by Anna Rezes
I pulled back. “Honest truth, if you don’t let me touch you, I’m going to get mad.” Part of me couldn’t believe I was fighting him, but I wanted to return the favor, and I needed to see if I could make him squirm the way he made me squirm.
“Willa, I don’t want you to feel like—”
“I want to,” I interrupted, leaning in to kiss him. I pushed him back, straddling his hips, his shorts still frustratingly in place. I trailed kisses down his chest. I felt his shaft twitch against my stomach as I continued to move down his body.
“Helllooo,” I said, gliding my chest down the rod beneath his shorts. I watched for his reaction, and when his eyes closed, I rubbed my hand along the fabric and then it dipped beneath the material, pushing the shorts down for better access. I kissed his abdomen before pulling back and wrapping my hand around his length. His size was intimidating. I’d barely begun, and there was already a drop at the very tip.
I wonder if Addison was good at blow jobs but reminded myself to stay in the present. My hand stroked its way up his shaft, and I leaned down to lick the very tip before I took him in my mouth.
He groaned, and his hand rested on the back of my head. I wondered for a second why guys did that, but then I started moving, sucking, teasing. His groans of frustration mixed with moans of pleasure. I didn’t tease him for long, and his hand on my head gently guided me.
I could feel his release coming, but he still warned me, “Willa, I’m gonna . . . ”
“Mhmm,” I moaned, peeking up at him. His eyes were on me, watching me, and the look he gave made me hot all over again. I began moving faster, more aggressive and his hips jerked, his hand stilled my head, and his liquid was warm in my mouth.
I did this to him. It was the first time I’d ever wanted to give someone a blow job, and it’s the first time I’d enjoyed it. I swallowed and looked up at him, wiping my lips.
He was still watching me and groaned a “Fuuuuck.”
He seemed to study me as his chest rose and fell. His look was so intense. His blue eyes appeared darker. His pupils so dilated. If I were a betting woman, I’d say Addison never swallowed. I usually didn’t with Evan, but with Oliver, I wanted to soak up as much of him as possible, and the way he reacted, made me want to do it again.
Oliver
I never wanted to leave this hotel room. Willa sat back on her heels, kneeling on the bed next to me. We had nothing between us. I realized her smooth caramel skin was her God-given color and not a suntan as I had thought. It was beautiful and gave her an air of mystery. I reached for her, pulling her up to lie beside me.
Her lips were a deeper shade of pink, and her eyes filled with passion. It was impossible not to compare her to Addison, which was ironic since Addison didn’t compare to Willa.
If I had a ring, I’d be tempted to propose. Her dark waves hung over her shoulders and spread across her chest. I grabbed a curl, playing with the drying ends.
I wanted to say something but didn’t have the words and didn’t want to ruin the moment by saying something subpar. I settled on saying, “That was incredible!” The words weren’t adequate enough to describe all I was feeling.
She leaned in to kiss me, and when she pulled away, she said, “I don’t want to say the wrong thing and ruin this moment, so I’m going to kiss you again, and then I’m going back to my room to get ready.”
I smiled against her lips, and held her against me, lengthening our kiss and delaying her from leaving.
Eventually, she pulled away. I propped my head in my hand to watch her naked hips sway as she retrieved the pieces of her bathing suit. Then she wrapped the towel around her, grabbed her things, and walked toward the door. She looked back at me and paused. “Mmm, I’m gonna stand here a moment until this image seals itself into my brain forever.”
I laughed and said, “Don’t forget your dress.”
“Oh,” she stepped forward, grabbed the dress, and then resumed her stance by the door, staring at me.
“Go,” I said, “You’re making me blush.”
She shook her head, and then she was gone. When the door shut, I rolled over, burying my face in the comforter. This wasn’t supposed to happen. She stood right here in this room two days ago telling me she didn’t want to be my rebound and I made her my rebound, anyway. But I wanted to keep her. I wanted what we had to stick.
I flipped over, looking up at the ceiling and rubbed a hand over my face. I wanted to know what she was thinking at that moment. She’d been so skittish in the beginning, leading me to believe every time she left might be the last time I saw her. I hoped we were beyond that, but part of me wanted to go check on her.
I stood up, feeling panic at the thought of her leaving, but I was acting crazy. She was making me irrational. If I went to check on her right then, she might feel smothered. I had to trust that she was doing what she said she was doing.
I shook my head free of the tangled thoughts and went to shower.
Snaps belonged on children’s clothing and only children’s clothing. I was more convinced than ever after snapping up the front of my new glamorized adult onesie. No respectable adult wardrobe contained snaps or onesies, but today I had both. The navy and white vertical stripes were pencil thin and pretty unnoticeable as a backdrop behind the quarter-sized fluorescent yellow pineapples embroidered every four inches. There was a solid navy band around the waist, almost like the designer wanted to give the illusion that the top was separate from the bottom, but why? Why would anyone get such a hideous top and then think, “You know what would make this better? Matching bottoms.”
The romper was more formfitting than I liked. The fitted short sleeves ended before my biceps began. The bottoms kept bunching up around my junk, and the shorts hugged my ass and ended mid-thigh, something I was not used to. Looking at myself in the mirror, I felt like a male stripper.
I pulled my hair back into a bun because that was the only way it didn’t get in my way. I didn’t particularly like it this long, but Addison hated it, and because she threw such a huge fit, the rebel in me told her I wasn’t cutting it until the wedding. And now that there was no wedding, I could keep it long . . . or not, either way, it would be my choice.
I slipped my wallet into my pocket and wished for a bigger pocket. It barely fit, but I managed to snap the pocket shut. I opened a chilled bottle of Pink Moscato and headed next door.
I knocked, and she called, “Just a second!”
She opened the door and ran back into the bathroom before even looking at me. She was wearing a short blue robe and leaning toward the mirror with her mouth open as she applied mascara. When she finished, she spun to me. I posed, leaning against the bathroom doorjamb with my bottle of pink wine.
Willa bit her lip trying and failing to hold in her laughter. “You’ll make some man very happy someday,” she said when she pulled herself together.
I sucked in my lips and nodded. So, she noticed it too.
She added, “At least I won’t have to worry about any girls hitting on you today. The Pink Moscato was a nice touch.”
“I think I’m gonna need it.” I took a drink and handed it to Willa. As she took a sip, I turned around to the closet and pulled her dress out of the clear plastic, asking, “Have you tried it on yet?”
“No, I didn’t want to mess up such a lovely dress.”
The dress was over the top. I ran my hand down the sporadic glittering gold sequins, over the gold lace and bronzed feathers to the thick line of feathers that hung from the bottom.
“It’s so very formal,” she said, attempting to pay it a compliment.
“It was the thing I wanted to see you in most.”
“It’s Lycra so it should fit over my hips, but it will be tight.” She took another drink and then handed the bottle back to me.
“I’m fine with tight,” I said.
She eyed me, taking in my romper again, “I see that. You look very comfortable in fitted clothing.”
“Not really. It kee
ps bunching,” I said, straightening out the shorts again.
“Oh my god, I don’t even care that I’m going to look like a fluffy Oscar. I’m so excited to watch you walk around in that all day.” Her smile was intoxicating.
I took a drink as she asked. “If we’re both drinking, how are we getting to the winery?”
“Let me see your phone, and I’ll order us a ride,” I said, setting the bottle on the counter. “How soon do you think you’ll be ready?”
“I’m almost done.”
“You’re a lot quicker getting ready than Ad—” I stuttered because we weren’t supposed to talk about our exes today.
She smirked and walked toward me. “Who am I faster than?”
“My uh, Grandma, Adelina.”
“Oh, are you close to your Grandma Adelina?”
She’s standing so close. It’s distracting. “She was my great grandmother, but I’m told we were very close for the first four months of my life.”
She grabs the bottle and takes another drink. “That reminds me of my old Professor named, umm let’s go with, Edwin. You see his ass,” she reached around me to grab my ass with her free hand, “could never pull this off the way you do. In fact, he doesn’t measure up in a number of ways.” She released me and set the bottle down but didn’t move out of my space.
“Is that so? Then I should tell you that you are on a different playing field than granny.”
She made a face. “I’m a little weirded out by you comparing me to your granny.”
I nodded. “Then why don’t we move on and you just tell me when you’re ready for me to order a ride.”
I started moving out of her way, but she grabbed me, pulled me forward and in one go, ripped open the snaps of my romper exposing my chest down to the top of my boxers.
She laughed, saying, “Half the reason I picked this for you was for that exact purpose.”
“You wanted easy access, so you dressed me like a gay stripper.”
“That’s homophobic.”
“I’m fine with people’s sexual preferences, but I’m not fine with being a tease by putting out the wrong vibe.”
“I can’t help how pretty you look despite your rugged manliness.” Her hand dragged down my jaw. “Even with your unkempt stubble.” Her eyes were on my lips, and she lifted her chin like she wanted to kiss me, but I wasn’t giving in.
With her palms flat against my chest, she stood on her tiptoes, her breath tickling my neck. “Even with your long hipster hair and man bun . . .” She nipped at my lower lip, and I tilted my head forward.
She whispered against my lips, “I can’t remember the point I was trying to make.” She pushed up further on her tiptoes until her lips met mine.
I wrapped my arms around her, returning her kiss. After a moment, she pushed against my chest, and I loosen my grip. She stepped away from me, saying, “Stop trying to distract me.”
“Me? You’re the one ripping my clothes off.”
She smirked, grabbing the bottle of wine. “This is going to be a delightfully fun day.” She took a sip and started to move past me but stopped. “Wait, where are your shoes?”
I looked down at my sandals. “I’m wearing the only pair I brought with me.”
“No, I bought shoes to go with your romper.”
“You did? I didn’t get shoes for you.”
“That’s okay. You bought me this lovely dress.” She stroked the gold monstrosity. “Did they leave them on the floor of your closet?”
“I didn’t notice anything, but I’ll go look.”
I went back to my room and looked through the closet. They were there, sitting on the floor covered with the clear dry cleaner’s bag. I had thrown the bag from my romper on top of it without realizing they were there. Even with all the plastic, I don’t know how I missed the neon yellow shoes. They matched the pineapples on my romper perfectly. We exchanged our sizes, and I looked through the shoe section but had no idea what to pick for her.
I slipped into the shoes, feeling like I was wearing highlighters on my feet. I’d never worn pre-owned shoes, but these looked like they were brand new.
I went back to Willa’s room. She left the door cracked for me. I opened it, and there she was wearing the gold dress, looking like a goddess. My eyes caught on the plunging v, giving me a great view of her cleavage.
“Will you tie the back?” she said, turning around.
I stepped forward. “It ties?”
“Yeah and thank God we can tighten the top. I can’t wear a bra with this masterpiece, and if my boobs were any bigger, this dress would be inappropriate.”
I grabbed the loose ends and pulled them together, but the dress wasn’t laying right. “I don’t understand how this is supposed to go.”
She was laughing at me when she realized what I did. “I could’ve done that myself. You can’t just tie the straps around my neck. You have to crisscross the straps. Then push them through the little loops.”
“What loops?”
She tried to reach behind her back to show me, but I saw the tiny loops on the part that was gaping open. “Oh, I think I got it.” I started pulling the tie through the little hoop. Once I had them through, I tied it. “Done.”
“Oliver,” she said through a laugh. She turned to face me with her hands holding the dress up over her chest. “Tie it tighter. If you don’t tighten it, then the straps are loose, and my boobs will fall out. I don’t need a nip slip.”
“Now you’re just being high maintenance, but fine. Spin back around.” She turned, and I pushed her in front of the floor-length mirror.
“Oh my God!” she cried, shaking her head at her reflection. “We’re gonna draw a lot of attention to ourselves today. Your shoes are amazing by the way. How do they fit?”
“Unfortunately, they fit well. I think it’s only fair that we stop at a shoe store so I can pick out something for you.” I pulled the straps until the dress covered her chest. “Is that good?” I asked before I tied it. “I feel like that is a proper amount of cleavage.”
“A proper amount? It’s fine, that’s where it’s supposed to go. Let me pull the girls up before you tie it.”
She adjusted, and I tied. I stepped back to take her in. The hem of the dress hit a few inches above her knee, but the fine feathers hung down to her kneecaps.
“I feel like someone took a lacy gold dress that was actually pretty and thought they’d spruce it up with things they had lying around in their craft room. Maybe they thought if the sequins were sporadic enough, they wouldn’t be too much. But the feathers. Oh my. I feel like someone destroyed a perfectly good feather boa to decorate the hem of this dress, and then they had leftover, so they stuck them in with the sequins. I mean, why?”
“It’s ahead of its time. Feathers are the future,” I said. “The gold works for you. It makes you look exotic. And,” I touched her waist, “it shows your curves.”
“It’s pretty tight, but at least it won’t fly up with the wind.”
I reiterated, “We’re stopping to get shoes for you, and before you say no, we’ll have to stop either way because I need socks.”
“That’s fine with me. But it’s another place you’ll be seen in your romper and those shoes, my God! I can’t look directly at them.”
“You have such amazing taste my fluffy duck.”
“You’re so sweet, like a pineapple upside-down cake.”
I laughed and said, “I’ll order that ride now.”
Willa
“This is our ride,” Oliver said, as a blue Buick pulled up in front of the hotel. The guy driving the car did a double-take of us.
“Yep, we look hot,” I said.
Oliver smiled at me as we walked toward the car. “Hot mess, maybe. He probably had to look twice because the glare from my shoes blinded him.”
“We’re just high fashion. Remember, we can’t tell anyone why we’re dressed like this or it will ruin the game.”
“It’s a game now?”
“Yep,” I said as he opened the back door.
“Hey, Collin, how are you, man?” Oliver said like he and the driver were best buds.
“Doing good,” Collin replied. “This looks like it’s gonna be a fun ride.”
“We’re going to a winery!” I said, excited and a little tipsy after drinking most of the wine Oliver brought over. “And he’s going to buy me shoes to go with my dress. It’s designer, you know.”
Oliver laughed, “I’ve never seen someone so excited over a dress.”
Oliver and Collin chatted a bit while I stared out the window thinking about how weird life could be. Here I was in a different state, in a stranger’s car with a man I’d only known for three days but felt like I understood better than I ever understood Evan. He was going to buy me shoes, and suddenly I felt like Cinderella with her glass slippers. Would all of this go away at midnight? We said we were living in the moment today, but what about tomorrow, and the next day? I was falling for Oliver, and I knew it wasn’t smart, but I had the feeling he was having the same thoughts about me. But what if I was wrong? Or, what if I was right, and this was real and not just a crazy fling? What if he was my happily ever after?
“Oliver,” I said, almost panicking over my own thoughts. I needed him to drown them out before I got sucked under by my doubts and fears.
He broke his conversation with Collin, saying, “Yes, duckling.”
I fought my smile and grabbed his hand, lacing our fingers together. “You are the pineapple of my eye.”
He smirked, and to Collin, said, “Yeah, let’s try that shoe store you were talking about.”
“What shoe store?” I whispered to Oliver.
“Collin said there is a shoe warehouse that has thousands of shoes, and it’s only a few minutes out of the way.”
“Thousands?” I said, “That sounds intimidating.”
In fact, it was intimidating. We entered the store, which felt very much like a warehouse with racks and racks of shoes filling every inch of the place.
Oliver commented, “I see where they got the name.”