Antagonize Me

by T. L Smith

  “Yes, but it's up to you. If you don’t think you love her or want to be with her any longer, then you need to be honest.” My face drops back into my pillow. How do I get myself into these conversations?

  “I have mixed feelings. I kind of like someone else, but I don’t know what to do about that. Should I just bury it or do something about it?” My heart rate picks up like crazy.

  Is he talking about me? No, that couldn’t be possible.

  His hand starts running through my hair. Even though he usually does this, somehow it feels more intimate all of a sudden. My hair is so long that it constantly knots. He knows I hate it so he usually rakes his fingers through. He did this one night when I was sick and he rang my grandfather asking what he should do. Granddad told him it soothes me, so now he does it to me all the time.

  “What color you going for next week?” he asks, changing the subject. I start to drift off and don’t answer him. I feel him sigh and lay down further next to me. His hand not leaving my hair until I end up falling asleep.

  “You need to get up, and you do too!” Hillary screams, kicking my bed. I go to sit up, but a heavy hand is weighing me down. I turn to Hillary and come face to face with Tanner’s sleeping body.

  “Tell her to shut up,” he mumbles and I laugh. One eye opens and he winks at me.

  “You two are positively weird. Now get up, Tanner, Katrina has been looking for you,” Hillary orders, looming over my bed.

  He stands up and waves to us as he walks out the door. I look at Hillary and see she’s watching me with interest.

  “CJ, do you like him? I mean, as more than a friend?” she asks, softening her voice. She has asked this before.

  “You know he’s one of my best friends, Hillary. Don’t be stupid,” I huff, sitting up. I’m going to go and dance and work this hangover out of my system.

  “Yes, but your relationship is weird. I’m your best friend too, so you can tell me, you know?” she asks, inching closer. I grab my shorts and slip my jeans off.

  “I know,” I reply, grabbing my bag at the door. “I’ll be back,” I tell her, ending the conversation and walking out the door.

  The gym is quiet when I enter. I take my top off, so I only have on my sports bra and shorts and turn the music up as loud as it will go. I dance without stopping to five songs before I stop and reach for my bottle of water. As I look up to take a drink, I see Kyrone sitting on the ground watching me. I narrow my eyes at him and he stands up.

  “It's exciting watching you take everything out as you dance,” he says stepping closer, entering my personal space.

  “Are you following me?” I demand, getting angrier by the minute.

  “No, I saw you walk in here, and I knew you would be in a world of your own. I wanted to watch,” he says with a shrug of his shoulders. I turn around and pick up my bag from the floor. Grabbing my shirt that says, ‘You can’t handle this,’ I throw it on. He laughs at me and points at my shirt, so I flip him the bird and walk out. “Same time tomorrow!” he yells out. I give him the middle finger a second time and continue walking with his laugh echoing behind me.

  “You went to dance, didn’t you?” Hillary asks as I enter our room. I nod my head and she looks sad for a second before she speaks again. “Why keep it a secret? I loved watching you move, it's like nothing I’ve seen before. You’re beautiful.” I don’t answer her and grab my toiletries bag before I head off for a shower. I have to work in half-an-hour. I work at a music store, which I love. Listening to music all day is relaxing and makes the shift go so quickly that it’s just an added bonus to be paid.

  My shift goes fast for a Sunday, and before I know it, it’s dinner time with everyone. I chose not to go. I don’t need the questions that I know will be asked. I purposely rock up late to my room, knowing Hillary would’ve already left and would be with everyone by now. Just as I strip out of my work clothes, my door flies open. Thank God I still have on my pants, as I’m not wearing underwear. I do wear them, well sometimes, I just prefer not to.

  “Tell me you have underwear on today,” Kyrone demands from the doorway, sounding pained.

  “Actually, no, I don’t! So if you could get the fuck out, that would be appreciated,” I say, changing shirts. I don’t have to worry about what he’ll see; he’s already seen me in my sports bra before. I hear him hiss and glance up at him, catching him looking up and down my body, taking me in.

  “I brought dinner,” he says, holding up the bag and flopping onto the bed.

  “I ate,” I lie, as my tummy starts to grumble.

  “Liar!” He smirks and pulls out Chinese food.

  “Don’t you have some cheerleader you should be out banging right about now?” I tease, sitting opposite to him and picking up a spring roll.

  “Not until later.” He winks and I want to vomit in my mouth.

  “You’re such a whore,” I mumble.

  “Yep and the ladies love it!”

  “Don’t you mean girls… with no brains?” I say firing straight back at him.

  “Well, I’m pretty sure they’re not girls by the way they suck my cock.”

  “TMI, honestly TMI,” I protest, holding up my hands in mock surrender. “I don’t even know why they fall for you. Honestly, you’re nothing special,” I say and he stands up from the bed. At first I think he’s going to leave, which would be good, but then he does the unexpected and starts taking off his pants. “Don’t you dare! I’m not touching you,” I say, shooing him away. He undoes the top button, laughing at me and drops his pants so his cock is right in front of my eyes. I gasp, not just because he has absolutely no shame whatsoever, but mostly because it’s the largest manicured cock I’ve ever seen.

  “See, that’s why they want me, Christina. For my goods,” he says thrusting his semi-hard cock in my face. I cover my eyes and wave my other hand at him.

  “Put it away, honestly, put that thing away before you do any damage!” He laughs and I peek through my hand to see him sitting back down with his pants secured around his waist.

  “Now I’ve shown you mine, can I see yours?” He purses his mouth in a self-satisfied smirk, but for some reason I think he’s serious.

  “Keep dreaming,” I say and turn away. It doesn’t help that everywhere I look I see cock, well his cock. Fuck him and his massive dick!

  “So you got it bad for Tanner, huh?” he asks, shoveling food into his mouth. I look up at him wondering how he even knows. “Don’t look shocked, I’m smarter than you think.” He winks at me.

  “What are you majoring in?” I ask, wondering if he really is smart or just plain stupid. The jury is still out on that one, I think to myself.

  “Wouldn’t you like to know,” he laughs. “Good way to avoid the question, by the way, but I’m not that easy to push over. I see the way you look at him and the way he looks at you when he isn’t with Katrina,” he says.

  “Why are you, here again?” I ask.

  “‘Cause you intrigue me.” I so did not expect that answer.

  “Well, consider me flattered,” I joke.

  “And ‘cause you don’t wear underwear,” he laughs and looks down my body.

  Classes drag on and I try my best to avoid everyone, including Hillary. I don’t go dancing this week, but I sometimes see Kyrone watching me. He thinks I don’t notice, but I see. He annoys me and makes me mad, especially considering out of all my friends he knows what I love to do the most and has watched me more than I would’ve liked.

  There is a party tonight and I’m meant to be going. This time I’m absolutely not drinking.

  I get ready while the girls are finalizing their makeup by chucking on my new shirt. I love the saying printed on my new shirt and I had to get it: ‘The funniest thing about this shirt is that by the time you realize it doesn’t say anything, it's too late for you to stop reading it¸ you dumb fuck.’ The girls walk out in their gorgeous outfits. I have on my ballet flats with my shorts and shirt. Katrina walks up to me and reads my shir
t, her nose scrunches and then she makes a disgusted face.

  “Why are you wearing that?” She points at my shirt. I laugh at her and grab my phone from my bed and start toward the door. When I pull it open, Tanner is standing there in jeans and a shirt I bought for him. It reads, ‘You look like I need another drink.’ He reads my shirt and smiles.

  “Nice shirt!” I smile up at him and his eyes lock on mine.

  “How can you say that, it’s disgusting,” Katrina says walking to the door and stopping when she sees Tanner’s shirt. “So is yours, by the way,” she sneers, walking past him. I stifle my laugh as she takes off and he follows after her.

  The rest of the girls and I eventually catch up to the couple and I can see Tanner has made her smile. She’s not so upset anymore. We walk into the house and there are girls everywhere. They are basically wearing nothing and have guys following them around like they might get lucky. Hillary and I follow Tanner and Katrina over to where the rest of the boys are sitting. Once we reach them, all the boys have a girl on their lap, including Kyrone. He spots me and puts his hand in the air saying hello and I throw a look of disgust at him. The girl on his lap is kissing her way up his neck and her legs are wrapped tightly around his waist.

  “Christina, you want this spot?” he asks, pointing to where the girl is. I flip him off, but it only encourages him. He lifts the girl up and places her next to him, I turn my head away not wanting to watch anymore when my feet are knocked out from under me. “Your shirts turn me on,” Kyrone says and I smack him in the chest to put me down. His hand finds my ass and he feels around. “But you with no panties on turns me on just that little bit more.”

  “Put me down, you fuckhead,” I say, to which he laughs and carries me over to where he was sitting. Everyone is watching us, including Tanner. I break eye contact with Tanner and turn back to Kyrone. “You know I wouldn’t touch you with a ten-foot pole, right?” I say while trying to break free.

  “Lucky for you I have a twelve-inch pole.” He winks and finally I’m able to stand up.

  “He’s all yours,” I say to the girl as she climbs back on his lap. I make a dash away from them and I spot a familiar face in the crowd and walk over to him. I don’t know what he’s doing here because I’m pretty sure he doesn’t go to this school, but I recognize him from the music store I work at. He’s tall and built, but not as big as Tanner or Kyrone. He’s covered in tattoos and has a lip piercing. He nods to me when he sees me as I make my way over to him.

  “CJ,” he says.

  “Tick,” I reply and look around at his friends. They all look at me assessing me as they do and each of them is covered in ink with piercings of some sort.

  “You're looking good,” he says smiling down at me. I smile back up to him and he reaches for my waist and pulls me to him. I’m a bit shocked, but when his lips land on mine I’m even more shocked. I don’t know what to do at first. I mean, obviously I’ve kissed and slept with guys before, but just none as forward as this. His fingers dig into my waist when I don’t open my mouth. Then my mouth opens automatically when I feel the pinch of pain and I give him access. His tongue enters mine and he pulls me closer so there’s no space between us.

  I gasp when his lips leave mine and look around to see Tanner and Kyrone standing there with wide eyes and shaking their heads in amazement. Tick laughs at them and pulls me back in again kissing the edge of my mouth. Hands pull me back from him and I look up to a very pissed off Tick, which is quite scary. Tanner has his hands on my waist and Kyrone stands in front of me. I like the feel of Tanner’s hands on me and try not to sink into him.

  “You're not invited to this house,” Kyrone states in a low voice. I can hear the anger in his voice.

  “I was invited actually and I came for what I wanted.” Tick’s eyes land on me. I don’t smile as I’m frozen in place.

  “She isn’t yours and you aren’t touching her again,” Kyrone growls. With those words I take a step forward, leaving Tanner’s hands.

  “CJ, let’s go,” Tick orders, placing his hand out for me to take. I look at Kyrone and see that he’s literally about to blow. I have never seen him so mad before.

  “Nah, I’m good. I'll see you soon,” I say, walking away from the confrontation hoping it will cool everyone down. As I walk into the hallway away from everyone, Kyrone steps in front of me.

  “Why the fuck were you kissing that bastard?” he demands to know, still very much angry. I shrug my shoulders at him because honestly, I don’t know why.

  “Hold up. What do you care if I kissed him? Go back to your whore.” I wave him off.

  “Don’t go near him again,” he declares and storms off. I laugh at his macho act and go find Hillary because I’m going home. Too much drama for one night for me.

  I can't find Hillary anywhere; she’s possibly even left for all I know. I decide I’ll start walking. It's not too far from the dorms, maybe a twenty-minute walk. As I step away from the house, I hear my name being called. Not the name everyone calls me by, but my actual name, and I groan when I realize who it is. I try to walk faster so he gets the hint, but he never does.

  “Hillary told me she has someone there tonight, I said you could stay at my place,” he offers.

  What, really? Hillary never kicks me out.

  “You’re joking?” He shakes his head, confirming. I weigh my options, go my room and bang on the door for whomever to leave, or sleep at Kyrone’s. I really don’t want to be mean to Hillary, she’d never do that to me but I really don’t want to spend any more time with Kyrone, especially if he has company.

  “Where’s your whore?” I ask, looking up at him.

  “You’re my whore for the night,” he grins, showing that one dimple in his cheek.

  “Fuck off,” I say and start walking again. To where? I have no idea.

  “Come on. We can watch a sappy movie together and go to sleep. I even have chocolate,” he tells me, trying to persuade me.

  “I’m not watching The Notebook,” I say, cringing at the all-time crazy-in-love movie that girls love. He shakes his head at me. “You surprise me every day,” he says smiling and reaching for my hand. I let him take it because I really am tired and I have to admit that a movie and chocolate don’t sound all that bad. I love chocolate; it’s the way to my heart.

  We walk a few houses down in silence and we stop when we reach Tanner and Kyrone’s house. He opens the door and I follow him to his room. I don’t really remember too much about his room from last time since I was kind of in a rush to leave it. It’s actually quite nice. He has a large television in front of his bed, and his bed is huge. It’s very plain though, with only a few personal effects.

  “Nice room,” I compliment, walking around looking at everything. I look back at him and see a glint in his eye and a wide smile on his lips.

  “We should fuck,” Kyrone states.

  “What? Why would you wish me harm like that?” I ask sounding serious. “No harm baby, but hey, we could have fun. You know with my twelve-foot pole and all.” He thrust his hips at me.

  “You’re dreaming, I don’t even like you. You antagonize me,” I say, continuing to walk around the room.

  “That’s the whole point. Mad sex is the best sex,” he says calmly.

  “You’ve had too many Barbies on your cock and I will not be one of them,” I tell him honestly. “Change the subject.”

  “But you could be my only pink-haired Barbie. I’ll even give you multiple orgasms,” he promises, grabbing my ass. I’m actually contemplating it. He is delicious, but he annoys the crap out of me and isn’t my usual type.

  “Don’t think about it. Let's just fuck.” He throws his shirt off over his head and I’m met with his delicious and much-toned body.

  “You have a way with words, you know that?” My eyes can't leave his body.

  “I know, my mouth is very useful.” He places a finger in his mouth, then sucks it and removes it with a pop.

  “And… you’re d
isgusting.”

  “I am, but I bet I can make you scream my name.” This time he goes for his pants and they drop to the floor.

  “You wish.”

  “Oh, but I know. They all do eventually.” He grabs hold of his boxers, toying with them in front of me. Why does he have to be so attractive?

  “You know, I’m not like most of the girls you fuck, right?”

  “Oh, don’t I ever, plus I have a feeling we will both enjoy it.”

  “Says you!” He drops his pants and I stand there with my eyes glued to his very hard cock.

  “Yes, me and your wet pussy, right now.”

  “It's not wet, you freak.”

  It is! It so is!

  “Let me touch it,” he says, leaning in to grab my goods. I hit his hand away.

  “Get undressed, it’s just sex. You need it, I want it.”

  “Just sex,” I say, trying to sound bewildered but, in fact, I want him to touch me.

  “Yes, nothing more.”

  “Nothing more?” I confirm. He nods his head walking closer, all six foot plus of him and his twelve-foot pole move closer to me.

  “Strip,” he orders, inches from me. I step back and take my shirt off. His eyes lock on mine and then I slowly take my sports bra off as well. His eyes are hooded, full of lust now. I place my hand into my shorts and undo the button, letting them fall to the floor. I don’t have anything on underneath. “Stop,” he declares as I walk backward toward the bed. He lifts me up and carries me to the office chair he has at his desk. He reaches next to him to retrieve a condom, puts it on, and drops to his knees in front of me.

  What happens next is so unexpected and I gasp from his warmth. His tongue invades me, and I throw my head back in pleasure. He really is good at it and he knows how to use it, which surprises me. Most guys think they know what they’re doing with their tongue, but actually have no idea about the right areas to lick, to suck, to put pressure on. He does though, and it’s making my toes start to curl. He inserts a finger as he breathes heavily on my clit and I throw my head back onto the chair. He’s really good at this, so good that I’m close already and he hasn’t even been down there for long. I scream out as he licks from where his fingers are to my clit.