Breaking the Rules

by L. K. Lewis

  “You’re so wet, baby, so swollen. You taste so good, I needed this,” Drake moans as he slowly laps his tongue over me. I start climbing towards my orgasm, my hips raising to meet the thrusts of his tongue, and Drake grabs my waist, pulling himself further into me. He starts moaning louder, the vibration sending me over the edge, and I scream his name, and climax. Drake sits up, rocking onto his knees, and pulls me closer to him. He enters me slowly, and rocks himself in at a steady pace while we both start our climb once more. I moan and whisper Drake’s name while he leans back over me, burying his head into my neck. Drake picks up the pace, and kisses me passionately while we find our release together. He collapses onto my body and lets me hold him as we both pant and sigh, coming down together. We lie awake most of the night, staring into each other’s eyes, whispering sweetly to one another and holding each other close. I was right when I said all hard days won’t end as sweetly, and this is truly a night that I will remember forever.

  Chapter 18

  Drake

  Monday night set a great tone for the rest of the week. Morgan and I are really enjoying the “getting to know you stage” as we like to call it. We have a lot of the same patterns and interests, which makes our evenings together nice and easy to enjoy. I work out most nights after work, while Morgan prefers to run. We leave work separately, maintaining our professional relationship only status. This also allows us to have time to ourselves to clear our heads, or do whatever we need to do to maintain our independence. When Morgan comes over Wednesday night, she surprises me by waiting ‘til she gets to my house to shower with me. I surprise her by having some of her favorite toiletries stocked in my bathroom as well as a hairdryer, flat iron, and curling iron, some sexy P.Js, a sheer robe (which is more for me than her), and a few outfits for work, including shoes. It was kind of a lot to do, but I really enjoy doing things like this for her, and I want her to feel comfortable in my home.

  “How did you do all of this, babe? You really shouldn’t have, but it’s really sweet, thank you.” Morgan looks sweetly surprised as takes in her new closet and drawer space.

  “I told you I wanted to pamper and take care of you, didn’t I? I want you to feel comfortable in my home, so now you don’t have to worry about packing a bag. It was fun and easy to do. When you were in the shower yesterday, I went into your closet, wrote down your sizes, and took note of your favorite bathroom brands. I left work a little early today and did some shopping. I’ve never shopped for a woman before, I just usually buy my stepmother a nice bottle of perfume for her birthday and a spa day for Christmas, so branching out a bit was fun. Oh, and besides being a bad cook, I’m also horrible at laundry so I send my stuff out. Feel free to leave anything here and I’ll have it taken care of with the rest of my laundry.”

  Morgan throws her arms around me, kissing me sweetly. “Thank you, Drake, really. You’re the best boyfriend-not-boyfriend in the world! This means so much to me, and it will be nice not to bring a bag back and forth,” she grins, peeling my workout clothes off of me while we kiss our way into the bathroom. “Now how about a shower?”

  *****

  Friday is here and I really want to do something special for Morgan. We had a great week at work, doing our best to keep our glances to a minimum. Morgan had a few hard moments throughout the week, but that was to be expected, and I was able to send her a few sweet texts to make her feel better again. Our evenings were spent trading off between our apartments, eating “chick food” after our workouts, and cuddling on the couch, getting to know each other. I know we are trying to keep our relationship on the down low, but I really want to take Morgan out tonight, and do something special for her.

  Me: I’m taking you out tonight. Wear something casual.

  Morgan: Okay! Should I bring a disguise?

  Me: Ooooh the possibilities! No need for a disguise for our date, but feel free to bring one for later! xo

  Morgan

  I arrive at Drake’s house after my run dressed casually in my dark skinny jeans, black ankle boots, chambray button down top, and a grey beanie. I washed and dried my hair, forgoing the flat iron to sweep my natural wave into a pretty side low ponytail. Considered far too casual by my mother’s standards, I’m rarely seen in public so dressed down, so in a way, it’s like I’m in disguise. I doubt anyone would recognize me if they saw me.

  When Drake opens the door to his house, my heart skips a beat at first glance of his perfection. He is dressed in black skinny jeans, his vintage Vans, and a tight, black, long-sleeved crewneck shirt with the sleeves pushed up. His dark brown hair is parted at the side but then combed back, and he’s wearing black framed glasses.

  “I didn’t realize you wear glasses, Drake, those look hot on you,” I say as I lean in for a kiss.

  “I prefer my contacts. I have the kind you can sleep in without ruining your eyes, so you’ve probably never seen me change them. The glasses are my way of throwing people off if they think they recognize me. You look cute by the way,” he says as he reaches up and pulls on my ponytail “I like your hair like this, baby. Are you ready to get going?”

  Drake takes me by the hand and we walk to the corner of his block where he hails a cab. “Probably shouldn’t drive a beamer to the part of town where I’m taking you. Plus this way we can cuddle in the back seat.”

  “What part of town are you taking me to? Should I be worried?” I tease. I know Drake wouldn’t put me in danger, I trust he knows where he’s taking me.

  “Let’s just say I’m letting you a bit further into my past tonight. I thought we could visit some of my former haunts. No drugs this time, and I promise you are the only woman I’ll be taking home at the end of the night.”

  “I don’t know, Drake, are you sure the temptations won’t be too much for you? Are you sure this is a good idea?”

  “The places I’m taking you are as harmless and fun as the people who hang out there, I promise. You will only find trouble there if you are looking for it. In my past, I didn’t care about the present or the future, I was looking for trouble. Now I’m sitting right next to my future, so the only thing I’ll be looking for tonight is a fun time with my girl.”

  Drake always knows the perfect thing to say to comfort me. I take a deep breath and relax, then snuggle into his side. We arrive at our destination about 20 minutes later and the building itself doesn’t look too scary, just its surroundings. Fortunately, Drake doesn’t waste any time guiding me inside.

  Upon entering the building, I am first hit with the stench of stale beer, cigarette smoke, and some sort of pine-scented cleaner. Looking around, I take in the sight of black lighting mixed with various glowing neon signs, and small groups of people gathered around their individual lanes, exchanging high fives as players score strikes, and other high-scoring turns.

  “We’re bowling?” I ask excitedly as a huge smile crosses my face.

  “I was in a league. It gave me something to do every Wednesday night. The beer is cheap and my dealer managed the lanes here. Is this okay?”

  “I have never been bowling, It’s something I always thought could be a lot of fun, but my mom would never be seen in a bowling alley, so she wouldn’t allow me to go.”

  “Well I guess we won’t have to worry about running into her, will we? Come on, let’s get some shoes and sign up for a lane. What is your favorite brand of cheap beer?” Drake smiles and grabs my hand again, leading the way to the shoe counter.

  “Holy shit, Drake Baylor! Is it really you, man? You look so … I don’t know … sober.” The guy at the shoe counter immediately recognizes Drake. This is not good.

  “Hey Garrett … it’s been a while.” Drake replies timidly.

  “Yeah, you haven’t shown up for … league … in a while. You look good, have you been staying away from the … game?” Garrett needs a little help with talking in code. I wonder just how good a drug dealer he really is.

  “I haven’t played since you saw me last. I’m just here with my girl tonigh
t. Can we get some shoes? Nine and a half for me, and seven for her.” Drake looks over at me and I can tell he’s feeling a little nervous.

  “Sure, man, here you go. That’s 26 for the shoes and two games, is there anything else you … uh … need?” Garrett says, handing over our shoes.

  “No man, thanks, I think we’ll just grab a few beers at the bar.”

  “Cool. Lane eight is open for you, then. Have fun, guys.” Garrett gives me a smile and a wink as I turn to leave. Drake leads me over to our lane and I start putting my hideous bowling shoes on.

  Drake returns shortly with a pitcher of beer and two plastic cups. His casual smile has returned. I hope he has started to relax again. He fills the cups, handing one over to me before raising his in the air to make a toast, “Well, baby, here’s to hoping your bowling skills surpass your golf game!” He lets out a laugh and I playfully hit him in the chest. He jokingly mouths “ow” like I actually hurt him, as he pulls me into his embrace, hugging me tight while he kisses my head. I love moments like this. It feels so great to be in public, having fun with the man I love.

  I know it’s weird to say because we have mostly been in hiding this last week, but this truly is the relationship I’ve always wanted. With Drake I feel so free to be my own person, because he makes me feel so loved. We have been open and honest with each other about our pasts, and our dreams for our future. In the past week we have giggled, cried, held each other, and of course had the most mind-blowing sex of my life. Even doing something as easy as teasing each other while bowling in a seedy part of town makes me feel so complete when I am with him. Looking down at me our eyes meet as Drake gives me a cute kiss on the tip of my nose.

  “What are you thinking about, my love?”

  “I’m just thinking about how much I love you, and I love us, and even doing something simple like bowling makes me feel so happy and complete when I’m with you,” I sigh as I wrap my arms around him a little tighter.

  “Well aren’t you the sweetest thing? I love you too, Morgan, I have really enjoyed this week with you. It’s amazing how much fun we can have together when we aren’t fighting so hard to stay apart.”

  “Good point, mister,” I say with a smile, “Now why don’t you teach me how to bowl so I can have a little more fun kicking your ass!” I giggle as I pick up my girly pink bowling ball. At least my mom would approve of the pretty color. She would be a little less enthused about the chipped manicure I’ll have tomorrow!

  We are one game in and I think I’m getting the hang of lining the ball up and releasing it smoothly so it glides down the lane and not the gutter, when Garrett strolls over to our seats and sits down. Drake automatically tenses. I don’t think he realized just how difficult it might be to let me into his past so intimately. Sitting in the flesh with his old drug dealer might be a little too much for him to handle right now. I meet eyes with Drake, and give him a look that says No need to worry, I’m not judging your past, and I can see him exhale deeply.

  “Hey,” Drake says to Garrett a little nervously.

  “Hey … I just wanted to tell you it’s nice to see you around here. It’s been a while and you just kinda disappeared … I was worried something … you know … happened to you.” Garrett looks at Drake with kindness and relief in his eyes.

  “Yeah, I had a scary wakeup call a while back, and I made some real … changes, I guess you could say,” Drake shrugged.

  “I’m glad to hear it, man. Like I said, you look good,” Garrett says as he glances my way “and your girl’s a cutie. Looks like the straight and narrow is good for you.”

  I return Garrett’s glance, then look over at Drake who’s staring at me with love in his eyes, and I give them both a shy smile.

  “Thanks, man, I’d say my choices are starting to pay off,” Drake says, not taking his eyes off me. “You look pretty good too, Garrett, how have you been doing?”

  “Things are going pretty great for me. I actually bought this place a few months ago. I like running the leagues, and the hours are better for me. I’m trying to clean up my act a bit too,” Garrett says with pride in his voice.

  It’s good to see two guys that seem to be old friends, not “business associates” catch up. They could both be in jail, rehab, or even dead right now, and here they sit catching up, proud of the better choices they have made with their lives.

  “It has been nice catching up with you, Drake, I’ll let you and your girl get back to your game. Don’t be a stranger!” Garrett stands to leave and I stand as well, extending my hand to his.

  “I’m Morgan, by the way. It’s really nice to meet you, Garrett. I’m having a lot of fun at your bowling alley, it’s my first time ever,” I say shyly.

  “It’s nice to meet you, Morgan. It’s your first time here?”

  “Yes, and my first time bowling, actually.” I don’t know why I’m suddenly embarrassed. I’m sure there are tons of people in the world who have never bowled. Whole civilizations in fact. However, I’m sure that is not because their mother wouldn’t let them!

  “Well, I’m glad you are enjoying yourself. Come back soon, next time your games are on the house!” Garrett says with a smile and claps Drake on the back as he turns to leave.

  Drake and I continue our game, and play one more before we leave. Although there aren’t any ass-kickings on my part tonight, my game definitely improves. As we leave, I give a small smile and a wave to Garrett, and Drake shakes his hand, promising to come back soon. We may not have been completely under the radar tonight, but I’m sure we have found a spot where we can hang out without the worry of anyone besides Garrett knowing who we are.

  Drake

  “I had another place in mind if you are up for some for nightlife, or would you rather go back to my place?” I ask as I reach my hand out on the curb, hailing a cab.

  Morgan ponders her answer for a minute then looks up at me as I climb in the back seat. “That was so much fun. Let’s end our outing on a good note and head back to your place.” She crawls into the cab and snuggles beside me, laying her head on my chest as I hold her hand.

  “Sounds good to me, my love, we can save it for another outing. Is there anything you need back at my house? Should we stop by the store on our way home?”

  “You are so thoughtful, thank you. I think I’m okay, let’s just get back. My feet are killing me, those bowling shoes lost their comfort and support about 15 years ago I think,” Morgan says with a giggle. “Why don’t we lie on your sofa and give each other foot massages?”

  “Mmmm … now you’re talking, baby, that sounds good. We can open a bottle of wine and find a chick flick for you to watch.”

  I know I’ve scored a few extra points there, but I really just want to pamper Morgan. Her smiles and giggles make me feel whole.

  *****

  When we get home, Morgan heads upstairs and within a few seconds I hear the shower running. Intrigued, I follow her, knocking softly as I open the bathroom door.

  “Are you okay, my love? I thought you showered before you came over earlier?”

  Morgan peeks her head out of the shower curtain, her hair filled with suds. She is so cute.

  “I’m okay, I came upstairs to change into my PJs before we started the movie. I hate the smell of cigarette smoke in my hair so I decided to jump in the shower really quickly.”

  “Oh … okay, that makes sense. Is there anything you need? I’m going to open the bottle of wine downstairs, are you hungry? I was going to take you to dinner after bowling, I can get some munchies together?” My stomach growls at the thought of food, I hadn’t noticed how hungry I was. We had some stale popcorn to go along with our beer at the bowling alley but that’s it.

  “How did I get so lucky to score such a sweet and attentive boyfriend-not-boyfriend? You really don’t have to go to all of that trouble for me.”

  “Morgan, I feel like an ass for not feeding you a proper meal. It’s almost 10pm … I feel horrible, not attentive. Stale popcorn and cheap be
er is not a well-rounded meal. I love to pamper you, I keep telling you that. I want you to feel comfortable and happy when you are with me, we promised to take care of each other, right?”

  “Your points are all valid, Mr. Baylor,” Morgan says as she closes the shower curtain, presumably to rinse the suds out of her hair. “Why don’t you join me in here and let me pamper you a little, then we can make some munchies together before we turn on a movie?”

  I don’t even answer her. I’m naked and joining her in the shower within seconds. “Sounds like a great plan, will you pass me the shampoo?”

  *****

  Morgan and I are cuddling under the blankets at opposite ends of the couch watching Pretty Woman on cable when I open the bottle of massage lotion I brought downstairs with me. I grab her feet, pulling them into my lap.

  “Put your feet on my lap too, mister, and I’ll massage you as well,” Morgan says, already slumping down a bit further into the couch, clearly enjoying the massage I’m giving her.

  “Confession … I don’t really like people touching my feet. I’m … ticklish.”

  “You are? Then why did you agree when I offered for us to exchange foot massages? Now you are really spoiling me!” Morgan says with a little blush hitting her cheeks.

  “I didn’t want you to shy away from letting me take care of your tired, achy feet, and I want you to feel spoiled. I’ve never actually given anyone a foot massage that I can recall, I’m glad your feet aren’t gnarly, they are actually quite soft and beautiful, just like the rest of you.” I lean down and give her big toe a kiss and a quick nibble.