Shades – Chapter 9
Universal Pictures owns all rights of Fifty Shades of Grey and Pitch Perfect…I only own the idea of this twisted mash-up of an alternate universe love story.
A/N: In this AU Jesse James Swanson is a mid-twenties billionaire and alumni of Barden University. Rebeca (Beca) Ann Mitchell has just turned twenty-two and is a graduating senior of the same college. Their paths cross during an interview, which will forever change their lives. This story will be told through the POV of Beca.
Warning! Chapters may include graphic sexual situations (BDSM) which may not be suitable for everyone. Reviews and/or comments are always welcome. Thank you for reading.
The Date - Part 5
Last time on Shades:
Giving me a look somewhere between amusement and horror Jesse swiftly flips us back over, pulls out of me and jumps to his feet. "Another first Beca...looks like you're about to meet my mother." He pauses. "C'mon...let's get dressed."
Holy crap!
And now...
"Your mother's here? NOW!"
"Umm...yeah, I guess she wanted to surprise me."
"Did it work?"
"Oh yeah...I am actually, since she lives in Los Angeles." He pauses. "C'mon...get up, I really want her to meet you."
He does?
"Jesse...I don't have any anything to wear and plus, look at me...I'm a hot mess...literally." I pause sighing heavily. "Shit! I can't meet her like this! Maybe I should just stay here."
"Oh no you don't! Beca, you could be wearing a trash bag and still look beautiful. Help yourself to any of my stuff." He says trying to conceal his amusement, yanking a pair of jeans on, going commando no less, while pulling on a white t-shirt and leaving his feet bare. I love those feet...sigh.
Suddenly feeling overly exposed, and with my hands still being tethered, I struggle into a sitting position and shield my very nekkid self with a pillow while he rakes through his mussed up hair with his fingers.
"Umm...are you forgetting something?" Smirking, I hold out my hands as Jesse's eyes go dark with a slight groan escaping his lips.
"Mmm...I really like you this way Beca...its VERY sexy." He pauses freeing me from his multipurpose tie. "If my mother wasn't here I would have my way with you again." The seduction in his voice is so thick you would need a chainsaw to cut through it.
Damn him! How does he do that?
I really wish he wouldn't say such things because after experiencing two earth shattering orgasms that left me a blubbering mess, my libido once again is ready for more action. Even with his just fucked hair he's still stunning to look at and takes my breath away. Me...on the other hand will need a little more work...perhaps an entire makeover. What is she going to think of me? It's not rocket science, one look at both of us and she'll know what we've been up to in the middle of the day. I'm nervous as hell to meet his mom, but at the same time perhaps she'll shed some light as to why her precious little billionaire son is so fucked up.
"I'm going out to meet with my mother and calm her down. If you're not out there in five minutes I'm coming back in here and dragging you out no matter what you look like."
"Fine!" I say rolling my eyes in resignation, gingerly getting to my feet as he leaves the room.
Okay, where the hell are my jeans? Searching the room I find them partially under the bed along with my button down shirt. Great! It's a little wrinkly but it'll do.
Now where are my under garments? Remembering the flimsy lace being practically ripped off of me last night I abandon the search for my undies but find my bra on a chair on the opposite side of the room. How the hell did it get there? Rifling through Jesse's drawers, I come across a pair of Calvin Klein men's tight boxer briefs. Perfect! Dressing myself in world record fashion, I sprint to the bathroom mirror and come face to face with the worst case of just fucked bun hair and smeared make-up. After a quick combing I settle for a simple ponytail and a quick make-up repair. Jeez...could I be anymore flushed? At least she won't accuse me of being pale.
He wants her to meet me. Why? What's that about? Another first he said...did any of the fifteen ever meet his parents? Suddenly I feel dizzy with shortness of breath. Sitting on the edge of the bed I take a series of deep breaths to calm the butterflies playing rugby in my belly.
Get a grip Beca, it's just one woman...who happens to be your lover's mother. Yikes! You're supposed to be some kind of badass, so get your shit together and get your ass out there. My inner goddess and subconscious are silent, holding on to each other for comfort and ogling at me intently.
Taking a final deep breath, I jiggle the door handle, turn the knob and enter the hall. Walking down the corridor my heart rate escalates as the voices grow louder. Entering the living room, both Jesse and an impeccably dressed older woman with light brown hair are seated on the L-shaped couch.
"There she is." Jesse says, rising to his feet and walking towards me, reaching for my hand I'm guided to the woman who I would imagine to be in her mid fifties wearing a beige ensemble oozing of high class and wealth. Feeling so inferior in my get up, I unconsciously bite my lip.
"Hello," I manage to say, my nerves not taking any prisoners. Jesse smiles at my nervousness and puts his arm around me.
"Mother...I'd like you to meet Rebeca Mitchell." Without any hesitation I extend my hand to the older woman and smile shyly.
"Please call me Beca." She smiles at me fondly...her teeth are blindingly perfect, orbit worthy, just like her son's.
"Beca, this is my mother, Dr. Janet Greyson-Swanson."
"What a pleasure it is to meet you, and please call me Janet." She says with a little bit of wonder in her voice, she seems genuinely happy and relieved, glancing back at her son.
"So how did you two meet?"
Jesse pipes up. "Beca's friend was ill so she took her place and interviewed me for Barden's school paper since I'm conferring degrees next month."
"So you're not on the school paper?"
"No, actually my degree is in music production and engineering. I was just helping out a friend."
"I'm sure my son told you about his double major when he attended Barden."
"Umm...yeah, from our interview he mentioned his business degree and a minor in music composition-"
"-Which I don't use it anymore Beca." He interupts, giving me a warm smile and tugging my hand.
"It really is a shame because you play the piano so beautifully." I say to Jesse, our eyes momentarily locked. His mother is quiet, observing our interaction.
Why did you give it up Swanson? I wonder if he has any original pieces. Thinking back to early this morning finding Jesse playing Debussy for me.
Shirtless with pajama pants hanging low at his hips with delicious facial stubble and bare feet. His long fingers pressing the keys with keen precision as he did while stroking my sex, his digits filling me and stretching me wider. With his face pressed against my bosom as I wrap the duvet around him, his hungry mouth sucking and tugging my erect nipples, causing my center to flood with my heated essence. Just as my legs are about to give out I'm swiftly lifted onto the piano, the duvet discarded carelessly as I'm laid out onto my back, fully exposed to him, and with my thighs spread wide his eager mouth attacks my center, his tongue thrusted deep inside...
"So Beca, are you graduating this term?"
"Yes." I breathlessly respond to her, flushing no doubt in response to my improper thoughts of her baby, further coming out of my fog my cell phone starts buzzing. "Excuse me, I need to take this." Thinking it may be Chloe I blindly answer. "Hey red."
"Where have you been Becky? I've been trying to reach your forever. I'm sorry about the other night. Why haven't you returned my calls?"
Shit! It's Luke...
"Dude...this is a really bad time, I can't talk right now." I say, looking over at Jesse and his mom.
"Where in dickens are you? Chloe won't tell me anything."
"If you must know...I'm in Houston."
"You're with that bloody Swanson...aren't you?"
"Luke, we'll talk later, goodbye." Ending the call I nonchalantly return to Jesse and his mother.
"Is everything okay dear?"
"Umm...yeah, everything's fine. Just a friend trying to make amends and do the right thing." Jesse gives me a look of warning as we all take a seat on the sofa.
"So, what brings you to Houston?" I ask, trying to divert the attention from my phone call and ease Jesse's glare of me.
"I'm attending a medical conference on advancing science while improving care. I'm here for a couple of says and thought I'd visit my sons." She pauses, turning to Jesse. "I thought we might have lunch but now that I see you have other plans, I don't want to interrupt your day."
Gathering her stuff, she takes my hand into hers and offers her cheek to her son.
"Beca, it's been such a pleasure, I do hope we see more of you." She says, making me blush.
"The pleasure's been mine Dr. Swanson...I mean Janet."
"Mother, thank you for coming. I need to get Beca back to Atlanta so we'll be leaving as well. I'll have Benjamin take you back to your hotel."
As soon as the door closes, Jesse's attention is back on my phone call.
"What did the D.J. want!?" His tone is strict, his jaw clenched making me feel uncomfortable and somewhat intimidated.
"He just wanted to apologize for what happened on Friday."
"For what? Taking advantage of you when you were inebriated and almost raping you!?" He blurts out, getting angry.
Taking his hand I guide him back to the couch.
"Jess, please don't be mad, yes...those things could have happened, but they didn't thanks to you." Stroking his cheek I place a brief kiss on his lips. "Luke is still a friend and for the next couple of weeks I still work for him at the radio station."
"I don't think so." He says through gritted teeth. "After what transpired on Friday I don't feel confortable with you being alone with him and plus...I don't like to share!"
"Dude! You can trust me...there's nothing going on with him!"
"It's not you I don't trust. Beca, should anything happen to you (sigh), I couldn't forgive myself." Pausing to take a deep breath he runs his hand through his hair. "If you insist on working with Luke, then I insist on having someone stay with you."
Damn he's possessive!
Wondering if this is for his benefit or mine, I reluctantly give in resigned to the fact that I'm not going to win this argument.
"That won't be necessary. I'll resign my internship immediately." His expression changes, he looks surprised.
"You would do that?"
"Yeah...for us and for myself. It's only two weeks and it'll free me up to concentrate on the World A-cappella Championships and get my ass into shape if I'm going to keep up with you." I say grinning mischeviously.
"Does this mean you're saying yes to our arrangement?"
"Not quite, but I'm not saying no either. I really need to read the entire contract and see what I'm getting myself into."
"Miss Mitchell, I would be disappointed if you didn't." He says, kissing me, his mood lifting. "Thank you Beca...I appreciate you putting my mind at ease. You're a beautiful and sexy woman, I just don't want to see you get hurt."
Get hurt? Dude, you want to make me your personal sex slave and do unspeakable things to me in your red room of pain. Kinky bastard!
"It's getting late so I better get you home before your friend has my head on a platter. If she only knew the things I want to do to you..." His comment makes us both chuckle.
"Speaking of Chloe, you never did say if talking to her would violate the NDA."
"It's fine! I guess we can both compromise a little. Speak with her if you must, it may even benefit us both in the long run."
Did I actually win an argument?
"So, was Benji here the entire time?"
"No, he arrived this morning when we were having our bath."
Shit! He must have heard us, we weren't exactly quiet.
"C'mon...let's get some lunch. I know a quiet little cafe on the way to the airport"
"We're not taking Charlie Tango?"
"No...its a beautiful day, I thought we enjoy it before I get you back, plus I'm starving. How about you?"
Yes, but not for food...
"No...not really."
"Beca, you need to eat." He sighs deeply, glaring at me. "I'm gonna get ready and then we'll go."
Within minutes Jesse comes back from his bedroom with converse sneakers and a leather jacket. He hands me mine and we exit his place and into the elevator. The doors slide closed and there it is again, electricity filling the small space as we smirk but don't make eye contact. Not realizing it I bite my lip which immediately draws his attention.
"Keep doing that and I'll fuck you right here in this elevator, and I don't care who gets in." He says in a threatning but flirtatious tone as we continue to descend to the parking garage.
Looking over my shoulder the doors slide open, and as I'm about to step over the threshold I give him a seductive look. "I thought you were a man of action, Mr. Swanson. Next time...just do it." His mouth falls open at my unexpected comment as my inner goddess gives me an appreciative high five.
What an awesome reaction...
"What is it with elevators..." He mumbles to himself, following me out.
Entering the underground garage we approach a sleek black convertible sports car. He helps me in the passenger side, walks around, tosses a black bag in the back, then slides into the driver's seat.
"This is hot...what kind of car is this?"
"I know," He says, smiling at me, my heart skips a beat. "It's an Audi R8 Spyder."
"I think I like this one better than your other car."
"Me too." He says, agreeing with me. "There's a couple of caps in the glove compartment, can you please grab them for us?"
Handing him one and securing mine in place with my ponytail pulled through the opening, the engine roars, and with a push of a button the gate opens and we're off to our lunch destination. With his leather jacket, sunglasses and baseball cap in place Jesse looks like such a bad boy, and it occurs to me that I like bad boys especially ones with a certain amount of kinkery with their own special red room of pain. He steps on the gas and we literally fly by traffic as though everyone was standing still. Feeling invigorated at our high speed I let out a joyful squeak that makes him crack up, it's at this moment he appears so young, a man in his mid twenties instead of someone beyond his years. Placing his hand on my knee, he squeezes my thigh and gives me a look of adoration that nearly stops my heart. Placing my hand over his, our fingers weave together, and it all becomes clear that my feelings for Jesse are intensifying beyond anything I could have ever imagined.
Thirty minutes later we arrive at a quaint cafe and are seated in the back at an intimate small table. The staff already know him as he's greeted by his name. He studies the wine list and orders us a couple of glasses.
"So...what're we having?"
"Whatever they bring us."
"Oh! So it's like a surprise?"
"Something like that." He responds warmly. "Don't worry...I've never had a bad meal here. They serve something different every day."
Within minutes our Pinot Grigio is brought. It's delicious.
"My mother really liked you."
"She did?" I ask out of curiosity, taking a sip of my wine.
"Oh yeah, she always thought I was a closet homosexual."
Choking on my wine he gently taps my back, trying to conceal his amusement.
"Why would she think that?" I ask, dabbing my mouth with a napkin.
"Because she's never seen me with a girl."
Handing me his cell phone there are text messages from his mother about me.
"Apparently she approves of you, whatever that means."
"Didn't any of the fifteen meet your parents?"
"No Beca...only you."
Wow!
"You know, this weekend has been a bunch of firsts for me too."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I've never slept with anyone, never flown anyone in my private jet or helicopter, never had sex in my bed and never introduced anyone to my mother." Nodding his head in disbelief. "I've never met anyone like you, Beca. What are you doing to me?" His admission and intense stare causes my pulse to soar as he takes my hand in his.
"I've really enjoyed being with you this weekend." I say, biting my lip, causing his eyes to go dark.
"Me too Beca, but if you keep doing that with your lip, I'll lay you out on this table and fuck you senseless." He threatens with a slight growl.
When I don't seem phased by his glorious threat, I smile back, running my tongue over my lip and gently squeeze his thigh. "I just might like that."
My unexpected actions cause his mouth to drop and eyes to go wide. Just as he's about to say something our waitress brings us our first course...some kind of soup.
"Mmm...this is delicious!" I admit attacking my bowl as though it was my last meal.
"Yes...I agree. I guess you were hungry."
Oh yes...hungry for a lot of reasons.
"So...what's vanilla sex?" I nonchalantly ask, sipping my soup. He laughs at me.
"Just straight forward sex and no toys."
"Ahh...I see. No toys...got it." I say, looking up to Jesse who is just staring at me, trying not to laugh which makes me giggle.
"That's a lovely sound." He murmurs making me blush.
"So what's wrong with vanilla sex? Why haven't you done it until now? Have you always been like this?"
"Pretty much." His voice an octav lower, looking down at his bowl swirling the liquid around. He appears to be struggling internally. Finally raising his eyes to mine he continues.
"Umm...one of my mother's friends seduced me when I was fifteen."
What the hell?
"She had very particular tastes and made me her submissive for six years."
This revelation has left me speechless. All I can do is stare at him in complete shock.
"So, you see Beca...I do know what being a submissive involves. I didn't exactly have a normal introduction into sex."
Stunned beyond reason I chug my wine in a single gulp.
"So, when you were in college did you ever date?"
He shakes his head no.
"Why not?"
"Because I didn't want to. She's all I ever needed and wanted. Plus if she ever found out she would beat the crap out of me."
Interrupted by our waitress, our main course is brought as our bowls are taken away. All of a sudden my appetite is gone but I manage to raise my empty wine glass for a refill of much needed liquid courage.
"Did your mother ever find out?"
"Oh...hell no!"
"So...what ever happened to Mrs. Robinson?" My snarky comment makes him chuckle.
"She's a very good friend and lives in Los Angeles. She taught me everything I need to know."
"No she didn't!" I bark out accepting my second glass of wine.
My sexy billionaire is nothing more than a victim of sexual abuse forced to submit to an older woman for years, and where he's so alpha-male in his lovemaking he knows what it's like to be on the other side.
"Beca...your food is getting cold."
"I seem to have lost my appetite." I say, pushing my plate away.
"You really should eat something."
"Jesus Christ! What is it about you and food!? You just dropped one hell of a bomb on me!" I lash out. "I'm just not hungry anymore."
With his expression hardening he pushes my plate back to me. "I don't like to waste food. Please eat something." His request now in a low quiet voice.
Looking up I meet his stare. "Okay...I will. I just need a moment and then I'll try to eat something."
"Fair enough." He says, cutting into his meal.
Jesse the adolescent submissive to a woman old enough to be his mother. He doesn't see anything wrong with it. It's very wrong! I'm touched by his admission, he obviously trusts me, or is it the damn NDA. He knows I can't tell anyone about this, not even Chloe. I'm trying my best to hide my disgust, but I can't conceal being horrified at the thought of this beautiful man being the product of sexual abuse to this dominatrix. If I ever meet that bitch I'll be sure to give her a piece of my mind...maybe even my fist.
He knows what it's like to be a sub...
Is this what I want? Could I really do this? I'm not sure but what we've done so far, this amazing weekend has been filled with so much life and new discoveries, I've just gotten a taste of it and don't want it to end. Reaching for my knife and fork I cut into my meal and bring a forkful of goodness to my mouth...it's delicious.
"So...is this what it will be like? You ordering me around?" My tone is harsh, my eyes don't leave my plate.
"Yes." He voice is just above a whisper.
"I see."
"Beca." He says reaching for my chin and raising my eyes to meet his. "The strange part to all of this is that you'll want me to."
I seriously doubt that...
Returning my attention to my plate another slice is made, bringing my fork to my mouth, I hesitate. "You're asking a lot from me." Then take in the sustenance, not meeting his gaze.
"Yes...but this is who I am...you knew that. This is all I want."
Are you sure about that?
"I know but it's still a huge step."
"Yes it is. Take your time and do the research. Ask me anything, no matter how small or silly it may sound. I really want our arrangement to work but you have to be sure it's what you want. I'm going to be staying locally in Atlanta until graduation. Call or text me anytime, maybe if you're not too busy we can have dinner on Wednesday?"
"I've got Bella's practice from three to five and then the radio station from six to ten. Well actually I'm resigning from the station so technically I'm free after five."
"Good...I'll meet you at the performing arts auditorium, say 5:30pm?" He asks with enthusiasm, smiling at him, I nod yes.
"So...tell me, what happened to the fifteen?" My question surprises him.
"Various reasons but mostly incapatibility issues."
"And you think we're compatible?"
"Yes Beca...I know we are." He says affectionately.
"Do you still see any of them?"
"No...I'm monogamous in my relationships."
Putting my fork and knife down I'm done eating. He scowls at me for not finishing my plate as he polishes off his. How does he stay so fit and eat so much? Must be all that hard fucking he does. Memories of our time together invade my mind recalling how his pajama bottoms hung low from his hips and how gentle he could be caressing and kissing me everywhere, making me feel incredible sensations I never knew existed. Squirming in my seat, my desire escalates as I flush.
"You seem distracted. What are you thinking about?"
"Let's just say it's a good thing you can't read minds." I say, blushing.
"I can only guess what you're thinking, but your body language gives you away, and I've gotten to know your body quite well since yesterday." He teases back with a mischeviously look.
Motioning for the waitress, she brings the check and he pays immediately.
"C'mon...let's get to the airport." He says, taking my hand, leading me back to his sports car.
It's the smallest gestures like this, holding my hand that puzzles me when thinking about what he does in his playroom. The drive to airport is quiet, no doubt both of us lost in thought resulting in his confessions during our lunch. My subconscious is shaking it's head and wants me to run away from him and take cover, while my inner goddess is sitting on the sidelines, pom poms and all. As we pull along side a hanger with the JS Enterprises logo on the side, his private jet is brought out. Two men, assumed to be the pilots come forward and welcome us, advise Jesse of the flight plan and weather conditions. We enter the jet and immediately strap ourselves in as the engines come alive. After a short taxi to the runway, we're safely airborne and rise to the desired altitude. Still feeling the affects of the wine and being numb from the arsenal of facts of Jesse's turbulent adolescence I'm unable to articulate anything at the moment.
"You haven't said much since leaving the restaurant...you okay?" He asks, breaking the silence.
"Yeah...I'm good. It's just a lot to take in." I admit, staring out the window.
"I'm sorry...I shouldn't have said anything."
"Why did you?"
"I don't know. For some reason I wanted to, but seeing how it's affected you, it was a lack of judgment on my part, it was clearly a mistake. After I get you home I won't bother you anymore. Forget this ever happened." His somber words surprise me as I stare back at him.
"No!" Protesting, I practically yell back as I unbuckle my seatbelt and sashay into his lap where I press my lips into his. Wrapping my arms around his neck his arms surround me as he returns the kiss. When we break apart we're left breathless.
"I can't and won't forget about us and this weekend. I'm glad you trusted me with this. Knowing about your past doesn't make me feel any less for you, if anything I can appreciate you more and understand why you're like this."
"Like what?"
"A demanding arrogant kinky bastard." I word vomit. The words are out before I have time to register what I'm saying. "Sorry...must be the wine."
"Yeah...well I guess I am." He admits laughing freely. "Only you could get away with that Miss Mitchell. Being so defiant would get you twenty lashings across my knee."
My mouth drops imagining myself in that position and for whatever reason I'm turned on.
"We have about ninety minutes until we land, do you wanna watch a movie?"
I hate movies!
"Sure...what do you have in mind?"
"Do you like John Hughes?"
"Who's that?"
"Really Beca? You don't know who he is?"
"Sorry but I rarely watch movies, they're not really my thing." I admit, as he nods his head in disbelief and cues up the title via remote.
"Well, this is one of my favorites, it's called The Breakfast Club. Just sit back and enjoy it."
Swell...now my sex God is reverting to a movie nerd.
Sixty minutes later I'm being gently woken up as we're on approach to Atlanta. Not realizing it, I've slept through the entire movie.
"I'm sorry (yawning), guess I was little tired."
"It's okay...we'll watch it another time." He says smiling. "I actually found it more peaceful watching you sleep in my arms. Your so beautiful."
"Thanks." I say in the softest voice, blushing at his compliment.
"We'll be there soon so we better get you back to your seat." He says securing my buckle, then repeating the process with his own.
As the plane gently touches down we taxi over to where his silver Audi R8 is parked. He must have this car in every color but the Spyder version is my favorite. After a short drive he parks in front of my apartment building and suddenly I'm emotional because I'm leaving him. My eyes deceive me as they are lowered, focusing on my hands on my lap, fingers woven together. Taking one of my hands he brings it to his lips and kisses it gently. Such an old fashioned gesture, but effective in getting his message across. He's struggling just like me.
"Thank you for this weekend." He says. "It's been the best ever. I'm looking forward to Wednesday."
"Wednesday." I repeat in a voice just above a whisper.
"Pick you up after practice." He confirms, I nod yes to him.
"Do you wanna come in?" I say, wanting to prolong our time together, he smiles warmly at me.
"No...I have things to do." He simply says, leaning over to kiss me.
When he pulls away our eyes remain locked for a split second and suddenly I have the urge to cry but turn away from him.
He can't see me like this.
"Hey...it's okay." He says, stroking me cheek.
Getting out of the car he comes around to my side, extends his hand and helps me out. I'm led up to my apartment where I'm kissed once more.
"Umm...by the way, I'm wearing your underwear and I'm not giving them back." Giving him a small smile I pull up the waistband and show him his boxer briefs." His jaw hits the ground, I've shocked him again. Yes!
With my mood lifting I give him a final peck on the lips and enter my apartment where I find Chloe on the couch watching TV.
"You're back!" She says full of enthusiasm, practically throwing herself at me, grabbing my shoulders, studying me intently from top to bottom. "Where's Jesse?"
"He had to leave and take care of stuff."
"So...how was it?" She can't stand it, her excitement for me is so apparent.
Rolling my eyes at my friend, I have to give her something.
"It was good...REALLY good." I finally say blushing.
"Did he make you come?"
Yes...five times!
"Chloe!" I blurt out. My eyes widening at how personal her question is. "I'm not going there, Red. The whole experience...it was very intimate."
"Oh...C'mon! I'm dying to know. After Tom left today, I couldn't stop thinking about you."
Resigned to the fact that Chloe isn't going to let up any time soon...I finally cave in.
"Yes, I did." I admit, flushing a deep shade of red. "Several times actually." My response surprises her.
"Oh, my God! He must really know what he's doing."
You have know idea...
"My first time was horrendous."
"Really?"
"It was the night of prom and my date didn't know shit about pleasing a girl and it took almost a year after that before I was able to have an orgasm through penetrative sex...and here you are the first time. Damn girl! You were right to wait and lucky to lose it to someone like Jesse. So tell me...how do you feel about him?"
"I really like him." I breathe out, struggling with my emotions.
"What's wrong? You seemed overwhelmed."
"I am." I admit to my friend. "I'm very conflicted about Jesse...I don't see a future for us."
"Why do you think that?"
Taking a deep breath I decide to tell her more. My subconscious is waving it's finger, threatening to slap me with a lawsuit for violating the NDA.
"Promise not to judge or tell anyone?"
"Beca...I'm your best friend, you can tell me anything and I'll take it to my grave. You have my word."
Taking a deep breath, I confide in her. "Jesse is very complex and complicated. He doesn't do the boyfriend/girlfriend thing and he doesn't make love, instead he fucks hard." My admission shocks her.
"God, that sounds so hot." She says making us both laugh.
Closing my eyes I recall my submission to him this morning resulting in my emotional breakdown. I flush at the memory. "It was." I whisper out, taking a deep breath.
"Umm...I probably shouldn't say anything but Tom told me he's never seen his brother so smitten with anyone. Apparently he doesn't date either and here he is with you. Beca...he really likes you. All this talk may just be a defense mechanism."
"Tom really said that?"
"Yeah he did. Are you gonna see him again?"
I nod yes. "Wednesday...after Bella's practice."
"So...now that you've done the deed, how do you feel? You look different."
"I feel different."
"Are you sore?" I blush at her question and nod yes. "Me too." Chloe says, giggling.
"You're sore?" I ask, surprised at her admission.
"Overuse." She says, sighing. "Men...they're animals!" We both crack up.
"So...tell me about Tom, the overuser."
For the rest of the evening Chloe and I spoke of the Swanson men and shared more laughs about our "active" weekends. I don't know what I would do without the ginger in my life and I'm glad Jesse gave me the green light to speak with her. We enjoyed a quiet dinner and continued to plan our move to Los Angeles after the World Championships next month. With Chloe's advanced degree she's already landed an internship with the L.A. Times. As for me, I've got a few interviews with some production companies and record labels set up for next week.
I've never seen my friend fall so quickly and fall so hard as she has with Tom. They're good together, they laugh a lot and apparently have a very compatible sex life. I'm happy for her but also a bit envious due to the complexity of my relationship with Jesse.
Speaking of the devil, Chloe receives a call from her Mr. Right and skips off like a teenager to her bedroom. Smiling at my love smitten friend I'm left on our couch, left to ponder about my own predicament.
If I say yes to this arrangement, could our relationship evolve or will I simply be number sixteen. Thinking back to last night and this morning, with the sensual sexuality I experienced, do I really want that to end? Hell no! Screams my subconscious as my inner goddess nods in silence, for once they're in agreement. He's opened up and given me a glimpse of his disturbing past. No wonder he's so messed up. Who could blame him, an adolescent forced to submit, under the control of an older woman dominatrix for six years. Is this the reason he doesn't like being touched? Is there more? He says this Mrs. Robinson taught him everything he needs to know. Not quite dude...what about love? Are you capable of looking beyond your dick and loving another individual...or even yourself?
Grabbing my purse, I shut the lights and saunter off to my bedroom. Plopping myself on my bed I remove the envelope from my bag, take out the contract and begin to read.
A/N: There you have it. The entire first date, a little background story for Jesse and beginning to their tumultuous, yet sensual relationship. Tune in next time as our couple dissect the contract and continue to explore each other.
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