Chapter Eleven
Max's POV
Sunday, November 22nd, 2013, 7:03pm
Being a teenager with raging hormones can make a person feel like they're losing their mind. Being a teenager with hormones and is also in the beginning stages of a relationship with someone they've had feelings for for a long time is even worse. I thought I was losing my mind when I found out that I could rewind time. This wasn't as bad, not as earth shattering, but it was just as distracting. I was sitting in the kitchen of the Chase family cabin, staring at the most beautiful girl I had ever seen in my entire life.
Victoria Chase with her perfect blond, pixie cut hair, slender but toned body that was covered only by a pair of tiny shorts and a black tank top, brilliant green eyes that could pierce through steel and features so sharp that she looked like she could've been made of marble. I was a schmuck in comparison. My short brown hair was always messy, I always had dark circles under my eyes from lack of sleep because of the nightmares and I was so thin that I had often been asked if I ate enough on a day to day basis. Which I did, by the way. I just had a really fast metabolism.
I was sitting at the bar at the edge of the kitchen, my leg bouncing up and down as my foot rested on one of the legs of my stool. I looked at my girlfriend who was standing across the kitchen talking to Taylor. They were whispering about something as everyone else drank whatever alcohol they'd managed to find in the basement. I was sure that Tori's parents would be really happy about that. Maybe they wouldn't even notice?
Dana came over and leaned her back against the bar, looking at me with a concerned look on her face.
"Are you ok, Max?" She asked, following me gaze. Her words pulled me from my thoughts and I nodded, letting out a sigh.
"Yeah," I replied with a small smile. "Why?" She chuckled and grinned at me.
"Maybe because you've been staring at Victoria for the past twenty minutes like your life depended on it," she replied, handing me a small shot glass full of something that was a weird orangish brown color. I looked up at her, confused.
"I have?" I asked then turned my attention to the shot. "What even is that?"
"Fireball," she said with a smirk. "You looked thirsty so I thought I'd give you this to help you loosen up and get over there already. Maybe you can get her drunk and get yourself some much needed sexual release." I let out a nervous laugh and felt myself starting to blush. Dana had no idea that I didn't need to get Victoria drunk. I wasn't sure why, but for some reason Victoria had a hard time keeping her hands off of me. And I'm not just saying that because I'm all confident and shit. Victoria had a harder time keeping her affections a secret than I did. There had been multiple times that she'd tried to feel me up when we were in the room with everyone else. Even though they weren't paying attention, it was nerve racking. I think she got off on the idea of almost getting caught. That's a thing, right?
"You gonna do the shot or not, Caulfield?" I heard Tori's voice say as she walked over. Had I been staring at her this whole time? She had this smirk on her face, a lot like the one she pulled when she used to make fun of me. Was she challenging me?
"Well, I've never actually had alcohol before," I admitted shyly, looking down at the tiny glass then back up to Tori. She had this look in her eyes, like she was softening up, but she still had that smirk on her lips. She was doing her best to hide her concern.
"Fireball is one of the easiest things to drink," she said, picking up her own glass that was filled with wine. When she picked it up, she had accidently (or so I thought) dipped her index and middle finger into the pale yellow liquid. With a small grin, she brought her fingers to her mouth and licked the wine off of them, her lips taking both fingers into her mouth as she sucked the bitter drink from her skin. "Plus, you don't want to seem like a pussy, right Maxine?"
Oh my god… Kill me… Just kill me now… I thought, swallowing hard. She did that on purpose. She's trying to break me. I felt my stomach fill with butterflies as I picked up the shot glass, trying my best to pretend like I wasn't affected by the way Tori was eyeing me. Without a word, I put the glass to my lips and poured the liquid into my mouth, swallowing as quickly as I could. I set the glass on the counter and coughed, the liquid burning my throat as it made its way down into my stomach, making the butterflies flutter harder.
I looked up to see Tori with a shocked look on her face, but it only lasted for a second before she regained herself. She stood up straight and picked up her glass, her normal resting bitch face returning to her. My heart was pounding a little from everything that was going on. I just wanted to jump across the counter and tackle Tori to the ground, make her mine right here, right now. But I just stayed where I was, watching her as she slowly made her way out of the kitchen.
"Well, I'd love to stay and watch Max get shit faced, but I think I've had quite enough for today," she said as she walked out. I sat there, totally dumbfounded. Was she going through with our plan? I felt Dana rubbing my back and I coughed a little.
"I think I'm gonna head up too," I said softly, trying to look somewhat sickly. "I'm not feeling too well. I'll see you guys in the morning." I didn't wait for anyone to respond, just made my way out of the kitchen and up the stairs. It took every bit of my willpower not to run to where I knew Tori was. I really hoped that she was going through with our plan. Looking back on it, I'm not really sure if she had been joking or not.
When I got to the door, I knocked softly, not wanting to barge in just in case. I heard Tori shuffle behind the door.
"Who is it?" she called from the other side of the door.
"It's me," I said. The door swung open and I was suddenly being dragged into the room by the collar of my t shirt. The door closed behind me and I turned just in time to get tackled by my girlfriend. She shoved me onto the bed and looked down at me with this hungry look that made me whimper a little.
"You're a brave little hipster, aren't you?" she asked, moving up onto the bed and straddling my hips. I swallowed hard, my throat still burning a little.
"You're the one with did that little flirty thing with the wine or whatever," I said, my heart racing in my chest. Tori was looking at me like all she wanted was to tear me apart and I kinda loved it. She smirked and leaned down, giving me a soft, short kiss. I groaned in protest as she pulled away.
"Hey," she said sharply, smacking my hand away from her thigh. "You'll get your turn. But for now, it's my turn to explore you." She had this smirk on her face that made my insides tie themselves in knots. "And be sure that you don't make any noise. This room is well known for its acoustics. You can hear almost anything over a whisper if you're just below it, which the kitchen just so happens to be." I felt myself shaking a little.
"I hate you, you're such a fucking tease." There wasn't as much bite in it as there needed to be, but I couldn't bring myself to care all that much. I was too focused on the fact that Tori was playing with the hem of my shirt.
"Where am I not allowed to go?" she asked, looking a little more serious, but still sexy as hell. I forced my mind to work even though it practically screamed in protest.
"As long as your hands don't touch anything in my shorts we should be ok," I replied, the sentence sounding silly as I spoke it. What was I so afraid of? It's not like I would get pregnant. But we had only just started this thing, so I didn't want to rush too much. This was already so much farther than I ever thought I'd go. Tori nodded and leaned down, kissing me softly.
"Just say stop if it's too much," she told me softly, looking into my eyes. She had a different look to her in that moment. Her gaze was gentle and her lips were pursed in what seemed like a concerned line. I just nodded and smiled a little. She gave me a small smile and leaned down to kiss me again, her left hand cupping my cheek. I felt my body starting to heat up again as she bit down on my lip. I let out a soft gasp, remembering that I had to stay quiet.
She kissed my cheek, moving down my jaw and neck again, making me feel weak. I was glad that we were laying in a bed, otherwise I think I would've almost fallen over. She kissed up my neck and whispered in my ear.
"Do you wanna keep your shirt on or can I take it off?" She asked softly, tugging gently at my punny t shirt. I opened my eyes and looked up at her, she had paused as was legitimately asking for my permission.
"Go for it," I finally replied. My heart was racing, everything seemed to be spinning. I knew that I wasn't drunk because I had only had one shot, but I felt like I was buzzed and then some. Tori had me sit up and grabbed at the end of my shirt, slowly pulling it over my head. I had decided to forgo the bra when I had changed earlier because I was lazy, but in that moment my laziness had actually come in handy. Throwing the shirt on the floor, Tori smiled as she looked me up and down. I felt my whole body getting hot as she examined me.
"Damnit, Maxine," she whispered, shoving me back down against the mattress to get a better look at me. "I knew that you were hot, but I didn't know that you could get hotter." I felt everything in body tighten. She looked into my eyes and leaned down to kiss me again, harder this time. I could feel myself melting beneath her as she kissed me. Her fingertips were moving along my stomach and I quivered under her touch. She was so beautiful so powerful. I felt my body giving in to her as she pulled her lips from mine and kissed down my sternum to my stomach.
I gasped, holding back a moan as she left tiny bites on my skin. Moving up to my neck, she started to bite and suck in one spot, right where my neck and shoulder connected. I whimpered, gripping at the sheets underneath me. I felt a heat rising deep inside me, making me clench my eyes shut. I wanted so much more, but she was teasing me. I felt her nails ghosting against my side, going up until they were at my breast. I gasped sharply as she gently started kneading the at the soft flesh. She still hadn't stopped sucking and biting the same spot on my neck. She pulled away from my skin for a moment and gave me a small look.
"Tell me if it hurts," she whispered kissed me softly. "The last thing I want to do is hurt you."
"But it's still on the list," I replied breathlessly, not totally sure why I felt the need to reply. But she chuckled and shook her head.
"You're impossible," she said, kissing me again and gently dragging her nails against my side. I gasped, clutching at the sheets as a wave of heat rushed through me. Tori froze and smirked down at me. "Oh, you liked that, huh?" She whispered, gently dragging her nails against my stomach. I had to bite my cheek to keep myself from moaning. I couldn't explain why it felt so good, but it did and I loved it. I heard her chuckle and she started kissing my neck again.
I loved the way she kissed me. I could feel myself falling apart with every kiss and it took everything I had not to voice my feelings on the subject. Giving my neck another bite, Tori let go of me and sat up, still straddling me. I looked up at her in slight disbelief.
"Is that it?" I asked, my voice a little more high pitched than I meant it to be. Tori chuckled and ran her fingers through her hair.
"You want more?" she asked. I sat up and collided my lips with hers, wrapping my arms around her waist. I found myself grabbing at the back of her tank top, wishing that I could tear it to shreds. Tori groaned a little, barely able to keep it quiet. She got her fingers into my hair, tugging at it a little.
"Does that answer your question?" I asked, breathing like I'd just been on a run. Tori nodded, a big grin on her face.
"If I keep my hand out of your shorts can I try something?" She asked. I felt myself tense up. I wasn't really opposed to the idea and that's what scared me. I had never learned where the line was when it came to having sex with a girl. It was simple with guys, but girls had the same equipment to work with so it was different. In that moment, I considered sex to be two people getting naked and getting each other to climax, but I wasn't sure. "It's ok if you're not ok with that."
"No," I said quickly, pulling her close. "I… Yeah, I'm ok with it. Just… don't go too crazy." She just scoffed in amusement and rolled her eyes.
"Are you doubting me?" she asked, mock offended. I shook my head and chuckled.
"Shut up and get to work," I said jokingly, but Tori looked like she had just been so embarrassed that her whole world would fall apart she was blushing so hard. I tensed up and started talking fast. "No, wait, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that."
"No, Max, it's ok," she said with a bit of a smile. "I… Kinda like it when you tell me what to do…"
"Why?" I asked, feeling confused. "You hate when people tell you what to do."
"Well," she hesitated. "You're usually so submissive in most things. It's kind of sexy when you take charge…" I couldn't help laughing a little.
"Really?" I asked, still trying to confirm that what I was hearing was real. Tori just blushed and nodded, not meeting my eyes. "Hey," I said and tilted her chin up so that she had to look at me. "If that's something you like then let's do it."
"What do you mean?" she asked skeptically, eyeing me. I couldn't help grinning a little as I brought my hands down her sides and found them moving up her back under her tank top.
"Maybe I wanna be in charge for a little bit," I whisper and kiss along her collarbone. She let out a small moan and tilted her head back. I couldn't help the satisfaction that welled up in my chest. I had her stand up and I stood up as well, kissing her as I moved her backwards little by little. I helped her get her tank top off and threw it to the floor as her back connected with the door of the room. I pulled away to get a look at her and grinned. She blushed and looked away from me.
"Hey," I whispered, grabbing onto her hips. "You're beautiful, Tori. Don't be so self conscious."
"Shut up," she whined, blushing even more. "I'm not used to this."
"Then I guess we'll have to do this sort of thing a lot," I replied as I kissed her softly. She looked at me with an eyebrow raised.
"Who knew Maxine Caulfield could be so smooth?" She said with a giggle, wrapping her arms around my neck. I smiled and kissed up her arm until I reached her shoulder then made my way to her lips again.
"I'm only this smooth because it's easier when I'm with you," I said softly, messing with the waistband of her shorts.
Most of that night was spent in a similar fashion. We didn't go all the way, we just kind of spent time kissing, seeing where the other liked being touched most, what got us the hottest. It was probably about two in the morning before we fell asleep. That night is always strange to look back on because it was the closest I'd ever been to another person before. It was this weird combination of love and care along with pure sexual desire. I had never felt anything like it before and I wanted more of it if I could get it.
Unfortunately, my relationship with Victoria would rarely be that carefree again once we got back to Blackwell.