Being made aware of the time though, made the next 60 minutes move at a torturously slow pace. I HATE waiting on things… I’m definitely an instant-gratification kind of girl. And definitely not a planning kind of girl. I didn’t want to have a specific agenda in mind, not knowing what the others had already done with him… it seemed unlikely that anyone would have had the same thing in mind… the five of us are pretty different.
It was actually a little after midnight when he finally arrived…or well, it could have actually been midnight or earlier and I just didn’t realize he was there until later because I couldn’t hear him knocking on the door. I’d become a spastic ball of energy while waiting for him and had gone into full on living room–dance club mode, radio blasting, arms flailing, and singing at the top of my lungs. When the cd ended, I heard the pounding on the door… shit, okay.. answer it. I probably should have done a mirror check first, but well, I did not.
I took a deep breath and opened the door to Nick’s slightly bemused face. I’m not sure if he’d heard my white-chick-rapping impression and was laughing at that, or however I may have looked just then after dancing around my living room like a club kid on ecstasy.
I smiled, “Hi…”
“Hey Chellie…” I got a straight up Carter grin as I moved out of the way and he walked inside. “Sorry to interrupt.” He said, chuckling.
“I get bored easily… have to keep myself amused.” I explained, trying to – as subtly as possible – let my eyes roam over him.
“I understand that.” he said, obviously trying to do the same thing I was.
“Has the week been good?” I asked, trying to decide exactly what to do with him now that I had him. My brain just wasn’t working quite right, I mean, god, the man is such a distraction. He’s SO beautiful and just… wow.
“Yeah… definitely interesting. Lots of new experiences.”
I had to laugh, “Lots of sex, too, I’m sure.”
A smirk flashed across his face, “Yeah, that, too.”
I smiled. Yep, those were my girls. “And you have gotten to sleep at some point, right?” I asked, really hoping he wasn’t going to say he was tired now, because I was WAY too wound up for sleeping.
“Yeah…even with everything going on I’ve probably gotten more sleep this week than I usually do.” he told me, dropping down onto my couch and settling in.
“So… is that something you’re wanting to do again, soon… or… not so much?”
“Sleep? I’m good, kinda wired, actually…”
I laughed again. “Yeah, I can imagine Lindsay having that effect.”
“Alright… I’m good to go… I can see you are, too… so what’s first?” he asked.
I thought for a moment, “Okay, at this particular time, we have exactly two options. One is a very late dinner-slash-very early breakfast at Denny’s… or… the other option.”
“What’s the other option?”
“Can’t tell you,” I replied, giving him my own best smirk.
“I chose option number two.” he replied, mimicking my expression.
“Rock on!” I disappeared into my bedroom to change my clothes, almost giddy. Option Number Two was something I’d many times thought about doing with him… I figured it would just HAVE to be a good time.
I probably shouldn’t have been surprised when he appeared in the doorway, I mean, c’mon, aren’t most guys going to go where there’s a chick changing clothes? But I wasn’t expecting him, so when I caught his reflection in my mirror I was adjusting my bra, I admit, I squealed.
“Whoa… sorry!” he said, backing out of the room.
“Hey… wait, no, it’s okay, I was just a little caught off-guard there.” I could hardly complain, you know? I was hoping for him to see a lot more of me than that before the day was over.
Given where we were going, based on his choice, I had to dress appropriately… short skirt, tight shirt, and hooker boots. I could see Nick smiling from where he was standing in the door way as I got dressed, I guess he must have enjoyed the ensemble.
“Are we going out… like, clubbing?” he asked.
I noticed him checking out his own clothes – dark jeans and a button-down shirt the sleeves had been ripped off of – and guessed he was worried about his outfit. “Nope. And you look fucking hot.”
He chuckled, “Thanks.”
I went to quickly put on some make-up… not that anyone was going to be able to see me, but still… it’s the effort that counts, right? And yeah, I admit it, I flipped my skirt up in the mirror to check how my ass looked in the thong I had on (quite good!).
When I came back out of the bathroom, I found Nick knelt down in front of my cd collection, inspecting the titles. “You have a crazy mix here…”
“I prefer to think of it as eclectic, ” I told him, smiling. “You ready?”
He popped up, “Yeah… I’m curious.”
I grabbed my purse, “I’m sure it’s nothing you haven’t done before, you’re just doing it with me for the first time.”
He chuckled at my phrasing, “Probably won’t be the only thing, huh?”
“I can only hope.” I said, locking the door behind us as we walked out to my car.
We got out to the car and as soon as the doors were open, he was laughing.
“What??” I’m used to people harassing me about my car– it’s new and it’s cute, but really, the 4-door sedan doesn’t entirely fit my style.
“You have Buccaneers seat covers!”
“Uh, yeah… I’m also the only teacher at my building with a Linkin Park sticker on my car,
too… what’s your point?” I asked, slipping into the driver’s seat.
“It’s just… funny. I mean, it’s cool, but it’s funny. I’d have never expected…”
He was cut off by me turning the car on, causing music of an unreasonable decibel level to shake the car.
“Ride the cock ‘til you hit the spot…”
It was my turn to laugh until I snorted as I reached to turn the volume down. Wow, my car is reading my mind now.
“Wow… Buccaneers AND Tommy Lee… this night is already off to a good start.” He remarked, smiling and turning the stereo back up some.
I started the song over, I mean, c’mon, you need the full “Get Naked” experience… especially if Nick Carter is going to sing with you.
When the song was over – I know I was probably flushed… seriously, try trading lyrically-based innuendo like “.. you ain’t licking this, you ain’t sticking this!”(me) and “I ain’t leavin’ ‘til you’re sleepin’ on a cum-stain” (him) and not end up turned on.
I had a case of the giggles, too, as I laugh when I’m nervous and after that… I was nervous. I’d been wired with anticipation before he got there and then sort of got caught up in his presence and hadn’t really been able to dwell on what I was thinking, but now.. I was thinking… and my heart was pounding. But I’d be good. I’d wait. At least a little while.
As we cruised up the highway, we began talking… first about Tommy Lee, an obvious place to start, and then went off on random tangents from there. We covered music, sports, and were veering off in yet another direction when I took a turn down a road that apparently made him a little nervous.
“Uhhh… where are we going?” he asked, peering out of the window into the extreme darkness.
In order to get where we were going – it required a drive through an area that DID look like it was straight out of a (bad) horror movie, so he probably thought that I was taking him somewhere that no one would ever see him again.
“To the bad part of town.” I told him, snickering.
“Wouldn’t there have to BE a town for there to be a bad part of it?”
“Oh come on, where’s your sense of adventure?” I razzed.
“This looks like one of the places my friends and I would drive hoping to see UFOs.” he said, looking up through the open moonroof.
I laughed again, “I assure you, we are not searching for signs of intelligent life out here.”
We finally got into another area where it looked like some sort of civilization might exist and I think he was a little relieved to know there might actually BE a destination to arrive at. He was still looking around suspiciously at all the little shops – the cheap liquor stores, gas stations with two pumps, and then… the neon.
He started naming off the strip clubs as we passed the signs, “Damn.. there’s a lot of them out here!” he remarked, probably thinking ‘yeah, typical chick, just driving right past all of them’.
“Yeah, there’s quite a few…” I said, smirking to myself as I pulled into a parking lot.
Nick finally looked in front of him, instead of out to the side, and said, “NO WAY!”
I got out of the car and walked around in front to wait for him. “No way what?”
“We’re at Hustler!?!?” he exclaimed, jumping out of the car.
“Yup.” I said as I pointed my remote-lock-thing at the car to lock the doors. “I figure if we’re going to do it, we’re gonna do it right.”
He just stood there, looking befuddled. “You brought me… to a strip club….”
“Is there a problem?” I asked, titling my head, as I waited for an answer.
“NO! I just… damn… I’d have never expected…” He caught himself and laughed. “I’m gonna say that a lot aren’t I?”
I nodded, “Probably yes. Never been to a strip club with a chick before?”
He shook his head. “No… can’t say I have.”
“You are so missing out.” I said, taking a step toward the door.
“Obviously!” He reached out for my hand, slipping his fingers between mine.
I smiled in the darkness… yeah, this was going to be a good night.
We got carded at the door, of course, and Nick laughed… I guess it had been a while since he’d had to show his ID anywhere. He paid the $20 to get in… I, being a girl, got in free, of course, and we walked into the club… the smoke, the dark, the blaring bass-heavy music.
“Okay, here comes the tricky part…” I started.
“What, finding a table?” he asked.
“No… do we go start in the bar… or do we hit the Hustler store first?”
“Ahhh, good question… I say we do the bar first and then shop on the way out when we’re… inspired.” He answered.
I nodded in approval. “I like the way you think.”
He grabbed my hand again and we wound our way through the club, past two of the stages and lots of tables of guys, drinking and smoking, and all looking at me. I scanned the tables, yeah there were two other chicks in the whole building, not including the dancers, of course. We actually managed to find a table near the main stage, but also right near one of the random poles in the center of the room… I was pleased, excellent vantage point.
We sat down and immediately had a waitress appear to get us started on our drinks – beer for him, a shot of tequila for me.
“You’re not wasting any time!” he chuckled.
I shrugged, “It will probably be the only thing I drink tonight, so I might as well go right to the good stuff.”
He might have had something to say to that, but probably lost it as his head whipped around to look at the girl who’d just jumped up to start working the pole to his right. Tall, long, wavy black hair, a tattoo on her ass that read “Sexy Bitch”, she totally captured his attention. I admit, I was intrigued, too… pole dancers amaze me.. there is serious athletic talent involved.
Our drinks arrived and Nick still didn’t notice – Pole Girl was hanging upside down, her ankles wrapped around the pole, her hair skimming the floor and her obviously fake breasts hadn’t moved.
“She looks better from the back,” I said, grabbing my shot as soon as the waitress set it on the table.
“What?” Nick finally pulled his eyes off the girl and back to me.
“I said she looks better from the back, ” I repeated.
“That’s what I thought you said…I just.. wasn’t sure…”
“She’s got a great ass… but fake tits… so not cool.” I said, shaking my head. I will never understand silicone.
Nick chugged about half of his beer. “She DOES have a great ass…” he said, sort of cautiously, like he was testing me out. “But… the one over there…”he paused and pointed, “is even better.”
My eyes followed where he was pointing, to a girl with short, crazy, blondish hair… a good body, and yes, an awesome ass. And then she turned around… “Whoa… butter… god…”
Nick looked at me, curiously, “Butter?”
“Yeah, everything is hot butter face…” I said. I’m not trying to be a snarky bitch, but seriously, that girl had no business working in a place that is based solely on looks.
Nick laughed so hard I thought he was going to fall out of his chair, “Oh god, I have GOT to remember that… the guys will love it…”
I just rolled my eyes. Boys. What are you going to do with them?
We girl-watched for a while… picking out our favorites and making comments on everyone. We chided song choices, dance steps, and stupid tattoos. We hollered and whistled for impressive moves and use of music, and good clothes… we particularly enjoyed a chorus-line of Daisy Duke wannabes… Jessica Simpson they were not, but they were very entertaining.
Several beers and shots later (yes, I caved and did a few more), the girls began circulating around the room, looking for horny bastards to give lapdances to.
One our favorite girls - a strawberry blonde with a wild mess of curls – and possibly the only real boobs in the building, aside from mine – who was curvy and actually appeared to enjoy her job – came by and Nick waved her over. He slouched down in his chair when she straddled him and I heard him groan as she dropped down onto his lap, her hips swivveling over him, obviously at just the right place. I scooted my chair over to be able to get a better view of him and the look on his face – his head had dropped back and he was definitely enjoying her… talent… from his expression. I couldn’t help but giggle… and yeah, honestly, I thought it was pretty hot.
I couldn’t take my eyes off of him, so I was a little surprised when another girl practically fell in my lap.
“Hey, pretty…” she said, actually sitting on me, and flipping her long, blonde hair over her shoulder.
“Hello…” I watched as Nick paid the girl who’d been grinding on him and sat back up, looking a little dazed, and then very pleased that a girl was now giving me some attention.
“I thought you could use some action, too.” She turned around to face Nick and rearranged herself on me.
“Far bet it from me to refuse..” I said. She was hot… I like lapdances… let’s go! I saw Nick smirking as she started moving against me… I figured I might as well let him enjoy the show and slid down in my chair, moving my legs apart. I admit it… I moaned when the girl got going, she was good!
She stood up and turned around to face me and straddled me again, her boobs dangling right in my face. “Lick me.” She said.
“DO IT!” Nick hollered, clapping gleefully.
Oh hell, why not? I flicked my tongue over her nipple and she turned slightly, apparently that was my cue to get the other one. I did it again and she leaned down to kiss me. Now that, I was not prepared for. But… that didn’t stop me from smacking her ass. She smiled at me and took the money Nick was practically throwing at her, gave me a wink and walked away.
“That was awesome!” Nick said, giggling in that adorable way of his. “You got a lapdance!”
“Uh, yeah, not the first time.” I replied.
“And you licked her! And she kissed you! And you spanked her!” He was still giggling.
I had to laugh at him, it was cute he was so entertained by the whole thing. I wasn’t the first time I’d licked or spanked anyone, certainly, but I admit, I’d never had the experience with a stripper before. I saw some of the other guys eyeing me, probably envious I’d been allowed to touch her, as they would have been thrown out on their asses for trying the same thing.
The place had cleared out quite a bit… it was getting pretty late. I was just about to ask Nick if he was ready to go when the blonde chick who had just been grinding on me came back by and grabbed my wrist.
“Whoa… hi… um… what’s going on??” I asked as she began pulling me towards the larger stage with her.
“I figured we could give your boyfriend a show.” she told me.
“He’s n-not my boy-boyfriend…” I stammered as she actually dragged me up the steps and onto the stage. What the hell! I didn’t want to be on stage! Lapdances, good… fine. On stage, not fine!
“Whatever. He’ll still enjoy it.. and so will I.” she said, turning me around to face the room. I could see Nick, of course, from where I was and the very anxious grin on his face. I was willing to bet his other four days hadn’t gotten off to a start quite like this one.
The music started… PussyCat Dolls, “Dontcha”… and I didn’t have a freaking clue what I was supposed to be doing up there. Blondie had plans for me though, slinking around me and at one point, sticking her head up under my skirt, and occasionally pulling me in front of her to bump-n-grind. I got into it pretty quick… I like an audience, though I may protest, and if I was already up there… might as well go for it. She grabbed me and kissed me again – that time I discovered her tongue was pierced – and then helped me off the stage where a very wound up Nick was waiting.
“THAT was fucking cool!” he said, as I began walking toward the door, him right behind me.
I laughed, “I am so glad you enjoyed that.”
“Hell yeah! I was hoping she was going to make you strip, too.” he told me with a smirk.
I stopped in the middle of the parking lot, wiggled out of my thong and handed it to him.
“Here. You can get the rest off when we get back to my place.”
I started to unlock the car, but remembered something. “OH! We didn’t go shopping!”
Nick was still standing there, my underwear in his hand. “I don’t wanna go shopping.”
It was clear he had other things on his mind just then. “C’mon, I’m asking you to go look at sex toys… not office supplies.”
He considered for a moment, “Any chance you’ll find some you want to use?”
“Beyond the collars and cuffs and whips I’ve already got?” I asked, watching his eyes widen. “Yeah, it’s possible. “ I smirked and turned to walk back into the store.
~~~
The shopping trip through Hustler’s impressive toy store opened up a floodgate of stories for the drive home. He had stories that I weren’t entirely sure if I should laugh about or just be utterly amazed at… and all in all, I could only hope he actually lived up to the sex god I was imagining him to be after the tales were told. I spilled a few of my own greatest moments and even confessed to the “getting-caught-by-my-college-roommate” stories.
I was shocked when we got in the car back at the club and I saw that it was almost 4 AM. Damn… time flies…
As we were approaching my house again, I started yawning.. it WAS pretty late. I could see
Nick fighting the urge to do the same thing, but was basically unsuccessful. I heard him mumbling to himself, “What was that?”
“I didn’t wanna sleep yet…” he grumbled.
I laughed, knowing most likely what he DID want to do. “Dude, there is plenty of time for that.”
I pulled into the garage and hopped out of the car, with him right behind me. As I was going to unlock the door into the house, he caught me and turned me around… being on the step put us just about eye-to-eye, but I only got to look at him for a second before his lips were on mine. And suddenly we were both very awake.
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I opened one eye to look over at the clock… noon. Okay, not nearly as bad as I’d anticipated. Considering we didn’t even sleep until close to 7 AM.. we were in bed before that, but, uh, not sleeping.
When we actually had decided to sleep, I’d turned him into my pillow-slash-teddy bear, draping myself across him and snuggling up.
I crawled out of bed… or well, attempted to crawl out of bed, but was caught and pulled back into bed. “Good morning,” I giggled.
“Mm hmm.”
He looked so cute, eyes still closed, hair going every which way, I leaned down to kiss his forehead, “C’mon, cowboy… get up…”
“Is there a plan or are you just making me get up against my will?” he asked, finally opening his eyes.
“You’ve got a couple options.” I told him, walking into the bathroom to brush my teeth.
He appeared right behind me again, “And those are?”
I made him wait until I was done brushing, rinsing and spitting, and answered, “Well… I’m dying to mess with your hair… I’d love to go shopping and make you play dress up for me…” I paused to snicker at his expression, obviously he had no idea what I had in mind, “… but I also thought about taking you to where I work… and possibly… having a food fight.”
He smiled, “How about all of the above?”
“That can probably be arranged.” I said and turned around to kiss him… a girl could get used to mornings like this.
I went to find something to wear while he took over the bathroom, trying to figure out how to use my remaining hours. I HAD to get another couple rounds in with him… last night had been so frenzied… strictly just an expenditure of pent-up lust, possibly moreso on my part than he… but he was an extreme willing (and ready) partner. Today, at some point, I wanted to take more time, draw things out… really see him and feel him. .. get the full experience… and not just get our rocks of. Not that there’s anything wrong with that… because there wasn’t… hell no there wasn’t.
Since I was technically supposed to be at work (c’mon, you take the day off for Nick!) it wasn’t like we could go there during in-session hours… so maybe we’d hit the mall first. I really wanted to get him in Hot Topic for a clothing free-for-all, boy would make a HOT punk/goth, I swear.. and if he was game, I wanted to get some color on that hair, too.
I wasn’t nearly as surprised this time when I turned around and saw him watching me again… I was learning that he was actually remarkably more observant than one might expect.
“I bet you’re dangerous.” he said.
“You bet I’m what?” I asked, looking at him oddly. ‘Dangerous’ was not really a word I’d chose to describe myself under any circumstance.
“Dangerous. I think people probably expect one thing of you and you end up being very different… and that gives you an element of surprise, or danger.” he explained.
I smiled, “You recognize that in me because you see it in yourself, right?”
He nodded, “Yeah, probably… am I right?”
“I am perpetually surprising… and I rarely have to work at it.” I admitted.
“Lindsay warned me about you.” he said, smiling.
“She what??” What the hell had she said?
“I couldn’t expect to be in charge with you around… I sort of see it, but I keep waiting for you to, like, grab your whip and make me beg for mercy.” he said, giving a little giggle.
I laughed, “Oh I have my moments… and I DO have a whip… which probably does and doesn’t surprise people.”
This lead to a spirited conversation on shock value as we left the house, headed for the mall. In the middle of a story about how one of the few times he’d really had to TRY to shock someone, I interrupted to ask, “Is that part of why you agreed to this week?”
“What?” he asked, not quite understanding what I was asking.
At the next stoplight, I turned to him to elaborate. “Did you agree to this because you thought it would be something you thought no one would expect you to do? Like you thought it would shock people if you agreed to hang out with 5 chicks you didn’t know for 5 days?”
“Maybe a little bit… but more than that… I think I agreed to it, just because I was curious. Like, there’s so many people that seem to think they want to be a part of MY world, without having any clue what it’s really like…. I liked the idea of getting to be a part of five other lives, without knowing what I was getting into… so yeah, it was a surprise, but more for me than anyone else.” he answered.
“So, have you been surprised?” I asked, getting ready to turn into the mall.
“Everyday. I’ve seen and done things I’d have never gotten to otherwise… and it’s all been really normal, basic stuff. I think that’s why I like it so much. Even when I’m at home in LA, just with my friends, there’s still this…like, unreal quality to all of it… so this has been a nice change.” he said, glancing along the exterior of the mall as he got out of the car. “So, what’s going on here?”
“We’re going shopping. Well, not shopping, more like… I’m going to throw clothes at you… and you’re going model them for me.” I said, smiling. I was pleased with what he’d just told me… and I really, really loved the idea of being able to play dress-up with him.
He thought for a moment, “I will… on one condition…”
I strongly suspected a trip to Victoria’s Secret was going to imminent. “What’s that?”
“You have to do the same thing for me.”
Bingo. I laughed, “I expected that. BUT I’m just talking Hot Topic… not, like, Man-Thongs R Us or something.”
The look on his face before he cracked up was priceless. He laughed until he actually gasped for a breath. “MAN-THONGS R US?!?”
I snorted, I couldn’t help it. Watching him laugh made me laugh, too. “C’mon, wouldn’t that be a hit? A store with nothing but rows and rows of banana-hammocks? ‘Fifty percent off holiday nut-huggers!’”
We were leaning against my car, making it shake with the force of our laughter. A older couple passing by gave us a suspicious look, probably thinking we were high or something, but it didn’t matter… we were amused.
He finally said, “And your spokesmodel… Tommy would be ALL over that!”
“Can’t say I’d blame him..” I mumbled, finally starting to breathe normally again.
Nick let out a long breath, still giggling. “Wow, that was … fantastic.” He grabbed my hand as we walked through the mall doors, and I could see his eyes darting around, probably comparing the mall to all the others he’d been in.
We passed through the food court and headed down onto the lower level without receiving many looks, except those from all the mall-walkers, mom’s power-walking behind strollers containing passed-out infants, tired of too many trips past the stores. I love the mall when school is in session, it’s the perfect time to shop.
We walked into Hot Topic, getting an obligatory once-over from the well-pierced and ink-stained staff. They’re always friendly, but you know they’re always wondering “What are these peppy freaks doing in my store?”
I whispered to Nick, “Think we should tell them how much ink we’ve got between the two of us?”
He laughed, “Only if you promise to show them your piercings, too.”
I shook my head as I made a beeline for the men’s clothes, grabbing everything off the racks that caught my attention: mesh shirts, camouflage pants, pants with bondage straps and chains… I could stay occupied for hours in here. But.. I realized, a trip to somewhere a little more mainstream was going to be in order… as much as I enjoyed the cargo pants he was rocking, the man was going to get into some carpenter jeans, or hell, any kind of jeans, before the day was over.
One of the employees noticed the giant stack of clothes I was staggering around in and asked, “Uh, you want me to start you a dressing room?”
“Yes please!” I said, unloading all the clothes on him. I meandered around through the accessories, picking up a few more things and finally beckoned Nick over.
“You ready for me?” he asked, and I could tell by the glint in his eyes he meant that both ways.
“Always” I replied, pushing him into the dressing room full of clothes that’d I’d arranged into outfits that I thought would look hot together.
“Holy shit! Is there anything left on the racks??” he hollered when he got a look of what waiting for him.
“Oh just get naked already!” I shouted back.
He peeked his head out of the dressing room, “You better join me, then…”
I winked at him, “Obviously.”
I heard some muttering and clanking when he disappeared back inside and could only imagine he was having some issues with the straps on some of the pants.
When he reemerged a few moments later, pulling the curtain aside and stepping out for me to see him, I swear my jaw actually hit the floor. “Holy… mother… of… god…”
“Good? Bad?” he looked down at what he was wearing, sounding a little concerned.
“Fucking amazing…” I whispered, my eyes roving over him, trying to take in every tiny detail so I’d remember it for later (and fantasize about forever).
He chuckled and then squirmed a little under the intensity of my gaze. “Think I should buy it?”
I could only imagine the reaction of girls all over the world if they saw him in this… a sheer black shirt with a black wifebeater under it, black pants with red-and-black bondage straps… god, all he needed was a collar, eyeliner, and his nails painted black and I’d have had a spontaneous orgasm right there.
I looked around to see if any employees were watching… if they weren’t, I was so going to molest him in the dressing room… and my hopes were immediately dashed by a pissy-looking girl who was watching me closely, like she could read my mind and knew what my intentions were.
“Would you ever wear it?” I asked him, finally responding to his question.
“I might, y’know, since no one would really expect to see me in something like this…” he said, smiling at me because he knew I’d understand.
“There’s your answer”, I told him, still trying to stare at him. It was just too GOOD not to… the shirt clung to his body just right and the past fit perfectly over that amazing ass and then got a little bit baggier- and the bondage straps were just begging me to play with them… but I was good. I backed up against the wall across from the dressing room and crossed my arms behind my back, so I wouldn’t try to grab him. I was mostly successful. Basically. Pretty much.
On our way out of the store – he’d ended up buying some of the things he’d tried on, and I’d snuck in a purchase while he wasn’t looking – he took my hand and looked around the mall, like he was deciding where he wanted to take me and subject me to playing fashion show.
“Do you get tired of it?” I asked, completely out of nowhere.
He looked at me, “Tired of what?”
“Trying to figure out who everyone wants you to be.. and then trying to be that for them?” I clarified, wondering if I’d made him feel the same way.
He dropped down onto a bench and motioned for me to sit in the space next to him. “Yes and no. Like this week, I’ve been totally clueless what anyone wanted from me…but as the days went with each person, I didn’t have to figure it out, because I was just… hanging out. I answered questions, I asked questions, and I just got to sort of… BE around everyone. That was awesome. I did things that were new and fun.. and interesting, even. Normally, it’s not like that. I usually feel like yeah, I’m putting on a show for everyone. This week was good for me, I didn’t have to be anything to anyone, things just happened… and I think for the most part, at least, everyone has been happy with everything.”
I thought about what he said, unsure as to whether or not he actually answered my question, but I was basically satisfied with what he said. He was enjoying this week, which was the whole point. I figured I’d let it slide, “So… where do you wanna take me?”
He chuckled, “Take you? From behind? Up against a wall?”
I felt the blush creep across my cheeks, not from embarrassment, but from the sheer heat taking over my body. He could take me anywhere, any way he wanted. And he probably knew that already.
“I think I’ll just get your clothes OFF you, rather than having you put others on.” he said, leaning over to give me a kiss that definitely was not for the eyes of the elderly taking their morning strolls through the mall.
I pulled away from him and jumped up, “Yes. Good plan.” I waited only long enough for him to grab his bags and then I was practically running for the doors.
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“And it washes out?”
“That’s what the box says.” I told him, pointing it out on the label.
“Eh, who cares. Just do it.” he said, pulling his shirt off.
The sight of his bared chest again made me forget what I was supposed to be doing. On the drive home we’d calmed down some, enough for me to confess that I’d bought some bright red dye, with the intention of getting ahold of his hair. He’d been worried when he saw the color, but I assured him I just wanted to do the tips… I thought it’d look insanely cool when he went with the JBF look. Theory was, I’d do his hair, then actually test it out with the JBF look by actually fucking him so he could officially look ‘just been fucked’. Good plan, right? We thought so.
I got the color ready, mixing it up and getting his hair to stand up so I could brush the dye just on the tips. I was trying my hardest to concentrate and he was quiet for a while, but then began asking me questions… more about my life, what I do, what I want. It was cute for him to be inquisitive, whether he was really curious or not. He seemed to be, though, when I’d answer something, he’d ask more if he wanted to know something else.
When I had all the color on, I cleaned up my table and came back to straddle his lap. I leaned in to kiss him softly, then pulled away, nibbling on his lower lip.
His arms came around me, pressing my chest against his and he kissed me again, deeply, intensely. I moaned, unconsciously beginning to grind against him. This was bad. Immediately, my fingers wanted to tangle in his hair and tug gently. I couldn’t touch it. What I was really wanting to do was going to take much more time than the 15 minutes we had to wait for the hair color to set.
I made myself pull away from him and he groaned, asking why I stopped. I explained my logic. He didn’t like it. I suggested something that I knew would take much less time than 15 minutes. He smirked and in flash, I was lying on the floor and he was on the floor, kneeling, his hands sliding under me… and I will never, as long as I live, forget what those blue eyes look like, peering up at me from between my thighs.
Somewhere, in possibly my last lucid thought before the stars started exploding in my head, I heard what was playing on the stereo, and knew that every time I heard it from now on, “Sugar, we’re goin’ down” was going to have a very different meaning for me.
I was still catching my breath when the timer went off, signaling it was time for him to rinse. I was half-tempted to jump in the shower with him, but I was pretty sure he’d been there, done that at least once this week… I’d actually bet my spleen on one day… so I lay there, still sprawled in the middle of the floor as he went off to the shower to rinse. I’d heard he was gifted… that those fingers and his tongue could work magic... and wow… there are not words in my vocabulary to actually describe how good that was. I know that sounds like too big a deal, but seriously, there’s good and then there’s GOOD. And this, was nothing short of GOOD.
I finally picked myself up and went to get dressed again… somehow it had become almost 5 pm. If I was going to take him to see the rest of my world, we were going to have to go soon for the window of opportunity I was looking for. And then he got out of the shower, all drippy wet and just wearing a towel.. my beloved black-and-red “old school” towel… nautical stars and broken hearts… and wow, the last thing on my mind was leaving. Shocker.
He ran his hands through his hair, shaking the water out and making it stand-up. Wet, it was too dark to really tell just how cool it was going to turn out. But at the moment… I did not care about his hair.
He smirked at me, he knew I was checking him out yet again. “Are we coming… or going?” he chuckled.
“Going, uh… then, um, coming?” I stammered. I could never be around him all the time… I’d never get anything done. He’s too damn distracting.
He just smiled and went off to find his clothes, and I heard him singing, “Am I more than you bargained for yet? I've been dying to tell you anything you want to hear… Cause that's just who I am this week..” (*)
I guess he’d heard the stereo, too. I walked to where he was, “Is that what you’re doing this week?”
“Huh?”
“Telling us what we want to hear.”
He looked at me, “No… I’ve been very honest this week, with everyone.” He paused, then laughed, “When we got around to talking.”
I shook my head, getting the impression that nothing could stay serious with him very long. When he was dressed his hair had dried enough for us to tell that it had turned out REALLY freakin’ cool. I put some gel on my hands and had him sit back down in the chair for a good make-out session, letting my hands tug and scrunch at his hair while we kissed, giving him an authentic thoroughly-ruffled look. He went to check it out in the mirror and loved it… the red was just enough to be fun… and a little bit unexpected.
We headed off to the building I worked at, following the crowd headed to the basketball game. When everyone else veered off to the right, we went left, sneaking into the academic wing that none of the spectators from the game would be allowed to go in.
I watched him as he looked around, taking in the posters on the walls of the hallways, the rows of lockers, and tried to decipher what the look on his face meant. I wondered if he’d ever actually really BEEN in a high school and had the chance to just look around and hang out for a while.
We wondered around the halls holding hands until we got to my room. He kept nibbling on my neck as I tried to unlock the door. “Dude, if you ever wanna get in here, you’ve gotta stop that.”
“Get in where? ‘Cause I think it might be helping my chances for some places… ” he noted (correctly), apparently never one to miss an opportunity for innuendo.
I finally got the door unlocked and reached in to flip the lights on, giggling to myself at his wide-eyed expression as he took in everything on the walls and slipped into one of the student desks, having to arrange himself more than once to get comfortable.
“God, these things suck.” he said.
I nodded, “Yeah I don’t envy the kids for having to sit in those all day. My ass goes numb after about 10 minutes in one of those things.”
He asked to see the textbook and flipped through a few pages. “I don’t remember any of this stuff.”
I laughed, “Don’t worry, neither do any of the kids.”
We talked for a little bit longer and then he asked if we could go around the rest of the building. We checked out the cafeteria (home of, arguably, the worst food in the state) and then made it down to the gyms were a very loud basketball game was in progress. He couldn’t resist peeking his head in the door and lingering, obviously quickly caught up in the action.
“You wanna go in?” I asked, already knowing the answer.
“Can we?” he asked, his voice soft enough it was almost lost over the noise of the cheers coming from the gyms.
I grabbed his hand and walked quickly around the building, sneaking in the backside of the building so we wouldn’t be quite as noticeable. We quickly scaled the bleachers and grabbed a seat at the top of the “home team” section. No one paid much attention, they were all too deeply involved in the game to notice me and some guy.
I watched Nick more closely than I did the game… his eyes followed the teams up and down the court and he’d be muttering under his breath to the players and the refs. Whenever there was a time-out, I’d see him looking closely at the teams huddled up, and I swear, more than once he looked a little sad… I think probably wishing that’d have been him out there, part of the team, one of the star players.
When the game was closing in on the end of the fourth quarter and it was obvious who was going to win (sadly, not the home team), I asked if he was ready, I thought it might be in our best interest to avoid the post-game stampede. He nodded and we slipped back out, him taking one last look.
“I wonder what I missed, sometimes.” he said on the way back out to the car.
“I’m sure…” I smiled at him as I unlocked the doors. “You’d have been a total stud… all the cheerleaders would have forgotten their silly routines watching you.”
He smiled back at me, “Yeah…”
As soon as we were back in the car, he was zoning out, probably imaging himself in the situation we’d just watched, taking orders from the coach, hoping his teammates would pass him the ball, and not caring that all the girls were staring at his ass when he was waiting for a penalty-shot to rebound.
We got back to my place and he was still pretty quiet, and I just assumed, still lost in his thoughts. Which he probably was, just not the thoughts I’d imagined.
He grabbed me as soon as we walked in the door and pushed me up against the wall, “You think the players get lucky after the game?”
“I know they do…” I said, nibbling at his lower lip. “But I think you might have to work for it.” I teased him.
He gave me a devilish smirk, “You think so?”
Well, I thought so. Previously. Before he looked at me like that. Now… um, yeah, I was just his for the taking. “Maybe?” I half-asked, half-squeaked because he was still giving me this state that was pure seduction, just screaming “fuck me” with his eyes.
“I don’t think so” he said, his lips meeting mine in a crushing kiss that practically stole the breath from my body.
He wins. I don’t need to tell him this because I knew that he knew, from the way my body had turned to a mass of nothing but jello, made of nothing to hold me up and I was sliding down the wall… the kiss, that look, the feel of his body pressing against mine.
His hands slipped under my shirt, pushing it up as he kissed me, then broke the kiss to pull it off over my head. "Where?" he asked, bowing his head to bite and suck at my neck.
Where?!? Who cares where? I don't even care how.. just... NOW. He moved his hands under my arms, to hold me up. I slipped my arms around his neck, and then he was running his hands down my sides and around my hips, grabbing me to pull me up against him and hold me there. He walked quickly to my bedroom, dropping me at the edge of the bed and stepping back for just a second to pull his clothes off.
I stared intently at him, watching the clothes get removed, getting a chance to finally really look at him in all his glory. I was secretly pleased that in all the times I'd imagined him naked, I'd actually come pretty close to the truth... the pudge of his tummy, the lightness of his happy trail, the muscle in his thighs, and ... yeah, his cock was everything I was hoping for, too. We'd been in such a hurry the first time we'd gotten naked I hadn't really seen anything and this time, desperate as I was to have him all over me, I wanted to be able to remember what he looked like, just like this, before we got around to to getting it on.
He stepped between my knees, reaching down to undo my jeans without looking... he was watching me watch him... his eyes on mine. I helped him get them off of me and wiggled up the bed when he pointed me in that direction. He crawled up the bed to me, moving slowly, still watching me. When he was hovering directly above me, he leaned down, like he was going to do a push-up, arm muscles flexing, flickering his tongue over my lips before sinking into me... a deep kiss and his full weight on me.
I could feel him, pressing against my thigh, and I moaned, I just wanted him ... so badly. I moved my legs apart, letting him settle between them... but surely we weren't going to be so traditional as... nope, he moved again, kneeling back and sliding his hands up my calves, bringing my feet up over his shoulders.
"OoohhhmmmyyGODDDDDDDD!" The noise that left my lips as he slid into me was probably audible three streets over. Perfect.. just perfect... his size, the angle, the depth, the... FUCK that's GOOD.
He was obviously pleased, too, groaning with satisfaction as he began moving against me, thrusting in and out in a slow, sexy rhythm. His hands wandered up and down my legs, skimming my calves, down to my thighs and back up.
I reached to grab my headboard, fingers wrapping around the intricately designed polished silver swirling metal. My moaned loudly again as his hands slipped underneath me, raising my hips just enough to let him touch places inside me everytime he would thrust to turn me into a quivering disaster. My back arched in response to his movements and I let go of the headboard with one hand to slide it down my body, between my legs. I saw his smirk as his eyes followed my hand.
My hips rocked with the motions of my fingers, I fought to keep my eyes on his to watch his face, the succession of expressions the quick change from the pleasure of being buried deep inside me to the exquisite torture of pulling back only to slide back in. His breathing was hard and ragged, much like my own, the sharp, gaspy intakes of air.
His body shuddered as he began to change the pace, moving a little faster, more recklessly. I moaned and gripped the headboard tighter with the one hand still hanging onto it. He pushed my knees closer to my chest and slid in just a little deeper, enough to make me cry out for him. His hands slid down my legs and he gently moved my hand out of the way, beginning to rub his fingers in rough circles over my clit.
He leaned forward just enough as he was thrusting for me to reach up, and tangle my fingers in his red-tipped hair, and tug, causing him to growl, a low, sexy sound that seemed to shake him from the inside out. I moaned in response, my hands slipping down to grip his arms, my nails digging into him. His movements were becoming frantic, and I was practically praying it would last just a little longer… I was almost there. He gave my clit a little pinch, just as I shifted enough to have our bodies crashing together in a spontaneous orgasmic explosion… He hissed as he came, followed by a deep groan as I tightened around him, over and over, my body trembling beneath him.
I was breathing hard as he lowered himself onto me again, kissing me intensely. I wrapped my legs around his, my arms winding themselves around his neck. I realize that kind of talent only comes from a lot of practice, but just then, I was thankful for every girl who’d ever shown him what was up.
He rolled over so we were lying on our sides, facing each other. He brushed a wayward strand of damp hair away from my face and smiled.
I smiled back and whimpered, I was pretty sure my body was ruined all the way to the cellular level, which meant there would be no complete sentences for a while. He pulled me closer to him and kissed me sweetly on the forehead, his hand moving slowly up and down my back. I couldn’t help but glance toward the clock, I had to know what I was working with here. 10:30 pm. I had an hour and a half. God this day had gone quickly.
“Trying to figure out if you’ve got time to fit that food fight in?” he asked, chuckling.
“Oh… I’d forgotten all about that…” I said. Yeah, that had totally slipped my mind. There were, easily, about a hundred things I’d love to lick off that beautiful body, but that would have required me to move, to let go of him… and I wasn’t willing to do that just then.
“How about we save that for next time?” he asked, giving me an all-out Carter grin.
“Next time?” Wow, did I sound as over-anxious as I thought I did? Probably.
“Yeah, I gotta do this more often. Take the time to just hang out, see new things, meet new people, or well, hang out with people who were new people or… whatever. You know what I mean.” he laughed.
As long as it meant I’d see him again, I didn’t really care WHAT he meant.
We spent the next hour lounging in bed, laughing and talking, playing the Random Question game… asking each other the most off-the-wall inquiries we could come up with. I learned a lot about him and he seemed amused by most of what he learned about me… it was a great way to wind down an amazing day.
At 11:30, we got up, got dressed, and that invisible weight just sort of descended. The imminent good-byes were looming. I wondered how the other girls had done, how they’d been able to deal with this amazing man, who’d no doubt taken their world by storm and turned them upside just like he had mine, leaving. I didn’t want to let him go, selfish as that sounds.
We walked back into the living room, crashing on the couch. He whipped out his cell phone and asked for my number. I must have looked a little surprised, and he said, “Oh come on, you know I’m going to come up with some question at like, 3 am one night that I’m dying to ask you…”
I laughed and gave him the numbers, and I was even more shocked when he offered his. “Is this so I can call and ask you if you’ve seen anything that needs to be stocked at Man-Thongs R US?”
He lost it again, there was just something about that that set him off cackling. “I’m SO getting a shirt made that says that!”
Now THAT idea cracked me up. “If I see that… I will die laughing, immediately.”
“And no one will have a clue what it means except us…” he said, a little smirk playing on his lips.
“You like having a few secrets, don’t you?” I asked.
He nodded, “I gotta keep what I can, sometimes it feels like there isn’t much.”
I gave him a smile, “I can understand that.”
He got up and glanced at the clock. “We’ve got 10 minutes…”
It was my turn to smirk, “Seems like I owe you something that I know won’t take 10 minutes…”
He grinned, “I do like the way you think…”
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I closed the door after he left, feeling sad and a little empty. I’d had no idea what to expect, but really, I don’t think that was it… I’d not expected to feel so close that quickly. I know I have a tendency to fall fast, but damn, this was a new record for me. Or maybe, he just WAS that amazing.
I couldn’t wait to talk to the girls and find out what they’d thought of their days. But that could wait, I needed to lie back down in my bed, on those sheets that would still smell like him… and fall asleep dreaming, pretending he was still there.
(* “Sugar, we’re goin’ down” – Fall Out Boy)