Bad Girlfriend

by Kirsten DeMuzio

  Adam worked his way up my back and smoothed his hands over my arms, leaning over me until he linked his fingers with mine. When he did that, his erection rubbed over my lower back.

  He squeezed my hands and licked the outer shell of my ear. Goosebumps covered my body, and I let out an impatient moan.

  When he pulled back this time, I almost cried with relief when he slowly dragged my panties down my legs. Settling back in place, I could tell he had removed his boxers as well. He resumed his massage, but this time his hands were on my hips and upper thighs.

  I wriggled under his touch, needing more. He slipped one hand around the front of my hip and between my legs. My body jerked off the bed at his touch, before settling back down, moving to the rhythm he set with his fingers.

  Before long his hand was gone. I whimpered in protest, but then I heard the distinctive crinkle of a condom wrapper. I felt the hard tip of him pressing against me as he wrapped his left arm around my waist and urged me up onto my hands and knees.

  With one hand on my hip and the other resuming its delicate assault between my legs, he slowly pushed inside me. I felt deliciously full and pushed back against him until he was buried deep.

  “God, Brooke. You feel so good,” Adam breathed.

  I could feel his body trembling with need, and I pushed back again, urging him to go faster. Harder. I had always found this position to be impersonal. But with Adam, I felt closer to him than ever before. I was intimately open to him. Vulnerable.

  He began to thrust faster as his fingers worked over my core in an agonizing rhythm. I felt the waves of release building and then exploding as I clenched around the length of him.

  “Adam!” I called out, throwing my head back with abandon. Never before had a man made me feel so much. The care he took to make sure I was right there with him brought tears to my eyes.

  “Fuck!” Adam swore when I tightened around him. He kept one arm around my waist to support me when my arms threatened to give out. After a few more delicious thrusts, he followed me over the edge, draping his body over mine as we both fell to the bed.

  He moved to roll off of me, but I grabbed his arm to hold him in place. “Not yet.” I wasn’t ready to give him up. To lose the feeling of him inside me, body and soul.

  When our breathing had evened out, and I wanted to take a deep breath again, I nudged him.

  “Okay,” I whispered.

  Adam grunted and stirred. When he pulled out and walked into the bathroom, I immediately wanted him back.

  He walked out of the bathroom, running his hands through his unruly hair. I let my eyes greedily roam over his naked body. Even after his release, he was still semi-erect. Maybe we wouldn’t have to wait too long for round two.

  Adam pulled down the edge of the duvet, and I scooted up to the head of the bed. He plucked my bra off the bed and dangled it off his finger. Tossing it over his shoulder he jumped onto the bed, hovering over me on his hands and knees. I laughed at his playfulness.

  Sex for me before had been more of a wham-bam-thank-you-maam kind of event. The guys never stuck around for any post-coital cuddling.

  “You look happy,” I commented with a smile to answer the grin on his face.

  “Uh, yeah. I just had the best sex of my life with the most beautiful girl in the world. What’s not to be happy about?”

  He pushed the bed down with his hands on either side of me, causing me to bounce around. I clasped my hands over my boobs. “Hey!”

  “Don’t cover up. Why do you think I’m bouncing you around?” His eyes glittered with amusement and desire. His emotions were infectious.

  I dropped my hands and laid back. “Bounce away.”

  The heat in his eyes left room for nothing else, and he bent his head and closed his mouth over my breast. I gasped and threaded my fingers through his hair, holding him there. When he lowered himself down on top of me, I could feel he was most definitely ready for round two.

  Adam lavished attention on one breast and then the other. His hand slipped gently between my thighs, and he groaned when he found me still wet and ready for him. When he started to slide down my body, I pulled on his upper arms.

  “As much as I love what you’re about to do, I want you back inside me,” I whispered.

  He halted his downward progress and dragged his body back up until he was kneeling between my thighs. When he reached for the drawer in his nightstand, I said, “I’m on the pill, remember…and I’ve always used condoms before. If you don’t want to use one, I’m okay with that.”

  His hand retreated from its destination, and his eyes were heavy with desire. All playfulness was gone, replaced with pure need.

  Settling back between my thighs, I felt him poised at my entrance. He dropped his head down on my shoulder.

  “Christ, Brooke. You’re killing me.”

  “Please, Adam. I need to feel you,” I begged, gripping his ass to urge him on.

  In one swift stroke he was inside me. I gasped with pleasure, and his breath was hot and heavy on my neck. We moved slowly together, savoring the sensation of our bodies sliding over each other.

  It was a long slow burn inside of me, as he rolled his hips, leaving no part of me untouched. The pressure of my impending orgasm was building fast.

  Pushing himself up, Adam’s eyes met mine. “I love you, Brooke.”

  His unexpected confession sent me over the edge. Tears leaked from my eyes and traced over my temples as my body quaked under him. When I was able to find my voice, I said, “I love you, too.”

  He closed his eyes and dropped his forehead to mine. His lips barely brushed over mine, our breath mingling as he rode the waves of my orgasm right into his own.

  Thoroughly sated and exhausted, we fell asleep like that, totally entwined.

  Chapter Twenty Two

  Adam

  The pounding in my head woke me up, and I saw sunlight cracking through the sides of the blinds. There was a heavy blanket draped over my chest, and something was tickling my nose. Reaching up to scratch it, I realized it was a strand of red hair. Looking down, I saw my blanket was in fact Brooke, keeping me warm with her sleek naked body.

  Oh, shit. What did we do?

  When the pounding resumed, I realized it was at the door and not in my head. And as the memories of last night flooded my mind, relief rushed through me. It wasn’t a month ago, when I had woken up in the same situation.

  Now, who the fuck was knocking on my door at…I glanced at the clock…7:30 on Saturday morning?

  Easing out from under Brooke, who seemed to be able to sleep through anything, I searched around for my boxers. Whoever was out there deserved to get my middle finger at this god awful early hour, but it could be something important. I snagged my left foot trying to get my boxers on, and fell flat on my ass.

  Finally getting covered and over to the door, I rubbed my bruised ass as I yanked the door open, ready to give the early riser an earful.

  What they got instead was an eyeful.

  Right outside my door stood Mrs. Larkin and her ten year old son, Michael. She was holding a large envelope, clutching it to her chest as her eyes widened and then narrowed.

  Michael smiled in greeting and then his eyes caught on something behind me. Leaning to the side slightly, he looked around me, completely fixated on what he saw. Mrs. Larkin also saw whatever it was Michael was looking at. Only her reaction was one of shock. With an offended huff, she quickly clamped her hand over Michael’s eyes and tugged him close to her.

  Wondering what the hell they saw in my apartment, I looked over my shoulder. The bed was in plain sight of the door, given how widely I had swung the door open and how small my apartment was. Brooke lay sprawled out on her stomach, her red hair tumbled across the white sheets. The swell of her breast was just barely visible, and the sheet rode low, exposing the entirety of her bare back.

  “Mom,” Michael wailed, trying to dislodge his mother’s hand over his eyes, no doubt to get another look at my n
aked girlfriend.

  The look Mrs. Larkin gave me could have frozen the Sahara desert. With another huff and a lift of her chin, she turned her son around and dragged him down the stairs. This whole event took less than ten seconds, and I was left scratching my head at what had just transpired.

  Mrs. Larkin must have stopped by to hand deliver the PTO proposals. Though why she decided to bring them to my home at the break of dawn was anybody’s guess. Chuckling to myself when I thought of the expression of awe on Michael’s face, I stripped my boxers back off and climbed back into bed.

  Brooke continued to sleep while I snuggled up close and kissed her cheek. It was only when I resorted to trailing my fingertips along her side that she stirred.

  “Mmmm,” she moaned. She rolled onto her side, and I took the opportunity to roll her under me.

  It was another hour before we spoke again.

  “What time is it?” Brooke asked, her eyes heavy with sleep and satisfaction.

  “It’s almost 8:30.”

  “Oh, shit!” she exclaimed, jumping out of bed and searching for her clothes. “I have to be at work in half an hour.”

  I sat up, the sheet pooling around my waist, and enjoyed watching Brooke run around naked for a minute.

  “Calm down. You’ll make it.” I got up and threw on a pair of track pants and a sweatshirt.

  When Brooke had dressed in her clothes from the night before, I held the door open and followed her outside.

  “Where are you going?” she asked me.

  “I’m not ready to say goodbye yet. I thought I’d come hang out while you get ready.”

  “Okay. But I’m showering alone. I’m probably going to be late as it is.”

  We crossed the driveway and went into Brooke’s house through the back door. She stopped short, causing me to run into the back of her. When I put my hands on her shoulders to steady both of us, I felt the tension and strain there.

  Looking over the top of her head, I saw what must be the source of her unease. A woman sat at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee and the newspaper. This had to be Brooke’s mother, given the strong resemblance.

  “Good morning,” she said pleasantly, her eyes looking from Brooke to me.

  An awkward moment passed, and when it was clear Brooke wasn’t going to introduce us, I stepped around her and held out my hand.

  “I’m Adam Branigan, Brooke’s boyfriend.”

  “It’s nice to meet you, Adam. I’m Naomi…Brooke’s mother.”

  The room must have cooled ten degrees at those words. Brooke snapped out of her daze and rushed through the room.

  “I have to get ready for work.”

  She disappeared through the doorway to the dining room, and I followed.

  “It was nice to meet you, Naomi.”

  Brooke was already in the bathroom with the door closed and the shower running when I found her room. I hadn’t been upstairs before, but it wasn’t hard to tell which room was hers. Making myself comfortable, I lay on the bed and started flipping through the latest issue of Cosmo.

  After what had to be the quickest shower in the history of all females, Brooke emerged from the bathroom with one towel wrapped around her body and another around her head. She raised her eyebrows when she saw my reading material.

  “I’m going to have to get a subscription to this magazine. I thought I understood women, but now I see there’s still a lot to learn.”

  My joke, half-joke actually, earned a smile from Brooke.

  “Your mom seems nice.”

  Brooke turned around, but I caught her eye roll in the mirror as she started brushing through her hair. “Yes, I’m sure you were able to tell that from the four words she spoke.”

  “How long is she staying?”

  “I don’t know. But the sooner she leaves the better.”

  A shuffling noise in the hallway caught my attention. Brooke’s door was open just a crack, and I saw Naomi turning away toward the stairs. Her shoulders were slumped, and I was sure she had heard that. The pair clearly had a lot of issues to work through.

  I watched while Brooke swept her wet hair into some kind of complicated side braid and applied her makeup with sure quick strokes of her hand. When that was done she disappeared into her closet and reappeared dressed in black jeans, high heeled black boots and a black shirt that dipped low in the front. Low enough to make my mouth water.

  “Stop looking at me like that,” she scolded.

  I gave her my best innocent look. We didn’t run into Naomi again as we left the house. Standing next to her car, I pulled her close and gave her a kiss to last all day until I could see her again.

  Back in my apartment, I flopped onto the bed and switched on the TV to ESPN. Football season was in full swing, and that kept my attention until my stomach started to growl.

  Seeing that it was almost noon, I went in search of food. There was leftover Chinese from the night before, but that didn’t really sound good. What sounded good was a burger and fries.

  After a quick shower I grabbed my keys and wallet and walked the few blocks to Main Street. The Last Call served great burgers, and I knew the TVs would all be turned to college football. The only thing that could make this a better Saturday was to have Brooke with me.

  The place was packed. Every other guy in town must have had the same idea. Fortunately there was a seat open at the end of the bar, right below one of the big screen TVs that hung over the bar. Perfect.

  Ford was working today, and he caught my eye as I sat down, holding his hand up in greeting.

  “What can I get for you?” an older blond woman asked me, setting a cocktail napkin down on the bar in front of me and leaning over just enough to give a straight shot down her shirt.

  “I got this one, Shelly,” Ford said, coming up next to her.

  She winked at me as she sauntered away.

  “You’re welcome,” Ford said, and I knew my feeling that he had just saved me was accurate.

  “What are you having today?”

  I pushed the menu away. “I’ll have the BBQ Cheddar Bacon Burger, extra fries and a beer.”

  “Coming right up.”

  The beer was served almost immediately, and the food didn’t take much longer. Ford was busy, but I hoped to get the chance to pick his brain about the game that was on. As a former college football star, I wanted to get his opinion on the new coach at Alabama.

  My cell phone rang when I was halfway through my burger. The screen flashed Thomas’ name, and I considered letting it go to voicemail. But in the end, I answered it.

  “Hello?”

  “Adam. It’s Thomas. I need to see you. Where are you?”

  “Uh…I’m at the pub downtown.”

  “I’ll be there in five minutes.”

  I started to ask what this was all about, and why it couldn’t wait until Monday, but he had already hung up.

  Sure enough, five minutes later, Thomas Cole walked through the door and strode with a purpose to where I was sitting. He hefted himself on the bar stool next to me and waved off Shelly when she came over to take his order.

  “What’s going on, Thomas? Is everything alright?” My mind was sifting through the possibilities - from a teacher strike to, god forbid, an emergency with one of the students. What came out of his mouth was the last thing I expected.

  “Mrs. Larkin has filed a complaint against you, Adam. She’s calling for your immediate dismissal.”

  “What? Why?”

  Thomas dragged his hand down his face. “She claims she found you in a compromising situation this morning and that you are not upholding the moral and ethical code of the school district.”

  When I remained silent, still trying to wrap my brain around the ridiculousness of the situation, Thomas said, “Please tell me this isn’t true, Adam.”

  My confusion started to turn to anger and annoyance.

  “She said when she came by your place, there was a naked woman in your bed, and it was clear what had bee
n going on.”

  “Uh, yeah. That was my girlfriend, and she was covered up…sort of. Mrs. Larkin came to my apartment, unannounced, at 7:30 on a Saturday morning. If she doesn’t want to put herself and her son in that situation, then she should call first.”

  I realized my voice was raised when a few heads swiveled in our direction. Lowering my voice, I leaned toward Thomas.

  “This is ridiculous, Thomas. You know that. I’m an adult, in a monogamous relationship with another adult. Mrs. Larkin overstepped her bounds by showing up at my place.”

  Thomas sighed, his large belly expanding with the effort. “I didn’t say I agree with her. And as much as I would rather see you back with my niece, your personal business is just that…personal. But this is a small town, Adam. Not everyone sees things that way. Mrs. Larkin is a force to be reckoned with, and she’s on the war path with this one. I have to take this to the Board and see where it goes from there.”

  When Thomas left, I pushed my plate away. My appetite had suddenly disappeared.

  “Everything okay, man?” Ford asked.

  I dropped my head in my hands and shook it back and forth. “I don’t know. God, I thought I was leaving the drama behind when I came here from the city.”

  Ford smirked and clapped his hand on my shoulder. “Oh, dude. Drama is born in small towns.”

  Yeah, I was just figuring that out.

  When I left the pub, I scrapped my original plan to stop by and see Brooke at the salon. My mood wasn’t exactly social at the moment, and I didn’t want her to know about this. She didn’t need one more thing to stress about. Hopefully, the Board would dismiss Mrs. Larkin’s complaint as unfounded and by Monday the whole thing will have blown over.

  Chapter Twenty Three

  Brooke

  “Ouch!”

  “Sorry, Hannah,” I mumbled. My fingers were working on autopilot, twisting the teenager’s long blonde hair into a French braid. She was here for a practice run of how she wanted her hair done for the Homecoming dance the following weekend. Or something like that…I hadn’t really been paying attention.