by Claire Adams
“What do you see in him?” Brent asked, as though he genuinely didn’t know.
“What do I see in him?” I repeated. “You mean other than the fact that he’s kind, polite, brave, and a complete and total gentleman?”
“Ugh…sounds fucking boring.”
“He’s a grown up, Brent,” I said. “Maybe you should try growing up one day, too.”
“I’m not a nobody, you know,” he said suddenly.
“What?”
“You heard me,” he said with venom in his tone. “You think I’m a little man, a nobody, but I’m not.”
I glanced at him for only a moment before turning away. “Goodnight, Brent,” was all I said as I left the apartment.
I was so preoccupied with Brent’s little outburst and his almost cryptic sentence as I had left that I almost forgot to pick up the cheesesteaks from this little pub restaurant that Phil loved. By the time I got to his apartment, I’d almost managed to shake off the conversation with my brother.
“Hi,” Phil answered the door before I could even knock.
“Hi,” I said, in surprise. “How’d you know I was at your door?”
“I saw you walk up to the building.”
I raised my eyebrows. “You’ve been waiting for me.”
He smiled, grabbed me around the waist, and pulled me into the apartment and into the circle of his arms. “Always.” He nodded.
He leaned down and kissed me passionately. I could feel his desire against my thigh. I pulled away just enough so that I could talk, but Phil seemed to have only one thing in mind. He continued to kiss my neck as I tried to speak without getting distracted.
“I…uh… I brought food,” I managed, feeling thrills of pleasure racing up and down my spine because of the way Phil’s tongue felt against the curve of my neck.
“Did you?” he replied, but it sounded like he wasn’t even paying attention.
“Cheesesteaks,” I said, breaking away from him and walking to the kitchen to set them down. “Your favorite.”
“No kidding,” he said, following me into the kitchen. “I made mac and cheese.”
“Sounds like a feast, then.” I smiled.
“The thing is… I have a different feast in mind,” he said as he grabbed me again.
My body slammed into his, and this time I didn’t resist. I let his hands run all over my body and I felt myself moisten instantly.
“The steaks will get cold,” I pointed out.
“I like my meals cold,” he replied, pulling me towards his bedroom.
My protests were weak, but the way that Phil had greeted me had completely erased my hunger. Or at least replaced it with a completely different kind of hunger. All I wanted just then was his body on mine. With his hands on my ass and his tongue in my mouth, we fell backwards onto his bed.
He ripped open my blouse, and I felt a button pop off. I was completely past caring, however, as he threw my dress to the floor and kissed my naked belly. I ran my hands through his hair as he went lower, teasing my panties off with only his teeth. I felt a moan of expectation overwhelm me, and then a second later, I felt his tongue against the hot wetness between my legs.
With my hands twisted back, I clung to the headboard and my back arched as his tongue slipped in between my lips. He made me feel things I never thought it was possible to feel, and suddenly, the world opened up and I was aware of so much more than my limited sight had allowed. It was like he was introducing me to myself. I was more than just a girl who loved old movies and indie rock bands. I was a sexual being, my body an instrument of pleasure, and it seemed Phil knew exactly how to play it.
My body shook as I came, and I felt the shivers run through my body in quick succession. Phil’s hand on my breast served to anchor me in place. As my body recovered from the violent orgasm, he squeezed my nipple lightly, and I let out a little gasp. A second later, he lay down beside me so that we were shoulder-to-shoulder, staring up at the ceiling.
He turned to me and kissed me softly on the cheek. “How do you feel?” he asked.
“Satiated,” I replied, with a deep sigh that revealed more than I had shared.
He smiled triumphantly and kissed me again.
“Is sex always like this?” I asked, once my breathing had slowed.
“It can be,” he replied. “With the right person. But it’s not common.”
“So this is kind of…kismet?”
He smiled. “I like to think so.”
“Has it been like this with any of the other girls you’ve slept with?”
I saw Phil’s expression change for a moment, and I wondered if he considered that an inappropriate question for me to ask.
“What?”
“Nothing,” he said. “I just didn’t think you’d want to know about sex with my ex-girlfriends.”
“I’m not naïve,” I said. “I was a virgin, but I realize you’re not. So why ignore that fact?”
He smiled. “You are pretty spectacular, you know that?”
I gave him a wink and a sly grin. “Are you trying to avoid the question?”
Phil laughed. “I’ve had good sex before,” he admitted. “But it’s never been like this… And no, I’m not just saying that.”
“What’s the difference, though?” I asked. “What’s the difference between good sex and…this sex?”
“The difference is you,” Phil said, turning to me and cupping my face with his hands. “The difference is your smile and your voice and your eyes. The difference is knowing that our connection is based on more than just the physical.”
“That’s a pretty good answer.”
“It’s the truth,” he replied.
I propped myself up on my elbow and looked down at Phil as I traced patterns on his naked chest. I couldn’t help admiring the hard wall of muscle that adorned his torso. He truly was a magnificent specimen of man.
“So I’m thinking… I want to try something,” I said shyly.
“I’m very curious,” Phil said, with interest. “Especially because you’re blushing.”
I buried my face in his chest. “Oh, man.”
Phil laughed and forced me to look at him. “Come on, tell me.”
“Umm…”
“Wow, another blush?”
“Stop it,” I laughed, trying to wriggle away from me.
“You can tell me anything,” he said, holding me in place so that I had no choice but to look at him. “Don’t be shy.”
“Well, you know what you just did for me?” I started off slowly.
“Yes?”
“I’d like to do the same for you,” I said.
He raised his eyebrows. “You want to give me head?”
“Yes.” I nodded, feeling myself moisten again at the thought of sucking his cock.
“You don’t have to do that, Megan,” Phil said. “I mean, I don’t expect it from you.”
“I know that,” I said. “I know you don’t expect that from me. I want to do it. I want to taste you.”
As I spoke, I pushed myself onto my knees and then I sidled down lower so that I was kneeling naked between Phil’s legs. I saw a little life pop into his penis, and I saw him harden slightly as I lowered my face down to his cock.
I wrapped my hand around his dick and started rubbing slowly, in gentle, comforting motions. I saw Phil’s eyes close slightly as I increased the tempo. When I felt the time was right, I lowered my head down and took his whole cock into my mouth.
“Fuck!” I heard Phil gasp, as though taken by surprise.
I wondered if I should have eased into it first before taking his whole dick into my mouth. I could barely manage. He wasn’t just blessed with length, he was blessed with girth, too, and fitting the length of him in my mouth was a challenge. I started sucking on him like he was a lollipop, and as the seconds ticked by, I grew more comfortable. I started moving faster, enjoying the taste of him and feeling moisture trickle down my thighs.
Phil seemed to lose control at on
e point, and then suddenly, he sat up, forcing me to release him. He grabbed me suddenly and threw me down onto the bed in a fit of passion before pushing into me so hard that it might have hurt had I not been soaking wet at that point.
Then he fucked me vigorously. He fucked me so hard that the bed started groaning in complaint as it smacked up against the wall it was pushed against.
Our moans provided the background music to our simultaneous orgasms and Phil and I collapsed against one another in a frenzy that was made up of limbs and sweat and cum. Once we had calmed down, he walked me to his bathroom, and we had a hot bath together. He held me the whole time, soaping me up and washing me down tenderly and patiently. Once I had returned the favor, we dried ourselves off and donned comfortable clothes. Phil opted for soft boxers and I wore one of his older shirts.
We cocooned ourselves in his bed with both the cheesesteaks and the mac and cheese he had made. We ate off one another’s plates and exchanged our favorite scenes from our top-ten most-watched movies. I sat next to him, staring at Phil from time to time, wishing that I could freeze this moment forever, right where we were so that we would never have to leave his room.
Nothing had gone terribly wrong in my life and I was grateful for that, but nothing had gone terribly right, either. But now, after having met Phil, it seemed my luck was changing. And now something was going right—and I was terrified that I would lose it. More importantly, I was terrified that Phil would wake up one day and realize he was too good for me.
So I clung to the present, trying to commit every detail to memory, just in case time moved forward and we left the safe haven of this moment behind.
Chapter Nineteen
Phil
“Brent?” My tone was cautious—and with good reason.
Things had been strained between Brent and me for the last couple of weeks. It was more awkward because of the fact that nothing major had happened. It’s not like we’d had a disagreement or anything. We bickered lightly, but it was all just teasing and joking, so I had no real explanation for the strange new strain that had crept in between us recently.
I wondered if Brent was just pretending to be okay with the fact that I was dating his sister. But I couldn’t understand the reason he would pretend at all. I had known him for a few years now, and I figured if he had a problem with anything, he was the kind of guy who’d just come right out and say it. There must have been another reason he was so sarcastic and snappy with me, but I was determined to do my best to keep our friendship, particularly because I was starting to see a real future between Megan and me.
I thought back to the day I had returned Brent’s coat and found pot in the jacket pocket. Did that have something to do with it? I knew Brent smoked up regularly, I had been with him a couple of times when he was high, but I thought it was merely recreational use. And, I also knew he smoked up maybe a couple of times a month. Lately, however, I actually thought he had cut down. Maybe that was the reason he was so moody with me…withdrawal symptoms or something like that.
“Yo,” he said, in his old tone.
“Yo,” I said, back.
“What are you doing now?” he asked.
“Uh… I was—”
“Don’t say you were going to meet my sister.”
I paused. “We don’t actually have plans, but—”
“Good,” he said, cutting me off. “Then you’re free?”
I suppressed a sigh and decided to throw the guy a bone. I figured spending some time with him might also help me figure out what his deal was. I knew he had quit his job months ago. He had mentioned starting up something on his own, but my life had been a little too hectic, and I had neglected to ask him any more questions about his business venture, as he liked to put it.
“Sure,” I replied.
“Excellent.”
“What do you have in mind?” I asked. “And please…no strip clubs.”
“Are you sure?” Brent asked. “There’s this club I know that serves a mean breakfast buffet.”
“You’re kidding?”
“Nope, good food and great entertainment all in one place.”
I shook my head. “How about we go down to the courts and shoot some hoops?” I suggested.
“Okay, I’m game,” he agreed willingly.
“I’ll meet you down at the court in twenty minutes?”
“Sure thing,” he agreed.
I went back into my room and changed into sweats and a hoodie. It had been a while since we’d played basketball, and I decided this meeting was necessary. I knew that Megan’s relationship with her parents wasn’t the easiest one and Brent was the only sibling she had, so I wanted to make the effort with her family. I would have done as much even if I hadn’t known Brent at all. In fact, it might have been easier had I not known him beforehand.
On my way out, I grabbed my phone and started texting Megan my plans for the day. “Hi, beautiful,” I wrote. “So I wanted to surprise you and show up at your doorstep with a muffin and the offer to drive you to work, but your brother called and asked to hang. Hopefully I’ll see you tonight, though?”
I had just gotten into my car when I heard a message alert. I grabbed my phone to read’s Megan’s answering message.
“You are too sweet…but I think it’s a great idea to hang out with Brent today. He’s been a bit mopey lately and I’ve been worried about him. Maybe he just needs some guy bonding or whatever…and maybe…I don’t know, you could advise him a little? He says he has this business he’s trying to start up, but he’s so shady about it, and I still don’t know what he’s really trying to do. So maybe you could ask about it? Only if you think the timing is right. Hopefully I’ll see you after I get back from work. Other than that, have a great day!”
I was about to wish her a good day back, but something stopped me. Something about that seemed too formal for our current relationship status. I realized that there was something else I wanted to say to her and the urge was banging me over the head. I didn’t analyze the desire too hard. Instead, I pulled I wrote back quickly and sent the message before I lost my nerve.
“You, too,” I replied. “I love you.”
I stared at my message and I watched the two little ticks next to my message turn blue as Megan undoubtedly read it. I waited for a moment, with baited breath, wondering if she would reply back immediately or send back an emoji in order to avoid answering back at all.
I started to panic suddenly. What if this was too soon? What if she didn’t actually feel the same way about me? What if… My doubts were endless, and I was starting to feel like an idiot for sending her that message.
At that moment, my phone rang, and I knew instinctively it was Megan without even looking down at my screen. I almost dropped my phone in an attempt to answer it.
“Hello.”
“Hello?” Megan’s tone was disbelieving.
I smiled. “Umm…yes.”
“Seriously?” She sounded incredulous and happy all at the same time and I hoped that meant that despite the fact that she had been taken off guard, she was happy about my declaration.
“Uh… Megan…”
“I cannot believe you texted that to me!” she said, cutting me off.
I laughed. “That was poor judgement on my part.”
“That’s your defense?” she replied. “Poor judgement?”
“Well… I felt it in that moment and I wanted you to know how I felt…immediately,” I said.
“You could have called,” she pointed out.
I smiled. “In hindsight, I should have called. Actually, I should have waited till we were face to face to say that to you.”
“That would have been the better moment,” she agreed.
“I just couldn’t wait any longer,” I said. “It’s a weak defense, but it’s the only one I’ve got.”
She was silent for a moment. “Do you really?” she asked quietly, in a tone that was serious and hesitant.
“Do I what?” I asked.
“Do you really…love me?” Megan asked.
I smiled. “I do,” I told her, without missing a beat. “I love you, Megan.”
“Wow,” she breathed. “I did not expect that when I woke up this morning.”
“Is that…a good thing?” I asked nervously, conscious of the fact that she hadn’t said it back to me yet.
“It’s an amazing thing, Phil,” Megan assured me. “I never expected for a guy like you to feel that way about someone like me.”
“Someone like you?” I repeated, in confusion. “What are you talking about? You’re perfect.”
“Please…”
“No, really,” I said. “You are perfect to me.”
“Phil?”
“Yes?”
“I love you, too,” she said, and it was almost a whisper.
I felt a surge of happiness rush through my body, and I never thought I would ever feel the urge to jump for joy. It wanted to be near her immediately. It almost felt like we needed to consummate this moment.
“I want to be with you,” I said.
“Me, too,” Megan said. “If you’d just waited to tell me this, then we would have been together.”
I laughed. “Point taken.” I nodded. “I will make it up to you.”
“Oh, yeah?” Megan asked. “How?”
“With sexual favors,” I responded.
She laughed. “Sounds like a fair trade,” she said. “I might just have to return the favor.”
“I’m counting on it,” I said.
We hung up a few minutes later, and I set off to the court to meet Brent. I was surrounded in a fog of happiness and not even Brent’s sarcastic quip about my lateness soured me. We played a couple of rounds and then we took a break on the benches to drink some water and cool down a little.
I noticed that Brent wasn’t as talkative as he normally was, which was weird given that he was the one that wanted to meet today. I watched him closely for signs that he might be high, but he seemed completely sober to me, just a little moody and withdrawn.
“So, how’s your business going, man?” I asked, hoping to sound casual.
“Now you ask?” Brent said, with an edge to his tone.
I raised my eyebrows. “I’ve asked about it before.”