Heating Up
Nikki Flynn
Copyright 2011 by Nikki Flynn
Smashwords Edition
A Game of Chess
"Jack, what are you staring at?"
She was knew what I was doing. I was thinking. her childish attempts to distract me weren't going to work, but that had never stopped her from trying.
"The board's down here retard, and the birds aren't going to help you win."
"Like I need help...and its night time dumbass..." I muttered turning my head to the chess board.
I always stared out the window when I was thinking. It always seemed to relax me, help me see things more clearly. I looked again at the pieces scattered about the board. She was looked like she was winning from any point of view, and had taken most of my important pieces, as well as my pawns. But I had already won. She had left a subtle-yet-obvious gap in her defense. If I knew her like I thought I did, this was a "necessary risk", and not a trap. I laid my finger on my one remaining knight. I looked up into the face of my best friend. I could see it. She was smart, an amazing "strategist", but she never could lie properly. I sighed and leaned back. We were on the floor of her bedroom, and I had my back against her bed. I looked around for a while, taking in the familiar surroundings. I knew her room almost as well as I knew my own.
We had been best friends for years, kind of hard not to be, growing up with each other like we had. We weren't exactly neighbours, but only lived a few blocks apart, and our moms were really good friends.
I closed my eyes and looked thoughtful, resting my head between my hands and laying back on them
"Giving up?" she goaded, but I could hear the tremor in her voice. She wasn't sure if I had seen her mistake, and was trying to trick me with false confidence. I didn't even open my eyes. I just reached out, and moved my piece into position, and lay my head back again.
"Checkmate"
"Dammit! How did you see that?"
I opened my eyes and smiled.
"You're too easy"
She glared at me. I dint know which face was more familiar, this, bright large eyes open wide and full lips in a classic pout, or the smug, thin lipped, victorious look she had half the time.
"I mean, you had me on the run there for a bit..."
"I was kicking your ass!"
"And yet..." I gestured towards the board.
She turned her head away with a disgusted look on her face. I smiled and stretched. The instant our eyes met, the game was forgotten, and she smiled at me. I had always been like that. We had always been competitive with each other, but no matter how bad the insult, or humiliating the defeat, it was always forgotten just like that.
"Ugh, I'm bored now" she complained.
"Yeah, I imagine repeatedly and consistently getting your ass handed to you gets a bit boring after 18 years." I said smirking
"Huh, you got lucky, or have you forgotten my three consecutive backgammon wins yesterday?"
"Yeah I let you have those, I felt sorry for your crushing poker defeat the day before"
"Hmm...we play a lot of crap don't we..." she remarked thoughtfully
"Yeah we need to get like, a T.V. or something."
"Or like...a puppy..." she trailed off
"A puppy?" I asked "You couldn't look after a puppy, you can't even look after yourself"
"Oh please can we?" she begged "I'll feed it and clean and look after it and everything!"
"Yes, for about 2 days, and then it will be dead, just like your fish...and your snake....and that one thing, the weasel or whatever." I mocked
"It was a ferret, and how was I supposed to know it needed food every day?" she asked laughing.
"Yeah...so what now?"
"Dunno...thirsty?" she asked standing up.
"Hungry actually, could you make me a sandwich or something?"
She rolled her eyes, smiling, and turned towards the door.
" You're gonna have to learn to fend for yourself someday you know." She said closing the door behind her.
I sat up onto her bed and lay back against her pillows. I was on her side of the bed, which was a little strange. When we watched movies or whatever together, I was always on the side with the window, whereas now I was closer to the door. I tried to make myself more comfortable by putting my hand under the pillow to support my head better, but when I did I felt something. I pulled it out and sat up. It was a quite thick but short, leather bound book. More specifically, a diary. More specifically, Katie's diary. I was a little surprised she even had one. Without really thinking I flipped it open. On the inside cover, scrawled in childish crayon was
Katie's Diary
I started off at the earlier parts.
First page:
"I had a great birthday today got loads of neat stuff and this book"
Weird..."neat"?...she must have only been 8 or 9 when she got this. Flicked forward some more, a few pages:
"Jack says I should put the date in my diary, so here it is"
followed by the date.
This was about ten years ago, so she would have been about eight. Weird, I couldn't remember ever talking about a diary. I flicked to about three quarters of the way through, until I got to the blank parts, then I backtracked until I got to where they started. The date on this one was only a few nights ago.
"I had another dream about him last night. I came so hard this time. I feel like I'm going crazy"
Whoa. I had to re-read this a few times before I really got it. She was having sexy dreams about someone? That was so...confusing. we hadn't really talked much about guy or girls we liked before, but "again"? If she liked this guy so much, why wouldn't she tell me, especially if she was so worried?
I flicked back a few pages. I noticed she had an irregular way of entries, some were a few lines, full weeks taking up a single page, and some were almost like essays. There were noticeable jumps too. I guess she only wrote things she thought were important.
I skipped back a bunch of pages, I think it was a few months, I didn't check the date.
"I wonder what Jack would say if he knew how I felt."
Wait...Jack? As in me, Jack? she was having dreams about me? Before I could even begin to process this, I heard her footsteps coming up the stairs. I didn't know what to do. I froze. I couldn't let her know that I'd read this. I didn't know what to think yet.
But if her weakness was her inability to bluff, then mine was the inability to work under sudden pressure. Still, thinking quickly, I flicked back to near the front and tried to look amused as she walked in the door. As soon as she saw me she froze. She let out a small gasp.
I read aloud:
"Today I got extra homework cuz Jack made me laugh, I hate him"
I actually remembered this day. She had been so pissed off, considering she had started it.
"Wow", I said, "you know, you were a really whiney 9 year old" I looked round and smiled at her
She looked horrified
"What are you doing? Gimme that!" she dropped the plate of sandwiches on the floor in her haste to get to me. She grabbed desperately at the book, but I held it away from her, playing with her a little.
"Stop it, just GIMME IT!" she screamed. I gave the book to her quickly and she clutched to her chest, like I was gonna try and get it back.
"Jeez, calm down!" I said smiling. I was getting nervous. She was nearly crying, and she was looking at me. She was staring at the ground with her long black hair covering her face.
"What's the big deal? it's not like I don't already know everything about you" I joked. I changed my tone so I sounded more serious.
"What's so bad in there that I can't see?" I asked. She just shook her head and half whispered
"I'm sorry.."
"But I thought we told each other everything..." I said dejectedly. She just shook her head again.
I sighed. "fine then..."
"Maybe you should just leave..." she said quietly.
"Fine. See ya around" I stood up and left quickly.
My mind was blank as I walked down the street, but when I got home, my thoughts felt like a hurricane. She liked me? She had dreams about me? She masturbated... thinking of me? Was it even me? There were lots of guy called Jack in our school. I was only one of two in my class alone. Was it him? Why wouldn't she tell me? Why didn't she tell me? What was she afraid of? Was she ashamed? What else could it be?
Rejection...obviously. But...would I reject her? This opened up a whole new line of thoughts.
I thought hard about her, bringing her image into my head. I mustered as much detail as I could, which was quite a bit. Her smooth, white skin, always pale, no matter how hard she tried to tan. Her flowing dark hair, her full lips and bright smile. Her dark brown almost black eyes, slightly too large for her face, giving her a very cute look. Her long delicate fingers, her thin pale arms. I thought more and more, bringing together everything I could remember. Her body. About 5'5 ,large C cup breasts, which I knew from checking one of her bras when she wasn't looking. Her slim waste and round hips. I pictured her face again, only differently this time, a memory. She was looking down slightly, avoiding my eyes. She was biting her lip, smiling. She was so nervous. When was this?
I remembered. The night of the "Fall Ball" the first real dance we were allowed to go to. We had gone together, as friends obviously. It was kind of a big deal, but I never really got it before. Even when we slow danced together, I still didn't feel any different about her. I had an image of her pushing her face into my chest and sighing. It was only when I remembered this, this time, and her face, and everything about her when I realised how truly beautiful she was. I opened my eyes and fell back against my bed. Did I like her like she liked me? How, exactly, did she liked me? Was it even me?
I stood up and opened my wardrobe door, looking at myself in the full length mirror. I was pretty tall, about 6'1 and had short black hair. My eyes were bright blue, my skin clear and my teeth shiny and white. I took my shirt off and looked at my naked torso. My arms were a little thin, but I had real muscle from when I took some self defence classes with my mom. I had started some light weight training, and kept it up, because it helped me burn excess energy. It had even come in handy once. I had some light muscle definition around my stomach, and if I tensed, you could see my abs clearly. I wasn't exactly drop dead gorgeous, but I didn't think I looked that bad...
Did she really like me that way? Could she? I didn't have much self esteem issues, but I'd always considered myself kind of...plain.
What was I thinking about? If she really did like me, I wasn't because of my looks. If she did like me...
The main question I kept coming back to that night was whether or not I liked her. She was almost like a sister to me. She was the closest thing I had to a sibling.
I sighed deeply and walked over to my window. The light was off, and the moon was barely there. I could see the stars unusually clearly tonight. I just thought. No, I planned. That was what I needed, a plan. A strategy. What does a strategy need? A purpose. I already knew what I needed to find out. One, was it me she had been writing about. Two, how deep were her feelings. Was it just a sex thing or more...emotional. how I felt wasn't important. I knew that if I let my feelings, or lack thereof, get in the way, I would never really know the truth. It was time to win. The Game, if you'll pardon the cliché, was on.
I met her the next day in the usual place. The bus stop near her house where we got the bus to school. It was Monday morning, and the air felt unseasonably cold considering the bright summer sun. I was there earlier than usual. I felt so nervous. I knew from now on, basically everything I did with her from now on would have to be an act. My throat caught as I saw her walking nervously towards me. She really was beautiful, how had I never noticed before? She was wearing dark jeans and a plain blue t-shirt, and her dark hair was styled in the usual way, one eye partly covered by her fringe.
As she approached, I gave her a reassuring smile, which she almost shyly returned.
"So...hi," I said when she got close to me
"You're here...early" she replied
"Yeah, I wanted to talk to you about last night" said turning to face her.
"Oh..." her face fell slightly and she opened her mouth to talk, but I cut in before she could say anything.
" I wanted to say I'm sorry. I should have respected your privacy better, and I know you don't have to tell me everything. You're my best friend, and I shouldn't have acted the way I did"
She smiled a little.
"That was unusually formal." she said
"Yeah, it doesn't suit me, right?" I said smiling. She gave a little laugh, but stayed silent. I stepped closer to her.
"So... we good?" I asked
"Yeah," she said, her smile getting wider, "we're always good, remember?"
I was very relieved, and I started to feel guilty about my upcoming plan, but I pushed my feelings back. I had to know what she was really feeling.
I waited a few days before the "First Move". It was hard, I so wanted to ask her about this. But what if it wasn't me in the diary? Or what if she wanted to know how I felt? I didn't even know...
So anyway it was Thursday, and we were talking on the bus home from school. She had just said something funny, and we were laughing. I turned to her suddenly.
"You know what? You should stay over tomorrow night."
"Wow, a sleepover, it's been ages since we've had one." She said wistfully
Our sleepovers had always been great. We'd stay up for ages and watch movies or play games, but it was true it had been months since our last.
"So you up for it?" I asked
"Sure, sounds like fun" she answered.
That was the First Move. Well, not really but it was like the beginning of the First Move, or something. Anyway, it was Friday night, and we were in her room again. It was about 8:30, so she suggested we get moving. Thankfully, we got out of the door without her realising what I'd done. Id brought a book over, and had been reading it while she finished her homework. I was going to wait until she went to the bathroom to plant it somewhere, but I didn't get a chance. I didn't question it, but she seemed reluctant to leave me alone in the room. The reason was obvious, which is what the book was for. I managed to inconspicuously drop it under her bed while she set up the chess board. I know, right? Two 18 year olds spending their Friday nights playing chess, we were a couple of party animals.
Anyway, we were on my bed watching a movie. I waited about an hour after the beginning. I put my hand up to my forehead and groaned.
"What's up?" she asked turning towards me.
"I knew I'd forgotten something. I just remembered I left my book in your room!" I said annoyed.
I moved towards the edge of the bed and stood up.
"You're not going to get it now are you?" she asked
"I need to. It's from the library and needs to be back tomorrow. I was going to finish it tonight" This was actually true " But you made me stop to play your fucking chess." I continued smiling.
"No, I'll go get it." She said moving to get up.
"Don't be stupid, just wait here." I said
She looked she was going to argue, but I already had my shoes on.
"Look I'll be a couple of minutes, you just keep watching. Now where did I leave it...?" I asked myself as I left.
As soon as I got outside, I had to stop myself from running to her house. I knew if I was too long she'd suspect something, so I did walk quicker. Her parents were watching TV when I called, and were happy to see me, if a little confused. They always were. Happy, I mean, not confused. I just told them I'd forgotten something and I rushed upstairs.
I quickly scanned her room. I had spent all night thinking of where it could be. I knew it wouldn't be in the same place, so didn't bother checking. I started to try and think like her. Where would she hide it? I knew what I would do. Pry up a floorboard under the bed and cover it with extra carpet. Practical, if a little extreme, and effective. But she wasn't like me. She would have spent ages thinking of a suitable place. Somewhere unexpected and clever, assuming she was expecting someone to look for it. I glanced at the bookshelf, and almost immediately found myself falling into a mental loop.
"No, it's too obvious. A book on a bookshelf. But, exactly, he wouldn't look because it's too obvious. But what if he sees that coming, and looks in the place he's least likely to look because of its likelihood? But what if sees that coming, and doesn't look there because he knew I would think that..." and so on.
But luckily, I wasn't the one hiding it, so I walked over and immediately started running my hand over her books. She had quite a lot, more than me anyway, so I couldn't see a difference just by looking. If she were to take this "necessary risk", she would at least keep it out of obvious sight.
Assuming that the searching reads in the English format, top to bottom, left to right, then the bottom left is logically the last place they'd look. I ran through the last couple, but they were just normal novels. Ugh, who gives a kid such a random present anyway. It was hard backed and leather, so it would blend in with all her other weird books, and I couldn't remember what the spine looked like. Hmm... bottom left was also too predictable, but I still thought this area was close. On an impulse, I checked the middle of the second row from the bottom.
I almost shouted for joy. It was in between two books similar to it, to disguise it, but I'd actually chosen the right book. I'd only been up here for a minute and a half, but that was a little too long for just to quickly grab something. I flicked to about the area I'd been before, where I saw my name but I couldn't find the right page. I was only reading the first couple of words of each line. I kept skipping through the pages. I finally got to a close enough date, but no sign of me on either of the pages. I went back a little. I knew the date had been about two months ago, but I wasn't sure exactly what it was. I wasted two minutes skipping through pages frantically, aware of the time pressure. Her mom might come at any second to see what was keeping me.
I found something interesting eventually though:
"I think I had a wet dream last night. I didn't even know girls could. I don't remember it, but when I woke up, I felt like I'd just cum and my bed was wet"
Next night:
"Another dream like last night. It was a little clearer when I woke up. I remember a face or something."
A few days:
"Jack was in my dream last night, and I woke up horny. Feeling strange"
A few pages went without much mention of me, just normal stuff, then:
"I keep having dreams about Jack. I don't know what to do."
Later:
"I can't stop thinking about him"
More:
"I had such a strange about Him again. Just see his face. I came when I woke up"
After this there was a gap of about two weeks, then two sentences dated about a month and a half apart, the biggest break I'd seen. But it wasn't the date I was really interested in:
"I think I love him."
Followed by:
"I know I love him"
Holy shit. Love? She loved me? I quickly flicked back to where I has finished last time.
There was one new entry:
"I don't what I would've done if Jack had found out. What would he do? What would he say? If he didn't love me, I don't know what I'd do."
My heart was racing. I could hear my pulse in my ears I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. Once again, my thoughts were interrupted by footsteps coming up the stairs. I quickly but carefully put the book back, then leaped across the room and stuck my head under the bed. Just as I did Katie's mom walked in.
"Are you having some problems, Jack, honey?" she asked
I came out from under the bed clutching my book.
"Ha, I knew it was under there" I said smiling.
I got out of the house without too much hassle. Every time I went over there without Katie, they always tried to give me things, like soda or cookies and stuff. Normally it was great but I was working within a time frame here. I didn't myself think about what I'd read. All that had happened was I'd gained confirmation to begin the "Second Move".
You may be thinking "Why doesn't he just tell her what he'd read and live happily ever after?" Well, there were a number of reasons. One, I'd already started this and I never give up a good strategy, especially when I'm wining. Two, I was really betraying her trust here, and I didn't know how bad an effect that could have on our relationship. But most importantly, I didn't really know how I felt about her. Yes, she was beautiful and yes, she was as close as family to me, but did I really love her, like she loved...me? So, on to Move Two.
When I entered the room, she immediately looked edgy, nervous. I just smiled at her.
"How the fuck do you think it ended up under your bed?" I asked smiling. She didn't say anything and still looked nervous. I took off my shoes and started lying down beside her.
"And not at the edge either, like, right in the fucking middle. What's up?" I asked.
"Oh...nothing...I'm just a little cold...I guess" she stuttered
"Come here then" I said as I pulled her close to me. This is something I'd done before, held her like this, but it felt so different. She leaned into me and sighed. I couldn't help but smile.
After about ten minutes of the second movie, I yawned loudly and stretched. Over the next half hour, I did this a lot until she finally asked
"What the hell's up? It's like 10:30?"
"I know, but I'm really exhausted. I got like two hours of sleep last night.
"And your telling me this now? What was the point in me coming over if you're just going to fall asleep now?" she asked a little angrily
"Calm down" I said "I'll be fine"
After about 5 minutes, I let my head slump down and started breathing heavier. She noticed pretty quick.
"Jack" she said poking me
"Oi, wake up idiot" I ignored her.
"HEY" she shouted, right in my ear.
"Jesus, what!?" I shouted "Oh shit...sorry I'll be fine." I said
She sighed.
"No, I suppose if you're really that tired we'd better just go to sleep."
"K. Sorry though". I said clambering off the my bed and onto the camp bed. We each had a camp bed at our house, for the other to sleep in. The loser of the day's chosen challenge had to sleep in it, and she'd beaten me in chess. I'd been too nervous to play to my usual standard. Plus she was a cheating bitch. What? She was...
"I promise we'll hang out all day tomorrow" I mumbled
She sighed and went in to the bathroom to get changed. In case you couldn't tell, I wasn't actually that tired. It was a test.
About five minutes after getting in to bed she called my name.
"What?" I mumbled sleepily.
"Um...you know what, never mind..." she whispered
After another about twenty she called again. I ignored her. She called about five times, getting louder.
After a while, I heard the bed creak as she got up. Shit, I couldn't believe this was working. She got close to the bed and called me again. She reached out and pushed me slightly. She even shook me a little before she was convinced I wouldn't wake up. Suddenly her hand was on my face. She was just stroking it up and down, then she reached up and ran her fingers through my hair, tugging lightly.
She let out a breathy sigh
"Oh...Jack..." she whispered, her hand returning to my face.
I was excited and creeped out at the same time. While what she was doing was weird and quite perverted, I felt a strange sense of achievement at having predicted it. I was also finding hard to not get an erection, which was something I hadn't expected. I finally took the risk to open my eyes a tiny bit. Her face was quite close, with her eyes closed and mouth open. It took a while for me to realise where her other hand was. She wasn't wearing any pants, and her hand was down her panties moving quickly. Shit...she was masturbating right in front of me. She bit down hard on her lip and let out a low groan. I scanned the rest of her body, and she had pulled her top up to expose her full breasts. Smooth and flawless, they were as pale as the rest of her skin, and almost glowed in the soft moonlight. Her nipples were a light pink in colour and were clearly stiff and erect. Her soft mounds jiggled back and forth with her as she shook lightly and breathed deeply. She licked her lower lip and started made a small whine. She suddenly doubled up and gasped loudly, while her hand my hair suddenly clenched and pulled quite hard. She was coming. She was so close. Her face looked amazing in the soft light, twisted in almost agony.
She let out one last gasp, my name, then let her head drop.
After about two minutes of kneeling there, panting, she raised her head again as I quickly closed my eyes . She just kept looking at me, for like five minutes. She had returned to face stroking. I felt her move closer. I felt her soft lips lightly brush my own, then push down a little harder. I opened my eyes in shock, only to find her tear streaked face pulling away, eyes closed and mouth smiling.
"I love you." She whispered
Holy Shit! Well I'm pretty sure that removed any lingering doubt! Jeez... it was almost scary. How did I manage to keep quiet? I'd had to subtly turn my pelvis to keep my obvious erection showing. I barely slept at all that night...
The next day had been awkward, for me anyway. I tried to act normal but I couldn't really make eye contact with her. I knew I was in trouble. I was out of strategy. I'm sure there was something before...more plans, more ideas, but they had been knocked out of my head. Suddenly all I could think of was her. I thought it was bad before, every time I closed my eyes her face was in my head. Or her lips, her hands, her body, her laugh, her hair, God, everything! Seeing her like that... her tear stained face, her lust filled moans. It changed everything, it made it more real, and although it was something I'd predicted, I hadn't thought about how it would affect me...
I had to tell her. Tell her... what? Not important, I just had to confront her, tell her what I'd read. But what if...No! No doubts! I wouldn't do what she'd been doing. Stewing for months without saying a word! But, then, I already knew the outcome...didn't I? Damn it, why was I so scared? I just had to go for it...
It was Friday again. I'd only been able to last one week of this torture. Every look, every smile had me grinding my teeth . I couldn't resist her. I just wanted to take her in arms, feel her warmth, press my lips against hers...
"Katie?" I said nervously
"Yeah, wassup?"
We were on the bus on the way home, but unusually, the journey had passed in mostly silence.
"Can we head to your place after? I need to talk to you about something..."
"Um, yeah, sure... you ok?" she asked, full of concern
"Ah...yeah, I'm fine, just need to...tell you about something..." I stammered out
"Ok...you' tell me if something was wrong, right?" she asked. She lay her hand lightly on my arm and frowned. God, she was killing me. Just her touch had my crotch stirring.
"You know it!" I said a little too loudly. I adjusted in my seat, trying to subtly pull my arm away. It felt like her fingertips were burning me, I was so hot. I think she got the message, and turned away from me to look out the window.
How was I going to do this...
We were in room. She took off her shoes and sat on the bed.
"So...what's this big thing you have to tell me?" she asked
"Um...it's like... ah...so, your parents aren't home?". This wasn't completely unheard of, but they both rarely worked late.
"Yeah, actually they're away for the weekend. Some business thing, I don't know, but don't change the subject. Something's wrong" she said accusingly
"No...no nothing's wrong...it's just... I read your diary... and..." I trailed off
"Jeez, this again? It's ok, you already apologized, its behind us!" she said. She was trying to act calm, but I could tell she was nervous. She never could lie.
"No..." I said. I turned away from her. I couldn't look at her when I said this.
" I read it again. I read what you wrote about me...your dreams..."
She gasped and opened her mouth to speak.
"No, don't, don't interrupt. I read what you wrote. I didn't know what to think then, and I'm not entirely sure now, but all I know is ever since Friday I haven't been able to stop thinking about you."
I turned to face her. She was bright pink and was covering her mouth with her hand. She looked like she was about to break into tears.
"I think...I know...I love you. " I said. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. I felt a weird feeling of release. It was out of my hands now. I had no control. Basically my whole life was in the hands of the person in front of me and her reaction, her words. I hadn't meant to say I loved her. I only realised seconds before...no as I was saying it...
She let her head drop and her hair covered her face. She started shaking, her whole body. She was crying! This wasn't what I wanted!
"Katie...wh...what's wrong?!" I asked. I sat down beside her...not too close, no matter much I wanted to, I wasn't going to crowd her. I didn't know what to do, but after only a few seconds she lifted her head again and removed her hand...
To reveal a huge smile! She was laughing! I was confused by this, so I didn't say anything...
She turned to me and said one word
"Checkmate!"
"What? What do you...?" I stuttered, confused.
"Checkmate! I win! And you always said I couldn't lie! Ha!" she fell back on the bed and laughed some more.
My blood ran cold. I could hear my pulse in my ears. I suddenly felt sick.
I stood up suddenly angry
"You think this is funny? Is this a joke to you?" I shouted
She sat up immediately, face completely serious.
"This was never a joke. I just needed to know how you felt."
I remained silent, waiting for an explanation
She sighed.
"I know a lot about you Jack. I know that when you lie down, you put your hand under the pillow to support you head better. I know that you wouldn't confront me about anything unless you had all the facts. Heh...whiney nine your old... quick thinking... "
She stood up and continued
"I know that you would want to see it again, and that you would check the bookshelf first. Bottom left, right? I expected you expecting to not expect it." She gave a little laugh.
"But most all I knew for sure that no matter what you felt, good or bad, you wouldn't be able to keep it from me for more than a week. A week exactly in fact. Am I good or what? Or maybe your just too easy..." she trailed off, still smiling.
I couldn't believe it. How could she know so much? Even the bookshelf...
I'd never felt so betrayed, so hurt. I was struggling to not scream, or cry, or...anything!. I couldn't believe she would do this...
"So what, it was a...game?" I asked, speaking slowly
"Hey, you made in to a game the second you touched my diary. Just like I knew you would!"
She was still smiling. I felt like I wanted to die. Then she finally noticed my expression. A flash of understanding appeared on her face.
"Oh God! It's...it's not like...that!" she exclaimed, eyes wide.
"It really is my diary! I really do...love you..." she sighed "I just knew I couldn't tell you. I was so afraid... But you wouldn't keep me waiting. Whether you felt the same way or...you didn't... I knew you wouldn't do that to yourself...to me..."
Hearing her say it, hearing her tell me face to face how she felt...
Just like a hundred times before, everything was forgotten. Suddenly, the only thing that mattered was this beautiful woman in front of me. she loved me, and I'd never felt anything so strongly before...
I took a sharp step forward and pulled her close to me. She leaned her head into my chest and sighed deeply. I lent my head down and breathed in the sweet smell of her hair. She pulled back from me and pushed her lips up to mine. I responded mashing mine against hers. They parted slightly and I slipped my tongue in to her mouth. She sucked on it and wrapped it with her own. He were both breathing so hard when I let my tongue slowly slide from hers and our lips parted. Her eyes were wide and sparkling, a small tear sliding from each.
"I love you" she whispered
"I love you" I replied.
She smiled and sniffed, wiped her eyes with her sleeve, and let out small laugh . She walked backwards and sat down on the bed. I sat down beside her and she wrapped her arms around my waist. I put my arm around her.
"So...what now?" I asked.
She laughed again.
"Well, like I said, I knew you would tell me today, so I convinced my parents to take a mini vacation this weekend." She said blushing
"Hmm...so confident were you?" I asked smiling, not fully realising what she meant by that last part.
"Well, I knew that one way or another, I'd be spending a long time in my room. It was just up to you whether or not I'd be alone..." she said turning an even deeper shade of pink.
"Wait...what do you mean?" I asked
"Well, if you didn't..." she paused "feel the same way..."
"Love you?" I interrupted.
"Yeah, that" she said smiling.
She leaned forward and kissed me lightly again. She pulled back with her eyes closed and a small smile. She seemed so nervous, so vulnerable.
"You were saying?"
"Oh, right" she smiled "well if you didn't, then I'd probably be a mess. Crying and wishing I was dead
and such..."
She said it so light-heartedly, but even hearing her joke about it almost physically hurt. It was so strange, I wasn't used to feeling anything as powerful as this.
"Don't." I said suddenly, forcefully. She looked a little confused.
"I mean...just don't...say that..."
She smiled again.
"I'm sorry if that upsets you, and I know I'm not normally so melodramatic, but I honestly can't imagine living on if you didn't love me. It would be like there would be no point..." she trailed off looking thoughtful.
"Well," I interrupted her thought, "it's a good thing I feel exactly the same way isn't it?"
I leaned forward and brushed her lips with mine. I couldn't get enough of this. The feeling, the texture, the hint of a taste on her lips. It did upset me, the way she talked, but if she felt anything like I did, I could see what she meant.
"But." I said braking away suddenly "what about the other option, hmm?" I asked
"Ugh, do you really need me to spell it out for you? How can you expect me to keep my hands off you knowing you feel like this?" she said smiling
"Wow, I never knew you were so forward!" I said in disbelief, "first Friday night and then this!"
"What do you mean Friday night?" she asked, suddenly defensive.
"When you..." I noticed of the look on her face. I smiled.
"I was awake you know."
"Wh...what do you mean?" she stammered
"Ah ha! So looks like your plan wasn't perfect. Didn't expect me to pretend to be unconscious did you?" I said smugly
"So...so you heard me?" she asked, voice wavering.
"Uh huh, and saw you" I said smugly "what's wrong, suddenly feeling shy?" I said leaning in bringing my face close to hers.
"Cuz honestly, I haven't been able to get that out of my head." I whispered.
I kissed her lightly on the cheek and she almost pulled away. She let out a small groan and turned to face me. We kissed again, deep, our tongues dancing. She pulled back and rested her head in the hollow of my neck. I put my arm around her back and pulled her body closer to mine.
"So...are we really going to do this?" I asked " I mean, are you ready?"
"I...I'm safe... I'm on the pill..." she trailed off, voice quivering.
I held her chin in my hand and turned her beautiful, blushing face up towards mine.
"No...I mean, are you ready?"
She locked eyes with mine and said strongly, with no trace of hesitation
"I've always been ready."
I kissed her again gently taking her tongue in my mouth and sucking it. She groaned and pushed herself towards me. I broke the kiss and pushed my lips against her neck. She let out a small whimper, and I kissed a little lower. I moved down her neck to the front of her chest, leaving a trail of kisses, each time eliciting a small groan from her lips.
"Stop..." she whispered
I immediately raised my head up to face her
"What's wrong?" I asked. What had I done wrong?
"You're too slow." She smiled. She pulled the blanket out from under me and threw in onto the floor. As I sat up and tried to recover from being rolled over, she pushed me back so I was lying down and roughly pulled the bottom of my t-shirt up and off. She leaned over my naked torso smiling, and lightly kissed my stomach. Before I could even react, she began unbuttoning my pants and undoing the zip.
"Stop!" I said forcefully
The smile fell from her lips and she looked confused.
"What's wrong?" she asked. She seemed anxious, almost afraid.
I sat up suddenly and grabbed the back of her head. I pulled her close to me and crushed our lips together. I kissed her roughly, passionately, and she returned it. I grabbed her by the shoulders and spun her around , pushing her flat to the bed and moving so that I was straddling her stomach. I held her hands above her head and kissed her again, gentler this time. I released her arms and moved my hands down to the bottom of her shirt. I gently pulled it up over her head to reveal a lacy black bra. I was surprised by this, and loved the stark contrast against her pale skin. I let out a groan of lust and kissed her again. As I pulled away to continue, she followed me, not letting my lips escape. I put my hands on her shoulders and pushed firmly against them. She let out a sigh of frustration and fell back.
I climbed off her and began unbuttoning her jeans. They slid off easily, and I was presented with the amazing view of her legs. Expectedly pale, they were quite skinny, but with slightly larger smooth thighs. I leaned in close to her matching black panties, and breathed deeply. I could see her arousal, a damp patch on the front, and the hint of a scent. I thought I was rock hard before, but I felt myself stiffen even further in response. I moved back up to her face to see her biting hard on her lower lip, and breathing deeply. I moved in and tenderly took her bottom lip between mine. I rubbed lightly it and heard her groan in response.
I sat back up and she followed me again, kissing me as I rose. I reached behind her and felt for her bra strap. I found it easily enough, obviously, but that's as far as I got. This wasn't exactly something I'd practiced. She knew what was happening by my inexpert fumbling.
"God, you're so hopeless sometimes." She said smiling. She reached behind her and undid her clasp revealing her beautiful breasts to me.
They looked amazing. So large and firm, jutting proudly out from her chest. I leaned in and took one of her nipples in my mouth. I suckled on it and flicked my tongue back and forth across it. She groaned and pushed herself closer to me. I swapped over, licking and suckling while she groaned and squirmed.
Again, I left a trail of kisses, this time to the top of her panties. I breathed that wonderful musk in again and sighed deeply. I pulled the waistband smoothly down her legs, kissing her thighs as I went. Once I pulled then off I sat up and looked at her. Just her. Completely naked below me. She was still blushing, and biting her lip. I was in love with the look of lust in her eyes.
I lowered myself down to her crotch and took my first look at her pussy. It was almost the same colour as her lips, and was clearly wet. It wasn't bald, but had only a sparse amount of black fuzz covering it. Suddenly I heard her voice above me.
"Are you gonna lick it or are you gonna stare at it?" she asked
I raised my self up to her level.
"You could stand to be a little more patient you know." I smiled.
"Jack, honey" she kissed me forcefully, almost pushing me back "if I don't get something inside me right now, I may just explode!" she finished.
"Well, if the need is that urgent..." I said lowering myself
I'd read about this stuff, and had a fair idea about what would feel good, but I was still pretty nervous. I moved closer to her beautiful pussy and licked right from the bottom to the top. She let out a loud moan and pushed her pelvis upwards. When she slumped back down, I pushed by tongue in as far as it would go and started to lick along the top. The taste was...indescribable. Like, sweet and salty at the same time. I was savouring this new flavour when suddenly my mouth was flooded as she bucked upwards and her pussy convulsed around my tongue.
She screamed my name.
"Jaaaack..."
"Fuck yes..." she whispered as she came down. I couldn't believe I'd made her cum! I felt so good, I didn't want to stop. I pressed me lips hard against the outside of her folds while shifting my whole mouth up, causing my tongue to push up again. I continued like this for only a few seconds before I was rewarded with a second flood and more screaming, more spasms.
"JESUS CHRIST!" she screamed as she came.
I didn't stop. I just kept licking and licking her pushing wanting so much to make her feel good, but she seemed to be relaxing. I pulled my mouth away and pushed it towards the top of her opening, where I thought her clit would be. I licked around that stop, and she started screaming again.
"FUCK! ...fuck... stop!...Jesus" she seemed to be getting tired. I know she wanted me to stop, but I couldn't. I just wanted to show her that I loved her.
She suddenly grabbed me roughly by the hair and pulled me away from her sweet juices. She pulled me towards her and jammed her tongue practically down my throat. She fell back, still quivering slightly.
"Fuck...I love you..." she sighed smiling up at me with a dazed expression.
All of a sudden, she was on her knees forcing my pants down, and my boxers with them, my erection finally springing free. Holy Shit! I'd never seen her move that fast before! Without hesitation she took my balls gently in one hand and began stroking my shaft with the other.
"Wow...it's huge...I've wanted this for so long!"
She looked up at me, as if asking permission.
In answer, I put my hand on her head and ran my fingers through her dark her. She looked back at my cock with her mouth open in lust. She seemed a little more wary of it this time. I didn't think I could be considered huge, if I had to guess I'd say it was slightly more than average, but she was looking at it as if it was the frickin' Holy Grail! She pressed her cheek gently against one side and sighed. I bucked my hips forward slightly, just her breath was almost getting me off!
She sensed my need and gently ran her tongue against the head. I bucked forward again, which she seemed to love. She licked it a few more times before slowly, lovingly, took the head in her mouth. It felt amazing and I knew I wouldn't last much longer.
"Fuck, that feels so good." I whispered
She smiled around my cock and tried to draw more in. She pressed her tongue up against the bottom of the head and stroked lightly. All too soon I was ready to finish.
"Shit...I'm coming!" I groaned.
She tried to draw even more in when she heard this, and doubled her tongue efforts. My cock swelled and my balls tightened. I pushed forward and groaned again as I released my seed into her waiting mouth. There was more than she could take, however, and as surge after surge followed, it began to leak out of the corners of mouth.
She pulled back, smiling. I watched as she deliberately swallowed and accidently gagged slightly. She even made this look cute, and I couldn't help but smile.
"I love you." I said
She just smiled. I kissed her, softly, and could taste myself on her lips. It was strange. Similar to her taste in a certain way, but completely different at the same time. She seems to enjoy it, I thought, as she licked the hand she'd wiped her mouth with.
She was on her knees again, and face to face with me. She brought her mouth up to beside my ear and whispered softly
"I want you inside me..."
I kissed her hard and pushed her back on the bed. My face just inches from hers and our centres aligned, I brushed her lips softly with mine.
"Are you ready?" I asked
She nodded.
"It might...hurt a little." I said. I didn't want to hurt her.
"Well, I kind of took care of that myself. You know..." she trailed off, smiling.
I didn't say anything, just raised an eyebrow in question.
"Interesting, looks like there's still some stuff we need to talk about." I joked
"No more talking," she said, eyes full of love, "I want you."
I kissed her deeply, lovingly, and then pulled back. I looked down at my still-hard cock and her dripping pussy, so close, but not quite touching.
I pushed forward slightly, until the top of my head was just brushing against her lips. She groaned at this, and I suddenly got an idea.
"You like that?" I asked, teasing her.
"Fuck yes..." she whimpered
I pushed my cock upwards, not in, but stroking along her sweet outer lips. She was growing more and more impatient, and was soon continually groaning in anticipation.
"Please...do it..." she moaned
"Do what?" I asked
"Just...go...please..."
"Can't you be any more specific?" I asked smiling. She opened her eyes, wide and shining.
"Please..." she begged "Put it in..."
"Put what in?"
"Your cock..."
"What about it?" I was enjoying this. I pushed harder, going around in circles against her soft mound. She closed her eyes at the new sensations.
"No no, stay with me" I goaded "You were about to ask for something?"
She opened her eyes and glared at me as she realised my game.
"Jack, hurry up and fuck me!" she ordered almost sternly.
Well that wasn't much fun.
"Ask nicely." I said simply, while pushing further against her, seconds from entering. It was torture, not holding back, but my resolve was strong.
She lost it.
"FUCK ME! Please Jack, just fuck me, now, PLEASE!" she begged.
That was what I was looking for. Without another word, I pushed through her soft folds to the heat beneath. It was amazing. So warm, and so wet, better than her mouth even! I couldn't believe how good it felt.
I didn't stop, I pushed my entire length into her in one thrust, filling her to the base. Instantly she began to orgasm. Her whole body shuddered and shook, her mouth lolling open and eyes opening wide. She wrapped her legs around my back as she came. This added tightness and the feeling of her convulsions along the length of my cock had me spurting inside her for the first time. I emptied myself into her, body and soul. Nothing mattered now except her.
I felt exhausted and fell down against her still shaking body. After a few minutes she pushed lightly against my chest. I rolled over on to my back, pulling her with me so she lay atop me, her hair sprawled out over my chest. We were both still breathing heavily, our deep panting filling the silence. I reached down and pulled the discarded blanket off of the floor and over us. Well, up to my neck, and completely covering her. She laughed breathlessly from under the covers and pulled herself up so her head was against my shoulder. She looked into my eyes. She didn't say anything. She didn't need to. She just kissed me once more, fiercely and passionately before falling back to my chest.
I wrapped my arms around her small fragile body, and I knew that I loved this woman, completely and absolutely.
"What was with the begging thing?" she asked suddenly.
"Well... I just felt like I needed to win one." I said
"Well don't get used to it," she said smiling "your mine now, I own you"
I laughed.
"We'll see" I said pulling her close. She rested her head against my neck and sighed deeply. After a while we were falling asleep
"I love you" I blurted out. I couldn't seem to say it enough.
"Checkmate..." she whispered sleepily as she drifted away into her dreams.
Dreams of me, I hoped. I knew that it wouldn't change for me. Every second of every day my thoughts would be of her, and I knew it would be the same for her.
"You win this round..."
An Erotic Encounter
As a young man in my twenties I've always wondered why people got married. Other than my parents, most everyone I knew had been divorced. A lot of them more than once. The two most common causes for the divorces was cheating and money problems which turned spouses against each other. I wasn't going to get trapped into getting married. I was going to play the field. If I wanted sex, I was going to have it. I read all of these stories of people who go outside their marriage to get their rocks off. Why did they get married in the first place? How stupid! Just stay single and fuck whoever you want!
I know there are diseases out there, but they have always been there. I would just use caution and condoms. I wanted my cake and I was going to eat it too. In my junior and senior year at college I had more sex than my parents probably had in a lifetime. I had sex with a huge variety of women. White, black, Asian and everyone in between. Heavy, skinny, good looking, and not so good looking, I had sex with them all.
It started out being a barrel of fun. I was fucking someone at the drop of a hat. I had threesomes, and group sex, I even let one guy fuck me in the ass when I had too much to drink. I have to tell you that was a one time thing. It hurt like hell; it also helped me understand why most women don't like it.
I've had a lot of girlfriends and lovers. I always let them know up-front that marriage was out. I was not going to get tied down to one woman. I believed in the free love philosophy. Most of the gals I went with didn't mind the sharing. I screwed my buddies' girlfriends and some of their wives. In turn they had sex with the latest of my girlfriends.
Toward the end of my senior year, sex was so plentiful that it became old, almost boring. Don't get me wrong - I still did it and I still liked it. The problem was it wasn't a challenge any more. When I went to swap parties, I knew I would be fucking someone that night. Maybe a few of them. As most parties went, drugs and booze played a big part. The sex was always good but, I guess, just became old.
I can compare it to going to the races. The first few times, the races are great. You get all hyped up for your favorite drivers and cheer them on. After you've been to say, a dozen races, it loses some of the pizazz. You keep going for the thrill but the thrill is less and less. Eventually, you go to watch the people. You still enjoy it, but a lot of the luster is gone. It's the same way with sex: the more you do it, the less exciting it becomes.
I know a lot of people ask how I can give my girlfriend to another guy. It was easy - I would be fucking his woman. Hell, I wasn't going to marry the girl and she got what she wanted too. It was just our way of life.
After college, I kept in touch with very few of my friends. Most of them were getting married and some were divorced already. They said they thought the wild sex years ruined their marriages. They couldn't settle down with just one woman. The cheating set in and divorce was the final outcome. I just dated after college. I had sex with my partners but since I sowed my wild oats it wasn't number one on the list of things I needed.
I studied computer repair in college. Everyone said to go into computer programming but I knew that field would get flooded with applicants, but someone would still need to repair these computers. It was the right choice as I always had work. I started working with a small computer repair company and after five years I opened my own business. I was then twenty-nine years old and had my own computer repair business.
In my private life it seemed that everyone wanted to fix me up with their daughters or sisters. They all had a best friend that was either single or divorced and was perfect for me. How did all these people know what was perfect for me? It really made me laugh; everyone knew what was best for me. No wonder there were so many divorces. People didn't find their mate; someone else probably picked it for them.