Want To Be Bad-Part Two

Sara's P.O.V.

My phone rang loudly from another room, making me jump. I threw down my book, and ran around like a chicken with its head cut off, looking for my cell phone. I finally found it, in my pants pocket in the laundry basket.

"Hello?" I said anxiously; breathlessly, hoping that Tegan's voice would answer, telling me she had read Independence Day, and adopted it as her new favorite. She wanted me to have it back...

"Hi, Sara. It's your mother. Are you ok?" I sighed inwardly, scolding myself for ridiculous wishful thinking. Tegan would probably never open that book, and find the number I had slipped in while she was fumbling in her wallet.

"I'm ok. I just thought you were... someone else." I'd probably be getting calls from random strangers who had checked out the book for months.

"Mmm.. What's her name?" asked my mom knowingly. I usually felt awkward talking to my mother about my love life, but I wanted to share my fleeting connection with Tegan with someone, and it seemed too silly to call up any of my friends about.

"Her name is Tegan... she came in the bookstore today." There was silence on the other line, which was odd- usually she bubbled exitedly whenever I talked about my crushes or girlfriends.

"Mom, are you still there?" I asked.

"Yeah... sorry Sara. I was just... remembering something that happened a long time ago. Tegan- that's an unusual name, eh?"

"That's what I thought when I heard it. Oh well, who knows if it will amount to anything."

"Just as well" said my mother rather quickly. "So, Sara, the reason I called was to ask if you'd like to fly down for Christmas this year."

"Sure, that sounds good." I said. "But isn't August a little early to be planning for Christmas?"

"There's a sale on, and I wanted to know if I'd have to ship your gifts across the country like last year. Also, I'll only be able to pay for half of your ticket this time."

"That's ok. Hopefully I'll get a Christmas bonus to help pay for it." I said optimistically.

Suddenly, my phone beeped, signaling that someone was trying to call through. Pulling the phone away to look at the number, I realized I didn't recognize it. I quickly said goodbye to my mother and answered the call just before it went to voice mail.

"This is Sara" I said.

"Hi...this is Tegan?" she said, sounding unsure. My palms got sweaty as I worried my mind would go blank and we wouldn't have anything to talk about.

"Hey Tegan. I'm, uh... glad you found my number." I said awkwardly.

"Me too. I'd... um like to return the book I bought today."

"Why? Is there something wrong with it?" I asked.

"No, no- It's nothing like that." she assured me. "I just sort of... acquired the original copy and I could tell it was your favorite book and all..."

"It is my favorite." I said, smiling. "Can you drop it off at the store tomorrow?" I asked.

"No, I have to use my lunch hour to go to the library." I frowned. Tomorrow was a Friday.

"Well, why don't you come over?"

"Ok, when?"

"Are you busy now?"

"Not really."

And before I knew it, Tegan was sitting on my couch, the precious copy of Independence Day was in one of my bookcases, and I was in the kitchen retrieving two beers. I heard raindrops pelting the windows, and a thrill run through me as I wondered if Tegan would have to spend the night. I coughed, embarrassed, and told my perverted mind to shut up as I returned to the living room with our beverages.

"Thanks" said Tegan, smiling brightly up at me. I again scolded myself. I barely knew this girl, and of course she would take a cab home if the rain didn't stop soon. I just hoped the storm wouldn't escalate; thunder and lightning always made me nervous. I looked over at Tegan on the other side of the couch. She seemed lost in thought, her eyes shut. I shamelessly took advantage of this, letting my eyes wash over her for the second time in a day.

"What are you thinking about?" I ventured.

"Nothing, I'm just a little blocked right now."

"Are you a writer?"

"No- a musician, sort of. You play?" she asked, gesturing towards the new guitar in the corner of the room i had splurged on a few months ago. Something about how rich and full the instrument sounded had always drawn me in.

"Umm... just recently." I said, making a long story short. "I was never really allowed to get into music as a kid, so I thought better late than never."

"Why weren't you allowed?" asked Tegan. I noticed she was closer to me than just a minute ago, but I didn't move away.

"My mom always pushed me to focus on school more. Something about me being her only child." I said, remembering how my mother had insisted I study more every time I begged her for a guitar.

I won't see my only child fall behind because of some stupid music dream!

She would say, angrily and a bit sadly, as if she wished she had had another kid. As if something were missing.

Suddenly, a loud crash of thunder made me screen and jump into Tegan's arms, shaking with fear.

"Ohmygod, ohmygod." I repeatedterrified that another lightning strike would come, hitting me or Tegan. She stroked my hair and told me everything was fine. Soon, I started to relax a bit, but I didn't move away from her embrace. I felt secure, safe, and warm in her arms.

When I finally opened my eyes, my apartment was dark. The power must have gone out. Suddenly embarrassed that I was clinging to and probably crushing the girl I had just met that day, I stated to pull away.

"I'll go, get some candles."

"Wait." said Tegan, pulling me back firmly into her grasp, brushing her soft lips against mind and sending shocks of delicious electricity all through me. I pushed my lips against hers, this time more intensely, letting her soft silky tongue explore my mouth and mingle with my own. I let out a soft moan as her mouth nibbled at my neck and her warm hands started moving up my back, urging my shirt over my head and onto the floor.

Everywhere her hands and lips touched left trails of fire across my skin. Tegan hesitated, her mouth inched from my heaving chest, her hands frozen in the motion of unclasping my bra.

"Are you sure about this?" she asked, looking up at me with glistening eyes.

"Tegan, I just want to..." I paused, embarrassed again.

"Want to what?" she urged me on.

"I just want to be bad tonight." I said. Her eyes grew wide, and my bra well the rest of the way off.

I gave into her touch, loving every second.