by Becca Taylor
Before we hit the dance floor, we find a table, ordering some much-needed drinks. Bentley had said we needed to have a man’s drink here. He asked for a round of boilermakers. Thankfully, the waitress was quick to take our orders and quick to return with our beverages. I hate soda, but this was really good.
Caleb asks me, “May I have this dance?” Bentley asks the same of Aly. Caleb leads me out to the dance floor, pulling my body close to his. The song was slow, sexy and the guy singing had a deep voice. He sang about being “your man.” Caleb dances a close slow two-step, spinning me every so often.
When the next song begins, Caleb surprises me once again. The song is a more upbeat funny song. Something about checking your other half for “ticks.” He starts in a faster two-step, leading me into a move that I can only called the pretzel. He has me twisting every which way. Thankfully, he is a good leader because otherwise I would have been on my ass. When the song ends we sit for a little while. He was sitting on the stool with me positioned tightly between his legs. I watch Aly and Bentley on the dance floor as I drink my beer, and they look great together. You would think they were a couple. They were both laughing, having a good time, moving together with complete ease.
“Where did you learn to dance like that? You are really good.” I ask Caleb.
He shakes his head. “You don’t want to know. It’s pretty embarrassing.”
I ask curiously, “Do tell, because now I need to know.”
“Promise you won’t think any less of me?” I cross my heart. “You know those dance video games? Well, we went to a party one night at a friend’s house. His girl had a shit ton of those things and they were playing a country one. We were all pretty hammered. The girls started taking bets on who was the best dancer. We joined in on the game, and it came down to Bentley and me. I didn’t win. Bentley went home two hundred bucks richer.” As I picture all these hot guys in the living room, doing this silly dance, I burst out laughing. So much that Aly comes over asking what’s so funny. Caleb fills her in.
Bentley sips his beer. “Easiest two hundred I ever made. And well worth it, being able to show off my moves here with a pretty girl under my arm.”
While the boys sit and have a few more beers, Aly and I go have some fun on the dance floor. We danced a few line dances. While most people are dancing in the middle of the floor, the more serious couples are dancing around the perimeter of the place. What I love about this place is that it feels more relaxed. At a club, people always judge other people, cutting each other down. Here it’s not like that at all. Girls were complimenting us. People are genuinely polite, southern manners at their best.
There was an occasional guy or two that were borderline inappropriate. Once I would point out that I was with someone, they would apologize and move on. I will definitely make an appearance here a few more times. After we had our fill of dancing and drinking, we dropped Aly and Bentley back home. We made it back to Caleb’s house in record time.
He jumps out of his side of the truck. My door is open in a second. Caleb turns my body to face him, tossing me over his shoulder, fireman style. With one hand gripped around my knees and one hand gripping my ass. “Caleb, put me down. I can walk just fine.” I grip my hat tightly to my head, so it doesn’t fall off. He answers with a tap to my derriere. I respond with my own slap to his ass. He growls. The whole scene reminds me of something that might be in a cowboy romance novel. Check, “save a horse, ride a cowboy.’” Close enough.
He opens the front door, tossing the keys on the kitchen counter. He kicks the front door closed, locking it while still not letting me down. He spins so I face the refrigerator, “Grab two waters, baby.”
Really, just really. “Caleb, put me down.”
“Not happening, baby. Grab the water.” Knowing he will not let me down, I grab the water with my one hand. Satisfied, he walks down the hall to his bedroom only lowering me to my feet when we reach the bed. “As good as this outfit looks on you, I want you out of it. Now! I’ve been dying to see what you’ve kept hidden.”
Slowly, I release each button on my shirt, and then undo the knot of my top. Removing the shirt from my arms, I let it fall to the ground. Caleb’s breathing increases. I turn around after I unbutton the skirt, lowering the zipper as I do so. I wanted to give him a view of the back, as I shimmy out of the skirt. Leaving me in my underwear with my boots and hat still on.
I found a cute red lace boyshort set, the back has a peekaboo hole. The matching bra is sheer lace with a front closure. I figure it will be much easier for Caleb to maneuver open. After all, I bought it with him in mind.
Caleb runs his hands over my every inch of my body and spins me around to face him. “Shit, Kat. If I knew this was what was underneath, we definitely wouldn’t have made it out tonight.”
“Caleb, you are wearing entirely too much clothing.” With a smile, he quickly kicks off his shoes, socks, shirt, and lastly his jeans, leaving on his boxer briefs that I’ve come to love. With a flick of his finger, my bra is undone. Dropping my arms to my side, I let the garment fall to the floor.
He pulls me to his chest, we collide so hard I hear the thump. His hands start caressing the exposed part of my ass. “I want you to turn around. Put your hands on the bed. I’m going to do what I’ve been thinking about all night.”
Turning around, I place my hands on the bed. I hear him fall to his knees behind me. He pulls my panties down with his teeth, lifting one leg at a time to remove them completely. Before I get a chance to feel uncomfortable from being so exposed to him, his mouth devours me. He licks, sucks and teases my pussy with his fingers and tongue. My body moves on natural instinct, bringing me to orgasm in seconds. “Holy hell, Caleb. I think that was a record.” When I look over my shoulder, he winks.
Slapping my ass again, he commands me. “Knees on the bed, baby. I want you this way. I want to watch as I slide in and out of your sweet pussy. You good with that?” Oh, I’m so good with that. He makes quick work of the condom, as I climb further up on the bed. I feel the head of his cock touch me, and my hips start moving, seeking more friction. I moan as he pushes inside me. He feels so deep this way.
“Fuck, Kat, if you could only see what I see.” He pulls out almost completely before slamming back into me. It feels so good this way that I start to meet him, thrusting back as he thrusts forward. “Shit, baby, you keep that up this might be over quick.”
Groaning my pleasure, I ask, “You want me to stop?” That earns me another slap, and that just adds to the overall sensations. Thrusting deep, he stills himself, rolling his hips. “You better not stop Kat. You stop, then I stop.”
This becomes a little game. I stop, so he stops, but only when he is situated deep inside me. Then he circles his hips. Every time he does that, he hits my g-spot, which has me clenching around him. When I tighten around him, he squeezes my hips and grunts. This little game is making my orgasms build slowly, in the best way possible. I can feel my walls staring to tighten more and more with each thrust. He must feel it too because every time I tighten he lets out an animalistic growl. His hand snakes around my hip, and fingers begin circling my clit in the most delicious way. “Caleb, don’t stop. I’m so close.”
Caleb pulls my body up, so we are chest to back, palming my breasts. He begins pumping into me faster. I am determined to wait for him, but I know I will not last much longer.
His one hand drops, only to begin working over my clit. “I’m about to explode, baby, come for me now!” I still wait, as he rubs faster. As much as I was ready, I didn’t want this feeling to end. “Now, Kat.” When he commands me, only then do I let go. He lets out a series of groans as he releases, holding himself still, deep inside me. Our orgasm seems to last forever. I collapse to the bed in exhaustion. Caleb kisses my shoulder, reluctantly leaving my body. “You okay, baby? I’ll be right back.” I weakly wave him off. By the time I begin to come down, he has come back into the bedroom with his shorts on, t-shirt and boxers in one hand, water in
the other. “Up baby, let me put this on you.”
He pulls the t-shirt over my head, the boxers over my legs and hands me water. Feeling completely parched, I drink the water down quickly. “Thanks, I needed that.”
“Lay down on your side, baby. Time for bed.” He curls in behind me, wrapping his arms around me, entwining our legs, kissing my neck goodnight. The sex induced coma hits me hard, I fall asleep.
Katerina
JUST WHEN I thought that Travis was gone, that he finally was going to move on, he returned yet again. Apparently, I wasn’t going to be so lucky. The douche even manages to effectively ruin my afterglow of my amazing weekend. This past week would have been our seven-year anniversary. Travis took it upon himself to remind me of this, every fucking day.
Monday, when I was leaving for work, there was a single yellow rose on my car. Not that it mattered, but I am not a rose girl. You would think that if you were with someone for that long, they would know your favorites are sunflowers and daises, red tinted ones to be exact. Yellow on the other hand, is my least favorite of all the millions of colors in the world. Moving on.
Tuesday, on my car, was a small photo album with copies of pictures that I had given him for Christmas our first year together. I thought this would be a great gift for a first year together. The first holidays as a couple are always the most awkward. The gift cannot say too much or too little, be too cheap or too expensive. I had spent so much time on that book, even scrapbooking the damn thing. It had pictures of his family, his friends, his band, with a section dedicated to us. I took the time to personalize it to his taste, things he liked to do. The one from Travis, however, was in a generic dollar store photo album. The pictures actually looked like they were photo copied from the originals. Real thoughtful, huh?
That night, when I got home, at my front door, was food in a warmer from the bar we used to go. First, I never ate food from there. If I would ever have considered eating something from that place, Travis would say something like, “You sure you want to eat that? Your hips are looking a little fuller than normal.” And yes, he used those exact words often. Instead, I chose not to eat whenever I was around him. The food he left at my door? It was his favorite meal, chicken francese.
Wednesday, the day that would have been our anniversary, in my mailbox there was a DVD, a montage of times we sang together. No, I did not watch it. He actually titled the fucking thing, “The Ballads of Travis and Kats Meow.”
When I was loading my luggage in the trunk on Thursday, there was a box behind my car. It was my box, the one that contained my relationship with Travis. It was the same box I threw out after Caleb and I officially started dating. All the contents were still inside. A note on top stated “I think you lost this. Our story is not meant for the trash, Katerina.”
True to my word to Logan, I called him each time I received something. He made me stay on the phone with him until I would get in my car, and call him again once I was safe in work. I refused to think Travis would hurt me, but he still successfully managed to creep me the fuck out.
For this reason, I am glad I am going away to the conference. I spent the drive thinking about everything that has gone on in my life since meeting Caleb. After this last week, I know I need to tell him about Travis’ harassments. I am really starting to have some serious feelings for Caleb. I keep telling myself it is too soon, when in fact it was already too late. I am completely, thoroughly, utterly, head over heels for Caleb. My head keeps arguing that I needed time to live a life on my own for a while. But that’s not what my heart wants. It wants Caleb. Decision made, as soon as I get back home, I will spill it. All of it, the texts, calls, photos, everything that Travis has been doing since the night we met.
While Caleb will be having fun with friends at Rock Fest, I will be spending the next few days in seminars. Learning about wonderful things like team building skills, and how to trust complete strangers. When I had said yes six months ago, it was a way to get a weekend to myself, away from Travis. Sadly, even now, that is still true.
On a positive note, it is a trip to Orlando, paid for by my job. Even better, they gave us tickets to one of the theme parks for Saturday. Now it’s late Thursday night, I just finished the three-hour drive, since Friday starts all the fun. I should be able to make it home by Sunday evening. Countdown begins now. Three days until I see Caleb. My boss was letting me take Monday and Tuesday off to compensate for the days I was here.
I check into my hotel, completely exhausted, and ready to face plant on the bed. It was a long day, an even longer ride. My room was better than the last time. I managed to score a single spa room. Most other people had to share with coworkers, but my boss is awesome getting me an upgrade with her rewards points. I check out the spa tub, thinking I might make use of it tomorrow after a long day of lectures.
I unpack my clothes and put on pajamas, hoping to find something mindless on the television and curl up in bed. My phone chimes just as I get under the covers.
Caleb—Hey, baby girl, get there ok?
Me—Yes. Just getting comfy.
Caleb—How was the drive?
Me- All good, tiring.
Caleb- Get some sleep, call me tomorrow night.
Me- Ok, night babe.
Caleb- Night baby.
In the morning, we have a breakfast meet and greet. I recognize a few people from the last conference. We all sit together, forming our own clique. We survive the first four hours, then we break for lunch. During that time, we make plans to go to the hotel bar for a drink, a much-needed drink after all the peppiness from the morning. Making it through the rest of the day was not easy. I learn very important things like; how to smile, proper eye contact, and how there is no “I” in team. And it’s all done in such a cheerful way, the girl running the seminar must’ve been the head of the cheerleading squad in high school. Twice, I consider literally jabbing my pen in my eye. Running upstairs, I change quickly into causal clothes and head to the bar.
After a glass or two of wine, everyone is feeling much more relaxed. Of course, most of the talk is about work. Funny things that have happened to us, which of us get the award for being the most patient, and what was the craziest thing we had to deal with. I won that hands down, telling them about my run in with the old man who needed an explanation why his can’t-get-it-up meds weren’t refundable when he claimed they didn’t work. The conversation eventually shifted to our park visit tomorrow afternoon. We all know we are going to go together, so we make a plan as to what rides we want to go on first, and what we might skip.
After a long day, it was time to go up to our rooms for the night. I’m ready to try out the Jacuzzi. I fill the tub with hot water turning on the jets. Sinking in the tub, I make my call to Caleb. He answers saying, “Hey baby. What are you up to?”
“Relaxing now. How was your day?” The water was hot, just how I liked it. The tension immediately leaves my body.
“Work, gym the usual. You having any fun?”
“It’s okay. I met some nice people. We had a drink downstairs.”
“What’s on your agenda for tomorrow?”
“We have a short day tomorrow, thankfully. Then after lunch we go to the theme park. What about you? You ready for your show tomorrow?”
Hearing him sigh in the background, he responds, “Yeah, we’re good. We aren’t playing till late. So no rush for me to get there. Wish you were coming though. Sure you can’t head back sooner?”
Now it’s my turn to sigh, “Wish I could be there too. The only thing I’ve been looking forward to is the free tickets tomorrow. Plus, Sunday morning we have a final breakfast that I have to attend.”
“I’ll text you tomorrow after we finish. It will probably be late. Let me know when you are close to home on Sunday.”
“Okay. Tell the boys tomorrow I said good luck.” I was reluctant to hang up yet.
“Will do. Have fun tomorrow. Miss you, baby.”
“Miss you too.” More than I’m willing
to admit.
Caleb
THE PAST TWO days have been spent away from my girl, and I hate every minute of it. I show up at Butter My Bread Saturday morning, to pass the time. I’ve already been to the gym, did my run. Still, nothing is stopping my thoughts of missing Kat. At least tonight, I have plans. I’m sure if I didn’t have the concert tonight, I would be staring at my phone, waiting to hear from her. Like I did all morning.
The past few months have been perfect. More than perfect. Kat has changed me. She made me realize how much I’ve been missing by just screwing around. I thought that if I committed myself to someone, that person would somehow make me change, make me fit some mold of a boring couple. We would be sitting at home on a Saturday night, me holding the yarn while she makes doilies or some shit. That hasn’t happened with Kat. She’s comfortable when we hang with my boys, fitting right in with them. We can easily go out or stay home. And when we stay home, there is no doily-making going on.
I knew that first night when were together at the hotel, there was something about her. Now, I can’t get enough of her. I want to see her every day. I want her in my bed at night, and waking with me every morning. That both scares the shit out of me and excites me. I know her lease is coming up soon, and she needs to find a place to live. We are supposed to go look at some places I gave her listings of next week. Instead, I plan on asking her to move into my place. Is it too soon? Maybe. Am I crazy? Probably. But I want to try with her.