“Oh. How bout Monday after school den?” He asked a slight tremble in his voice.
“Sure. Shit, hold on I think Jess is at the door.” I groaned as I rolled off the couch and stood up after hearing the doorbell.
“No problem.”
I walked to the door phone still against my ear when the doorbell rang again. Wait a second. Jess doesn’t ring the doorbell. I opened the door; chain still latched, and saw Bus standing on the other side. “Whoa. What are you doing here?”
*****
Chapter Seven
Luke
“Who dere?” I asked her my voice still thick with desire. Gawd, that girl really got my blood flowing. Telling me it would depend on what I’d want her to do. I glanced down at my hard cock. Yeah, I know exactly what I want her to do.
I heard a male voice in the background. “You are a difficult person to find. I wanted to ask you something but I couldn’t find anyone with your number.”
“That’s because only two people in the school have it and I doubt you talk to either of them.” Her voice had lost all the playfulness she had just moments before.
“Roxy, you okay? Who is at the door?” I sat up slipping my shoes back on.
“It’s Bus. I’m a bit uh….”
“Annoyed, aggravated, shocked, pissed? Any of them sound right?” I provided grabbing my wallet, heading out the door and down the steps to where my father was.
“All of the above actually.” She cleared her throat. “What do you want, Bus?”
“Well, I just wanted to see if you would like to go to the movies with me sometime.”
“Are you serious?” She gasped.
“Tell him no, Roxy.” I ordered looking for my father instead finding Beau. Holding the phone away from my head I asked him “Beau, do you know where dad is? He still has my keys and Bus is at Roxy’s house.”
“Take the spare. They are in the cookie jar on top of the fridge.”
“Thanks.” I grabbed the jar, dug out my spare key, and ran to the garage.
Roxy sighed. “Oh my god. Really? I mean you barely know me.”
“You can use that to get to know me.” His voice rumbled.
I synced up my Bluetooth helmet with my phone so I could still talk with her on my drive there. I already knew where she lived. I followed her home one day last week. So call me a stalker. “Roxy are you still there?”
“Yes, I’m still here. I don’t trust him right now his eyes are kinda glazed over.” She whispered to me. Then she spoke up to him, “Bus, you are seriously talking about a date?”
“Yes, like a date.” He chuckled.
“Wow. I’m flattered. Really I am. Can I think about it for a bit?”
My phone dropped the call as I drove over the bridge. Shit! Dammit, I need to hurry up and get there. I can’t believe that bastard had the balls to show up at her house at nine at night to ask her out. I gunned the bike and instantly hit 60 mph. Her neighborhood was located on a hill behind the courthouse. Even though they were simple the houses all screamed money. Nicely manicured lawns with uniformed fences, street lamps on every corner and signs posted warning of the neighborhood watch to try to deter the criminal element.
I rode up her street and spotted Bus stumbling to his Mustang. He got in and slammed his hands against the steering wheel. I wonder if that means she said no. He had his phone against his ear when he drove by the van I hid behind.
“Don’t worry about it she’ll be in the book by the end of the week. I promise.” He sniggered into the phone as he passed me.
My hand tightened to a fist as the urge to punch him took over. That just cemented my hatred of him. I took a deep breath and rode up to her house. I parked the bike next to the garage. Glancing down at my phone, I tried to call her. It just went straight to voicemail. Damn.
After a deep breath, I walked up to the front door and knocked on it. She cracked open the door with an exasperated sigh. “Look I already told you I’d have to think about it.”
“Wow. Um… hey.” I scratched the back of my neck and gave her a sheepish look.
She closed the door startling me. As I turned to walk away, I heard a chain scraping against metal before the door flung open. “Luke. Thank god, it’s you. I thought Bus was back. Wait what are you doing here?”
“You sounded very agitated on the phone. Then the call got dropped. I tried to call back and it went to voicemail. So I thought you might have needed some help.” I shoved my hands in my pockets and looked up at her.
“How’d you know where I lived?” She asked leaning against the doorframe arms across her chest.
“I asked my dad.” I lied to her not wanting her to know about my stalkerish tendencies.
“That’s cool. Um… do you want to come in for a drink or something?” She pulled at the bottom of her shirt and kicked her barefoot against the floor. Her toenails were painted a bright sparkly gold with some silver design thing on them. Very girly in comparison to what you would expect from her. She still had on that tight shirt from earlier today, the one that stretched across her chest so snuggly it showed the little tiny bows on her bra straps. She had changed her shorts to a pair of sweat pants that hung a little low on her hips giving me a small glimpse of the olive skin above her pelvic bone.
I cleared my throat and smiled at her. “Yeah. I’d love to.”
She gave me a sexy little grin and moved away from the door in invitation. “Soda?” She walked into the kitchen. Her hips swished back and forth emphasizing her shapely butt in those pants.
I raised my eyebrow at her in male appreciation. “Yeah. That sounds good. Has Jess shown up yet?”
She laughed as she removed a cherry cola from the fridge. “If she was here she’d be asking you fifty million questions about ‘how the day at your house was spent.’ Or she’d just try to shove us in a room together.”
I grabbed the can and opened it. “Why would she want us in a room together?
She sighed and leaned up against the fridge. “She thinks that I’d be in a better mood if I would just um… give in and get all nasty with someone.”
The cold soda choked me when it went down the wrong way, that or just the images of her in my head getting all freaky with someone. Those soft lips parting in a welcoming sigh. That ass of hers all firm in my hands as I squeezed it. I shook my head and coughed. “I’m sorry did ya really say she’s pushing ya ta have sex wit' someone?”
“Not really pushing just saying ‘How about him’ or ‘I bet he’d be good for your first.’ When she finds out about Bus asking me on a date she’s going to suggest him even though we all know I’ll end up in that book of theirs.”
“Wait. You know about the book. How?” I asked leaning up against the counter trying to hide my semi-aroused state from her. I wonder if they’ve had that conversation about me.
“Jess. She stole a copy of the book from her last flavor of the week. It has the rules, the point system, every participant’s name and all of their conquests in it. I mean every person involved in it.” She leaned next to me on the counter. “Jess takes it with her everywhere. So when she gets here if you want to look at it I’m sure she’d let you.”
I leaned forward my head just mere inches away from hers. “So even though she is pushing you to do it, the real question is are you ready? If you are not ready then don’t just throw it away.”
She nudged my arm with hers and laughed. “I am so not telling you.”
I leaned a bit closer staring at her lips and whispered. “Why not?”
She glanced up at me with hooded green eyes her voice slightly breathless. “I uh… I don’t think it is worth mentioning right now.” She looked down at my lips and unconsciously licked hers. My breath faltered. Did she want me to kiss her? I leaned a bit closer my hand came up to gently push a piece of hair away from her face. Her eyes met mine in shock. A soft gasp escaped her lips as my head closed in to capture a kiss.
A loud pounding on the door startled us and caused
her to jump from me. “That’s Jess.” She stammered walking backward toward the hall before turning around and running to get the door. I groaned my head plopping down on the counter. So close.
*****
Roxy
I cannot believe he almost kissed me! My hands shook and heart pounded in my ears as I fumbled with the doorknob. When I opened the door, Jess glided in with a curious look on her face.
“So is that whose motorcycle I think it is outside?” She purred at me as I shushed her while waving goodbye to her father as he drove off.
“Yes. He is in the kitchen.” I closed the door and locked it.
“Why is he here?” She put her bag on the couch and kicked off her shoes.
“Bus showed up when I was on the phone with Luke. I was getting somewhat annoyed he could tell it and got concerned when my phone died. So he came over to see if I was okay.” I shrugged as I walked to the back of the couch placing my still unsteady hands on it.
“Bus was here too? Damn when did you get all popular and shit?” She chuckled and headed toward the kitchen. “He’s in there right?”
“Jess!” I shouted after her. I’m dreaming. That’s what this is. It’s all a freaking dream. I’m going to wake up any second now and it’ll be Friday morning prior to all the stuff that has happened. I’ll get dressed head to school and people will still be ignoring me. I frowned at that. Please don’t let this be a dream. I’ve had more fun today than most of my high school career so far.
His laughter from the kitchen shook me out of my stupor. I might as well head in there and see what’s going on. Luke leaned against the counter can of cola in his hand still chuckling over something Jess had said. Jess was sitting on the counter beside the fridge her hands resting on the marble top beside her. “So there we were in the basement of Angie’s house at a sixth grade party playing spin the bottle. This was pre-RA. She did tell you what RA was right? If not I’ll tell you later. Anyway, it’s Roxy’s turn to spin this bottle. Unknown to us a certain person who will remain nameless at the moment loosened the top of it just before Roxy twirled the thing. So she leans in and grabs the bottle giving it a good turn. The entire time hoping that it would land on the crush she had at the time. Hey Rox, was it Ryan or Jeff that you liked back then. Never mind I remember now it was Jeff I had the thing for Ryan. That was a total waste but that’s a different story. So as the bottle is spinning her eyes start to widen when she realizes the lid is shaking loose. Just as she was about to say something. BAM. The lid flies off and bleach spills all over Jeff. I’m talking a head to toe dousing. Angie’s parents who were oblivious to what we were doing down there come rushing down the stairs at his screams. They see this kid whose black clothes are slowly turning brown in splotches freaking out with everyone laughing. Roxy is now completely ashen standing away from the fray. Needless to say the party is over Angie is grounded and Roxy fails to get her first kiss.”
My face I know was red with embarrassment and frustration. “Jess, can you please not tell him all of the social screw-ups that I have had in the past six years. It is a bit um… exasperating, infuriating, annoying, humiliating, and it’s kinda pissing me off.”
“Puh-lease. You know I only tell it to make sure you find someone who is willing to go through the gates of hell for you.”
“Gee thanks a lot! You make me sound like I’m a walking catastrophe waiting to happen. How many other people have you said this shit to?” I bitched at her.
“Just a few that came sniffing around looking for just a bit of fun. No one you were ever interested in.” She frowned at me.
Luke straightened up from the counter walked over to me and placed an arm around my shoulder pulling me against him. He whispered in my ear. “I find it cute and honorable that your friend is looking out for you.”
“Yeah well I find it meddlesome and annoying.” I crinkled my nose up.
He just laughed at me, squeezed my shoulder and then kissed my forehead. “I’d better head on home, chèr. Call me tomorrow afternoon?”
I stood there flabbergasted for a moment before I nodded my forehead still tingling from the pressure of his lips. “Of course. Be careful riding home.”
He smiled down at me with that dimple tantalizing my senses. His hand brushed a strand of my hair away from my face. “I will be.” His hand dropped as he looked up at Jess. “Later, Jess.”
We heard the front door close and his bike drive off. Jess looked at me with a Cheshire cat grin. “Oooh, I think someone is going to get a hot and I mean hot boyfriend this year. With the looks he was giving you I say your days of holding on to your V-card are over.” She giggled and rubbed her hands together in glee. “When that happens I so want the dets and I mean all of the details. Not just ‘yeah I did it’. I want description of what he looks like, what he does and if he gets you off.”
“Jess!” I exclaimed in horror. “You are insane. There is no way I’m going to tell you any of that.”
“Prude.” She kidded jumping down from the counter.
“Am not!”
“Yeah, you are. I bet you the Coach bag my uncle gave me for Christmas that you won’t even kiss him by the end of the week.”
“That is really tempting. You know how much I want that thing but you are forgetting one tiny detail.” I frowned at her.
“What?” She asked plopping down in front of the TV.
I sat down beside her and grabbed the remote. “His girlfriend.”
*****
Sunday seemed to fly by. Jess and I got up around noon after staying up till three in the morning talking about Bus, Luke and the whole ‘how do I get him away from his girlfriend’ scenario. I fixed omelets for us filled with ham, cheese, green peppers and onions. I’m lucky mom actually decided to get groceries this week. Otherwise, we’d be eating canned ravioli or… blech… fast food. Jess and I had decided last night that if I really wanted Luke. That I was to make sure my presence was known at all times. I’d call or text when he requested it. Make sure I talked to him in school and above all else not back down from Christie. We went through my clothes and picked out an outfit for each day of the week that really showed off my best assets. Which in Jess speak means my butt and boobs. We raided my mom’s makeup kit and grabbed the eye shadows that enhanced my eyes. We also searched online for make-up tips.
Confident in my mission and Jess insisted that it is indeed is a mission I picked up my phone. Which I made sure had a full charge and called him around four thirty that afternoon.
“Hey, chèr. I was worried dat ya had forgotten ‘bout me.” He crooned over the line.
“As if I could do that.” I smirked closing my bedroom door.
“Now ya are jus’ flatterin’ me. So how was ya night wit’ Jess?”
“Frustrating but I had fun.” I answered honestly. “We stayed up pretty late talking about the Bus situation and planning our outfits for the week.”
“Yeah. Bus. Don’ get me started on him.” He growled out.
“I’m not worried over it. He thinks he can sweet talk me, which would probably work if I wasn’t hung up on someone else.” I nonchalantly said.
He inhaled deeply and cleared his throat. “Ya’re hung up on someone? Anybody I know?”
I smiled at the phone lying down on my bed to get comfortable. “Yeah probably.”
*****
Luke
Beau and Charles looked at me like I was losing my mind as I sat at the kitchen island with a goofy grin on my face. “Jus’ probably?”
“Yeah just probably.” She responded with a hint of laughter in her voice. “So what did you do today?”
“Jus’ da usual. Went ta church wit’ da family had ta watch da twins durin’ da service cause I went out last night wit’ out lettin’ dem know. Had a nice lunch and now jus’ talkin’ wit’ ya.” I tried to ignore Charles’s attempt to mimic me.
“Wow your accent is in full swing today. Someone piss you off?” The concern in her voice touched me.
; I grinned sappily and laughed. “Naw, chèr. Jus’ in a good mood today and don’ feel like tryin’ ta curb it. I normally have ta tink ‘bout doing dat most times if I wan’ someone ta understand wha’ I say.”
“Oh really? That’s kinda cool. What put you in such a good mood?”
Glancing up at my brothers, I shrugged and walked out of the room before I answered her. “Jus’ gotta chance ta talk ta m… a pretty girl.” Whoa, I almost slipped up and jumped the gun on that one.
“Oh?” I could almost hear her blush.
I took the steps two at a time in my hurry to get to my room so I could talk to her in private. I turned on the speakerphone and locked my door. “So wha’ are ya plans fo’ tomorrow?” I loosened my tie and stripped off my jacket.
“Wake up, get Jess, go to school, come home, forage for food, and sleep. Same as always.” She said with a sigh. I unbuttoned my shirt, took it off and dropped it on the floor.
“Forage fo’ food? Wha’ do ya mean?” I slipped my shoes off, unbuckled my belt and started on my pants.
“What are you doing? By forage, I mean either find something to cook or somewhere to eat. My parents think cooking means picking up the phone and ordering take-out.”
“I’m jus’gettin’ outta my church clothes. Ya can come here ta eat if ya wanna.” Stripping my pants off, I sat down on my bed in just my boxers and white tank top.
“Really? I’d kill to eat your mom’s cooking again.” She paused for a second her voice catching. “You just stripped while on the phone with me?”
“Yes, I did chèr. Wan’ me ta send ya a pic?” I teased holding my breath for her answer.
Her breathing wavered as she inhaled a small gasp. She let out a nervous laugh. “Go ahead. Just keep in mind I might end up sketching what you send me.”
I stood up in shock. Shit, what did I just do? I have never sent anything like this before. “Okay, Gimmie a second.” I picked up my phone and pulled up the camera app. My mirror stood by my father’s old wooden desk. My mouth was suddenly dry. I can’t believe I was this nervous. I took off my tank top and flexed my muscles. I took three pictures of my body before choosing my favorite to send to her. “Okay, I jus’ sent it.”
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