I don't even realise that I’ve surrounded his neck with my arms and I’m arching my back to feel his body closer to mine.
His hand grips my hip tightly and... Is he hard?
Oh god, he’s hard against me and I don't know, I think I’ve completely lost control of my body.
Because all I know is that I want to feel more of it so I don't protest when he parts my legs with one of his knees and grinds against me, sending sparks of excitement all over my body.
“Alex...”
I pant.
His mouth is still on mine and his hands are now trying to untuck my shirt from the waistband of my skirt.
“Are you telling me no?”
He growls.
I bite his bottom lip.
“No, I’m telling you yes. I don't know what I’m saying yes to exactly but... Oh god... Oh god...”
He’s running his soft lips down my neck and when he gets to the base of my neck, where my collar bone starts, he grazes me with his teeth and sucks on my skin, like he did that first night in EM’s car.
“What the hell is going on here? This is the girls locker room! Maybe Miss Jennings hasn't studied our code of conduct properly yet, but since you’ve been attending BHPA since the first grade, I must imagine that you know that this will cost you detention, Mr. Richmond! Get out of this locker room before I decide to have you both suspended!”
Mrs. Stubbs, the girls PE teacher is livid: her face is red and a vein on her neck is dangerously throbbing and ready to pop.
“Out!”
Alex steps away from me but he does it leisurely and winks at me, his dark blue eyes more amused than worried.
THE GUYS HAVE FOOTBALL practice on Monday afternoons and just before I go home on the bus, I text Tuna to let him know that if Alex doesn't show up he’ll be at detention.
Alex didn’t come back to class after lunch and we had back to back physics and philosophy followed by English Lit and the teachers were always waiting for the previous class to finish, so we had no time to talk.
The boys also had to rush over to practice because the last class ran late.
Tuna reassures me that Alex is at practice, so I hop on the bus wondering how he managed to get out of detention.
At home I catch my Mom getting back from work.
She gives me a hug and asks me how was school: she looks tired.
Ever since we moved, she's been running on empty trying to get everything sorted out at home, following Ben’s homeschooling and working her shifts at the LAPD.
“Do you need any help with dinner, Mom?”
She smiles.
“No, I got it, honey. Have you seen your brother, by the way?”
I tell Mom that he’s been hanging out with the boy next door and his friends.
“They love to skateboard, so—”
“Gotcha! I just want to make sure that he doesn't neglect his assignments, but I’m actually happy that he's making friends. I hope that letting him take that job was the right thing.”
I tell Mom that I think it was.
“Look, Mom, all kids go to college for is finding a job and Ben got an excellent one without even graduating high school.”
“Yeah, I know. Aside from selling his app, he makes way more than me. And this house, we could never have afforded it. I’m proud of him but he still needs to finish school.”
“Mom, would you like me to help with the homeschooling?”
Mom’s green eyes light up.
“Would you? That would be so much help...”
We agree that I’ll check Ben’s homework when Mom’s working nights and then I double check that she doesn't need help with dinner.
“No.”
“Ok, then. Tomorrow we have the first mock test before our first test on Friday for our Latin Class.”
I get to my room and I try to translate a few passages from the De Bello Gallico (Translation: About the Gallic War) by Julius Caesar when my phone starts ringing with a call.
It's Alex.
I’m quite surprised that he's not trying to FaceTime but I answer after two rings.
“Are you ok? I thought about waiting for you if you had got detention but Tuna told me that you were at practice.”
He chuckles.
“Detention? Whatever! As soon as I told coach, he tore the slip out and told me not to worry about it.”
“Ok. Good, I guess.”
“What do you mean? Did you want me to get detention?”
It's my turn to laugh.
“Well, you were in the girls locker room...”
“I sure was...”
He lowers his voice, probably remembering what we were doing in that locker room.
The memory of his body against mine, of how hard he was, makes me clench my thighs with a little shiver.
I try to play it down, not wanting him to know that he can affect me even by simply talking to me.
“The thing is, that you already think that you can get away with anything you want.”
His tone becomes somber all of a sudden but it's just fleeting.
“Yeah, at school that's mostly true. At home... You say your Mom is strict, Ayla... You haven't met my Dad.”
It's the first time Alex ever talks about his family, so I ask:
“Ok, he might be strict but do you get along?”
He laughs but this time it's more of a barking sound, nothing like the low chuckle he had before.
“Get along? Listen, my Father isn't someone you get along with. You think I’m a control freak? He just doesn't leave anything unplanned and I’m at best an asset, a cog in some kind of plan he has for the family company. At worst, a fucking inconvenience that he's got to deal with. The only redeeming factor is that I see him quarterly at best.”
Damn!
I never thought that Alex’s family life wasn't good. He always looks so confident and perfect.
“What about your Mom?”
His tone changes again, playful now but laced with a veiled warning:
“Ah, no, baby! You asked your question and now it's my turn.”
“Ok...”
“What are you wearing?”
“Huh? What does it have to do with...?”
“Ayla, answer the question.”
“Wouldn't it be easier to just show you?”
He laughs again, his voice low and deep.
“You could but somehow I think it’s better to stick to voice only. You’ll see... Now, what are you wearing?”
I sigh.
What's he getting at?
“A tank top and a cotton tennis skirt...”
“Nice. And underneath?”
I blush immediately.
“Why do you ask?”
“Because I want to picture you in my mind, right now. I was thinking about you...”
“Yeah but now it's my turn to ask a question. I told you what I’m wearing...”
He laughs again: I like the sound of his laugh.
“No. You asked one. You said why do you ask? So now it's my turn. Whatcha wearing underneath that tank top and skirt? List and describe everything you have on.”
“I don't know why you are so nosey but I’ve got on pink lace panties.”
“And?”
“That's it.”
I hear a gasp, as if he were inhaling sharply.
“No, bra... I love that. Would you let me feel those gorgeous boobs?”
My ears are on fire!
I’m glad I can't see myself in the mirror right now, I bet I’m blushing so hard.
“Boobs? What are you, twelve? So, how about your Mom? Do you get along with her?”
“I like to call them boobs or do you prefer tits? Regardless, you haven't answered my question: would you let me feel them?”
I’m trembling all over: his voice is low and smooth and I know that if he were whispering in my ear, I would totally let him do a lot of stuff that I’ve never done before.
But I’m embarrassed and I try to
deflect the question.
“Would you feel rejected if I didn't?”
Another low chuckle.
“You still haven't answered your question, so if I answer this you owe me two questions. No, I wouldn't feel necessarily rejected. But I wouldn't like it if you said no. So, would you let me feel them?”
Yes!
But I don't say that: Alex is already too much without my encouragement.
“If... If you asked me like you are now and didn't demand it, I would consider it.”
I hear a low hum coming from my phone.
“Ayla... There's no shame in wanting me the way I want you, you know? I know I can be quite brash at first but by now, baby, you must know that I like you, right? And that this isn't about just a quick hookup.”
His words make my heart beat faster: he likes me!
“Would you let me feel the weight of your boobs in my hands, and rub my fingers over your nipples, until they get as hard as my cock is right now?”
Whoa!
Is he... Good Jesus, is he doing what I think he’s doing?
Are we having phone sex?
My voice is shaky when I speak next:
“Alex...”
I try to make it sound intimidating but I don't succeed: the sound that leaves my lips is needy, lustful.
“Yes, baby... My hands would run all over your body until they’d find your pink panties and they’d sneak in to touch—”
“Ayla! I’ve been calling you for ten minutes. Ben’s back and dinner is ready. And put a jacket on or something, you must be cold.”
If I could have turned to stone, I definitely would’ve.
My Mom entered the room and I don't know how much she heard.
She saw my nipples standing at attention.
“Ayla, baby?”
“I... I’m sorry, I swear I’m not rejecting you, dinner—”
He chuckles again.
“Yeah, I heard. I also heard that my bad, bad girl liked the idea of me touching her, since your nipples are as hard as I am. Go ahead but while you eat dinner, think that I’ll be finishing up what we started. I’m so hard for you... And while I take care of it, I’ll think about you. I’ll imagine your hands stroking me...”
“I gotta go.”
I say softly and he sighs a goodbye before hanging up.
“Do you not like your dinner, honey?”
Mom notices that I’m playing with my food but not eating much.
“No, no it's nice Mom. Sorry. I’m just super tired. The course load at BHPA is much more intense than at my previous school. And I’m nervous: tomorrow we have this mock test in Latin before the test on Friday and—”
“I’m sure you'll do great. There's something I wanted to talk to you about, Ayla. In about two weeks it’ll be your eighteenth birthday. Did you want to invite a few friends over? Or if you don't wanna do anything at the house, would you want to go somewhere fun? Like Disney or Knots Berry Farm?”
I WAKE UP FROM A DREAM where warm lips were tracing the line of my neck and hot hands were gripping my hips to make me feel his excitement.
The guy in my dream had his face in the shadows, so I couldn't tell exactly who it was but... I have a hunch of who might have stirred feelings that I didn't even know I had.
When I come out of the shower, I find that Mom has pressed my school uniform before going to work and has left a sticky note on my book bag:
“Good luck with your mock test, honey! You got this! Love, Mom.”
She must've left early and obviously that means that Ben needs to take the bus to go to work, so I need to make sure that he's awake.
I yell his name and then remember that this house is way too big, so I text him instead.
He's funny, he comes across as sleepy even by text.
His reply is:
“A...Wake... mmm”
I check that he's got lunch money: despite making more than her, Mom won’t allow him a credit card, while I’ve been given one because I’m almost an adult.
I take twenty dollars to put in his jacket and my fingers find something cylindrical and that feels like a cigarette.
I dig it out and look at it wondering if it's a cigarette or pot. I know most people at my age would know but my Mom put the sacred fear of any drugs in me.
And Sean was really religious, so he considered smoking pot a sin.
The result is that I’ve never tried it and I have no idea of what it smells like.
I’m still debating whether to talk to Ben about it or not, when the doorbell rings.
Could it be a delivery this early in the morning?
It isn't even seven o’clock yet.
I open the door and I’m surprised to find myself staring into two intense hazel eyes.
Tuna is standing at the door in our school uniform and I can't help but give him a once over: long, muscled legs encased in dark grey pants, the white shirt is untucked and the dark grey blazer unbuttoned.
The grey and orange tie that matches the girls’ scarf is slightly loose around his neck.
Anyone else would look like a mess, he manages to look effortlessly classy and hot.
“Tuna! What are you doing here?”
His lips open into a little smile and he nods towards his car, parked in my driveway.
“We have no morning practice today and I thought about driving you to school... Maybe getting breakfast?”
My heart starts beating fast in my chest: that's so thoughtful.
“That would be great, I just have to make sure that my brother gets to work on time.”
He shrugs.
“We can drop him off and get him some breakfast too. His work’s on our way anyway.”
I text Ben to hurry up and to do so I put the cigarette in my blazer pocket.
Tuna sees it and grabs my wrist, tightly.
Almost as tightly as Alex did yesterday.
I squeal in discomfort but he doesn't let go.
“What the fuck did you just put in your pocket?”
“I... I... It isn't mine, I found it in my brother’s pocket.”
“Your brother smokes pot?’’
“I’m not sure. I’d never even seen a joint before, Tuna. If Ben’s smoking it, I’m worried.”
“You're fucking right. Look, I don't know your brother but he shouldn't use this shit. Seriously. Take it from me.”
“I know, I—”
He extends his hand, palm up.
“Give it to me. I’ll get rid of it. If they find it on you at school, it's automatic expulsion.”
Tuna puts the joint in his pocket just a second before Ben shows up.
The drive to Ben’s work is pleasant enough, Tuna makes small talk with my brother and by the time he drops him off at work with a sausage and egg muffin, they are joking and laughing like two old friends.
As soon as Ben leaves the car, he returns quiet and serious: this is why at first I thought that he didn't like me.
Because he looks so at ease with everyone and I seem to be the only one on the receiving end of this quiet and almost surly demeanour.
Maybe I shouldn't but I decide to ask him why.
He pulls over at an overlook and turns the engine off before facing me and saying:
“With you I don't have to fake it, Ayla. I can be serious if I want... You don't care about what other people think. That's why I like you, apart from the other obvious reason that has to do with how pretty you are...”
It's one of the best compliments I’ve ever been given. That he sees that appearances aren't what draws me to people.
And he said that I’m pretty and from him that's such a compliment because he's so good looking that it's seriously even a bit too much sometimes.
He’s not a pretty boy like Alex, he's manly and...
My train of thought is completely interrupted by his lips coming into contact with mine.
The kiss takes me by surprise but my body responds immediately by making my heartbeat go crazy fast and
making my knees feel so weak that I’m grateful to be sitting down.
When I open my mouth for him, I taste the minty flavour of his toothpaste and that slight sweet flavour all his kisses have had so far.
He kisses me deeply, slowly, his hands holding my face gently.
I kiss him back enjoying how confident he is and when I swipe my tongue against his, he unties my scarf and starts peppering my neck with kisses that are soft and light at first but soon become something entirely different when he adds his teeth to his lips and tongue.
I know he's gonna leave a mark but I don't care, it feels way too good.
When his mouth arrives at my collar bone, he lifts his head and looks in my eyes:
“You're so beautiful... So sexy...Can I... Can I touch your boob?”
Do I want him to?
Like yesterday with Alex, the answer is yes and god help me, he only touches me through the material of my clothes but I love having his hands on me.
9.
Tests
TUNA: TWELVE POINTS
Alex: zero points
Sam: zero points
EM: zero points
Ayla
TUNA TAKES UP DRIVING me to school in the mornings: when he has football practice, that means going in early and I don't mind because while the guys practice, I can do some extra studying.
But we also go early because we always stop somewhere quiet before getting to school and those have become my favourite times of the day.
He’s such a good kisser and so gentle too, I would never have thought that I would look forward to being in a boy’s car and that I would want him to touch me.
Nothing beyond second base ever happens but I like that he understands that I’m not experienced and that I prefer to go slow.
On Tuesday, we have the mock test in Ms. Webber's class and I think I’ve done quite well.
On Friday, we sit the actual test during first period and again, I think I aced it, so I’m surprised and a bit concerned when I get pulled out of class during art class, which is the last period of the day.
There's something unnerving in hearing your name being blared by the school intercom system, regardless of trying to stay on the straight and narrow.
Could this still be about being caught in the girl's locker room with Alex on Monday?
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