by Jemma Bell
“Hello?”
“Amy? Wow! You answered.” He sounds relieved.
“Yeah, how are you? How are your…..um….um?” I stutter
“My balls? I’m not going to lie, it hurt like a son of a bitch, but I’ll live. The better question is how are you? I’m so sorry about that scene last night.”
“Me too. So, Mitzi huh? What’s her deal and why was she so threatened by me?”
“Amy, Mitzi is a long, aggravating story. The cliff notes version is that she is a fantastic agent with great instincts. We had a physical relationship for a little while, but that’s all it was, purely physical. I promised her nothing and she was ok with the random hookup here and there.”
“If you’re into no-strings-attached hook-ups, what are you doing pursuing me? I’m not that kind of girl, Derrick.”
“I know you’re not and that’s not what I’m looking for. Can I take you somewhere today? Just the two of us? I want to know everything about you, Amy. Take a chance on me, please.”
“Alright, should I meet you somewhere?”
“Give me your address and I’ll pick you up in a few hours, I have a little bit longer on this shoot and then I’m all yours.” I give Derrick my address and hang up. I take a deep breath and let it sink in that I’m going to be spending time with Derrick Walker and that he might be looking for more with me. I settle in for a bit and get some homework done while I wait, although my mind was elsewhere.
True to his word, about two hours later, Derrick pulls into the driveway. I leave my room and make my way downstairs to meet him at the door. I even add a little lip gloss to my lips for some shine. GG and Pops left about fifteen minutes ago to make the weekly pilgrimage to the food store. Convenient. The doorbell rings and I open it to find him standing there with his hands tucked into his front pockets. His fauxhawk is spiked and gelled to perfection. Dark washed jeans sit perfectly on his hips. He’s wearing a red polo shirt with the collar flipped up and his smile is so bright, it’s blinding. It’s suddenly obvious that I’m the cause of that smile. Me! I’m sure I must be standing with my mouth gaping open. It’s very surreal to fantasize about him for years only to have him be standing in front of me in the flesh. Somebody needs to pinch me now.
“Hey, gorgeous, it’s good to see you again,” he says with a small chuckle, as I shake myself out of my stupor.
“Yeah, you too.” We just stand there in silence, taking each other in for a minute.
“You going to invite me in or should we stand on the porch all day?” he asks me with a flirty wink.
“Oh. No, come on in.” I move aside so he can get through the door. Clyde must have heard our voices, because he come’s running into the entry way and jumps up on Derrick’s chest to try and lick his face. “Clyde! No boy, get down.” I pull Clyde off a very surprised Derrick. “I’m so sorry. He has no manners but he’s a lovable mongrel.” Derrick wipes the doggie slobber off his chin and cheeks.
“As long as he doesn’t bite me or hump my leg, I’m cool with him,” Derrick says with a laugh. Clyde responds with a ‘woof” and swings around to swat Derrick’s leg with his tail.
“No, he wouldn’t do that, he has more interesting habits.” That’s for sure; there’s probably never been another dog like Clyde, ever.
“I wanted to take you out for a late lunch so we can talk and then we’ll see where the rest of the day takes us. That ok with you?”
“That sounds wonderful, I’ll just go get my shoes and we can head out.” I didn’t realize Derrick followed me when I went to get my shoes. I turn around and there he stands, leaning in my doorway with either arm resting on the frame taking in my most private space. I look around the area with fresh eyes, noticing the unmade bed, the clothes on the chair in the corner, the overflowing hamper and the scattered school papers all over my desk. Not to mention the two or three posters of Anita Wells book covers featuring you know who hanging on my walls. I quickly toss the comforter on the bed and rub my hand over my forehead in embarrassment. I hear Derrick snort and look up into his amused eyes.
“Were those unicorns on your sheets?” Oh no, he noticed.
“Um…You saw that, huh?” This is humiliating.
“Yep, kind of hard not to notice the purple and blue cartoon unicorns dancing around on your mattress.” I’d like to dance around on the mattress with Derrick.
“They aren’t dancing, they’re frolicking.” I correct him making him laugh. This is humiliating, I need to get us out of here now. Derrick enters my room and looks around at my posters. He looks at each of them and then turns to me with an intense look on his face.
“I want to kiss you right now! Badly.” Did he just say that? “Yeah, Amy, I did just say that.” Oh shit, I was talking out loud. I can feel my face turning bright red and my cheeks are getting hot. He comes closer to me, his hands cupping my face, his thumbs stroking my cheeks. He tilts his head a little and swoops down to touch his lips to mine. Very gently at first so I can get used to his touch and then he applies more pressure to intensify the kiss. He makes no attempt to put his tongue in my mouth, which I appreciate because I’m not ready for that yet. This is just a chaste meeting of our mouths. Just as he ends the kiss, he lightly nips my bottom lip.
“Mm, cherry,” he says, noting the flavor of my lip gloss. His thumbs are still stroking my cheeks and his fingers are threading through my strawberry blonde hair. He moves in again and rests his forehead against mine. “We should go.” I simply nod my head yes and follow him robotically out of my room, down the stairs, out of the house and into his car. Wow! Can that boy kiss! I should have changed my panties before we left.
***Derrick***
I want Amy to get used to being around me because I plan on being around a lot! I feel light when I’m around her and that’s not something I’ve felt in a while. She makes me feel good; she makes me laugh and she frustrates the hell out of me with her standoffish attitude. She gets me hot just watching her. She hides behind her glasses, trying to keep me at a distance, because she’s not sure of my intentions yet. I plan on making those intentions clear to her before the day is over. Damn Mitzi for fucking things up last night. When I could finally speak again, I told Mitzi that I couldn’t deal with her shit right now and that we would talk tomorrow after the shoot. She stomped her high heeled shoes and shrieked at me, but I gave Riven the nod, and we rolled out of there. Once the shoot was over, Mitzi pounced, spouting some bullshit about Amy having nothing on her and that I’d be crawling back to her as soon as my “little crush” was over. While explaining to Mitzi that going forward, our relationship would be purely professional, she, of course, threw another temper tantrum and started shrieking that nobody treats her this way. I walked away after that, tired of her shit. I think a phone call to her boss is in order come Monday morning. If this is the crap I’m going to have to put up with, I’d rather be assigned a new handler. A harsh lesson learned…never assume it’s a no strings attached thing…there are always strings. Somebody, somehow, always gets hurt.
Happy to be away from Mitzi’s drama, I made a little pit stop to get something special for Amy. It’s something we can add to as our relationship develops. I wanted her to know that she’s special and that I’m all hers if she’ll have me. It’s pushing about 2:30 pm when we get on the road and I did promise to feed my girl. My girl. Man, I like the sound of that and it’s what I consider her. I’m just waiting for her to catch on. We drive in silence, just listening to the music on the radio. She keeps wringing her hands together in her lap. Soon she’ll realize she has no reason to be nervous.
New Jersey is famous for its old-fashioned diners. They have anything and everything you can think of on the menu. I take her to my favorite one because it’s 50’s themed and makes you feel like you’re in an episode of Happy Days.
“Wow, this place is incredible and I’m starving.”
“Yeah, it is pretty cool. Wait until you see the inside. The food is good too.” I skip around the front o
f the car, open the door and give her my hand. We walk hand in hand with our fingers laced together into the diner where a friendly hostess greets us. The sound of glasses being clunked together and the jingle of silverware being sorted follow us to our corner booth. Seating us at a small booth with our personal jukebox attached to the table, she hands us menus.
“I love the atmosphere here, feels like you’ve stepped out of time for a bit. I feel as if I should be wearing saddle shoes and a poodle skirt.”
“I think you’d look hot wearing a poodle skirt!” We both have a laugh about that and the fact Amy thinks I would have made a great, bad boy greaser if we were living in the 1950’s.
“The only thing missing is the music,” she says, so I reach over and drop four quarters into our jukebox. We flip the pages, perusing the songs available. We make our selection and the first song to play is Buddy Holly’s song ‘Peggy Sue.’ Eventually, our waitress comes to take our orders. Amy goes with a french dip, fries and a vanilla shake. I order tuna on whole wheat, side salad and water with lemon. I’m still in training and can only cheat at meals occasionally. The conversation flows smoothly and we share more and more about ourselves.
Amy was raised by her grandparents, GG and Pops, who sound like a great couple. Hearing about how her mother passed away and her father abandoned her just about broke my heart. I shared my family situation as well; Mom was a single parent who raised me and my sister while working two jobs to keep a roof over our heads. Things are better now that my career is so successful and I can send money back to them in West Virginia to help out.
“So, what do you feel like doing now?” I ask her after we’ve finished eating.
“Hmm, well, how do you feel about bowling? I haven’t been in a while and it would go well with our 50’s themed date.” She jokes with a beaming smile.
“Bowling it is. I haven’t been bowling for years and it does sound like fun. Prepare to have your cute, little ass whooped.” That declaration makes Amy giggle as I request our check and pay the cashier so we can leave.
The nearest bowling alley is about a ten-minute drive away. We head out and are soon greeted by the red and purple neon lights of Pin Heads Bowl-A-Rama. The smell of lane oil and the sound of balls crashing into pins greets us as we approach the control desk to reserve a lane. We trade our street shoes for some old, scuffed, rental bowling shoes and make our way over to lane number 12. The place is busy for a Saturday night. I guess maybe bowling is becoming popular again.
“I’m going to go get us a couple of balls to play with.” Ouch, that came out all wrong. Amy can’t help but bust out laughing. I can’t believe I said that. “You know what I mean.” There’s no way to talk my way out of that one, so I hang my head and just go collect the house balls while Amy types our names into the scorer. I’m having a great time ribbing her for each gutter ball she gets and high fiving her for each spare and strike she picks up. She does her fair share of teasing me as well, especially when I almost fell on my ass slipping on the lane oil.
We’re entertaining the couple on the next lane over with our antics and teasing. We decide to compete against each other. Bryan and his girlfriend Olivia against me and Amy. They’re not much better at bowling than we are. My last ball ends in a strike and we win. Amy jumps up into my arms in celebration and plants a quick smooch on my lips. I can’t help myself, so I deepen the kiss by wrapping one arm around her back to hold her up and the other behind her neck to pull her body flush to mine, intensifying the kiss. She goes soft in my arms and opens her mouth at the coaxing of my tongue and I slip inside. Our tongues duel each other in small circles. Amy tastes like the peppermint gum she had been chewing. I’m so hungry for this girl. We must be in a full on make out session because a clearing of someone’s throat breaks us out of our sensual haze.
“Hey, man, way to celebrate, but get a room before you burn up the lanes with all the heat you two are putting off,” Bryan says jokingly. I rub my nose against Amy’s one last time and put her down. She has the sweetest blush on her face and is clearly embarrassed. We thank Bryan and Olivia for the friendly competition, trade in our rental shoes for our own and leave the bowling alley. It’s getting late and I have an early session with Riven in the morning. My ass will be dragging if I don’t get some rest, so I turn towards Amy’s house to drop her off. I plan on giving her the gift that’s hidden in my glove compartment and making her promise to see me again tomorrow. All too soon I pull up into her driveway and there’s a green sedan parked next to Amy’s car. Must belong to GG and Pops because it wasn’t here earlier.
“Before we say goodnight, I have something I want to give you.” She looks confused, so I reach over, open the glove box and grab the small gray velvet pouch. I gently place it in Amy’s hand and watch as she pulls open the string and pours the contents into her palm. She examines the silver bracelet and fingers the pink bead that’s attached.
“How? Why?” She clearly doesn’t understand and looks like she’s going to cry.
“Amy, baby, in the short time I’ve known you I’ve come to care about you deeply. That’s what the pink bead signifies, caring. I want you always to have a reminder of that. I’ve also been told that each color bead has a special meaning.” I help her clasp the bracelet around her left wrist; it looks perfect. “As we continue to see one another and our relationship evolves, I’ll add other beads to it, so you always know and can be reminded of my feelings for you.”
“That’s the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me, Derrick. Thank you.” She gives a little sniffle and I see a single tear run down her cheek. I reach out quickly and wipe it away with my thumb and lick the moisture off my finger.
“I hope those were happy tears.”
“They were.” She answers.
“Good, because I’ve taken your happiness inside me.” She gives a small laugh and I know I’ve just squashed any doubts she had about me. I quickly get out of the car to help her out. Closing the door I push her up against the closed door, hook my thumbs through her belt loops and pull her body flush to mine. She wraps her hands around the back of my head and pulls my lips down to hers. We devour each other; our tongues are sweeping hot and desperate against each other. I meet her desperation and urgency, sucking at her tongue and nipping at her lips. I want to drown in this girl and never come up for air. I can feel her nipples poking through her shirt and the little sighs of pleasure she’s making are turning me on. My dick is straining at my zipper, eager to get out. I should end this, it’s too soon for her. Before I can even voice that thought, she’s pulled her lips away.
“Derrick, we’ve got to stop, as much as I enjoy kissing you, we’ve got to stop. I’m not ready for the next step yet. Do you understand?”
With a groan of frustration I answer. “It’s okay, baby, we can take all the time you need. I’m not going anywhere.” I assure her and kiss her one last time on her forehead. Walking her to the front door, I wait for her to go inside and vanish from my eyes until I see her again tomorrow. I adjust the hard on in my jeans and head back to my car. I’ll see her again in about fourteen hours. The countdown starts now.
Chapter #8
Nerd Girl Problem #108
ALWAYS wear the proper workout attire thereby saving yourself from public humiliation when they notice your immature taste in undergarments. Damn those pussies!
Layla called me bright and early the next morning for details on my date with Derrick. I shared everything with her and including the toe-curling, panty melting kisses we shared. She was adequately pleased and gave herself snaps for making all this possible. So, of course, I had to be thankful and fluff her up by proclaiming her an all knowing matchmaking genius. My best friend even shared the details of a certain phone call from Riven that she received yesterday. Well, surprise, surprise. Apparently those two are going on a date this coming Wednesday. Layla had me rolling, I was laughing so hard, as she squealed, yes squealed, her excitement about her date. I guess both of us have something t
o be excited about.
“Jenks, he seems like a genuinely great guy and he’s super funny. I was laughing the whole time we talked. He’s so different from Troy; it’s like night and day.”
“I’m happy for you, Layla. I hope your date goes well and he’s everything you’ve been looking for. He isn’t a chore to look at either, so that’s a plus. Did our luck with guys just change overnight or am I dreaming?”
“I don’t know, girl, but if I’m dreaming right now, I’ll deck you one if you wake me up.”
We have a good laugh about our giddy school girl interest in these two guys and promise to get together for lunch sometime this week. Clyde is making himself comfortable laying on my feet and I get a couple hours of studying in for my upcoming final exams. I’m engrossed in the material when my cell phone rings, displaying Derrick’s number on my caller ID.
“Hey you, how was your training session this morning? Did you pump that iron?” I greet making him laugh.
“Oh yeah, I’m pumped. How’s my girl today?” OMG, he just called me his girl. That just put a huge smile on my face and sent those butterflies in my stomach fluttering around again.
“I’m ok, been doing some homework and talked to Layla this morning, she had some interesting news to share.”
“Yeah, what’s that?” Huh, I guess Riven didn’t tell him about his upcoming date with Layla. That’s odd. I thought guys shared that kind of stuff with each other.
“Riven called Layla to ask her out; they have a date for this Wednesday. He didn’t tell you?”