I had lost sight of Alex for a second so I chose to use the side door, just to be safe. Only my luck would’ve have it that I almost bumped into him.
“Stay away from me, you bitch,” he muttered.
“What?” I said, involuntarily.
His face wasn’t bruised and you could’ve thought the fight was just a rumor if not for the broken arm in a fresh cast.
“You and your boyfriend? Stay away from me.”
“Boyfriend?”
“He got lucky this time, but tell him that I’m going to kill him when I see him. Fucking prick. What sort of guy beats up a younger guy? He got the drop on me, but he won't get lucky next time.”
“What sort of guy beats up a woman?” I spat and left him as shocked as I was, in the middle of the thinning crowd of students.
“What was that about?” I asked myself. I had never thought I could say something like that, and to Alex, of all people.
I didn’t have time to ponder the issue, however, as I needed to have a chat with David. He had to be the one who attacked Alex and I needed to set things straight.
Since I didn’t know where he was, a face-to-face confrontation was out of the question. I had to call him.
“Eva.”
His voice sent chills through my core, but I chased them away. This sort of pleasure had to be denied.
“David, what did you do?”
“He won’t bother you again. I told you.”
“A friend might ass… Wait, you’re not denying it?”
“No. I went there last night and we a had man to man…”
“You stupid man! You don’t know what you’ve done. You shouldn’t have. He… He can destroy me.”
“He won’t. He knows that if just one picture appears online, I will come for him. It doesn’t matter if someone else put it there.”
“Picture? What picture?”
I could see my world coming to an end. He knew.
“I know about what he did. And he betrayed your trust. I heard you last night and I just couldn’t sit around, doing nothing.”
“Why?”
I thought he hadn’t heard my question, I had spoken quietly. He paused.
“Because I like you.”
“I… You what?”
“And because you needed help. And for so many other reasons, I can’t think of them all. I don’t know. I wanted to help you, and he needed to learn. Who knows what sort of things he did to you. God, if he touched you…”
“Like rape me? No, he didn’t.”
He kept rambling. I felt stupid for blushing earlier. Of course he liked me, he had to, if we were to become siblings.
“It’s alright. Thanks. I could’ve taken care of myself.”
“Eva, I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“I… meant it.”
What was he talking about.
““I’ve got to go, I have a class in twenty minutes.” ”
“I’m staying at the Milano hotel. Room 205.”
I hang up, barely resisting the urge to throw the phone away. How much more stupid could I get?
***
I had been distracted all day, going over in my mind every word David had said.
“I meant it.” What did he want to say with that?
That he liked me? He meant that he liked me when he said it? Was he attracted to me?
I almost cried out of frustration at one point.
“Jesus, I need to find out!” I said out loud, rolling in my sheets. “Tomorrow I’ll talk to him.”
If everyone saying that sleeping on it would help with better judgement was to be believed, then I was being denied counsel by the mysterious gods that were supposed to untangle my thoughts while I slept. I couldn’t keep my eyes closed for the nervousness, let alone get any rest.
At the crack of dawn I was already staring at my phone, pondering whether it was too early to call David or not.
I had no classes until noon so there was plenty of time for a good face-to-face talk. But, was I making a mistake?
Maybe , I was blowing everything out of proportion, enabling my own confusing feelings to get the better of me. I had made a fool of myself enough times in front of David, I couldn’t bear the thought of him knowing about my feelings.
He would be grossed out. What if he told his father, and I ended up ruining my mother's relationship?
No, I couldn’t do that.
I spent the morning walking aimlessly through the park, didn’t even stop when it started raining. I didn’t notice I had forgotten my phone until I returned to my bedroom to get ready for class.
I picked it up and saw David had called me three times. I held my breath as I dialed him back.
“Hey, Eva. What's up?”
“You called me.”
“Yeah. I wanted to check up on you, see if you were OK. Are you?”
“I… What did you mean when you said you liked me?”
Disregarding the internal uproar advising my mouth to shut up, I had just made the biggest mistake of my life. There was no way out of this one.
He remained silent for what felt like the longest time. He must’ve been looking for the right words to tell me I was insane and that I should stay away from him.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said it.”
“You shouldn’t have?”
“It doesn’t mean anything. Look, you're a pretty girl, smart and everything. I’m sure there are lots of guys within your reach that you should be spending your time questioning.”
“I am not questioning you. I just wanted to know for sure what you meant.”
“I didn’t mean anything.”
I took a deep breath to stop the pesky tears that wanted to choke me up before apologizing for my silliness and hanging up.
“Stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid!” I cried. “How could you be so fucking stupid?”
David didn’t give me enough time to answer that, as he was calling again.
“Yes?”
“Are you busy now?”
“I have a class in… Oh, God! I’m twenty five minutes late!”
“OK. Then you better hurry.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re already late?”
“No, why did you ask?”
“Oh. Nothing really. I wanted to see you. Talk in person, but nevermind that.”
“Stop being an idiot!”
I could picture his shocked expression. “Sorry?”
“Stop saying something and then pretend it never happened. It’s not fair. Just man up, for goodness’ sake!”
“I’m sorry…”
“Oh, for the love of… Just come over. I’m skipping this class.”
***
Silence wasn’t always awkward. For example, now.
I was sitting so close to David, I could’ve sat on his lap. I was looking at him, watching his face. And he was looking back.
“You meant it.” It was a statement. I wasn’t asking him anything. His eyes told me what I wanted to know.
“I don’t know how this happened, I’ve never been like this. And I couldn't tell you. To be honest, I’m surprised you didn’t run away in disgust.”
I started laughing.
“What?”
“Oh, God. You’re an idiot.”
“Thank you. That’s the second time you call me that.”
“And I am an idiot. I was thinking the exact same thing. Needless to say, we were both wrong.”
“What do you mean?” He looked terribly confused, which amused me even more.
“I mean I like you too.”
I could’ve sworn he was blushing. I opened my mouth to say something about it, but he stopped me. Or I had just passed out from my concussion and was hallucinating.
Was he kissing me?
If my senses were to be trusted, David had just shut me up by putting his lips over mine. That was a kiss, I was sure of it.
Then his tongue slipped between my lips
and started wreaking havoc in my mind. If it were just a hallucination, I might as well enjoy it. I moaned.
He chuckled into our kiss, reminding me that everything was real.
“You seem to be enjoying yourself.”
I covered my mouth, embarrassed.
“Oh, you’re the one to talk?” I retaliated.
“Sorry. Didn’t mean to be too… forward.”
My hand acted by itself and caressed his soft hair.
“You are just forward enough,” I cooed before initiating another kiss. He didn’t hesitate to give back.
Slowly, we transitioned from a sitting position to lying next to each other, without breaking the kiss. The sofa was too narrow for the both of us, so I opened my legs to accommodate him on top of me. He obliged, his weight pressing reassuringly on top of me.
“God, you’re so beautiful,” he whispered.
The fragrance of his after-shave flooded my senses, and together with his taste took over my mind completely. I must’ve stopped thinking clearly, seeing that I found myself grinding on him, my legs as wide open as the sofa allowed me.
He joined me in my heated dance and pressed his crotch, hard, against me. I moaned loudly, more and more eager to be his.
“Fuck,” he whispered and pulled back.
I searched for an answer into his eyes. Hooded and glassy, they spoke the same language as mine. So, what was wrong?
“What are we doing?” he asked.
“You don't like it?” I couldn’t help biting my lip as I spread my legs even wider. I could see his jeans struggling against the pressure of his bulging cock.
“I love it.”
“Then fuck me.”
He grunted, clenching his jaw in an attempt to stop himself. I wasn’t going to let that happen. It was like something had gotten into me.
I started rubbing my pussy through my leggins, showing him how wet I was.
“Fuck, Eva. That’s… You look amazing.”
“Do you want me?”
“Hell yes.”
“Then have me.”
“Don’t say that. God. Are you sure?”
I nodded. That was all he needed. It took him a second to pull my leggings off. I thought he’d get rid of his jeans as well, but he bent down and kissed my pussy instead.
“God, you taste amazing,” he mumbled, as his tongue parted my engorged lips.
“Fuck. God. Oh, my God!” I managed to utter, barely breathing. Soon, I was grinding on him, holding him by the hair, offering myself to him.
“I need to fuck you, Eva.”
He was out of breath too, his voice growly with desire.
I smiled and sat up. He watched me, excited to see what I wanted to do.
As he was kneeling on the sofa, my face was at level with his crotch. I pulled the zipper down and freed a perfectly hard cock, just waiting to be enjoyed.
So I did. I opened my mouth and took him in, enjoying his expression of shock and pleasure.
I loved giving oral, it was my favorite way of pleasuring my boyfriends and David was the most deserving of them all.
He never broke eye contact. I sucked him off, getting his cock as deep as it would go, until I managed to touch its base with my lips.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck. God, that’s…”
He pulled out suddenly.
“You’re perfect. I. Want. To. Fuck. You.”
“Then fuck me.”
I stood up, with the intention of grabbing his hand and guiding him into my bedroom, but he had other plans. He turned me around, pressing my back against his broad chest.
“I want you know,” he grunted and pushed his cock into me in one swift move.
I screamed at first, but soon, as he moved in and out, I realized how big his cock really was. It stretched me with every inch going into me, sending millions of pleasure signals to my brain.
I thrust myself back, meeting him halfway. The increased pleasure made my legs quiver; soon, I was too close to the edge to move my limbs, so he took over completely.
He lifted my hips to minimize the height difference, forcing me to lean head down on the low coffee table, and began fucking me hard and fast. He thrust so hard, the table moved forward. I thought I was going to fall, but he had a good grasp on me.
Anyone could’ve walked in on us, but I didn’t care. All I cared was having him deep inside me, I was in love with the feeling of being filled to the brim. I loved how his cock made me feel like he was splitting me in two.
I came. Twice. And as loud as I had ever been. At one point, I actually screamed.
“Fuck me. Oh, God, fuck me,” I kept mumbling, not wanting him to stop. Ever.
He kept his crazy pace for an incredible while, pistoning fast into me, like there was no tomorrow. Then I felt him tense up; he wrapped a muscular arm around my waist, lifting me up. I had no support but his cock, as I was suspended in the air.
With his other hand, he held one of my legs up. I was too weak to do anything, I let him have me any way he wanted, just leaned back on him and took his cock full force.
I came a third time as he thrust hard into me for one last time. I could feel his cock against my cervix as he came, filling me up with his cum.
Once I was back on my feet, I stood on my toes and kissed him.
“That was like nothing I have ever done,” I said.
“Lucky you, I don’t intend on stopping any time soon.”
“Want some water? I could use some.”
“I meant it.” He pulled me tightly into him. “I am not stopping. I want to fuck you.”
“Again? Right now?”
His answer was a growl as he lifted me in his arms and took me into the bedroom.
I thought he was joking. I was still giggling when he mounted me again.
“Ah! Wow. You’re hard again.”
“I told you I’m not stopping,” he said with a grin. Then pushed his cock into me again.
DAVID
I couldn’t wipe the stupid grin off my face. I had it on when I left Eva’s room, on my way to the hotel, and was still there when I went to bed. All I could think of is her; the way she smelled, the way she moved, the way she talked. “How she moans, Jesus,” I mumbled.
I closed my eyes and pictured her. I frowned when I heard my phone, it was intruding into my fantasy. I didn’t want to check it, but it buzzed again.
“Eva!”
She was inviting me over.
“Tempting.”
I texted her back. “How about you come over. More privacy.”
She didn’t reply. Did I say something wrong?
I texted her the same question, still no reply.
I tried to think that she must’ve had a valid reason for that, but all I could imagine was either she was making fun of me or Alex had gotten to her.
“That prick, if he hurts her, I’ll kill him,” I muttered.
Ten minutes passed. I couldn’t just lay in bed, doing nothing. I called her. No answer.
I could feel the panic raising.
I decided to give her another ten minutes before going to check her dormroom.
Time had never passed so slow. After four minutes, I was so anxious, I could’ve burst through the door and ran all the way to her room, but tempered myself.
Six minutes in, someone knocked on my door.
“What the…?”
I opened the door, frustrated that someone was interrupting my illogical panic fit, and there she was.
“Hello, party boy,” she said, smiling. I didn’t get to say anything. She opened her coat and showed me she was wearing nothing underneath. Words escaped me.
All I could think was “Fuck,” which translated into an audible grunt, as I pulled her into my room and started devouring her lips.
I didn’t even notice how we got into the bedroom, the only thing I was painfully aware of being her warm skin over mine, and her sweet smell invading not only my nostrils, but taking over my mind.
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