Nicole heard the five o'clock chime of Damien's grandfather clock. "I have to go," she said, starting down the stairs to the living room. She grabbed her coat and started out the door.
"So I'll see you tomorrow?" Damien called, as he appeared at the top of the stair landing. Nicole thought he was very arrogant. How dare he say that? He had no claim over her.
"Yet", a part of her implied. The thought was quickly snuffed out by her guilt over Andrew. He has to go into hiding and she lusts for his best friend. But Damien was so hot…
The next day Nicole found herself putting on clothes she hadn't worn since Andrew left. Boys whistled at her in school and she thought, "I'm Andrew's, shut up." But deep down she knew she would go see Damien after school. So when she stood at the front door of the old house and lifted the brass handle, she wasn't in the least bit surprised.
The door opened, revealing Nicole to Damien who had been praying, or as close to it as he could come being eternally damned and all, that she would come. The surprise and relief showed on his face for a fraction of a second. He hoped that Nicole hadn't seen it. She had though.
"So he is not as confident as he seems, this guy gets better everyday," Nicole thought.
Damien stepped aside and Nicole walked in. She hoped he didn't bring up Andrew. Damien was close to her now; she didn't remember him standing so near a second ago.
Damien couldn't think of anything but Nicole's full lips. He swiftly leaned in and pressed his mouth to hers. Their lips touched softly at first, then harder. Nicole threw her arms around Damien's neck and opened her mouth to his tongue.
Damien gathered Nicole in his arms and carried her over to the couch she'd sat on the day before. He laid her down and climbed over her. As he began to unbutton her blouse, she pulled away.
"I can't do this," she murmured.
"Is it because of him?" Damien asked.
Nicole raised her head to meet his eyes and nodded. Damien rose; his pants settled perfectly, his shirt looked good wrinkled. Nicole was tempted, so tempted. "Can I make you some coffee or do you want soda?"
"Coffee's fine" Nicole sat up and straightened her blouse.
"I have a tv in the kitchen if you want to watch something." Nicole was grateful for the distraction and slowly walked into the kitchen. She wanted to waste some time and gain her composure.
Damien stood at the counter, slaving over the coffee maker. He looked like a puppy who had just been hit with a rolled up newspaper. He turned around to hand Nicole her coffee and even his sexy eyes were sad. Somehow it made him even more appealing.
Nicole sat down at the small coffee table. Damien turned on the tv, but all he could find to watch was daytime soaps. He sat down across from Nicole. Awkward silence loomed around them.
"Will Andrew know about what we just did?" Nicole asked.
"No. Not unless you tell him."
"So he can't read my mind like you can?"
"No he can just talk in it. Speaking of which have you heard from him?"
"Not since yesterday before I came. Maybe he thinks I am mad at him."
Damien shifted uncomfortably and his foot touched Nicole's. He could feel her warmth through her sock. He remembered how they had kicked off their shoes while making out and couldn't help stiffening.
Nicole felt Damien's foot brush hers and couldn't stop herself any longer. She rubbed her foot against his which had retreated under his chair. Damien looked up at Nicole who was staring into her coffee mug. Her foot traveled softly up his leg. He was getting harder. She massaged him until he couldn't take it any longer. He got up and walked to her side of the small table. In one motion, he pulled her up and they were kissing. Lips and tongues collided. Damien's hand slid up Nicole's shirt while she groaned.
He pulled out his hand, taking hers and leading her upstairs. Kissing frantically, tripping a couple of times and falling all over each other making-out, they finally made it.
Damien opened the door to his bedroom and they got under the sheets. Nicole had the best time of her life in that bed. Over and over again.
"So I'll see you tomorrow?" Damien called, as he appeared at the top of the stair landing. Nicole thought he was very arrogant. How dare he say that? He had no claim over her.
"Yet", a part of her implied. The thought was quickly snuffed out by her guilt over Andrew. He has to go into hiding and she lusts for his best friend. But Damien was so hot…
The next day Nicole found herself putting on clothes she hadn't worn since Andrew left. Boys whistled at her in school and she thought, "I'm Andrew's, shut up." But deep down she knew she would go see Damien after school. So when she stood at the front door of the old house and lifted the brass handle, she wasn't in the least bit surprised.
The door opened, revealing Nicole to Damien who had been praying, or as close to it as he could come being eternally damned and all, that she would come. The surprise and relief showed on his face for a fraction of a second. He hoped that Nicole hadn't seen it. She had though.
"So he is not as confident as he seems, this guy gets better everyday," Nicole thought.
Damien stepped aside and Nicole walked in. She hoped he didn't bring up Andrew. Damien was close to her now; she didn't remember him standing so near a second ago.
Damien couldn't think of anything but Nicole's full lips. He swiftly leaned in and pressed his mouth to hers. Their lips touched softly at first, then harder. Nicole threw her arms around Damien's neck and opened her mouth to his tongue.
Damien gathered Nicole in his arms and carried her over to the couch she'd sat on the day before. He laid her down and climbed over her. As he began to unbutton her blouse, she pulled away.
"I can't do this," she murmured.
"Is it because of him?" Damien asked.
Nicole raised her head to meet his eyes and nodded. Damien rose; his pants settled perfectly, his shirt looked good wrinkled. Nicole was tempted, so tempted. "Can I make you some coffee or do you want soda?"
"Coffee's fine" Nicole sat up and straightened her blouse.
"I have a tv in the kitchen if you want to watch something." Nicole was grateful for the distraction and slowly walked into the kitchen. She wanted to waste some time and gain her composure.
Damien stood at the counter, slaving over the coffee maker. He looked like a puppy who had just been hit with a rolled up newspaper. He turned around to hand Nicole her coffee and even his sexy eyes were sad. Somehow it made him even more appealing.
Nicole sat down at the small coffee table. Damien turned on the tv, but all he could find to watch was daytime soaps. He sat down across from Nicole. Awkward silence loomed around them.
"Will Andrew know about what we just did?" Nicole asked.
"No. Not unless you tell him."
"So he can't read my mind like you can?"
"No he can just talk in it. Speaking of which have you heard from him?"
"Not since yesterday before I came. Maybe he thinks I am mad at him."
Damien shifted uncomfortably and his foot touched Nicole's. He could feel her warmth through her sock. He remembered how they had kicked off their shoes while making out and couldn't help stiffening.
Nicole felt Damien's foot brush hers and couldn't stop herself any longer. She rubbed her foot against his which had retreated under his chair. Damien looked up at Nicole who was staring into her coffee mug. Her foot traveled softly up his leg. He was getting harder. She massaged him until he couldn't take it any longer. He got up and walked to her side of the small table. In one motion, he pulled her up and they were kissing. Lips and tongues collided. Damien's hand slid up Nicole's shirt while she groaned.
He pulled out his hand, taking hers and leading her upstairs. Kissing frantically, tripping a couple of times and falling all over each other making-out, they finally made it.
Damien opened the door to his bedroom and they got under the sheets. Nicole had the best time of her life in that bed. Over and over again.