"Girl, you better haul ass!" Heidi screamed from the bottom of the stairs. It was only 7:30 AM, but we were going to be late if I didn't move faster. The sun was trying to peak through my venetian blinds reminding me that the clock was ticking.
"Hold on!" I screamed back as I looked around my room for my missing laptop. Clothes were strewn all over the floor. My books, notebooks, and other school supplies all over my desk. I swore I left it on my black IKEA-bought desk last night. I scratched my head. "Argh!" I was getting too frustrated to look; I was using my mouth more than my eyes.
I could hear Heidi loudly tapping on the banister. Impatient bitch. I don't know how she is up and running, considering she didn't get home until wee hours of the morning, around 3 AM...I know because she made a lot of noise coming in the house. And now here she is screaming at the top of her lungs, telling me to hurry up.
"Class starts in half an hour and the traffic...I'm going to leave your ass if you ain't ready in 10 minutes." Heidi and I have been friends since we started college together; that was four years ago. And finally, we are in our last semester. We are dubbed the Twins of 2022 because like Schwarzenegger and DeVito, she was tall while I was short. Fortunately, our height was the only trait we shared with the actors. And we are ALWAYS together...almost. When you see one, the other is right there or nearby.
"Anything else, Dr. Obvious?!" I yelled a little bit louder than I intended, but she was getting on my nerves. I'm usually on top of things, but last night got me out of my zone. And as if on cue, a pair of strong arms wrapped around my waist.
"You're leaving without saying anything?" He asked, nibbling on my left ear. All that came out of me were unintelligent words and a nervous laugh. That stopped him for a minute, giving me time to catch my breath. That little bit made me blush and feel warm all over. As he nestled his face on my neck, planting small kisses, a moan escaped my mouth. His moist lips on the nape of my neck sent excitement to places I never knew could get excited. My breathing labored, chest heaving, I couldn't think straight. All I know was that I wanted more of it. I wanted him. As if reading my reaction, he gently pulled my hair, licked and nibbled my neck, which made me moan louder. His other hand slowly moving down, sensing the band of my jeans slipping.
I turned around to meet his plump lips and returned the favor more ferociously, which he did not reject. He smelled of sex and soap. On my tippy toes, my arms wrapped around his waist, my hands gently scratching his naked skin. He bent lower for my benefit and that slight move made it easier to kiss his pillowy lips. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I drew him closer to me. His tongue wrestled mine and he was winning. His hands that were on my hips earlier was now closer to one of the most sensitive parts of my body. My breath caught in his mouth and I shuddered underneath him. He knew it all too well. This is going to be a two part-er if I don't stop this here and now.
I broke away from the kiss first, catching my breath, placing my hands on his firm chest, but he tried to steal more. I drew my chin closer to my body, hoping he caught my drift. To emphasize my stance, I backed up until a felt something press against my back, which was my dresser.
"What?" He asked with a tinge of irritation in his voice. He must be one of those who is used to getting their way. The kiss must've woken him up firm that he craved release. He sat down at the edge of my bed, legs wide open. No embarrassment at all. He wanted me to see what I did to him; it was not difficult to notice. I made every effort to avoid looking at him, while he did the opposite. All eyes on me. He knew what he wanted, what I wanted, and it made me squirm.
A few more breaths to steel myself. He is an Adonis; at 6 feet, with brown hair, clean shaven face, and green eyes to my 5 feet frame. I have never done this before and he could totally tell the moment I sat next to him last night, but he was gentle until he was not. The slam against the wall, bites on my thigh, strong tongue, hair pulling, soft then hard thrusts, multiple climax. I bit my lower lip and squeezed my eyes shut tightly, but that didn't help. Last night kept replaying in my head over and over, my body once again responding and he could totally tell.
"You want it, don't you, you little slut. So why deny it?" His whispered, his warm breath washing over me. I should have been offended...He was physically ready and so was I. I did not dare look at him. I turned my face away, eyes still closed. My heart was pumping so loud, I could hear the rush of blood and it was not rushing to my brain. I could feel the tip of his nose on my exposed cheek and his slithering tongue, prying my mouth open. My whole body was on fire. How could one man have such power over me?
"Because if she doesn't, Miss Magna Cum Laude will be late for class," a flat voice responded. I opened my eyes to see Heidi leaning against the door jamb, arms crossed, with annoyance on her face. Was the annoyance because we were going to be late or because there was a man in the house ready to devour me? She gave him a once over and then moved to me. I think I saw something resembling a smirk on the corner of her mouth before it completely disappeared. "My name is Heidi and this is Reima. And you are?"
He clicked his tongue while his forehead rested on me, his eyes on mine. I don't know when I looked away from Heidi but here I was staring at his beautiful, emerald eyes. He mouthed something before turning his baby greens away from me. He really does not like disruptions. "Dean Winchester," he responded. "Do you make it a habit of interrupting people, Mother Superior?" He asked. Before pushing away from me, he planted a sweet, soft kiss. Nothing more, nothing less. I didn't know I was holding my breath for too long until his body was no longer on me. For a minute, it was a sigh of relief, which was followed by panic. I immediately turned to him fortunately seeing him wearing his jeans from the day before. I didn't know what was on my face because when my eyes met his, I saw a pompous look on his face.
"Well, Dean Winchester, what are your intentions? Because for a minute there, you didn't even know her name until I said it." Heidi was pissed and when she gets emotionally charged, her southern drawl is more pronounced and the whole situation turns into a reality show.
I looked at her, then at him. Blinked a few times. I wanted to say something, but words weren't forming. All I could do was look at Heidi with bewilderment and she was not done. "You think you can just roll on here and sleep with her?! She is not a WHAM, BAM, THANK YOU, MA'AM kind of girl, Mr. Winchester!" While she goes on a tirade, there is no stopping her. All I could do was watch her with a slack jaw and I also felt hurt when she said he didn't remember my name. How could he not? He called for me, screamed my name over and over last night. Then it dawned on me he uttered my name inaudibly before pushing off of me, the 'ah-ha' moment. I didn't think I was feeling something for him because how could I? I just met the guy yesterday, but I wish he would just disappear.
My anxiety was getting the best of me. I felt like the whole world was laughing at me. I did not have the greatest memories growing up, but this by far took the cake. My chest was hurting, my breathing was getting erratic, I was hyperventilating; I needed to get out. I didn't know how I got to the patio, but I did. Birds chirping, cars driving and honking, dogs barking, I was drowned in the noise of our neighborhood. The sun's warmth embraced me while I was bent over, trying to catch my breath.
"Reima-" Heidi started, but I did not want to hear it and I told her.
"Whatever excuse you may have for embarrassing me in there, I don't care. You did not have the right. I'm your friend, not your child. I have never and will never pull something like that. At least not in front of all your..." I yelled, shaking with tears running down my face. I was making a fool out of myself, but I did not care. "...fuck toys. How could you?!" One of our neighbors, an old, bald man, a very nice guy, came out to his yard to water his plants, only to go back to his house with a panicked face.
"And that's exactly why I did it! What possessed you to sleep with him?! I have been with many guys like him and it always ends the same. I'm just another notch on their bed post." Her face was not painted by pain but with disgust. I was confused. Where was this all coming from? Before I could ask her why, she responded. "Because why not? If these men can sleep around and have fun, why can't I?"
We both stood there with nothing much else to say. Heidi is my best friend, but I never knew she has a low opinion of herself. She is such a beautiful girl. I always admired how sociable she is, how strong she is, but in the end, it's just a façade. Me, on the other hand, an introvert, unless I'm on the stage.
"I want to be like you," I finally answered, timidly. "I saw him sitting alone, I took a shot. I thought, 'YOLO,' you know? I never thought...And here we are...He was so damn good." I laughed pathetically with tears streaming down my face. After saying what I thought aloud, I just realized I have the same problem like Heidi, low self-esteem. "Before I knew it, I joined the sisterhood of the dropping pants."
And Heidi lost it. We were both crying and laughing at the same time. "I'm sorry," she wailed and I returned in response. Words mixing because we were both talking simultaneously. Tears, snot, mascara running. We were a hot mess; we didn't care. We didn't care how we looked. We didn't care that we missed lecture today and we sure as hell did not care that Dean Winchester left shortly, his impala driving away forever, taking with him something I considered precious. Good riddance, Mr. Winchester.
