by Whitney D.
“No.”
“Okay,” he stood and rifled through the linen closet, grabbing a blue wash cloth and running it under the faucet before pressing it to my cheeks.
He pulled me up a bit, before laying my head in his lap. He tucked my hair behind my ear before he ran his fingers through it, attempting to soothe me.
We laid there like that for a long time and he didn't ask again about why I was wasted.. alone.. in a bar.. on a week night.
“Shit. What time is it?”
“Why? You need to be somewhere in the middle of the night?”
“No, but I'm supposed to work in the morning.”
“Call in sick.”
“No. I can't do that.”
“Yes you can. Spend the day with me instead. I promise to load you up on gallons of water and Advil. From the looks of it, you're going to need it.”
I pursed my lips, half smiled, and nudged him in the stomach with my elbow.
“And if I say yes, what we will do?”
“I'm sure I will come up with something,” I wasn't looking at him as he spoke, but I could hear the smile in the tone of his voice.
I went to sit up, “Ohhhhh my.”
Pressing my hand to my forehead, the pain of drinking way too much was beginning to settle in.
“Let me get you something for your head.”
I simply nodded before he left me propped against the wall, only to return seconds later with a large glass of ice water and a paper cup with two white pills in it.
“This should help.”
I tossed the pills into my mouth and chased them back with the water.
“So.... is that a yes then?”
“If I say no will you relentlessly keep asking?”
“I think you already know the answer to that.”
“Then yes, let's not delay the inevitable.”
He fought a smile that was forming, but when he could no longer hold it back, he gleamed – showing me just how genuinely happy he was by me simply agreeing to spend the day with him.
“I need to go home, get some sleep, take a shower, oh God... and brush my teeth. Can you pick me up in the morning? Better make it late morning.”
“Uh uh uh... you are not getting away that easy.”
I furrowed my brow at him.
“Let me take you home. I'll pick you up later. You can leave your car here and then after our day tomorrow, you can drive yourself home.”
“Sebastian... I can drive. I'm fine.”
“I know you are, but I want to.”
Forfeiting, I simply nodded before he stood and offered his hand to me to help me up.
Two minutes later we were inside the Bronco heading back in to town.
“So... where do you live?”
“Traxton Downs.”
“Shut up. Really?”
“Yes.”
“My best buddy lives in there. That's crazy.”
“All this time you were so close, yet I had no idea. Kind of a shame if you ask me,” I teased.
“What side do you live on?”
“The old side.”
There was a newer area of Traxton Downs, but the area I lived in was nearly fifteen years old. I wondered just how many times he'd driven into my neighborhood to visit his friend.
“Wait. Is it Sam? No fucking way. Is Sam still your best friend?”
The mood suddenly changed as I mentioned his friend from our glory days.
“No. Sam doesn't live there.”
“How is Sam anyway? Do you guys still talk?”
He blew out a ragged puff of air, “Sam died, Emery.”
“WHAT?”
As we pulled up to a red light, he turned his frame slightly towards me.
“Fallujah in 2003. Two years after graduation, Anna broke up with him. We felt like we didn't really have anything going for us, so Sam and I joined the Marines. Right before we were set to leave, I backed out. I never once tried to stop him. You know that fucker wouldn't have listened even if I had tried,” he laughed. “Six months in to his first tour, his unit was sent on an overnight mission. Their Humvee ran over an IED and blew them to pieces. Sam held on for two days in excruciating pain at some shit hospital in the desert before he died. When his mom called me a few days after he passed, I immediately blamed myself. I'm still not right because of it.”
I moved my hand to his and squeezed, “It's not your fault, Sebastian.”
“I know, but the burden is mine. I should have stopped him. If he hadn't gone... nevermind.”
I fake smiled - I couldn't even imagine what that kind of guilt felt like.
13
We arrived to the front gate of my neighborhood twenty minutes later.
He pushed in a gate code that I could only assume was the one he used to enter when he was visiting his friend.
“Make a left and take the first right.”
He followed my instructions with precision.
He stopped the car in the road a few houses down from mine, “That one.”
“What?”
“That one - with the blue shutters. Is that your house?”
“How did you....?”
“Know? Simple. All the others look exactly the same. You have always been anything but ordinary, Emery. That's why I fell in love with you. Just how long after you moved in did you paint it?”
I shook my head - he really did know me all too well.
“I painted it the weekend after we moved in.”
There it was... the big fat we - as in me and Matt. He didn't seem to notice, but I quickly changed the subject.
“You want me to walk you up?”
“I'd love that actually.”
I got out before he had a chance to open the door for me, but I waited on the curb for him to join me.
Strolling slowly to the front door, I folded my hands in front of me. His were planted deep inside of his pockets, and his eyes stayed glued to the pavement as we made it up the front steps.
I turned to face him and although he turned to face me too, his eyes didn't look up to mine.
“Sebastian?”
“What are we doing, Emery?”
“Matt filed for divorce. I didn't want to tell you like this, but I feel like you should know. He was cheating on me with one of his grad students. She's pregnant. My life is a fucking mess right now. So that's that. Okay, goodnight,” I turned to go inside when he didn't immediately respond.
“I love you.”
With my hand still on the door knob, I turned to look at him from over my shoulder.
“I know,” I smiled.
He came closer, planting a tiny kiss on my exposed cheek. As soon as his lips left my flesh, I brought my hand up to touch the spot where the warmth of his lips still lingered.
“Goodnight Emery. I'll pick you up at eleven.”
“Goodnight Sebastian.”
I went inside immediately, and flipped the porch light on for him as he made his way back to the car.
I felt like I was fifteen again... it felt like nothing had changed. Except this time, there was nothing stopping us from being together. I drew myself a bath and soaked away my hangover. By the time I got out, the water was freezing and my fingers were pruney.
It was a solid hour or two after Sebastian brought me home before I finally put myself to bed. For the first time in weeks, I slept like a rock and although I was sure that my divorce would inevitably result in more anger and tears in the future, I felt at peace knowing that it was over. It hadn't felt right in a while. Matt and I were so desperately trying to hold together the broken pieces of our marriage that we had become completely oblivious to the fact that we were beyond the point of fixing things.
I set the alarm on my phone for 9AM and texted the overnight charge nurse to let her know I wouldn't be in the next day. I never called in sick and I certainly never played hooky. It felt weird because I was what most would consider a devout good-girl. I didn't do things like that ever, but Sebastian had ign
ited something inside of me over the past two days and I was feeling daring and free as a bird.
My alarm went off as expected yanking me from my dreams. I was crazy to think he'd even realize it, but I wore a black skirt, white top, a red cardigan with some silver ballet flats. It wasn't exactly the same outfit that I'd worn all those years ago, but it was the same colors.
When he rang the bell at precisely eleven o'clock my foot was tapping nervously against the floor and I'd been waiting impatiently on the sofa for a solid half an hour beforehand.
Rushing from the couch, I grabbed my wristlet from the table near the door and flew outside literally falling into Sebastian's arms, a little too excited for our day together.
Steadying me on my own two feet, he asked if everything was okay.
“Yes.”
Then his eyes trailed slowly from my face, down further where they lingered for a lengthy amount of time on my tits, then down further to my skirt, and then eventually settling on my silver flats.
“You look fucking hot.”
Surprisingly, they were the same exact words he'd said all those years ago on the night he picked me up for our date. It was the night he popped my cherry. And just as soon as the words left his lips, it had become clear that he knew my outfit looked similar.
“Did you wear that on purpose?”
“What?”
“I've fantasized about you every night in that outfit - letting me finger you, the sounds you made, you squirming under my touch, the smell of you on me.”
Liquid heat pooled between my legs as he divulged how much he craved me. As he came closer to me, I stepped back further and further until he had my back pressed against the door. Steadying himself, he pressed his right hand to the door frame next to my head as he leaned into me.
“Maybe we should just skip the pre-game and get right down to business? Invite me in, Emery.”
His pupils dilated as his lids narrowed, boring a hole right through me. My chest suddenly tightened and before I realized what I was doing, I nodded slowly. Heat radiated through my chest as I became increasingly convinced that he could hear the heavy throbbing of my heart.. thud, thud, thud.
I didn’t look away as I moved my hand behind me to search for the knob. When I found it, my lips parted as a ragged breath escaped from deep within my core. The tip of Sebastian's finger grazed my chin, lifting it slightly to bring my eyes in line with his. As he raised a questioning brow at me, I twisted the knob before pressing my back firmly against the door to let us inside. We moved unsteadily backwards into the house, our eyes not once disconnecting from one another. My hands grew flaccid as I dropped my keys and wristlet, letting them fall freely to the foyer floor.
After that, it escalated quickly. Sebastian slammed the door shut behind him with one sharp sweep of his foot. We didn’t make it out of the foyer before he grasped my waist with his large hands, turned me, and propped my back against the door. He fell to his knees, and as he lifted my skirt, he looked up at me for validation of what was about to happen. His tongue moved slowly along the firm line of his lips, wetting them as if he was about to devour his last meal. My posture softened a bit as I leaned against the door in anticipation.
“Please, Sebastian....” I begged.
His greedy fingers, tugged my panties aside before he lifted my right leg, and draped it over his shoulder giving him better access to what he wanted.
His pointer finger slid teasingly across my clit before it made its way inside of me. My head fell back, as every muscle in my body responded to his touch. My mouth opened uncontrollably and as I glanced down, a rush of warmth flooded through my limbs.
“Fuck Em... Do you have any fucking idea how bad I've wanted to feel you again...” he groaned as his finger slid into me again, finding me soaking wet and ready.
After inserting a second finger, the tip of his tongue brushed gently over my swollen clit before he began sucking and rolling it between his eager lips.
Three torture filled minutes later, he withdrew his fingers from inside of me. I stared incredulously as he brought them to his mouth and sucked my arousal from them, savoring every last drop.
A moment later, his mouth dipped to my glistening slit and as he slid his tongue inside of me, the pad of his thumb vibrated against my clit with a delicious pressure. I moved back and forth, rolling my hips against his mouth while he fucked me with his tongue. When my quivering legs grew incapable of holding me up, I tightened my palm against the back of his head to steady myself.
Seconds later, he removed my leg from his shoulder, and stood. His face glistened with my arousal and I smiled coyly as I shook my head at the sight of his disheveled hair.
“Suck my cock.”
I didn’t think. I simply bowed down, falling gracefully to my knees in front of him. My hands immediately gravitated to the zipper of his jeans, tugging it down as a heavy sigh escaped his lips.
He slipped his pants down and I reached inside of his boxers, springing his firm cock from it's cotton prison.
My expression immediately blanched, “A little bigger than you last remember?”
A smirk took place along his face when I looked up at him sarcastically.
His cock was definitely larger than I remembered it being. It became immediately apparent that his muscles were not the only thing to have increased in size since we were kids. Veins bulged from under the skin and as I brought my lips to the tip, it twitched just a bit in response to me. He stroked the entire length in his palm twice before I ran the flat of my tongue slowly over the head and further down along the shaft.
“FUCK.”
Grabbing my hair in a tight fist, he guided my mouth onto his jutting length. My mouth filled with thick saliva and my insides turned to mush as his cock hit the back of my throat.
I'd be lying if I said that my sexual experience was any thing like what it was the last time we'd been together. As a matter of fact, I'd given plenty of head in college. I was somewhat ashamed of what a tramp I'd been during my first two years as an undergrad considering I took little to no precautions against disease and pregnancy. Luckily I came out mostly unscathed but much more experienced than before.
When Sebastian first started to fuck my mouth, I could tell he was trying to take it slow, not fully thrusting as hard and as deep as he really wanted to. It became evident that I surprised him a little when I deep-throated him on my own accord because he grunted, “Fuck, when did you learn how to do that?”
My cheeks tightened as I tried to smile with him still buried deep in the back of my throat. Once he noticed my lack of gagging, he was no longer gentle. I clasped my hands behind me like a perfect little submissive vixen as I let him take the reigns.
He fucked my mouth for a solid five minutes before I could tell he was close to coming. Growing more rigid inside of my mouth, I could taste the pre-cum as it seeped slowly from the tip, alerting me to pace myself.
Pulling out of my mouth suddenly, he released his clutch on my hair and reached down, grasping my arm and tugging me up to stand in front of him. I pushed out my bottom lip and give him the largest puppy-dog eyes I was capable of as I pouted at the sudden change in his demeanor.
“I'm not wasting my first deserving orgasm in twelve years on your mouth.”
He bent, lifting me effortlessly before tossing me over his shoulder and walking us towards the back of the house.
“That one,” looking up, I pointed to the closed guest room door.
Once inside, he made his way to the bed, where he laid me down on my back. As he glared down at me, he brought three firm fingers to his tongue, wetting them with precision.
Nearing the edge of the bed, he tugged my legs to position me in front of him. Forcefully, his hands moved to my knees nudging them open to spread my thighs as wide as he could.
Moving his hand down, he enclosed his firm cock in the palm of his hand before stroking himself slowly. His eyes weren't on mine as you would've expected, instead they were plastere
d on my soaking wet cunt. I smirk and bit back a tiny laugh when I noticed him beginning to lose control. I watch, mesmerized by his hand as it slipped down his shaft to the base where it would still for a moment before extending forward once more. Then his palm would rub over the head of his cock before beginning the sequence again. I looked on with expectation as I unconsciously licked my lips in response.
Propping myself up, I removed my shirt and bra in one swift motion before tossing them to the floor. Sebastian's eyes followed my clothes when I threw them, and when he looked back to me, I slowly trailed my fingers down to my clit for a little self pleasure. His eyes widened in surprise before he took his free hand to my cunt, pressing two fingers inside of me.
My legs went slack as they fell to the bed, opening me further. As I closed my eyes, I relished in the way he was making my body feel, but could hear the smile in his voice when he instructed me on what to do, “Yeah baby, rub your pussy. Make yourself feel good. Is this how you were doing it when I caught you? Fuck that's so hot.”
“Yessssss. Oh God. It feels soooo good... please Sebastian.”
“Please what?”
“Fuck me. I told you it would lead to this. And now you will fuck me because you want to. You've never wanted anything so bad in your entire life. Am I right?” I looked at him under the veil of my thick lashes as I begged him to fill me.
He didn't immediately respond, instead he increased the speed of his thrusting fingers. Wetness began to seep from the seam between my legs and I felt it as it ran down the crack of my ass, eventually pooling into the slate colored bed sheets beneath me.
Several heavy moans escaped my mouth as the pressure continued to build between my legs. My head thrashed back and forth, as my fingers rub furiously over my swollen clit.
“Suck.”
Withdrawing his fingers from inside of me, Sebastian leaned forward, offering them to me. Tilting up to meet his slick fingers, I opened my mouth slowly for him. As soon as his fingers push past my lips, I savor the proof of my desire and I whimper in satisfaction.
“See how sweet you taste,” he grunted as he leaned forward sucking one rosy nipple between his teeth.
His free hand palmed my other breast, as it overflowed in his grasp before he rolled my nipple between two fingers, causing me to scream in delight.