Bradin seriously didn't know what was wrong with him. Three days had passed and that had somehow equated to three more half to two hour make out sessions with Kris, each time getting more intense (though how that was humanly possible, Bradin had no idea), and each time ended suddenly by her. She always initiated, she always ended it. Bradin didn't like to think about it in this particular way, but she had him by the balls. Every time he saw her he had to remind himself how to breathe, and there was just no denying how turned on she made him.
The first few times she had gone over to him and kissed him, Bradin hadn't questioned it, what straight teenage male would? But as the fourth day came, their now familiar routine started taking place- two-thirty, at the beginning of her spare and his math class, they'd meet in the hallway outside of the always-unoccupied multi-purpose room. And then she'd shove him in the room and make him really not give a damn that he wasn't the one "wearing the pants" in the relationship. Today was different though, she pressed her lips against his and he pulled back. It was a forced action that went against everything he stood for, but he managed.
"What are we doing?" Bradin exhaled heavily.
"I thought that was obvious." She responded, her eyes dancing as she fingered his shirt collar, and then his neck, his jaw, his lips…
"We don't even know each other." He said pointedly, resisting the temptation to run his tongue over her fingers.
"Does that matter?" she raised her eyebrows and closed the gap that he had made, standing so close to him that they were touching. Her hand roamed up his shirt and played with his nipples, causing him to shudder and jolt back.
"Yes, yeah!" he exclaimed, trying to convince himself as well. "Of course it matters, I'm not the type of guy who'll-"
"Oh shut up." She commanded, slowly kissing him again, inserting her tongue into is mouth tantalizingly and then removing it in the same manner. She pulled back after a moment and played with his hair. Running a finger down his cheek, past his jawbone, and down his chest so that it was resting just below his belt (insert Bradin's moan here), she slowly told him, "You know what? You're right. We don't have to do this. I didn't think you minded. But we can talk. Yeah, get to know each other. That'd be better, like you said."
Damn her! Bradin grabbed her almost forcefully and hungrily crushed his lips against hers, his hands resting on her upper thigh and the wall. He felt her smile and knew it was a bit at his expense but all things rational went out of his head, hell he couldn't even string a thought together anymore. Her hands shifted to his shoulders and she gingerly, but strongly, pushed Bradin backwards onto a nearby table. He didn't need any other sign from her before he hopped on so that he was sitting on it. To his surprise, she followed suit, and hopped onto his lap.
She stood over him on the table and ordered, "Move back." Bradin obediently did as he was told. She swooped down onto his lap and kissed him before roughly shoving him down onto the table so that he was lying flat on his back. Kris kneeled down in a straddle around his hips. Her legs tightly around him, there was no doubt she felt what he had continuously hoped she didn't notice. His shirt was off again in a second (and Bradin realized how bloody cold the table was…) and she was kissing every part of his skin she could reach. Bradin's hands were resting on her sides but he automatically jerked them back when her shirt rode up just enough so that he was touching skin.
"You know, it's okay." She cocked her head, resting her hand on his.
"Hmmnugheler?" he croaked. She laughed and guided his hand under her shirt and up her back, laying a few kisses on him while doing so.
"Don't be shy, surfer boy." She breathed. And just when he thought he couldn't possibly get more breathlessthanhe was now, she ran her hand over his belt. "I don't know if you want to go that far-" she started, blinking in a would-be innocent way up at him. His hands had undone his belt before she could even finish the sentence. Where she had once been unbelievably fast, now her movements were slow and deliberate. Carefully, she eased the belt off of him and gave him a trail of kisses that led all the way down to his belly button. He had never known how slow a person could possibly take to undo a button before he met her, Bradin thought almost painfully.
"You are having way too much fun doing this to me." Bradin groaned as she gently inched his zipper down.
"Aren't you enjoying this?" she flashed him a smile that could have rendered him insane if she hadn't already driven him there. As she spoke, her hands stopped moving and she straightened.
"Wait, what are you doing?" Bradin desperately asked.
"Sorry baby, I've got to go. Your times up." Kris good-naturedly patted his cheek. She began to get off of him but Bradin's hands grabbed onto her wrists.
"Don't stop…" he pleaded, bringing his lips up to hers.
"Don't tell me what to do." She wagged her finger at him.
"You can't keep doing this to me." Bradin shut his eyes, reopening them to find her eyeing him with one of her many range of looks. "Kris. Don't go like this."
She only smiled at him and gently shook off his hands that were clasped around her. She took her sweet time sliding off of him though, one more device of torture she was using with glee on him with. With a plop, Kris landed back on the floor and as she sashayed sensually to the door, she paused just long enough to bend down and pick up his shirt, which had landed across the room from the table. With a flirtatious smile, she turned to face the blonde and threw him his shirt, winking before leaving the room.
Bradin collapsed down on the table and let out a frustrated sigh. He wasn't normally a guy who would just make out with a random girl; much less the type who'd go all the way with a girl he had just met. But when she was doing what she was, it was pretty much impossible for the teen not to want to move that tiny step further. She was driving him crazy.
"What's been with you?" Nikki asked, crossing her arms as Bradin hazily walked into the house.
"What do mean?" he rubbed his face, walked past Nikki, and splashed cold water on his face. He had been taking a few dips into the ocean right after school, as it was the closest to a cold shower he could get without people noticing what he was doing.
"Is grade twelve that bad?" Nikki raised her eyebrows. "You look like you've been through hell."
To heaven and hell and back again, repeatedly every single blasted day, Bradin thought. "Just not used to the course load."
"You know, I was talking to Erika-" she grinned. Bradin sensed where that grin was heading and gave her a look in anticipation of how she'd finish her sentence. "…So who is she?"
"Why are you gossiping about me?" Bradin sharply asked.
"So there is someone." The knowing look on her face now pushed his temper a little.
"Oh, go find Cam and leave me alone." He grumbled moodily.
"Girl problems?" she brightly asked. "You know, I am one. Maybe I can help?"
Yeah, he was going to confess to his kid sister that this girl he knew kept stringing him along and he was going off the wall not being able to go all the way with her. "Never mind, Nik." He stated very firmly. "It's nothing you could exactly help with."
"Why not?" she frowned.
"I've got a hunch." Jay lowly muttered as he strode up behind the pair. "Hey, Bradin, I was wondering if you'd have time to clock in a few hours at the shop. I've got an errand to run right now, and I just came back to see if you were busy."
"Nah, I can probably do it." Bradin nodded, grateful to be excused from Nikki's probing.
"Great. See you later, kiddo." Jay smiled at Nikki, then slung his arm around Bradin's shoulders and led him out the door. Once Nikki was out of earshot, the man raised his eyebrows and said, "From the way you've been looking lately, I think Nikki's right about you having girl problems. And if you couldn't tell her…"
"It's called I like to keep my private life private." Bradin pointedly told him. But he thought about it and weighed his options. Jay was the master, if anyone could help Bradin, it'd be Jay. "Okay, fine. So I'm completely confused. There's this girl…" And Bradin laid out the story with vague details.
"You've known her for four days." Jay flatly said.
"Yeah. And it's not even like we've even hung out or talked much at all in that time frame." Bradin said.
"And you expect her to sleep with you after four days?" Jay crossed his arms.
"Hey, she's the one initiating all this!" Bradin protested.
"Yeah, so let her do this on her terms." Jay shrugged. "It looks like you've seriously given her all the power in whatever thing you've got going on. You've let her do whatever she wants so now you're just going to have to deal with your decisions."
"What?" he frowned.
"Okay, to put it simply mate, you've let her make you her bitch." Jay smirked. "She's doing whatever she wants, whenever she wants with you, and she'll begin or end it when she feels like it. You've got no say because you've already been more than happy to let her make all the shots. In short, you're her bitch."
"That is such a demeaning-" Bradin shook his head. He paused to think about it and as the words sunk in, he blinked in awe. "Damn it. You're right."
"Yes, yes I am." He nodded. "What can you do about it? Enjoy the ride, my friend, enjoy the ride. Do you have a problem with what's happening?"
"Yeah, no," Bradin snorted.
"Then do what she wants, ride it through, and enjoy this. Not a lot of girls will do this," Jay said. Yeah, no shit. "So just take the opportunity. It's not often a girl doesn't seem to care about anything but the action."
"But what if I do?" Bradin sighed.
"That's what other relationships are about. Just see this little tryst out until either of you get bored, and move on. From what you've told me, it doesn't look like she'll care what you do." He grinned.
"Spoken like a true player." Bradin shook his head.
"Believe me when I say I know when I'm right. And your girl here seems to be a right player herself. Now, I wasn't kidding about my shop. Here are the keys, don't lose them, don't mess up the store, I'll be back in two hours and I'll kick your ass if anything happens." Jay said.
"I've looked after it before, you paranoid person." Bradin rolled his eyes. "I doubt I'll use your advice, but hey, it's nice to hear something. I'll see you later."
"Bye," Jay nodded, and walked off. Shaking the thoughts out of his head, Bradin strode quickly to the surf shop and tried not to think about Kris. No doubt he wasn't on her mind at all.
A/N: In case you were wondering, there WILL be more than just mindless make out sessions. Eventually. Sometime. Ha ha. Thanks for reviewing!