Crushed

by Marie Cole

  My eyes turned to the lake and I started to babble, as I tended to do when I was uncomfortable, "I walk around the lake every day. There are lots of turtles in there...and you'd never know it unless you took the time to look for them." His green eyes looked at me and he was grinning. His hands were busy pouring soup into the bread bowls.

  "You do like to keep busy, don't you? Are you a turtle fan specifically or have you just noticed them here?"

  I forced myself to look back to the lake again and shrugged my shoulders. "I guess a turtle fan specifically. I think they're cute." I couldn't help but look at him again, wondering what he thought of my girly confession.

  "I can see that." He nodded. He popped the cork on the bottle he'd brought for us and reached out long to catch the cork when it fell back down. He winked at me as he held out a glass of bubbly liquid. I sipped it and puckered my lips. It was grape juice... so I guess he wasn't trying to get me drunk to seduce me, that was a good sign.

  We both started to eat the soup. It was so hardy and creamy. I moaned softly and pointed into the bread bowl with my spoon. "This is delicious. Where do you get it?"

  "I made it myself." I couldn't hide my surprise, my eyes widened and he smirked at me.

  "Wow. So do you do this picnic date a lot? The ladies must love it." I tried to sound casual as I continued to eat but thinking of him giving this same treatment to other girls was making my stomach twist in knots. Which was crazy. Neil and I were friends, he was too much of a player to be anything more. I pushed those feelings aside and put another spoonful of the soup to my lips.

  "Never. I usually do something more but this isn't a date." He winked at me and I tried to hide my blush by ducking my head, gazing at the lake briefly. Something more? What on Earth could be more than this? Alcohol instead of sparkling grape juice? A four course meal?

  "Of course. So who was the last girl you took on a date?" I watched as he picked at his bread bowl and tried not to imagine his fingers tweaking my nipples.

  "The brunette in our English class, Sasha." Wow, I didn't know those two had even been on speaking terms. I knew that she flirted with him but I didn't know they'd been semi-serious. Or did Neil even really do semi-serious? Back to the mission, I had to find out about me. Enough thinking about Neil and trying to get into his head. I tried to throw him off by chatting with him casually. Neil was funny and charming. That's probably why all the girls liked him, the muscles didn't hurt either, I'm sure.

  As the sun started to set behind the trees I glanced over at him and took in his handsomely average features. Mission: I had to see if him kissing me would lead to his undoing. "So who is the best kisser on campus?"

  "Maybe you." His flirting was like second nature to him. I was sure I could've been any girl sitting there and he would've said the same thing.

  "How could I be the best at something I've only done twice?" I tilted my head, my ear touching my shoulder.

  "Being Cupid's daughter probably doesn't hurt."

  I looked back to the lake and smiled softly. "I didn't see you weak in the knees after our brief kiss, it couldn't have been the best." I was fishing and flirting back, I couldn't help myself.

  I felt his hand on my shoulder and I bit my lip softly. "Maybe I just have strong knees." I laughed at him and felt his hand move slowly to my lower back.

  "You have an answer for everything. If any other girl were here I'm sure you'd tell them they were the best. Am I wrong?" I glanced at him and he wore a serious expression.

  "Yes, you're wrong. I might not be looking to settle down but I don't lie, especially to women." I felt his thumb gently rubbing my spine, sending shivers to my core.

  I grinned at him, trying to lighten the mood, wanting him to smile at me again. "Sounds like something a liar might say." I shivered a little, as the chill in the air became more pronounced.

  "Are you cold?" His eyes were roaming my body again and stopped on my chest. I looked down and noticed my hardened nipples. I laughed softly and crossed my arms over my chest to hide the friendly nips.

  "Obviously. We can go if you're ready..." I wasn't ready to go yet, I still needed to test my theory.

  He cleared the blanket and then stood up, I stood up too. He must have been ready to go. He picked up the blanket and put it around my shoulders. He held it tight in the front as his eyes looked over my face. I felt the wetness gather between my thighs and closed my eyes. What was wrong with me? I opened them again and his lips were coming towards mine. I closed my eyes again and let him kiss me. He was a great kisser, he took his time, not too pushy, not too needy.

  I moaned softly and pulled away so I could look in his eyes. "Neil..." He met my gaze, his eyes seemed to smolder in the low lighting.

  "Yes, Claire?" His voice was gruff, his hands rested gently on my hips. He wasn't going to hold me there and force himself on me. His kissing me didn't make him want to attack me. Maybe we hadn't kissed enough. I pressed my lips to his and kissed him hotly, wanting his body pressed against mine. I felt fire between our lips, moving into my body. I was hot suddenly, I wanted him to make me hotter.

  I pulled away and his lips trailed down to my neck. My eyes refused to open, my body wanting to savor the feelings he was sending through my blood. "Neil...wait..." This was the true test... would he wait? Could he contain himself?

  He pressed one more kiss to my neck before pulling back, his jaw clenched tightly as he looked over my face, his thumb stroking my jawbone lightly. "Anything you want, love." And that was when I knew, I wanted him badly. I was going to join the Neil fan club. I needed to give it away before it was taken from me and to a guy who wasn't going to make a big deal out of it.

  Chapter 8

  Neil

  Fuck, she was killing me. She was the best kisser I'd ever encountered. She made my blood burn. Every inch of me wanted to touch her, be inside her. It was all I had in me to keep from throwing her on the ground and burying myself inside her.

  My cock pressed hard against the front of my jeans, trying to escape and find wet, tight warmth. Her voice, soft and breathy, cut through my thoughts. "I want you..." I felt a groan escape from me. Surely I'd imagined that.

  "Say it again, love." I kissed her neck once more, my hands running through her silky blonde locks.

  "I want you, Neil. Please take me." She exhaled softly and then laid herself down on the ground in front of me. Like a beautiful offering. My father would have been proud of such an offering. And I was not strong enough to turn it down. I climbed over her smoothly, my hips between her supple thighs.

  My left hand traveled up the back of her thigh, "Anything you want, love," I grabbed a hold of her black tights and drug them down slowly exposing her white milky flesh. I was not going to rush this. Who knew if this opportunity was going to come again?

  She lifted her hips, her hands in my hair. "Hurry, please." I wasn't going to deny her. I couldn't. I grabbed her panties and tights and pulled them the rest of the way off, flinging them off somewhere behind me. I unzipped my jeans, my dick jumping with the excitement of being released. I grabbed a condom from my back pocket, ripped it open and pushed it on before settling between her thighs.

  I pushed forward until my tip touched her warmth. She was wet and ready. I looked down at her sweet beautiful face, her hands were on my shoulders and she nodded. "Yes...please..." I kissed her neck as I pushed forward, breaking through her barrier. I wanted to hear her moan as I filled her and I did. It was the most fucking perfect sound I'd ever heard. I froze for a minute, letting her get used to my dick inside her. She was so tight, so wet, so perfect.

  Her legs wrapped around my waist, "More...please..." I would give her more, more than she could have dreamed she'd wanted. I varied my thrusts, making myself last, making her pleasure immense. I lasted as long as I could but kissing her, fucking her, it was too much and soon I shuddered and released.

  She pushed on my chest and I rolled us so that she was on top of me. She leaned forward and my dick slipped ou
t of her. I grabbed the condom and put it in the grass for the moment and then grabbed her hips, turned her so she was laying on my chest and pushed her back onto my still hard cock. "You didn't..." I didn't want to say the word, I'd never been so lost in the sex that I hadn't gotten the girl off first.

  She wasn't going anywhere until we were even. My fingers found her warm slick button and I fondled her there, circling it, driving her higher. I could tell by her thrusting hips that she liked that spot. I kissed her neck as she moaned and moved against my finger. When she came and squeezed my dick hard I groaned loudly. Her hands were in my hair, pulling it hard. It was the hottest bloody thing ever. I held her to me and teased her through the entire orgasm, I wanted her coming back for more. I hadn't had enough yet, I wasn't sure I ever would.

  "That orgasm..." She gasped softly as her breath started to slow, "I want more." I chuckled. Mission accomplished.

  "As many as you can stand, love." I pressed my lips to her delicious neck, my finger still teasing her and her hips started to rock on me. I groaned and nipped her neck. She was driving me fucking crazy. I wanted to pump myself into her. She sat up and put her hands on my knees as I lifted them up to support her.

  "Quit calling me love, I might get the wrong idea..." I didn't reply, I didn't want her to get the wrong idea either. My mind went blank. I groaned as I felt my balls tighten in her exploring hands. I grabbed the skirt of her dress and lifted it so I could see her round ass as she bounced on my cock. The sight was so distracting that I didn't notice until it was too late that Claire's thumb had found my taint. She pressed on it, how the girl knew what to do with that I had no idea but it was a new feeling for me, a fucking awesome feeling. I had forgotten all about letting her take the lead on my cock. I held her hips tighter and drove myself into her making her scream.

  "Oooh, yes!" She grabbed my right hand and pulled it towards her clit. I rubbed it and held her other thigh tight as I continued to pump myself into her deep and hard. "Please, so close, so close." I felt her tighten hard around my cock and I groaned. She shuddered and yelled out, "NEIL! Fuuuuccckkk!" Her finger left my new special spot and I moaned loudly myself as the best fucking orgasm I'd ever had spilled out of me and into her.

  She fell back onto my chest, panting, trying to catch her breath with me. "Is it always like that?" She asked softly.

  Fucking amazing? I laughed softly and pressed a kiss to her neck. "No, I haven't experienced anything like that."

  She gasped as she pulled herself off my cock. I groaned, already missing her tight warmth. She lay next to me, her hand on my stomach, her cheek resting on her arm. "Sounds like maybe that was the best sex you've ever had." She was teasing me. And I fucking loved it.

  I nodded, keeping my face serious, because my answer was. "Definitely the best." I let that sink in for a minute and when she started to fidget I gave her my best smile. She smiled back. "Maybe we can do that again sometime." I pressed a kiss to her forehead and then got up. I didn't need her thinking she was as special as that orgasm had me feeling she was.

  The next several nights I'd seen Claire, we'd gone bowling, watched movies in her room, played tennis. Each night was something different, always lots of fun. And each night she'd invite me into her room. We'd make out, she'd stop us and then she'd beg me to take her. I always obliged. How could I resist the feeling of being deep inside her? I had to change my game, she was getting too close.

  Chapter 9

  Claire

  Neil hadn't been in English class that morning so I went to his room afterwards. I knocked on his door and looked down at my feet as I waited for him to answer. I was pretty sure there wasn't a practice so I was hopeful that he'd be in there. Maybe he just needed to catch up on his sleep, I had been keeping him up late for the past several nights. I smiled to myself as the door opened.

  It was opened wide and he pulled it towards his side when he saw that it was me. It was too late though, I'd already seen Justice naked with fresh-fucked hair in his bed. My eyes met his and I forced myself to smile. We hadn't committed to being exclusive, I just assumed we were, and that was my mistake. I didn't realize until that moment that I'd let myself get close to him.

  "Hey, sorry to bother you, I just thought you might want the notes for class." I held out my notebook. He ran his hand through his hair and flashed me his killer smile.

  "Thanks, Claire. You're a good friend." My heart jumped and felt like it was shriveling in my chest. He reached out and grabbed the notebook. He held it at his side while he winked at me. "I'll drop your notes off later after I've had a chance to copy them."

  "Oh, sure." I smiled and feigned cheeriness I wasn't feeling. "Anytime. I'll see you later." I gave him a small wave of my hand and then turned, walking back down the hall to the exit. I couldn't believe I was such an idiot. I wondered if this is how all of Neil's conquests felt. I felt used. I didn't like it, not one bit.

  I was almost to my dorm when I felt a hard tug on the back of my hair. I winced and turned around, ready for confrontation. When I saw that it was a scowling Justice my face softened. She was the head of the cheerleading squad, surely she'd just seen me and wanted to talk to me about cheerleading business.

  "Justice, he-" I was cut off by her biting words.

  "Stay the fuck away from him, Claire. He's mine. I've been trying to win him over and have spent more time than any of the other sluts in his bed. That isn't going to change now." I shook my head, frowning at her. She was crazy! How did she even know that I'd been seeing him? Maybe she didn't. I decided I'd call her bluff.

  "I don't know what you're talking about. I was just bringing him English notes. We have that class together."

  She rolled her eyes, hands on her hips. "Oh please. Cut the shit, Claire. Garrett saw you and Neil fucking in the woods. He even got some of that shit on video. He's a good friend and warned me that you were trying to steal my man."

  I shook my head again, hands up. "I swear, I didn't know he was yours."

  "And you won't make that mistake again." Before I knew what was happening her fist met my right eye. A jolt of pain registered in my brain as my feet shuffled back from the impact. That bitch punched me! Over a boy! Did I just flash back to the elementary school playground? My mind blanked when another punch came to my stomach, I doubled over and was gasping for breath. Another blow came to my back and I barely noticed the murmurs of the crowd that had gathered around us as I fell onto the ground. I curled onto my side and put my hands on my head to protect myself as the kicks kept coming. Finally it had stopped but I didn't raise my head until I felt strong arms pick me up.

  Through one good eye I saw Will's handsome face. He looked like he wanted to kill someone, luckily that someone wasn't me. I hid my face against his chest and felt his warm hand in my hair. His deep voice rumbled in his chest as he spoke softly so only I could hear, "Its okay, Clair, I got you. No one will hurt you now." He stopped in front of my dorm room door but wouldn't put me down when I wiggled to get my key. "Where is it?" he asked.

  "In my pocket." I said softly as I leaned back and dug it out. I held it up and looked up to him. He cursed softly when he looked at my face.

  "That bitch did a number on you. It's already swelling. Do you want me to take you to the nurse?" I shook my head softly. He sighed heavily and took the key from my hand. He opened my door and once we were inside my room he put me onto my bed gently,as if I were a fragile kitten. I had to remind myself he was probably still under some sort of love spell. I didn't want the kindness to end but I had to be honest with the guy.

  "Will... I don't... I've decided I don't want to do the dating thing..." I watched his face as it fell slightly, "So if you want to go, I understand." He frowned at me.

  "I'm disappointed but I'll settle for being your friend if you'll let me. It's better than nothing at all." I searched his face with my one good eye. He seemed to be telling the truth. I nodded.

  "Okay. Friends. No kissing, though." I smiled softly as he shrugged his
shoulders.

  "Well, okay. If you change your mind I'd better be the first to know." He looked around my room, my dirty clothes basket was spilling out, I needed to do laundry soon. My cheerleading uniform was draped over my chair for practice that was supposed to be later today. I wouldn't be showing up today, Justice had seen to that. "Can I get you anything, Claire? Some water from your fridge? Tylenol? A phone so you can order a hit on that girl who beat the crap out of you? What the hell did you do to her anyway?"

  A long sigh escaped me. "Remember that guy that I went out with the other night? Apparently they're together, I didn't know." A growl ripped from his throat.