“Need a change of clothes?”
“Yeah, I do.”
“Well, I have a shirt here, if you want it.”
“Yes, thanks.”
She slightly opened the door and stuck her hand out. I handed her the shirt and she closed the door.
Five minutes later, she stepped outside the door. I began to stare at her. April looked at me nervously and began to laugh.
“What?”
“You look so beautiful right now.”
She blushed, “Thank you.”
I was about to head back downstairs with her.
“Hey, do you want to go to your room instead? I am a little embarrassed to go downstairs dressed in just a jersey.”
“I understand.”
I reached out and grabbed her hand and we headed to my room. I locked the door behind her. She looked around her, taking in her new surroundings.
“Interesting room,” she said as she looked at some of the posters on the wall.
There were posters of some football players like Mark Jones and Jeremy Thomas. Her eyes did linger on a poster of a band, which happened to be one of my favorites.
“Wow! So you like Bon Jovi?”
“Yeah, a bit old school, but I like them.”
“So do I.”
She smiled at me.
“Well, of course you would,” I said as I sat on the bed, “you are a decent human after all.”
She looked around the room. I hate to brag, but I did have a pretty big room. There was a small fridge which was well-stocked and some video games in the corner. The console was connected to a big plasma screen television. When she had finished her own tour, she sat on the king size bed. I stared at her. She looked at me strangely.
“Why do you keep looking at me like that?”
“I can’t help it.”
I inched closer to her.
“Nick?”
“Hmm?”
She then leaned in closer.
“I like you too.”
I turned and looked at her. I brushed her hair from her face and stared deeply into her eyes.
“Good, so do I.”
I leaned in and kissed her. I could feel the rush of adrenaline kicking in and feeling her soft, sweet lips on mine was so perfect.
She then pulled away and looked at me.
“What?” I asked her.
“There’s a party downstairs.”
“I locked the door.”
“It’s your party!”
“I don’t care.”
I leaned in and kissed her again. It felt so good to finally kiss her again. I could tell that she was also enjoying it. I could feel her heart racing and see it pulsing in her throat. So was mine.
After passionately kissing her, I pulled away for a second.
“Wow,” I said.
“I know.”
“You…really take my breath away.”
She then grabbed a pillow off of my bed and hit me with it.
“Hey! What was that for?”
“Stop using the cheesy lines.”
She then hit me once again with the pillow. I decided it was time to retaliate. I grabbed another pillow and hit her. She then hit me once again. We began to fight with each other. Then when she was tired, I grabbed the pillow from her. I put both pillows down, pulled her close to me and began to kiss her once again. She sat on my lap as I kissed her. I ran my fingers through her hair, slightly gripping her locks and made out with her. She let out a soft moan as she kissed me back. I could feel my pulse racing. Then she threw me onto the bed and kissed me with so much passion, that I felt like she was sucking the life out of me. I rolled her onto her back as I deepened the kiss even further. She began to moan as my tongue entered her mouth. Her tongue wrestled with mine as I wrapped my fingers in her hair once again. I could tell that she liked that. I finally came up for air. Then I began to press kisses along her neck and caress her face. She sighed as I nibbled her earlobe and ran my fingers through her hair. I really did love her beautiful dark hair which was silky smooth and smelled amazing. I looked deeply into her eyes and said something I had never said to another girl before:
“April, I have never felt this way about anyone else before. I know I don’t really know you that well, but I feel something different when I am with you. I can’t explain it. It’s like…”
“We have known each other for a long while or we met some other time before.”
I smiled at her, “Yeah, something like that.”
I was glad to know that I wasn’t alone. Like most men, I am not the best at expressing myself and that’s because I hate rejection. I always like to win and be on top. So I was extremely relieved to know that I wasn’t alone.
She then pulled me in and kissed me. That was sexy. I like a woman who knows how and when to take charge. She ran her fingers through my hair as she kissed along my jaw and neck. I NEVER felt such a sensation before. All the blood began to leave my head and make its way elsewhere. When I could no longer take her moaning, my hands drifted gently to other parts of her body. I could see that for a tiny girl, she had an incredible body. I began to caress her thighs and I could feel her soft skin even through my jersey. I kneeled in front of her, slightly separated her legs and began to run my tongue along her smooth skin. Her eyes rolled, her toes began to curl and she cried out in excitement. I decided to start at her ankles and made my way slowly up her legs, to her thighs. As I did so, I looked up at her and saw her eyes were closed and she was trying to brace herself for my next move. I leaned in and kissed her. She wrapped her arms around my neck as she kissed me back. I reached down and began to stroke her thighs and I could see goosebumps forming on her legs. As I moved up her legs, she began to moan once again. My hands went under her shirt and I looked at her. As I unbuttoned her shirt, I could see that her breasts were beginning to heave. I could see her breathing increase rapidly and she couldn’t contain herself. I loved her reaction to my touch. I pulled at the leg of her panties and slowly moved it to the side. I inserted a finger into her warm, wet channel and began to thrust furiously into her.
She began to squeal as my thumb began to move on her clit in a circular motion. I stopped for a moment and smiled at her.
“Shhh! I don’t want anyone to hear us.”
She grinned at me, “There’s loud music playing downstairs. They would have to have really good ears in order to hear us.”
“Fair enough,”
I continued to thrust my finger inside of her. Giving her so much pleasure was beginning to turning me on. I loved to see the bliss on her face like that and I wondered what it would actually be like if we were to make love.
“Oh! OH!” she cried out.
I could feel how warm and wet she was. I knew she was close to coming.
Suddenly, we were rudely interrupted by some shouts from downstairs. Ugh! Another fight! We immediately stopped and April gathered herself. So did I. I was extremely frustrated that we were interrupted. We headed downstairs to see what all of the commotion was. April was horrified to see that Mark was in the middle of the fight.
“You kissed her! I can’t believe you kissed her!” Brad was shouting.
Brad grabbed Mark by the collar of his shirt. Mark was a few feet off the ground and wondered what was going on. He seemed to be unaware of his surroundings. Brad was furious that Mark had made out with Mandy. Apparently they were dating. I tried to warn him about Mandy, but he told me that he didn’t care about the rumors. We gave him a hard time on the team and even talked behind his back about how naïve he was. He could get someone else. In fact, anyone else would have been better, but Mandy was the only girl on campus who could deal with his temper tantrums. In fact, we were beginning to think that she was just doing this to make him jealous and her plan seemed to have worked.
“Look…. I didn’t know…she was seeing someone,”Mark mumbled under his breath.
He was looking woozy and Brad knew it would have been easy to take him out with one pu
nch, but he was no longer concerned with him.
He then let him go and his attention was fixed on Mandy.
“You didn’t tell him, babe? How could you?!”
“I…Wait, I thought we were broken up?”
I rolled my eyes. Mandy thrived on drama, which I found highly irritating. I hated girls that stirred up unnecessary trouble.
“Wait what? We broke up?”
She rolled her eyes at him.
“Last week, you said you wanted to take a break because you were focusing mainly on football and school. I said okay and you said, once things were in order that we would be back together.”
“Oh…
Brad was also not the sharpest tool in the shed. He did get hit pretty hard during training sessions and it may have affected him in other ways.
“So, if I want to kiss someone else, I can.”
She stared at a very frightened Mark who was on the receiving end of Brad’s angry stares. Brad began to scowl and was about to lunge at him, but I stopped him.
“Brad, let it go. If you guys are really over, then she is allowed to do whatever she wants to.”
“But she’s my girl!” he protested.
“Not at the moment. If you guys broke up, then she is allowed to do whatever she wants to and so are you.”
He could see that I was making sense, but I knew he still wanted Mandy.
“But, but…”
“No buts Brad.”
He sneered at Mark and stormed out of the party. Mandy was nowhere to be seen.
April walked up to Mark and said, “Maybe we should go.”
“Maybe,” he slurred.
April then realized that he was completely drunk. She tried to help him but he could hardly walk. I decided to help out and we headed outside. We all sat down by the curb. I was busy trying to call a taxi to pick them up. I could smell the strong stench of alcohol on Mark and I knew from the looks of it that he was going to have a nasty hangover.
The cab finally came. I helped April get Mark into the car and I kissed her goodbye.
“I’m sorry we got interrupted,” she whispered to me.
“Don’t worry about it. There will be other times,” I assured her.
She gave me a sly grin, “I would hope so.”
“So, would I. I think you and Mark should just sleep this off. And don’t worry, things like this always happen. It will just blow over.”
“I would hope so.”
“Bye guys.”
I watched as the cab drove away and I got back to my party. Instead of hoping that the night would never end, I hoped that it would all end soon. It didn’t make any sense to continue partying. I was no longer in the mood to party since April was long gone. But who knows? Maybe, in the future, we could continue what we started.
5
April
As we rode back to Mark’s house, I continued to think about Nick. I was really enjoying what was happening between the both of us. I had never felt so much pleasure before. The way he kissed me and held me and when he touched me, it felt so good. I still couldn’t believe that what we were doing was real. Being with him felt like a dream for me. I still couldn't imagine someone like him could be interested in me. He could get any girl that he wanted and yet, he wanted me. Me! I always thought that I was a simple girl who would never have a chance with a guy like that. It almost made up for the way that the evening ended. I just wished we had had more time.
There were many times I had fantasized about us having a romantic relationship and passionate sex and this time, we were so close. I almost wanted to hit Mark for being an idiot and ruining everything between us. I turned to look at Mark who was in and out of consciousness. He knew better than this. Maybe he just got caught up in the moment. That girl Mandy looked like trouble. She seemed like a girl who would drum up trouble just for the fun of it. If she really did love that guy, she wouldn’t be looking at anyone else. I was just glad that Nick wasn’t interested in a girl like her.
She could have easily hurt him and gotten him into trouble, just like she did with Mark. If Mark was sober and left her alone, I would have still been at the party. I would have been upstairs with Nick doing…well, who knows? Maybe having sex? Maybe cuddling? I had no idea, but we would have gone much further than we did tonight.
Mark was slurring his words in the car. He seemed out of it. He then looked at me and smiled. It seemed like he wanted to talk to me, but I couldn’t understand what he was saying. He then looked like he wanted to throw up. I immediately put the window down and stuck his head outside of the car. He then threw up and the taxi driver wasn’t pleased, as some of the vomit stuck to the outside of the car.
“God! What is wrong with that boy? That is going to cost you extra.”
I sighed. As if I didn’t have enough to worry about already. Now I had to spend more money. I didn’t even know if I could afford this. I was already on a tight budget. I looked into my wallet and realized that I had some extra money as I had worked extra shifts at the stand.
“Okay, fine. I’ll pay.”
I sat there hoping that Mark was okay. I refused to feel sorry for him, but he was my best friend and I didn’t want anything bad to happen to him. I was so annoyed at him but I refused to think about it anymore. My mind drifted and I could only think about Nick. Oh! That muscular body on top of mine. And that smile! When I was in his arms, I felt so safe and secure. Like nothing could go wrong. I just wanted him all the time. I wanted to open up to him and always be close to him. I was relieved that we at last touched. I finally kissed him and he was so passionate and gentle with me. I wondered how far we would have gotten if we weren’t interrupted by the fight. I was a little upset at Mark for ruining a perfect moment between us. Maybe I really shouldn’t have brought him.
I wondered what Nick was doing right now. He was probably enjoying his party and having a good time. I wished I was there with him right now in his bed. I looked over at Mark who seemed to look very sick.
“Hey, you okay?” I asked him
“Oh, I am fine. But now I think I know my limits.”
“Okay, well we're almost at your house.”
He then reached out and grabbed my hand. He looked at me and told me thanks.
“Hey, friends look out for each other right?” I said.
“Right,” he replied with a glassy look in his eyes.
I’d never seen that look before and I just thought that he was drunk. We finally arrived at his house. He was sobering up now and seemed to be able to walk out of the car on his own, but still needed a bit of help. I was relieved because Mark was heavier and bigger than I was and I wouldn’t be able to do it on my own if he had been as drunk as he was before. I paid the driver and we made our way to the front door. I fished for the keys in his pocket and opened the door.
I turned on the lights and we headed to the kitchen. He sat down as I got him a glass of water. He began to drink it and then I took the glass from him and washed it out. I helped him up the stairs and into his bed. I tucked him in and was about to leave when he stopped me.
“Thanks, April.”
“No problem.”
I turned my heel and stepped through the door.
“Wait…. April.”
I turned around and faced him once again.
“What?”
“I love you…” he blurted out.
“Wait what?”
“I love you April. I have loved you for a very long time. Ever since we were younger, I have loved you. I have never loved anyone else the way that I have loved you.”
He then looked at me and for the first time, I saw it in his eyes. I wondered how I didn’t see it before. Still in shock, I tried to find the right words to let him down.
“I don’t know what to say. Mark, I am sorry to tell you this but I don’t feel the same way. I only see you as a brother and that’s it. I didn’t realize that you felt this way about me. I am really sorry though.”
“I am sorry to
o,” he said pitifully, “I know how you feel about heavy drinking.”
“Yeah, I am not a huge fan and you should know better….”
I was completely disappointed in Mark. I didn’t like when people get drunk and acted recklessly. I had my reasons.
“I am really sorry, April.”
He then remained really quiet for a while.
“I hope what I said and did tonight doesn’t ruin our friendship.”
“I…. think I need some time to think. Goodnight Mark.”
“Goodnight April.”
As I left his house and locked the door behind me, I thought that tonight was filled with way too much drama. I didn’t know he felt that way! And why did he choose tonight of all nights to tell me? Especially when I was upset over the drinking. He knew how I felt about it. It would take some time for me to let it go. I was hoping that his strong feelings wouldn’t ruin our friendship. We had a good thing going and now I wasn’t sure how I would feel just hanging around him now that I knew how he felt about me. I was already feeling guilty for it because I knew a part of him was in pain. I now knew that my interaction with Nick probably made him jealous and hurt him a bit.
I was fortunate to live near Mark. My place was only a few blocks away. As I walked, I tried to make sense of everything. I wanted to blame Mark’s feelings on the alcohol. I really did. But I knew I was lying to myself just to feel more comfortable. I knew he was telling me the truth. He really did have strong feelings for me. But how long had he had these feelings for me? Had he ever shown any signs that he liked me? Maybe he did and I just chose to ignore them.
I wished I hadn’t seen that side of Mark. I decided to ignore the situation with Mark and focused on what happened or almost happened with Nick. I looked at my arms and realized that I was getting goosebumps just at the thought of it. I wished we could have spent more time together. He was an amazing kisser and I could not get that nor the touching and caressing out of my mind. I really do hope that tonight was just the beginning of something amazing between us.
I finally arrived home and opened the door. Immediately, I was greeted with the strong smell of alcohol. I looked over and saw my father on the couch sleeping. There was an empty bottle of cheap whiskey on the floor and the television was blaring. I couldn’t believe that my father also decided to get drunk. What was going on tonight? I decided to turned off the television and cleaned up a bit after my father. I also ran upstairs to get a blanket for him so that I could tuck him in.
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