Frat House Confessions--Wes--Frat House Confessions, Book 2

by Bethany Lopez

  After lighting a berry-scented candle, I looked around and deemed the apartment looked good enough for company. Or, at least for Wes. Now, if it were parents coming to visit, I’d make sure there were no books and folders on the coffee table, and maybe do some vacuuming and dusting, but, it was Wes.

  He’d been here before and knew what to expect. Plus, I was tired from lack of sleep and a full day of school, and figured if he was offended by cluttered surfaces and some dishes in the sink, I wasn’t the girl for him.

  Not that I was thinking of myself as his … things weren’t even close to being that serious. But, I always thought it best to be straightforward and honest about who I was right from the get go.

  Er, other than the article of course.

  But, as far as everything else, I was an open book. What you saw was what you got, and if you couldn’t handle it, there’s the door.

  I’d texted Starla, who was excited I’d taken her earlier advice to heart and invited Wes over. She and Jude both had to work, so they’d only be here for a short time with Wes, and then we’d be alone.

  I had to admit the thought of being alone in my apartment with Wes had given me some pretty great fantasies throughout the day.

  I hope he can handle me.

  I’d always gotten the feeling Wes was pretty inexperienced. Which was ironic since my whole undercover reason for agreeing to the makeover last year was for him to help me pick up women.

  It had become clear right off that I had way more experience with women than he did. But, he was always very sweet and sincere, and I’d often wondered what it’d be like to corrupt him.

  After everything had gone downhill, I didn’t think I’d ever get the chance, but now things were looking up and my mind was back in the gutter where Wes was concerned.

  Sure, he’d seemed different this year. More confident and assertive than before, but once his lips had been on me and we’d hooked up at his house, I knew it was an act. I wasn’t mad though, I thought it was sweet.

  I liked when people went after what they wanted. And, I had to say, I got off on the idea of teaching Wes all the things he’d yet to learn.

  With that in mind, I went to take a quick shower in anticipation of his arrival. Shaving, lotioning, and polishing myself up, while singing along to Pink at the top of my lungs, I almost didn’t hear Starla pounding on the bathroom door.

  I turned down my music and asked, “Yeah?”

  “He’s here, and so is the pizza,” she said back through the door.

  “Be right out.”

  With my hair short, I could let it air dry and not have to spend the time blow drying or styling, and it would still look cute. Not bothering with makeup either, I went to my room, threw on a pair of blue linen pants that I liked to lounge around in, along with a loose tank top, and I was ready to join everyone in under five minutes.

  “Hey,” I called as I walked into the living room to find Jude and Wes sitting on the couch talking.

  Wes looked up, his eyes softening when they landed on me, causing a flutter of excitement to course through me.

  Interesting.

  It wasn’t that I never got a thrill in the beginning of new relationships, it’s just that it was usually in anticipation of sex or a hook-up, not simply from seeing the other person sitting in my space.

  “Well, it was nice seeing you, Wes, but Jude and I’d better hit it if we don’t want to be late for our shift,” Starla said, before turning to me and adding, “Wes brought cupcakes. They’re in the kitchen, minus the two that Jude and I ate, of course.”

  I looked at the clock Jude insisted we have on the wall and looked at Starla with an eyebrow cocked.

  They don’t leave for at least another thirty minutes.

  Starla just grinned, mouthed, “You’re welcome,” and urged, “Let’s go, Jude.”

  “Coming, dear,” Jude joked, before reaching out to slap Wes’s hand and say, “Later, man.”

  “Later, Jude. Bye Starla,” Wes called out.

  “So, pizza and cupcakes?” I asked, pointing my thumb toward the kitchen.

  “Sounds great, but the cupcakes are for you guys. Our season just started, so I have to watch what I put in my body for the next few months.”

  “Oh, no, so pizza probably wasn’t the best choice,” I replied, worrying my bottom lip. “I probably should have asked…”

  “No worries, seriously. Pizza is always a great idea,” Wes said with a grin as he rose from the sofa. “I’ll work it off in the morning.”

  “Are you sure, cause I can call back and have them bring a salad,” I offered.

  “Positive,” Wes said softly, stalking slowly toward me.

  The look in his eyes made me want to instinctively take a step back, but I stood my ground.

  When he was inches in front of me, he stopped and I had to lift my chin so I could look up at him. Wes grasped my neck softly, before gently moving up to cup my face. My tongue darted out to wet my lips as I waited, breathless with anticipation.

  “But first,” he began, his head dipping to bring his face closer to mine, before whispering, “You smell amazing.”

  I barely had time to let out a gasp before his mouth claimed mine and I met him greedily.

  Sixteen

  Wes

  I honestly only intended to give her a quick kiss before dinner.

  She’d looked all fresh and rosy from her shower, and the closer I got, the more I could smell the sweet perfume of her skin.

  I just had to touch.

  What started as a brush of the lips quickly morphed into something more, and I was quickly learning, that with Trixie, there was no such thing as a simple kiss. One taste of her, followed by the way she pressed in close and met me with a passion that was intoxicating, and I didn’t want to stop.

  Trixie’s arms came around my waist and when I felt her hands flexing on my ass, I instinctively thrust forward, groaning when my hard cock brushed against her.

  “Let’s go to my room,” she suggested between kisses.

  I murmured my consent, before accepting her offered hand and letting her pull me down the hallway and into her bedroom.

  Her hands and mouth were everywhere. Lifting my shirt, kissing my chest, in my hair. I did my best to keep up, but in the end settled for quickly shucking off all of my clothes and reaching for hers.

  “Wait,” Trixie said on a pant.

  I paused and dropped my hands, my body warming as she looked me over, her expression conveying appreciation for what she saw.

  “Swimming does that?” she asked, her tone low and gravelly.

  I couldn’t be embarrassed when Trixie looked at me like that, and I felt my muscles flexing under her perusal.

  “Yeah, mostly,” I replied, mouth dry and cock standing at attention.

  She moved closer and reached out, running her fingers across my skin as she walked around me, leaving no inch of me undiscovered.

  “Well, let me say congratulations, because your body is amazing.”

  I didn’t know if I should say “Thank you,” or silently accept her compliment. Before I could decide, she stopped in front of me, dropped to her knees, and kissed the crown of my cock. It was safe to say that all rational thought left my head and every fiber of my being was focused on what Trixie was doing.

  I braced, widening my stance so I wouldn’t fall over, and kept my head down so I wouldn’t miss a second of bliss.

  Yesterday was my first time giving oral, and this was my first time receiving it. Suffice it to say, when she wrapped her mouth around me and began to suck, it took every ounce of will power I had not to lose all control.

  “Jesus,” I moaned, struggling to keep my eyes open, when all they wanted to do was roll back in my head.

  I wanted to reach out, hold onto her head, and thrust, but I wasn’t sure if that was rude, or if it would piss her off, so I refrained.

  When Trixie reached for my balls and rolled them gently, I thought I’d died and gone to heave
n.

  Nothing had ever felt as good as her mouth wrapped around me.

  “It’s too much,” I managed to say, knowing she needed to stop or I was going to blow.

  Trixie let me go and looked up at me, her mouth swollen and eyes glazed with lust. I quickly got down on my knees with her and crushed my mouth against hers.

  The need I felt bordered on insanity.

  “We need to slow down or it’s not gonna last long,” I whispered, embarrassed to admit such a thing, but not as mortified as I’d be if things were over before they’d even begun.

  I moved her hands from me, the touch of her hot skin on mine too much to bear, and put them on the hem of her tank top, urging her to get naked with me. I broke from the kiss long enough to allow her to pull the shirt off and get a good long look of her small perky tits, the tips pebbled and calling to me.

  Before she had the material all the way off, I bent my head and sucked her perfect flesh into my mouth. Loving the sounds she made as she bowed back to give me better access.

  Wanting more, but not wanting to lay her back on the carpet and risk rug burns, I swiftly lifted her in my arms as I stood and laid her down on her bed. Her fingers hooked into the waist of her pants and she lifted her hips to push them down. Eager to see all of her, I assisted her in this endeavor, before climbing over her and settling between her open legs.

  “You feel fucking incredible,” I murmured as our bodies touched.

  Hot, hard, wet, and constantly moving, being with her was like a buffet for the senses.

  “You, too,” Trixie said, reaching up to push my hair off my forehead in a surprisingly sweet gesture.

  Tenderness filling me, I leaned down and kissed her reverently, unable to believe it was really happening.

  Then she said the best thing I’d ever heard. “There are condoms in the drawer.”

  As quick as I could, I rolled off of her and over to the nightstand, reached inside, and plucked the box of condoms out. Within seconds, I’d rolled the condom on, resumed my position, and kept my eyes locked with hers as I slowly slid inside.

  I was wrong … This was the most amazing thing I’d ever felt.

  When I was fully inside of her, I paused, needing a second to breathe and maintain my composure. Trixie lifting her knees and tilting her hips up off the bed did not help in this endeavor.

  “Move,” she urged, and I had to comply.

  I moved within her, drawing out and sinking back in, and each time Trixie said, “Harder,” I listened.

  Knowing I was dangerously close to coming already, I reached between our bodies and found her clit. Watching her face, I moved my thumb faster when her head fell to the side and her lips parted.

  My hips thrust faster, fucking her as hard as I could, and when she choked out my name and I felt her convulse around me, I closed my eyes and let go.

  I’m pretty sure I said, “Fuck, yeah, Trixie,” or something to that effect. It was hard to say, since I may have momentarily blacked out.

  I nuzzled the side of her neck and dropped soft kisses along her shoulder. But, as my reasoning came back, uncertainty crept in, and I worried my inexperience was obvious, and it hadn’t been as good for her as it’d been for me.

  Seventeen

  Trixie

  Holy shit, I feel amazing, I thought as I stretched languidly, a satisfied grin on my face.

  Wes had gone to the bathroom to get rid of the condom and when he joined me in bed I turned into him and rested my cheek against his impressive chest.

  After a few moments, I realized he was being oddly quiet, so I tipped my head back to look at his face.

  It looked like he was freaking out.

  “Are you okay?” I asked, hoping I hadn’t rushed him into something he hadn’t been ready for.

  I could be like a steamroller sometimes.

  Wes bit his lower lip, his eyes shifting over my face as if searching for something.

  “Are you okay?” he asked in lieu of answering.

  “I’m freakin’ fabulous,” I said, letting the truth of those words show on my face.

  The crease in his brow eased and his eyes lit up.

  “Yeah?” Wes asked.

  “Hell yes, that was amazing. I feel better than I have in a long time.”

  To demonstrate my sincerity, I lifted myself up and over him, leaning down to give him a long, deep, soft kiss.

  When I pulled back, all doubt had been erased from Wes’s face and he looked pleased with himself. As he should…

  “Me, too,” he confessed, reached out to brush his hand over my hair. “I was a little worried because I’ve only ever been with one other girl, and that ended well over a year ago. I want to make sure it was good for you.”

  Gah, he’s so sweet.

  “It was better than good,” I assured him, dropping another kiss on his lips. “It doesn’t matter to me if you’ve been with one girl or a hundred … and, the chemistry between us is insane. I don’t think it would be possible for sex between us to be anything but fire.”

  We kissed for a little while longer, before I settled back next to him on the bed, our limbs tangled together.

  “If you, uh, don’t mind my asking, what about you? How many partners have you had?” Wes asked, his voice low.

  “I don’t mind, you can ask me anything,” I replied, lifting my head up and propping it on my hand so I could look at him. “I’ve been with three girls and two guys … and, now, you.”

  “Do you have a preference? Guys or girls?” he prodded, sounding unsure of whether I really was open to him asking me anything.

  I shook my head.

  “No, every relationship is different. It doesn’t matter if it’s a man or a woman, it’s about the individual. And, since every person on this planet is unique, so are our relationships with them. There are certain people I’ve had a better connection with, or liked more as a person, because they were funny, or kind, or whatever … but gender doesn’t factor into that for me.”

  He looked like he had more questions, but didn’t say anything, so I continued.

  “Now, obviously, the act of sex is different, but I can’t say I like one more than the other. I like it all,” I said with a laugh, then sobered and asked, “Does it bother you? That I like men and women?”

  “No,” he replied instantly, obviously not having to give it much thought, which eased a tension I hadn’t realized I’d been holding on to. “I don’t care who you’ve been with. I guess the only thing that would worry me is that there’s double the temptation.”

  He let out a short, nervous laugh, and sought my eyes.

  I understood what he was concerned about and wanted to alleviate his fear.

  “When I’m in a relationship, I’m committed … exclusive, monogamous. I’m not interested in multiple partners at once. Being with someone seriously is difficult enough, without adding in extra players. Believe me, I’ve had some guys find out I was bi and think it meant threesomes and orgies for days, but that’s not me. It’s not my kink, it’s simply how I am.”

  “Okay, me too,” Wes said, obviously relieved. “I mean, as far as monogamy goes. I like you … a lot, and I want to see where this could go. There’s no one else I’m interested in pursuing. I’m a one-woman guy.”

  “Good,” I said with a smile, before leaning over to kiss his chest. “Because I want to explore every inch of this magnificent body, and I don’t like to share.”

  Wes chuckled and asked, “Are you only into me for my body?”

  “You didn’t think it was your addiction to John Hughes movies and video games that caught my attention, did you?”

  “Hey, don’t bust on my movies.”

  He rolled us so he was on top, captured my wrists with his hands, and placed them above my head.

  “You can’t honestly think they’re good,” I joked, enjoying the feel of his weight on me.

  “Come on, when Keith chases after Watts at the end of Some Kind of Wonderful and gives her the
earrings … that’s good stuff right there.”

  “Uh, if she actually loved him, she wouldn’t take those stupid earrings. She’d tell him to get his money back and put it back into the savings he’d been building for his future. It’s totally against character for her to put them on and say she wanted them. That ending pissed me off.”

  “So, you have watched it,” Wes said with a grin, totally missing the point.

  Before I could argue the ridiculousness of John Hughes movies any further, my stomach growled. Loudly.

  Wes laughed and asked, “Hungry?”

  “Yeah … the pizza’s cold by now, though.”

  “Cold pizza’s the best,” he replied, rolling off of me and standing before holding out his hand to help me up. “Especially if you eat it naked.”

  “Have you ever eaten naked before?” I asked, when I noticed his hopeful expression.

  “No,” he admitted.

  “Then, let’s go pop your cherry.”

  Eighteen

  Wes

  Being with a girl had never felt so easy.

  Sure, I only had one frame of reference, but high school dating and what I shared with Trixie was like night and day.

  When I was in the pool … I thought about her.

  When I was sitting in class, the teacher droning on in the background … I thought about her.

  When I was running into Delta house, late and feeling frazzled … I thought about her.

  When I was in the shower, well, you get the idea.

  I was quickly becoming obsessed, infatuated in a way I’d never been before, and although it made me a little nervous, I really enjoyed the feeling.

  Brody? Not so much.

  “Dude, pay attention to the fucking game. I swear to God if you zone out one more time, I’m gonna kill you myself.”

  “Sorry,” I murmured, shaking my head clear of visions of Trixie smiling up at me to focus on the game.

  We played for a little while longer, but Brody had a pledge thing at Delta and I had to get to bed early since my first meet was in the morning.