by Ava Walsh
Even though her life was busy, and she didn’t have a moment in the day to breathe, she thought about Aaron often.
She imagined him in his high-rolling life. The money he made, the fame he had gained, how many people looked up to him. Ruby had his genes, she often thought, when she looked at her daughter. And that made her proud. Even though Ruby would never know, she would still always be Aaron Keels’ daughter.
What she tried to never think about was what happened that fateful night. But today, after she had given in to her deepest desire, she couldn’t stop herself from remembering it.
Chapter Seventeen - Aaron
Aaron was driving. He had the address on a small piece of paper, balled up in the pocket of his pants. Hannah had grudgingly given it to him and he had shot out of the house and driven off. He had no idea if he would be welcome at her house. But he was going to find out.
That night, three years ago, he had made the mistake of not talking to her, not asking the right questions and he wasn’t going to make another mistake like that again.
That night, he hadn’t been able to control himself.
She had found him staggering home. Chelsey had spent the evening with Hannah in their house, and was just leaving when Aaron stepped out of his friend Jack’s car.
They had been drinking all night, and he didn’t know what time it was any more. He had spent his last evening in town with the guys. He was going to have a new life starting tomorrow. He had “broken up” with three girls he was casually dating in the past week.
None of them were really relationships. They were girls he slept with on and off, but all of them believed they were in a serious relationship with him. There had been catfights in the cafeteria, brokenhearted love letters and lots of crying over the course of the few months that he was sleeping with them. The whole town knew, and Chelsey definitely knew as well.
When he got the call from the team and he knew he was going to leave, he put his foot down and made it very clear to all three of the girls that he was done with them. Neither of them had meant anything more to him than a casual fuck.
So this night, he had been clean of girls, but he had too much too drink instead.
When he got out of the car, he saw Chelsey standing at the front door. She had just closed it shut.
Her hair was much longer back then, and her face was more innocent, nearly angelic. She was wearing a short denim skirt and a pink blouse. He could still remember it like it was only a few moments ago. She was clutching her magazines to her chest, and looking up at him with her wide curious eyes.
Aaron stumbled once on the pavement as he walked up the driveway, his eyes remained fixed on her.
“Are they all sleeping? I don’t want Mom to see me like this,” he had said, with a silly smile on his face.
Chelsey nodded silently. “Hannah has just gone to bed. Your parents went to sleep a few hours ago,” She added as he came closer to her.
He knew she would have smelt the beer on his breath, and he looked like a disaster, but she didn’t seem to be scared of him. Instead, she just stood there, watching him as he made his way towards her.
He stumbled on the steps again, and this time she dropped the magazines from her hands and lunged towards him. She caught him in time so that he was in her arms, stooping, with his head resting on her shoulder.
“Sorry about that,” he said and chuckled. She wasn’t smiling, but she wasn’t pushing him away either.
“You must think I’m such an idiot,” he mumbled, but she shook her head and her hair swayed from side to side.
“It’s alright. You were celebrating, you deserve it,” she said quietly, and continued holding his big lumbering body in her arms. He still wasn’t sure how she had the strength to keep holding him. She was much smaller than him, much more tender.
“I’ll help you to your room,” she added then and he only nodded.
“Thank you Chelsey,” he mumbled, but now he had started to realize fully what they were doing. He had imagined being in her arms for years. He had controlled himself for so long, but now she was so close, too close. He could smell the sweet cinnamon scent of her body.
She opened the door again with one hand and dragged him in. His head was still swimming, but less with the alcohol now and more with the fact that Chelsey was touching him. He could physically feel himself sobering up.
They tried to be as quiet as possible as she helped him up the stairs. Aaron could already feel himself regaining his strength, but he continued to pretend to be helpless, just so that she would go on holding him.
It took them a whole three minutes to climb the stairs, and in the darkness of the hallway, she led him to his room. She opened the door and then dragged him to his bed.
“Will you be alright?” she asked him. The room was dark, and only the moonlight shining through his window could be seen. He could barely see her face. But he could sense her closeness, the freshness and youth of her skin. He could hear her sweet voice, and the gentle way in which she touched his skin. He was afraid that she still thought of him as her surrogate older brother. After all, she had done what any sister would do, secretly brought him in his drunken state to his bed.
So he surprised even himself, when he suddenly leaned forward and kissed her. Right upfront on her lips. She had been bending in front of him when he did it, and he felt her freeze.
Their kiss was sweet and gentle at first, and he was conscious of the smell of alcohol on his breath, but when she moved her body closer to him, he realized that she wanted the same thing. At least for that one night, she too wanted to be with him.
Chapter Eighteen - Chelsey
That kiss had changed everything. Chelsey knew that then, in those moments and she knew it even now. The whole time that she had led him, dragged him and pulled him to his room, she was doing it because there was no other choice. Aaron was so badly drunk that she was sure he would have slept out in the yard if she hadn’t helped him to his room.
But when he kissed her, in the darkness and stillness of the night, Chelsey had felt the change. He went from a drunken brother figure to the boy she had always fantasized about.
She hadn’t allowed Hannah to figure out how upset she had been ever since she had heard the news that Aaron was leaving. She didn’t even think that she would have the chance to say goodbye to him. But here he was, kissing her.
He was gentle at first and then his tongue parted her lips and forced itself inside her mouth. Chelsey could feel herself getting wet between her legs. A strange sensation.
She had only kissed two other boys before that, in all the nineteen years of her life, and she had never had sex before. But both the times that she had kissed other people, she hadn’t felt this wetness. Probably because both the times she had been thinking about Aaron instead. And now he was kissing her, it was his lips on her skin.
Her body instinctually leaned towards him, and she felt his hands climb up her back. Then they moved to the front, over her breasts.
She hadn’t allowed anybody to touch her breasts before. Not that she was saving herself for Aaron, but it blew her mind that it was him who got to touch them first.
Chelsey moaned into his mouth when he squeezed both her breasts, and her hands automatically travelled to his chest. She could feel his hard muscles underneath the fabric of his t-shirt, how broad his shoulders were, how tense his body was with desire for her. She got even wetter.
Neither of them spoke when their lips parted, but Aaron quietly, in the dead of the night, lifted her blouse up over her head, till she was there in front of him, in her bra.
She could still remember the way he looked at her. His green eyes were small and intense, like he was staring at a piece of art. She remembered thinking whether he would regret it the next morning, if he would even remember this had happened. She would never forget.
He reached for her breasts again, but Chelsey stopped him. Instead she unclipped her bra and allowed her breasts to be revealed to him
. She was standing right in the middle of the ray of moonlight entering his room, so that he could see her in all her naked glory.
She watched as his eyes focused on her small pink nipples, the way his gaze travelled down her belly and then stopped on the spot between her legs.
Chelsey had never done this before, but she wasn’t afraid. This is what she had always wanted. She didn’t care that Aaron was drunk. This was what she had always wanted him to do to her, how she had wanted him to look at her. And it was finally happening.
Chelsey slowly undid the zipper of her skirt, so that it fell around her ankles. She stepped out of it and then pulled down her panties.
Aaron was watching her in silence, his eyes tracing the shape of her naked ripe body. He was still sitting on his bed, fully clothed, while she stood naked, a foot away from him, in the moonlight.
“I had no idea how beautiful you looked naked,” he finally said, whispered. Chelsey wanted to smile, but instead she reached out for his face and held his square strong jaw in her hands.
“Make love to me, Aaron,” she said, before she could stop herself.
That was all that he needed to hear. He sprung off the bed and caught her in his arms. He was kissing her again, her lips, her neck, her bare shoulders.
She felt the coolness of the windowsill on her hip as he pushed her against it. Her body was arched, halfway over the windowsill as he licked her. From her throat, down between her breasts and then to her navel.
She was really wet now, and a throbbing ache had developed between her legs. She had never realized how urgently she might want a dick inside her. She had never experienced this sensation before.
She heard the sound of the buckle on his belt, as he undid his pants.
“Are you sure, Chelsey?” he asked, and she smiled, lifting her head up to look up at him.
He held her tightly by the waist, as her body swung over the window. She could see the trees swaying in the soft gentle Fall breeze. It was dark but she could hear the leaves rustling.
Aaron entered her. She felt the girth of his cock inside her, slowly pushing through the flesh of her core and she closed her eyes.
It was like her body was sucking him in. He kept pushing himself further in, her legs instinctively spread apart and his grip tightened on her waist.
“Chelsey, you are so beautiful. Oh my God,” she heard him say as she felt him inside her, the full length of him. And then he was pulling out again.
“No,” she whispered, afraid that he had changed his mind.
“Don’t worry, we are only getting started,” he said, and this time he thrust into her with force. She felt her body shake. She had never imagined that sex could feel this good.
Chapter Nineteen - Aaron
As much as Aaron believed at the time that he had sobered up, the alcohol did have its effects.
He could remember coming inside her, her body quivering in his hands as she came too. After that, the rest of the night was pretty much a blur to him.
He had fallen back on the bed, after he had pulled himself out of her.
“Come lie with me,” he remembered mumbling. His head was spinning now, and he could feel his brain shutting off. He did still remember that sensation of calm and warmth. He hadn’t processed the information properly yet, that he had just had sex with Chelsey, the girl he had fantasized about ever since he hit puberty. The alcohol had lent a dull ache in his head, and he wasn’t able to cope with serious thought.
All he wanted to do then was lie in his bed and go to sleep with Chelsey in his arms.
He remembered that she walked over to him, that she lay down beside him and touched his chest. After that it was all blank. He had passed out, exhausted, but happy. He couldn’t wait to be awake, to let the fog clear so that he could actually mull over what had just happened.
Aaron wasn’t sure how long he had been sleeping. When he finally woke up, his mother was standing over him, pushing him to get up. He sat up in bed with a jerk, his face turning violently to the space next to him. It was empty. Chelsey had disappeared and he had no idea when.
“Mom, please stop screaming,” he had said to his mother who was pulling the curtains open.
“Did you have too much to drink? Get up now, Aaron. Your father is waiting to drive you to the airport,” she said, turning to face him with a concerned look on her face.
“I need a few minutes, Mom. What’s the time?” Aaron asked, rubbing his eyes. The headache had gone nowhere, he could still feel it dully throbbing at the base of his skull.
“It’s nearly two in the afternoon. I’ve been trying to wake you up for the past three hours.” His mother was standing with her hands on her hips, the way Hannah had stood in his room this evening, demanding to know what the hell was going on.
Aaron looked at the clock.
“Where is Hannah?” he asked, unsure of what to say. He was late, any longer and he’d miss his flight.
“She’s downstairs, she’ll go with us to the airport,” his mother said, getting ready to leave the room.
“Chelsey?” he mumbled, afraid of the reaction he’d receive.
“Chelsey?” His mother turned to look at him with narrowed eyes.
“She’s at her house, I presume. Why?” She stood with her hand on the open door. She was looking at her son inquisitively.
“No reason. I just wanted to know. She’s always here on the weekends,” Aaron said, painfully swinging his legs over the bed. He was beginning to feel sick, but he didn’t want his mother to panic.
“I’m sure she has her own planning to do. She’s going to New York, you know. She got a fancy internship,” she said, still looking at her son. Aaron rubbed his eyes again and nodded.
“I see. Okay, I’ll try and come down in like fifteen minutes,” he said, wondering if he might be able to call her or something.
“You’ll be late. Two minutes. Brush your teeth, put on some clothes and come out. Your luggage is downstairs and ready to go,” she said and slammed the door shut behind her. Obviously, his parents were upset that he was this hungover, but thankfully, she hadn’t detected anything odd about his question about Chelsey.
He stretched his back and stood up from the bed. He wasn’t sure if anything had even happened. Had he imagined the whole thing with Chelsey?
There was no evidence of her in his room. No piece of clothing, not even a strand of hair so that he could be sure that she had been in his room.
He walked dejectedly to the bathroom and started brushing his teeth. Which is when he saw the mark of her teeth on his chest. It was clear as day, a faint red mark where she had playfully bitten him as he orgasmed inside her.
He couldn’t help but smile. At least now he was sure that it hadn’t been a dream. She had actually been there and they had slept together.
“Aaron! Mom says, hurry up!” It was Hannah’s voice outside the bathroom door.
“A minute,” he yelled back and splashed a handful of water on his face. His head was still throbbing with a splitting headache, and his heart was filling with dread but he was happy about one thing, that at least he had lived out his fantasy. He had wanted Chelsey so bad for so many years, and the night before he was leaving town forever, he had finally had her, in his own bed.
He didn’t want to think about how quickly she had left once he had fallen asleep. Whether she regretted it or not, whether she was embarrassed and hated him. He was going away now, with no ties, no regrets and no strings to hold him back.
Aaron felt suddenly free. Like he wasn’t leaving anything unaccomplished. He had got what he wanted, even if it was something that he believed was unachievable. As long as Hannah never found out, and his family remained blissfully unaware, it would be alright. But he could trust Chelsey, she wasn’t the kind of girl to rat on him. Now he could leave this town without any regrets.
What he hadn’t realized was that the memory of that night would haunt him forever, and that he would never be able to get over the girl w
ho had got away.
Chapter Twenty - Chelsey
Chelsey could still remember how warm Aaron’s body felt when she snuggled up to him. He had whispered to her, in his half-sleepy state to come and join him on his bed.
Chelsey had climbed in, still completely naked, and pressed her body to his.
In the dark, she touched his cheek, his jaw, his neck, his shoulders, tracing his body with her fingertips.
Aaron was asleep in a matter of seconds. She blinked and stared at him in the dark. At his peaceful sleeping body as he remained curled up next to her. She smiled, thinking about how many nights she had stayed awake in her own bed, dreaming about the impossible night that she might spend with him. It had all come true.
Then, when she continued staring at him, he suddenly turned his body. He faced the other way, away from her and carried on sleeping.
Chelsey was filled with a feeling of disappointment and embarrassment.
She was completely sober but Aaron wasn’t. She had just had sex with her best friend’s brother who was too drunk to even know what he wanted or what he was doing. She had taken advantage of his inebriated state.
She sat up in his bed and tried to look at him, but he was sleeping peacefully. She was panicking. She knew how he would react in the morning. He would wake up and be filled with disgust. He might tell Hannah, his parents, or his friends what she had done. How she had taken advantage of him while he was drunk.
Chelsey leaped out of his bed and quickly started putting on her clothes. She had barely been in bed with him for ten minutes.
Now she was hoping that he wouldn’t remember. That this would all be a hazy fog to him the next morning.
She slid into her skirt, brushed her hair with her fingers and walked over around the bed. She wanted to catch a glimpse, a last glimpse of his sleeping face.