Beware of Me

by Brooks Limits

  I nodded and Mason put the car into reverse and pulled out of the driveway. “Well which way first?”

  “Let's go right and we can drive through downtown. There's at least things to see there.”

  Mason put his foot on the gas and my body was pushed against the plush leather seat. We drove in silence for a couple minutes except when I told him to make a left.

  I didn't know what to say. Sweat began to collect under my armpits. I knew that anything coming out of my mouth would be all jumbled anyways.

  “What are you studying at college?” Mason asked.

  I was so glad he opened his mouth first. “I didn't really know what major to pick so I settled on history.”

  “Don't know what you want to do after college yet?” Mason looked over at me and I couldn't keep eye contact with him.

  “I'm not sure yet. I figured that I was good at history and it was the best way to get out of school in four years.” I pointed to a street corner. “Make a right here.”

  Mason turned the wheel hand over hand. “You know I still don't know what I want to do.”

  I scoffed. “What are you talking about? Didn't you just get a good job with your business degree.”

  “I wouldn't call serving coffee to executives a good job.”

  I started to giggle and tried to stifle it with my hand. I couldn't imagine seeing Mason having to order coffee for a bunch of men in suits.

  “What's so funny?” he asked. His face was stern but a smile began to crack.

  “It's just with the way you dress and your nice car. I thought you had everything figured out.”

  Mason joined in with the laughter. “I worked so hard in school and ended up a coffee boy. Take it from me, I don't think anyone has life figured out.”

  Tears formed in my eyes from laughing so hard. “I guess you're right.”

  We arrived at downtown with rows of shops and restaurants. Christmas lights hung across the street and connected at the opposite lamppost. Store windows had that white spray stuff to make it look like snow.

  “There's a coffee place that I used to go to all the time. That is if you aren't sick of coffee.” I was feeling more comfortable around Mason. Comedy really opened the door between us.

  “One thing this new job gave me was an addiction to caffeine.”

  “Perfect,” I replied.

  Mason parked the Mustang in one of the slanted spaces in front of Joe's Java. The name wasn't inspiring but it didn't need to be since this was the only coffee place in town. Starbucks and the rest of the big corporations hadn't invaded yet.

  We walked inside the rustic-looking shop. It had changed a lot since the last time I'd been. A vinyl record player played Christmas music by a singer I didn't recognize.

  Mason led the way to the counter. “Coffee's on me. What do you want?”

  I wasn't expecting that. I opened my mouth to argue and decided it was better not to. “I'll have a green tea latte with almond milk.”

  Mason relayed the order to the cashier and paid for us. I found us a seat in the back at a table for two. Most of the people in there were glued to their laptop screens with headphones on. It was a nice atmosphere for a date.

  Even though this wasn't a date.

  Mason arrived with two drinks and sat across from me. “What did you get? I asked.

  “Just their house brew.”

  “I don't think I've ever tried it before. I'm more of a tea person than coffee.”

  “Try some.” Mason took off the cap and blew on it before passing it to me.

  “Then you have to try some of mine.” I handed my tea to Mason.

  I took a sip and wanted to immediately spit it out. A little bit of dribble came out of the side of my mouth before I was able to swallow it. “Did you put any cream or sugar in this?”

  “What's the point of all that stuff? Takes away from the taste of the coffee.” Mason took a drink of mine and squished his face. “Why is it so sweet?”

  “That's the point.” I laughed.

  Today was going to be pretty fun. I just knew it.

  Chapter Seven

  We drove around for hours and I pointed out the various landmarks around town. We talked about our school experiences and childhoods.

  Turned out that we had a lot in common. Both of our parents divorced when we were young so we knew the pain each other had been through.

  We stopped in an empty parking lot of an abandoned mall. A large sign that said: Available hung down from the roof. “I used to come here all the time,” I said. I sipped my hot tea and set it in the cup holder.

  “What happened?” Mason asked.

  “There never was enough business in there. Most of the spaces were vacant so it was hard for any of them to survive.”

  I could feel Mason's eyes on me. I wanted to look over at him but I was terrified. I'd been so relaxed around him all day but now it felt different.

  I willed myself to turn my head. Our eyes locked and he looked straight into my soul. “You know you have beautiful eyes?” he said.

  I could feel my cheeks turning red. My brown eyes couldn't possibly be beautiful but I still liked that he said it. I wanted him to say more.

  Mason leaned in closer. I couldn't believe this was happening. All those nights of staring at his picture and dreaming about him. Now he was right in front of me with those nice lips of his.

  I couldn't resist any longer. I closed my eyes and shoved my mouth onto his. Mason's hand came around the back of my head and pressed me deeper into the kiss. My body swooned with excitement. It felt like every inch of my skin was on fire.

  His tongue sneaked passed my lips and searched around. I moaned against his touch. Mason's free hand grabbed my boner over my jeans, squeezing it until I almost came.

  I wanted to live in this moment forever. When everything was new and nothing could go wrong.

  Mason broke away, a deep breath entering his lungs. We stared at each other in awe. What we did was forbidden but neither one of us wanted to say it out loud.

  I went to say something but Mason turned to face the steering wheel and started the car. “We should be getting back before dinner. Don't want our parents to get mad.”

  My jaw dropped to the car floor. Was he just going to ignore these feelings between us? I'd never felt like that with a kiss before. No kiss had ever come close. And Mason just wanted to run away.

  “Are we not going to talk about this?” I asked. “This seems like a pretty big deal.”

  “Nothing happened and we should just keep it at that. Our parents can never find out.”

  I wanted to punch him straight in the face. I wanted to tear off his balls and make him double over in pain. There was no way this problem was just going to go away.

  We drove back to my mom's house without saying another word. Mason got out of the car first and I sat there trying to figure out what to do next. Mason didn't bother waiting for me and went into the house.

  I walked in to find him talking with my parents. My mom came over with a smile and put her arm around me. “Sounds like you two had a good time.”

  One thing that Mason was right about. Our parents could never find out. I could just imagine my mom's disgusted face when she found out. It would destroy her and it would forever change how she saw me.

  I couldn't do that to her.

  I put on my best smile. “Yeah we had fun. I took him to downtown and we got coffee at Joe's.”

  “That place has really changed hasn't it?”

  I nodded. “It's really nice in there.”

  My mom guided me into the kitchen to join Mason and Bobby. “Did you guys go to the library?”

  I did my best to ignore Mason. “No, we kind of ran out of time.”

  The kiss cycled through my head again. Mason's hand on my cock felt too good. My finger traced the top of my pants. I wanted his mouth on my head, sucking hard until I cried out. I had to stop thinking this way. If Mason didn't want to pursue this further then I needed to
cut my losses. There were plenty of men out there that would die to have me for the first time.

  But Mason was the perfect one.

  My mom interrupted my train of thought. “Bobby and I were thinking of having pizza delivered. What do you two think?”

  “Fine with me,” Mason replied. “I'll take pepperoni on mine.” He walked away and went upstairs. I could finally breathe without him around.

  “Can you get sausage and peppers on one?” I asked.

  My mom wrote down on a pad of paper. “What do you want, Bobby?”

  “I'm not very picky. They both sound good to me,” he replied.

  “And that's why I love you.” My mom stopped writing and jumped into Bobby's arms, laying down kisses all over him.

  The feeling of bile creeping up my throat made me leave the kitchen. I didn't want to go upstairs but there was nowhere else to go.

  Chapter Eight

  I sneaked into my room and breathed a sigh of relief when I saw that my door to the bathroom was closed. I wouldn't have to see Mason until the pizza came.

  I plopped down on my bed and focused on the white ceiling above. How could I survive the rest of Christmas with Mason around? I wished that I could run back to my dorm and forget about the whole thing.

  But there was no way that was going to happen.

  I knew and Mason knew it too.

  This romance was too big to leave behind.

  The doorbell rang, announcing the pizza guy. My mom and Bobby bumbled around downstairs for cash. I walked outside of my room and Mason came out of his at the same moment.

  I cursed inside my head a million times over. Why didn't I just wait a minute longer!

  We both stood frozen in place. “Is the pizza here?” he asked.

  The smell of sausage and pepperoni filled the air. The question was moot but I answered yes anyways.

  Mason walked by me and I got a whiff of his cologne. I'd never be able to forget that smell as long as I lived.

  I joined everyone in the kitchen and Bobby already had his plate full with three slices. We all sat around the dinner table for four. I had to sit across from Mason which made it hard not to look at him the entire time. I wanted to hate his face so much but he was too cute.

  “Is everyone done with their Christmas shopping?” my mom asked.

  I nodded while filling up on a slice of sausage and peppers. I only had to shop for my mom every year and I usually got it out of the way a month before Christmas.

  Mason ignored the question and continued to eat.

  Bobby was already finished with his three slices. “I finished yesterday but I have a lot to wrap still.”

  “Should we all watch a movie tonight? I'm sure It's a Wonderful Life will be playing.”

  Bobby nodded. “Sounds like a good idea to me.”

  I hoped Mason would decline first so I didn't have to but he didn't say a word. There was no way I could watch an entire movie sitting close to Mason.

  I fake yawned. “It's been a really long day. I think I just want to get an early head start on sleep. Will you take a rain check on the movie?”

  My mom made a pouty face. “Well maybe Bobby and I will just go out by ourselves.”

  Bobby smiled and blew a kiss to my mom across the table.

  I finished my meal and asked if I could be excused. I needed to leave before it got even more awkward.

  I retired to my room and closed all the doors. I heard my mom's car leave the garage and I realized that Mason and I were all alone in the house together.

  I shook my head. It's going to be fine, I thought to myself. I just need to go to bed and forget about the whole thing.

  I took off my clothes and put on a pair of boxers. I climbed into bed and turned the lights off. I could see light coming from the bathroom door. Mason was in there right now. I turned on my side to face away and closed my eyes.

  My eyes shot open a moment later. I wasn't even close to being tired. I tossed and turned and gave up after ten minutes. My mind was racing at a mile a minute. There was no way I was going to sleep any time soon.

  I turned on my light at my nightstand and sat up in bed. I grabbed my brush and combed my short brown hair. Why were guys so frustrating?

  There were too many thoughts in my head and I needed to get them out. I used to write in a diary all the time but I kind of forgot about when I went to college.

  I opened up the drawer in my nightstand and the notebook that said: “Diary” in cursive font sat there all by itself. I took it out and examined the cover. There was a tiny lock on the side that had broken a long time ago. It didn't matter because those locks were easy to break anyways. I always made it a point to never say specifics in case my mom ever read it.

  There was no such thing as privacy with an overprotective mother.

  I flipped through the pages that were written during different parts of my life. There were so many crushes and not enough kisses. Most of the pages were taken up with Tyler's name written over and over again. I thought we were going to be married some day. My name would've been Sterling Watson. It had a nice ring to it.

  But that was all so long ago. Tyler and I never became an item.

  I turned to a fresh page and began pouring out my thoughts on Mason without ever saying his name. I couldn't stop writing about how furious he made me feel. And how much I wanted him to be my first. The conflicting emotions were fuel to my brain. A pain in my wrist made me stop suddenly and I realized that I'd written four pages already.

  I reread the pages and felt embarrassed. This wasn't the writings of a mature man but more ramblings of an obsessed stalker. I closed the diary and put it back in my nightstand.

  A knock at the bathroom door made me sit up alert. “Yes?”

  Mason opened the door and walked in. His face was full of determination. I knew exactly what he wanted.

  “I can't resist these feelings anymore, Sterling,” he said.

  Chapter Nine

  I was in total shock. I didn't expect him to give in so soon.

  My cheeks flushed and I pulled the covers up to conceal my nakedness underneath. I didn't know what to say but Mason stood near the bathroom awaiting my approval.

  I gulped. “I was hoping you'd come here tonight.”

  Mason took a step further into my room. “I can't get you out of my fucking head. Believe me I tried. It's only been hours since our kiss and it's completely got a hold of me.”

  I pulled down the covers until my hips and pubic hair was exposed. “There's more of me for you to discover.”

  Mason didn't need to be asked twice. He did a swan dive into bed and right on top of me. We kissed and I held his warm body close. I fumbled around his t-shirt until he stopped kissing me and focused on pulling it over his head.

  My fingers ran over his hard pecs. I could press into them with my fingers and they would barely give way.

  Mason returned to kissing me and moved to the softness of my neck. “That feels really good,” I said. He sucked on my neck like a vacuum and I knew I'd have a mark there tomorrow. Good thing it was cold out and I could wear a scarf and not be questioned for it.

  Mason layered kiss after kiss down my bare shoulder and to my big arms. I cried out each time he bit me from the pain and pleasure.

  How could something like that feel so damn good?

  Mason tore his belt off and slid off his jeans. His gray boxer briefs could barely contain his massive cock. There was a perfect outline and it made excited. I'd never actually seen another person's before. I've touched men over their pants before but this was going to be a brand new experience.

  “Are you ready for me?” Mason asked with a devilish grin.

  “Come here and unwrap your present,” I replied. Mason pulled down the rest of the covers all the way until I was completely out in the open. He bit his bottom lip and drank in the view.

  I didn't know how to tell him that it was my first time. I was afraid he'd laugh at me or worse, just leave.

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nbsp; The better idea was to not tell him yet. He didn't need to know. It wasn't essential. It was my business anyways.

  “Be gentle,” I said. And I meant it.

  I slipped my fingers under the waistband of his boxer briefs and pulled down until his large manliness flung out. It pulsed for me and I knew I had to have him inside me. But it was so gigantic. Would he even fit?

  “Flip over,” Mason said.