” Drew says, looking at me. “Staying here would be the ideal situation for me.”
Rachel nods looking from Drew to me and then back to Drew again. “I bet it would be,” she says.
“Hey,” Nat appears at the doorway. For someone who has barely slept and has flown twice back and forth between San Francisco and LA in one day, he looks remarkable. He still looks like a rock star with his freshly washed brown with copper highlights hair falling over his green eyes. He’s dressed in a black cashmere sweater that hugs his muscular but lean frame, and dark jeans that ends
right at the top of a pair of black leather boots. He’s hot in a sophisticated and gentlemanly way, looking every inch like the prodigal son of a billionaire internet mogul.
“Nat,” Rachel says. “Looks like Summer and Drew are dressed up to go out. Did you guys eat already? I would have at this time of night…”
“Been waiting for Nat to show,” I say. “And there you are being very sneaky.”
“What?” Nat asks. “Why am I sneaky?”
“Because you brought Rachel over. Best birthday present ever.”
“So all of us can be here for your birthday and for the weekend,” Nat says.
“Looks like we are all here, but that’s nothing compare to my gift to you, Summer,” Rachel says.
“Oh, you have me curious now,” I laugh. “What is it?”
Rachel grins as she looks around her. “I get to teach one of your classes.”
Chapter 10
Summer
I redeem Rachel’s birthday gift to me by having her teach a class at the Academy the Monday after my birthday weekend with the Donovans. With everyone back together at the Pad, we had a great time catching up with the last several months while enjoying our weekends barbequing on the beach or playing beach volleyball, jogging, or surfing.
After the weekend, though, Drew and Nat had to fly back home to work, while Rachel remained here for the rest of Winter Break. That was when I found out about her secret desire to follow in Aunt Sookie’s footsteps. She wanted to become an actress, so I said, “Let’s see how you are acting in front of a crowd, why don’t you teach one of my classes today?” She’s nervous at first because it’s her first time teaching, and although she’s decided she loves acting and wants to pursue it as a career, she’s unsure of herself.
“Don’t worry Rach,” I say, driving us to the Academy. “If there’s anything you know you have to get used to as an actor, it’s being in front of people. This is a safe, secure place where it’s all right to be yourself. Aunt Sookie has made the Academy a place where people can feel safe, secure and welcomed enough to bring themselves out. That’s what we use as actors. Our experiences, our memories, and our influences to pull out the emotions we need to get into character. I think you’ll be great at this, Rach. Plus, this class you’re teaching is probably going to be one of the easiest set of audience you’ll ever get – the Elementary Set – ages five to seven.”
