So last night I was over at Tommy's house in his weight room, watching him work out. Now I'm supposed to be working out too, mind you, but I'm just watching him. I mean it's kind of mesmerizing; watching a guy with muscles and tan skin sweating and lifting weights. And have you ever seen the way sweat glistens his skin? Like I said…it's mesmerizing.
Well last night he caught me watching him instead of working out. At first he smiled at me and continued to work on his biceps. Now this should have been my cue to turn away and stop staring at him, but…I was mesmerized. Honestly, the boys in my grade don't have anything close to what Tommy has. They are all just immature boys who dream about having the muscles Tommy has that way girls will drool over them.
Anyways…back to last night…that was his reaction to the first time he caught me watching him. The second time he just had to say a smart ass comment. "Like what you see, Harrison?" You know at the point in time he actually had a reason to be cocky, which explains why I ignored the comment and turned my head. I know he smiled after that.
When I turned my head back to him he was working on his biceps again. I figured it was time to do a little work. So I sit down on the bench-pressing bench. I had seen Tommy do this a million times. Piece of cake, right? Not. I couldn't even get the bar of the holder. I heard Tommy chuckling as he walked over to me and helped me out. Once I finally got the bar off the holder it came down rather fast to my chest. He chuckled again and removed the bar from my hand and placed it back in the holder.
I sighed in relief and looked up at him. He was still chuckling. "I'm glad you thought that was funny." I say. That really hurt my arms. "Harrison, I told you not to try to do that by yourself." He says. I didn't say anything. I just looked up at him. It was like looking at God. There I was, lying down on a bench, looking up at a sweaty Tommy with no shirt on.
I stayed silent and just looked up at him. Honestly I didn't have anything to say. All I could do was look at him. He even looked sexy upside down. After a few more seconds of me just looking up at him he walks over to the front of the bench. I watched him as he climbed on top of me. Now at the time I really wasn't thinking of anything except for him and his body. I wasn't really aware of what was going on.
Before I knew it he was in between my legs looking down at me. He had this serious look on his face and in his eye. Again, I really didn't know what was going on. All I wanted to know was what was going on in his mind. I found out a few seconds later when our lips touched. It was a mutual kiss… meaning we went for each other's lips at the same time. So when you think about it, technically speaking, we both made the first move that time.
We were about twenty minutes into our make session when he pulls away quickly. Either he didn't know how good of a kisser he was or he just liked to mess with my head; either way, he shouldn't have pulled away unexpectantly. I had no thoughts flowing through my head at the time and all I could do was give him a confused look. He just smiled a little and glanced down. I got what he meant.
"I need to go take a shower." He says. I nodded my head and watched as he got off of me and rushed upstairs. Who would have thought that I, Jude Harrison, could make Tommy Quincy hard? Not me.
So now here we sit in the studio in awkward silence. I'm waiting for him to start the conversation and he is obviously waiting on me to start it. I don't know what to say so he should start. Plus he's the guy so he should always start things. Why doesn't he get that? I don't get him. He can be so controlling in the studio, but when it comes to conversations about us or our actions he never wants to say anything.
"So…" I say. That's the best he's going to get. Hopefully he will start the conversation now. He smiles at me. For once he actually takes a hint. "So, about last night…" He begins. I really hope he is planning on saying more than that. I know he dropped out of school when he was in the seventh grade but I know he knows how to use adjectives and verbs. It's very easy.
"Yeah…" I say. I'm not going to start this conversation. I refuse to. "We have to talk about it?" He half asks and half states. Unbelievable. We have spent the past five minutes trying to talk about it and he just half asks if we do? He really likes to mess with my mind…and emotions. One of these days I'm going to tell him that I wouldn't mind if he actually acted on the sexual impulses that I know he has.
"Was that a question?" I ask. I really am confused. He half stated it. "No. Well, let's just not talk about it. You know what happened." He says. I need he didn't want to talk about it. As long he is denying it I'm fine. Because I do know what happened. And I guess it doesn't need to be discussed if we know…I think I just confused myself. No, I want to talk about that fact that his lips were on mine for over 10 minutes.
"Fine, we don't have to talk about the fact that you, uh…got…you know. We will talk about why you kissed me." I say. He's not going to get out of this. And I tried to say that as nice as possible. Now he has that look on his face that means he is thinking about something. And I know that whatever he is thinking about is sex related. It always is with him. He can try to deny it all he wants but I know he is thinking about sex all the time.
"You know why we kissed…well made out." He says. I should have known he was going to say something like that. This is what I get for liking a one sentence type of guy. I know he doesn't like to talk a lot, and sometimes I am thankful for that, but other times, the times when we really do need to talk, he doesn't want to. See this is why he knows more about me then what I know about him. But him being a mystery is kind of why I like him. He always surprises me. Okay I got off topic…where was I? Oh, right, his short answer.
"Well do you have anything to say about it?" I ask him. Honestly I feel like I am talking to a little kid. No, I feel like my mom whenever she wants to have 'talks' with me. I'm a sophomore. I think I am over the mother daughter talks. And the fact that she gets so emotional during the conversations is another reason why I hate having them. She always says, "My little girl is growing up." As if I'm supposed to stay a kid forever. And honestly, I stopped being a girl and having 'girl' thoughts the second I met Tommy. I know we got into an argument the first day we met, but I still couldn't stop thinking about how had put his arm around me. Ever since then I have thought non stop about him.
"You're a good kisser?" He half says and half asks. See there he goes again. I don't know if he means that as a statement or as a question. Oh, I get it. He is saying it as a question because I asked him what does he have to say about that. He is such a smart ass and I'm a blonde so I don't always catch on. This is going no where and I know he is just going to make me mad.
"I'm kidding. I really don't know what to say about last night; other than I know you wanted to make out and possibly do more." He says. I guess he could sense the fact that I was about to get mad. Good. We can actually start a conversation from that sentence. And it only took him fifteen minutes.
"How do you figure?" I say. He's not wrong, I just want to know how he knew I wanted to make out with him. I mean come on, when do I not want to make out with him? "Well the fact that you couldn't take your eyes off of me when I was lifting weights was a pretty big hint." He says.
Okay I'll give him that one. My eyes were glued to him. But normally he doesn't notice; or he does he just doesn't say anything. "Shows how much you know, Quincy. I always watch you work out." I say. Now he's smirking. Oh please don't tell me that he didn't know that. I know he is not that stupid. Everyone can feel when someone is watching them.
"I know. That's why I decided to make a move last night. I figured we could act out what you were thinking of doing." He says, still smirking. Okay so now he is flirting with me. A few minutes ago I couldn't get two complete sentences out of him and now he is flirting with me. Tom Quincy: man of many mysteries. You know I think that deep down inside he is confused or shy; one of the two. It doesn't make sense for someone to be so mysterious.
"How do you know if what I was thinking wasn't more graphic than what we were actually doing, Quincy?" I say in a flirty tone. Just because he chose to flirt real late doesn't mean I can't flirt back. I live for our flirting sessions at G Major when we are supposed to be working. And I know he does too. I wonder if he thinks of it as Jude Time. Hmm I'm going to remember to ask him that.
"What you were thinking was more graphic than what we were doing? Well why didn't you tell me then? I would have been more than happy to do what you were really thinking." He says with a smile. Please, just by making out his little friend got too excited. Well either way you look at it, his friend would have popped up eventually. I just didn't know that all it took was making out.
"Do you really think Tommy jr. would have been able to make it through what I was thinking?" I ask. I bet he didn't know I could flirt this well. Actually I didn't even know I could flirt this well. I surprise myself. Well I become a different person whenever I am around Tommy. I used to become shy and naïve, but now I am confident and flirty and even a tad bit sexual. Hey it took me three years to finally become this way around him and I don't plan on trying to change back.
"Tommy jr. can last a long time, thank you very much. You would be surprised by how much Tommy jr. can take" He says confidently. Hmm so Quincy isn't a one minute guy. That's really good to know. Although I have always known he wasn't a quickie type of person. I mean you can just look at him and tell that he is an all night type of guy. But I don't have to let him know that I think he is an all-nighter.
"And how much is that?" I ask. I really was curious. And his answer will answer my question: does Tom Quincy have a pistol or a rifle. If he can last for a long time then he has a rifle…which is a really good thing. But if he can only last a few minutes then he has a pistol…which is not that bad. But all girls prefer guys who have rifles…duh.
"More than you can handle." He says. Is he insulting me? "What's that supposed to mean?" I ask, trying not to get angry. "Don't get mad. Most girls can't handle me." He says. He just really saved himself. Really. "Tommy jr. can last that long?" I ask. I wonder if he is bluffing. "Let's just say that if we was to start having sex at 8 o'clock at night, don't expect to go to work the next day. And if you do actually make it to work you won't be able to walk straight." He says.
Hmm I guess he does have a rifle. That just makes me want to jump him even more. Okay that was my hormones talking. Damn. I know he just saw me look down on him. I really didn't mean to do that. My eyes just wandered down there since we were talking about it. And now he is smirking.
"Would you like to see?" He asks, still smirking. Is that an honest question? I mean I know he was smirking but he didn't have any sarcasm in his voice. God, I know I am not considering looking at Tom Quincy's…thing…right here in a studio at G Major. I have really gone past the innocent shy stage. But wouldn't you want to look at the guy you like's…thing if you were talking about it? Okay maybe at the guy you like's…thing if you were talking about it? Okay maybe you wouldn't but I do…just not here….well actually I would look at it here it's just that we are at our place of employment.
"Are you actually contemplating that?" He asks me. Duh. "Maybe." I say. I'm not going to honestly tell him. "Well if we weren't here at our job then I really would show you." He says. If we weren't here at our job I would walk over to you and unzip your pants and pull it out myself. Hmm maybe I should voice that to him.
"Good to know." He says. There goes that smart ass tone of his. "I think you were thinking something else, though." He says. Nice try, Quincy. He's not going to get me to tell him what I was really thinking. Well maybe I should tell him. I'm pretty sure that would be a good conversation to have.
"I was just thinking that it is too bad we are here at G Major. Who knows what would of happened if you would have actually pulled it out." I say. That's it, Jude. Keep him wondering. Wow I am really good at this sexual flirting thing. I even have him adjusting in his seat. I don't think we are going to be getting much work done today.
"And what would happen?" He asks, obviously intrigued. Many things. Okay I should really not be thinking this way. "You'll find out soon enough." I say. I am really good at this. He just smiles at me and nods his head. "Can I find out tonight, Harrison?" He asks. Tonight? So soon? I guess Tommy jr. wants to come out and play. Loosing my virginity wasn't really on my agenda today but I guess I could put it on there.
"We'll see." I say. That's not exactly a no and it's not exactly a yes. Therefore, it's a good answer. I see why our parents always tell us to think before we speak. You save yourself a lot of embarrassment. I wish I would have listened to them earlier. I would have saved a lot of embarrassment in front of Tommy.
"At 7?" He asks. Wait, he's being serious here? I thought this was just us flirting, but now he is making time arrangements? No, he has to be joking. I can joke right back. "Sure, you can come over to my house to pick me up then we can go to your house or my studio space…if we make it there." I say in a flirty tone. He smiles widely and nods his head, then motions for me to get back to work.
A few hours later I drop my pencil. "I'm not rewriting this song another time, Quincy. Either you like it or you don't." I say. Within the last five hours I have rewritten this song at least 6 times. And this last time it came out almost the same as the first! He has a serious problem with perfection. I hope he gets over it one of these days. If he doesn't I swear I'm going to smack him.
"It's great now." He says. I'm guessing he could tell I was serious about not writing it again. "It's almost the same as the first time!" I exclaim. I don't know why I'm so mad. Well I do but I still shouldn't get mad over the little things. "Calm down, girl. You know if you had a sex life you wouldn't be this stressed." He says with a smirk. I could tell that he was hinting around something by the tone of his voice.
"Well maybe we should do something about that." I say. Suddenly my anger is gone. He smiles. "We will. Sometime soon." He replies. That's good to know. He looks at his watch then looks at me. "Look we have worked on the lyrics enough. Why don't you go home and get a few hours of rest." He says. Rest? Why do I need rest?
"Why do I need rest?" I ask him. Last time I checked it was Saturday, which means I didn't need to rest for school, so what could I possibly need rest for? He smirks and stands up. "You need rest for the long night you have ahead of you." He says before smiling and walking out of the studio. Okay. Wait. Stop. Rewind! He was really serious about before? No, he's just messing with my mind like he always does. You know he really shouldn't mess with my emotions like that. It isn't funny. But just to be on the safe side, I think I will get a few hours of sleep.
I wake up to Tommy standing over me a few hours later. I rub my eyes and try to figure out if I am dreaming or not. I have had this dream before, except Tommy was shirtless and he was holding a red satin scarf in his hand. Okay yes I do have a kinky side to me but we aren't going to get into that right now. Right now we are going to get into the fact that Tommy is in my room right now.
My eyes adjust to the light in the room. I look around just to make sure I really was in my room. I turn my head to look at my alarm clock and I see that it is 8:00. Hmm he is an hour late. Wait, we were supposed to be joking. He wasn't really supposed to be come here. But since he is, I really hope that Saidie and Mom aren't home. Well Mom isn't ever at home and Saidie, well let's just say she has a very active sex life these days.
"Hey, girl." He says nonchantly as he looks at one of the DVDs on my DVD player. Oh my god I hope I put those stupid DVDs away. "Amateurs: Girl's Next Door? Pop That Cherry 13?" He asks as he holds up the two DVD cases. God, just shoot me now. Please shoot me now. This is so not funny. I can't believe Tommy Quincy is in my room right now looking at the pornos I have.
"Yeah, those aren't mine." I say, trying to cover myself up. "Whose are they? The Porno Fairy's?" He asks. He is such a smart ass! But I love him anyways. "Ha ha. They are Kyle's." I say. He shakes his head as he takes one of the DVDs out of the case and places it in the player. What is he doing? Does he seriously think we are about to watch it?
My question was answered a few seconds later when he sits down next to me on my bed with the remote in his hand. He smiles when the naked images of two people pop up on the TV. He put in the Pop That Cherry 13 movie. Okay I know it is sad that I know that without seeing the DVD but that's the DVD that I actually studied, for…obvious reasons.
Is he actually getting comfortable? Okay, I have to be dreaming. I know I am not sitting here, alone in my room, with Tommy, watching a porno about girls loosing their virginities. I have to be dreaming. Wait this is my favorite part. Is he actually studying this? Hmm I thought he was a sex god but it looks like he is learning a few things himself. I hope he isn't already getting hard. Although if he was then I am here so he can…well you know.
He turns to look at me and smiles. "Are you ready for your long night to begin?" He asks……….
Okay there is the second chapter for this fic. I didn't update Tour of Forgivness because I thought I should get this fic going. I'll update that one tomorrow. Anyways…please tell me what you think!