1/22/08
"Just tell me what is going on," he asked as he drove through the streets.
She was at first silent, knowing that this was her chance. This was her moment to seize, but she could feel herself choking up with fear.
"Sere-"
"My mother use to do this to me as a child," she started. "When I asked her to go somewhere like the park, she would answer me 'Let's not and just say we did'. It was her answer to all my requests for a long time".
He tightened his grip on his steering wheel as he imagined Serena as a young girl with bright blue eyes and a crown of light blonde hair that curled slightly. He had always thought she led a full and happy life. Something about her when he had first met her made him assume that she was one of the happy people in the world. Growing up without a care about anything, or knowing what sorrow really was.
How wrong he was now.
"Eventually, I stopped asking and she stopped saying that to me," she paused. "I don't even know where she even got it from" she whispered as she looked at the passing scenery.
He waited for her to say more, and when she didn't seem to add anymore information as to why she was acting the way she was, he asked "Serena, I feel like there is something you want to tell me or ask me. It's weird, but I mean whatever it is, it's okay. I promise not to laugh"
She turned and looked at his profile. She saw how beautiful he was and her breath was caught in her throat as this was the first time she really saw him. The afternoon sun lit up his tan face with his dark piercing eyes and strong jaw. She had the sudden urge to lean over and kiss along that strong jaw - featherweight butterfly kisses.
She gave out a soft sigh and looked down between them. She watched him absently shifting gears and said "So lets, just say I did tell you what is going on with me and you didn't laugh at me but I didn't really say anything at all".
He looked over at her and she turned to look straight ahead. He wanted to say more, but he couldn't find the words or a response to that.
"Please, just take me home" she requested.
He turned his attention back to the road and drove her home.
The rest of the car ride was in silence, both pretending to understand and know what Serena had originally wanted but in truth she never explained any of it at all.
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He dropped her off in front of her dorm and she thanked him for the ride.
He didn't say anything to her.
He didn't seem angry to her. There seemed to be no emotion from him at all. He was cold and lifeless like a rock.
She got out of the car and walked towards the front doors into the lobby of her dorm all without looking back and he didn't wait to make sure she made it inside safely.
She was numb to the other students coming and going in the lobby and as she waited for the elevator, she had the sudden urge to cry.
'Wait until you're in your room. Safe' she told herself. She pursed her lips and blinked rapidly a couple times. She ducked her head slightly, using her hair to shield her face. She felt foolish and like a drama queen but ultimately she felt ashamed of herself.
As she walked into her room, she called out faintly for her roommate Mina. Hoping that she wasn't home and finding her not was a relief.
A questioning and pitying look was not something Serena wanted to deal with at the moment. But some small part of her didn't want to be alone. She wanted someone there to comfort her without asking questions first.
But she was alone. She toed off her shoes along the way to her room, tugging off her backpack and dropping it along the way.
She closed the door to her room and flopped down on the extra long twin sized mattress and let out a big long sigh. She stared at the blank wall, watching it start to blur as her tears came and she let them fall.
Soaking into her sheets, into the mattress, all without letting out a sound.
She had perfected the art of crying silently long ago.
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As for Mina, she was having her own dilemma in another apartment…
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They each were panting hard, like racehorses after a long race, fighting to slow their thundering hearts.
The fan above spun lazily, cooling their hot bodies, drying the sweat on them.
She shivered slightly from her position sprawled on top of his chest. Both of her arms cradled between their hot bodies, as her legs were straddled across his pelvis. One of his big warm hands was on her lower back; the other flopped on the bed close to his head.
She could hear his heart thudding in his chest and feel her own heart beat matching his. He gave a little groan and she sighed as he slipped out from inside of her. He shifted so that they were both lying on their sides facing each other. He kept his one hand on her lower back to hold her close to him, while the hand that was formerly flopped on the bed was now propping his head up to look down at her.
Her golden hair was in disarray – some of it was plastered to her head with her sweat while the rest was tangled and she had the distinct look of a woman who just had a good time in bed. He liked her with her bed head. Her blue eyes were still closed and she was still panting slightly but not as hard as before. She licked her dry and slightly bruised lips and his eyes followed the path her tongue took, watching it wet the two pink lips before disappearing back into her warm sweet mouth.
He wanted to kiss her again, to repeat what had just happened and to keep her with him for just those extra seconds and keep her from returning to reality.
She opened her eyes and found herself staring at his well-defined chest. She stared at his hard rock chest and her hands were resting against his tight abs. Her fingers were absently tracing his defined abs and he shivered slightly at her touch.
They didn't speak to each other. No words could really describe or convey their thoughts accurately.
Plus he wasn't that much of a talker.
The late afternoon sun filtered in through the blinds of his sliding glass doors that led onto a small balcony that also held a lone lawn chair and random plant.
The shadows of the day were creeping into the room as the sun went down. The slowly spinning fan caused the shadows to dance across the large bedroom.
Off to the side was a door that led to a decent sized bathroom with a shower stall, a bathtub, a sink and a toilet. Near the door to the bathroom, was the door to the walk in closet the held his business suits and his other clothes. All of his shoes neatly lined up on the floor, all of them neat and clean except for the shoes he wore for football practice.
The bedroom had one large queen sized bed that was extra long to accommodate his tall frame. It took up most of the space in the bedroom and sat right in the middle of the room as a focal point. There were two bedside tables that each held a dark shaded lamp. One of the bedside tables included his digital alarm clock and other miscellaneous items.
Directly across the end of the bed on the wall was a large LCD flat-screen TV bolted to the wall. Below the TV was a long narrow table that held his remote and random DVDs.
In the corner of his room was a tall six-drawer dresser with a large mirror on top of the dresser. His cologne, watch and some spare change were on top of the dresser.
His room, as well as his whole apartment was usually immaculate but currently the floor had his and her clothes scattered in a trail from the bedroom door to the bed. There was even articles of clothing outside the bedroom in the hallway that led from the front door into the bedroom.
Their meetings were usually like this. With no words exchanged between them as they tore each other's clothes off in their haste. This thing between them had only been going on for a few weeks.
He was about to actually say something to her when the shrill ring of a cell phone cut him off. It was his but he delayed in moving to answer it.
It rang again before he sighed and got up from the bed, detangling his arms from her and getting out of bed to look for his pants.
His pants were in a rumpled pile near the bed and he snagged them and looked through the pockets for his phone. Not finding his phone in there he frowned and wondered where it could be. He sat on his bed and looked around his room when her hand shot out with his phone.
He grabbed it from her and answered it. "Hello" he answered in his deep serious voice.
She watched him sitting at the end of the bed, naked talking on his cell phone. Whatever the other person had to say didn't illicit more than a one-word response or a grunt of acknowledgement from him but then again he wasn't much of a talker.
She pulled the sheet out from under her and covered it with herself with it. She lay back onto the bed and shifted her fingers through her tangled hair. She stared up at the ceiling, watching the fan spin, her fingers snagging onto a particularly nasty snarl. She pried her fingers loose from the snarl and pulled the hair in front of her face to look at it.
It was a pretty big knot and she slowly detangled it. By the time she was done with the knot, he was already off the phone.
He didn't move and didn't turn to look at her. Instead he got up and headed towards his bathroom. A moment later, the sound of running water could be heard.
She snuggled into his dark charcoal grey Egyptian cotton sheets tucking her arms around her head and the thick goose down pillow. She turned to lie facing the glass doors that took up one wall to the right of the bed and looked out through the blinds.
Being on the fortieth floor had its perks. No other building was as tall or taller so no one could look in through the open blinds.
The sky was streaked with pinks, blues, oranges and yellow as the sun descended over the horizon, signaling the end of a day.
She knew that she couldn't stay but she didn't want to go back to her place. Serena wasn't around and hadn't answered her phone and well; she didn't feel like being in anyone else's company tonight.
There was that new club that just opened up but then again a new club seemed to be always opening every weekend. She turned back onto her back and turned her head towards the opposite wall and looked at the bathroom door.
Though he had made the move to shut the door, the door was still slightly opened. Light from the bathroom rimmed the doorframe and she got out of bed.
She moved towards the door and pushed it opened to find the bathroom full of steam. She walked further into the bathroom and saw the faint outline of his body through the steamed up glass door of the shower stall.
He had both of his arms propped up in front of him, his head bowed as the water pounded onto his head. His white blonde hair was slightly darker with the water from the spout running down on it; covering his aristocratic features.
She knew his face – sharp piercing grey eyes, a strong jaw line and thin lips that usually were held in a firm straight line. As she thought about his lips, she found that she could not recall him ever smiling a full-blown smile.
He had tanned skin from practicing and playing football on the university's team. His whole body was like a brick wall as he was the best defense player on the team. Quick and agile, he was all hard muscle but moved gracefully and quickly like an antelope. She knew his body well enough, as he knew hers.
She was about 5'9 – average model height with swimsuit model features - A beautiful face with sunshine blonde hair, light blue eyes, a cute nose and full pink lips. She had the traditional swimsuit model measurements with high perky breasts that filled his large hand perfectly. A taunt stomach, curved hips and a toned butt that he seemed to love to curve his hands over. She had endless legs that were one of her best assets, but that was debatable.
She was semi-famous with the jobs that she had booked but she wasn't seriously pursuing it. Modeling was just a job she did for some extra cash. Truthfully she wanted to do more, something philanthropic but she didn't know to go about it.
She stopped her staring and was pulled from her thoughts when she saw that he had turned his head to look at her. His face pulled out from being directly underneath the pounding water, the water ran down on his chest and ran down his body. She opened the door to the shower stall, keeping her eyes on his as she stepped in.
She stood between his body and the wall in front of him and looked up at him. He moved in closer, crowding her into the tiled wall before wrapping his arms around her. He backed up under the spray and allowed them both to become soaked.
The water washed away all the sweat they had accumulated and they stood there for minutes still.
She had her arms wrapped around him as well; the side of her face leaning against his chest, the side of his own face was leaning on top of her head.
Even at her height, she barely passed the line of his shoulder, however their bodies still fit together like two unique pieces of a 1000 piece puzzle.
She pushed away from him slightly and he eased his grip on her as she slid her arms up around his neck to pull his face down for a kiss.
At first their kiss was chaste. Then she angled her head to get a little closer to his but he stubbornly kept his mouth closed. She bit down on his bottom lip that stung him a little and he opened his mouth to use his tongue to soothe the sting when she rubbed her own tongue against his.
By now, both of his hands were on her hips and he pushed her up against the tiled wall. From there, one of his hands ran up to cup her breasts; his fingers teasing the sensitive underside. His other hand moved down to the back of her taunt thigh and he moved his hand between her two thighs. He lifted up her thigh and had her opened and vulnerable to him.
Holding up her thigh high against his hip, she was standing on only one foot on the tips of her toes. He pressed her harder against the wall, using it to help him hold her up. He nudged at the core of her and teased her opening.
She moaned and scratched her nails against the base of his neck while the other hand gripped his shoulder. He stopped kissing her to move down her neck and kissed the underside of her jaw. She tilted her head back to allow him greater access to her throat.
He kissed her along one side then to the other before kissing her right behind her ear causing her to shiver in delight. He gently bit the shell of her delicate ear before kissing it. She had shocks of electricity shooting down her neck and pulsing in her core.
She rocked her hips against him, trying to get him to get to the main course from the foreplay.
He evaded her and she made a sound of frustration. With his head buried in the crook of her neck alternating between nibbling her skin and placing opened mouth kisses on it, he grinned but she never saw it.
Instead she moved her hands from where they were and tried to grab his tight butt and push him into her. His superior strength held him right at the entrance of her core, teasing her mercilessly.
"Please" she moaned. He growled slightly at her pleading, but made no move to satisfy her. She continued to rock her hips against his but he moved his hands down to her hips to hold her still.
She began thrashing between him and the tiled wall in her desperation but she did not say anything more. She knew that words meant nothing to him and her pleads fell on deaf ears but that didn't stop her from making sounds of frustrations.
One of his hands slid from holding her hips still down to stroke the bundle of nerves. He could feel how wet and giving her flesh was to his invading finger even with the shower running.
He slipped a finger in him and hit exactly where he knew was the spot that made her see stars. She responded immediately, arching her back presenting her breasts to him like an offering to a deity. He seized his offering in one mouth and worried the tip of her breast with his teeth then soothing it with his tongue.
He was always hovering over the line of pain and pleasure but she loved it. She had become so accustomed to it; she wanted it no other way. He knew her body like a finely tuned instrument – one touch or even a look would send lightning steaks of heat running through her.
She hated and loved the fact that he could do that to her. He was her secret addiction, one that she could never seem to get rid of no matter how hard she tried.
She fell apart in his masterful hands and before she could even fully recover from it, he surged into her.
She bit her lip to keep from screaming and was grateful for the wall and his strength for holding her up.
He set a fast pace, pounding into her, causing her to fall into a fevered frenzy. All she could do was hold onto him all the more. She clenched her inner muscles, his entering into her in a constriction bringing them even closer. He groaned into her neck.
She soon fell apart again and he soon followed her. She lowered her legs from around his waist and he slipped out of her. The running water ran down their bodies, washing the evidence of their coupling away.
He reached over and turned the shower off.
She was still a bit wobbly to stand on her legs, so he swept her up in his arms. He set her down on the long marble counter and reached for a towel for each of them.
He simply wrapped his towel around his waist and took back the towel he gave her. He slowly dried her body and she let him.
They both heard his phone ring, but he ignored it. He continued to dry her slowly with a towel.
"You should answer that," she said to him. He ignored her, only pausing slightly in drying her giving her indication that he had heard her.
She grabbed the towel from him and strode out of the bathroom wrapping the towel around her as she went. Blocking his view of her beautiful body from him as she went and grabbed his phone.
She noticed three things. The sky was dark and there was no moon. And the caller was someone named Mary.
Mary.
'Who is Mary?' she wondered. She felt something akin to jealously but quickly squashed it, scoffing at herself.
What right did she have over him and the rest of his life?
They were not exclusive.
Hell, they weren't even public.
Just two kids fucking each other occasionally.
She handed him the phone, but it had already stopped ringing. But still not before she saw who was calling. She went back into the bedroom and began picking up her clothes that they strewn about.
She was a little embarrassed to find her underwear in the hallway outside his bedroom but she was oddly detached about it as well. She was not stranger gathering her clothes after the deed was done and donning them as she went about finding them.
She had on her underwear and her jeans and was holding her top. The towel lay on the bedroom floor as she wandered topless into the living room of his apartment looking for her bra.
She was unashamed and unabashed about her body. Being a model didn't make one body conscious.
Not having any success at finding her bra in the living room or the hallways, she went back into his room.
He was sitting on the bed wearing a pair of sweats when she walked him topless. She paid him no mind as she went around the far side of the bed to look for her missing bra. He was not struck dumbfounded at the sight of her only in her skinny jeans; rather he was awed at her beauty, but also somewhat sad for her.
Her emotional detachment was chafing at the very little emotions he allowed himself to feel and even the lesser ones he showed.
As she made to pass him again, he snagged her around her waist and tugged her down to sit sideways in his lap.
She let out a little 'eep' and caught his arm and shoulder on reflex to hold onto something. He had them cheek-to-cheek before he whispered, "Stay".
She made no move get up.
He laid down backwards, taking her with him.
And there they lay in the dark room, illuminated by one small lamp, before falling asleep.
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