by Claire Adams
“This is great. What are you talking about?” Johnny pulled me close and kissed me on the lips, breaking away to look around. “I thought you’d have some embarrassing like…a pink and purple room.”
“Oh God, no. Even when I was a kid, my mom would have insisted on ‘blush’ and ‘mauve’ — tasteful colors.” I rolled my eyes, laughing, and wandered over to my vanity. None of my makeup was on it, it had all come with me, but I could picture where everything had been. Johnny was meandering around my room, taking everything in, and I watched him in the mirror, smiling to myself. I was so glad that he hadn’t been either disgusted by my parents’ wealth or opportunistic about it, that he wasn’t overly impressed but he wasn’t filled with contempt. I heard the bedroom door close and looked up to see Johnny approaching me from behind, his face in the mirror showing a little mischievous grin.
He began to kiss the back of my neck, his hands sliding over the front of my body, caressing me through my dress. I shivered, leaning back against him instinctively before the reality of the situation set in. “Mmm — Johnny, no…we can’t do this, we’ll get caught.” Johnny was already reaching down, his hands slipping along the hem of my cocktail dress, pulling it up slightly. His fingers brushed against my thighs, leaving a tingle in their wake and I found myself starting to get wet as he nuzzled against me, as he nibbled along the back of my neck. He slid his hand between my legs and began to rub my pussy through the thin lace of my panties, his teeth sinking into my shoulder just enough to make me gasp and shiver.
“No one will come up,” Johnny murmured, his fingers somehow finding my clit. He brought one hand back up and cupped my breast, giving it a playful squeeze. “Think of how hot it would be…no one knowing you’re up here having your brains fucked out while they’re talking about stocks and casseroles.” I giggled. I couldn’t help but feel incredibly turned on as Johnny’s hand slipped under my panties, stroking and rubbing me.
He pushed me forward gently, and I let out a soft moan as he lifted the skirt of my dress up over my hips. It was like the closet at the country club; I bit my lip, watching both of us in the mirror. Johnny tugged my panties down over my hips, his fingers brushing against the curve of my ass, and he flashed me a grin in the mirror. “God, you look so hot like this, Becky,” he told me. I watched as he quickly unbuttoned and unzipped his fly, not even tugging his pants down, just moving his boxers aside to free his hard cock.
I closed my eyes as he thrust into me from behind, hard and fast, his hips slamming into my ass. I grabbed at the vanity, pushing back to meet him as Johnny started moving inside of me right away, rocking against me, his cock sliding deeper and deeper every moment. I could just barely hear the sound of all of the people downstairs, the dull roar of their conversations muted by the closed door. Any moment, someone could take it into their heads to come upstairs. They might hear me moaning out as Johnny pounded into me from behind, his hands moving over my hips, holding me tight right where he wanted me.
One of his hands slithered up along the front of my dress; I’d chosen one with a lower neckline than what I’d worn to the country club. Johnny tugged the front of it down, pulling my bra with it, and I opened my eyes to see my breasts shaking from the force of his thrusts and his hand cup me, his fingers finding my nipple, rolling and twisting it to send a jolt of hot, electric pleasure through me. We started moving together faster and faster, and Johnny’s hand slipped down between my legs once more, rubbing and stroking my clit in tight little circles that sent tingles through me with every thrust of his hips.
I hit my orgasm all at once, crying out — forgetting everyone downstairs completely as wave after wave of pleasure washed through me with the force of a tsunami. Johnny came a few moments later, thrusting into me hard and fast, and I felt the gush of his orgasm, felt his cock twitching inside of me even as his fingers continued to work me, even as he kept thrusting into me, bringing my climax higher and higher. We both slowed to a stop, me barely holding myself up against my vanity, my breasts still shaking from the force of my panting breaths as Johnny sagged against my body.
As I came back to myself, I started laughing, shaking my head at my own reflection. “God, I look like a total slut,” I said. Johnny stood upright, and I felt his cock move inside of me, twitching slightly in renewed desire.
“Nah. You look gorgeous. Both in the mirror and from back here.” He slipped out of me and I took a deep breath to compose myself, knowing that we had to get back downstairs before someone noticed we were gone. I pulled up my panties, still feeling the sticky slickness of my fluids and Johnny’s mingling, soaking into the fabric of my underwear. Johnny fixed the front of my dress, giving my breasts a lingering caress before he leaned in to kiss me.
We held hands as we went back downstairs; my cheeks were still flushed, but as far as I could tell, no one had noticed where we’d come from or even that we’d been gone. We grinned at each other over and over again, amused at the fact that we’d been able to screw like horny rabbits so close to the stupid party full of people. Every so often, I gave Johnny’s hand a playful squeeze and he looked at me, and I could see that he wanted more; so did I. But as fun as it had been, I wanted to wait until we could be alone again — I didn’t want to entirely make a mess of my parents’ anniversary.
Chapter Nine
We were finally on our way home; I was tired, but pleased. Mom had liked Johnny even better than she had the first time she’d met him, and Dad had made a point of telling me while Johnny was off looking for a bottle of water for me that I’d picked a great guy and that it was obvious that Johnny felt really strongly about me. Everyone had loved him, and it had been great to put one over on people who I knew would look down their nose at Johnny just because he hadn’t grown up with wealthy parents.
I yawned and stretched, pulling my hand free of Johnny’s just long enough to get the tension out of my shoulders. I was tired, but part of me wished I could bring Johnny up to my dorm again and have one last, quick session of lovemaking before I went to sleep. I grinned to myself, remembering the way we’d looked in the mirror, remembering the illicit, forbidden pleasure of Johnny taking me from behind in my own teenaged bedroom while my parents mingled with their pretentious guests below.
There was something definitely more thrilling about fooling around like that where we could get caught; it was exciting, knowing that at any moment someone could pass by and hear us, come into my room. My parents could have seen us go upstairs — anyone could have — and then not come down immediately, they could have gotten suspicious and decided to investigate. It had been the same way with our tryst in the closet, the need to try and keep just a little bit quiet, and with Johnny’s scheme of getting into my dorm room to have sex. I definitely wanted to mostly stick to having sex in places where we weren’t going to be overheard or at least, where neither of us was going to get in trouble for it. But every once in a while, it was so much fun to take the little risk, to get more and more excited at the prospect of maybe getting caught.
“I know you don’t think very highly of your parents,” Johnny said, giving my hand a squeeze, “But your Dad’s not that bad with a hockey stick.” I laughed.
“I’m telling you, I had no idea at all that he even knew what hockey was. I swear, they live double lives.”
“Next thing you know you’ll find out your mom was a drug-runner in college,” Johnny joked.
“Oh God, that would actually be pretty cool and daring. No, I’m sure she was just as boring as ever — color-coordinated sheets, sorority pin, pledging her eternal sisterhood.”
“Hey, sororities get pretty wild. Maybe she ran afoul of a drug cartel on a trip to Cancun.”
“I am not joining a sorority.”
“Aww, not even our sister organization? You could get your mom to help us plan our parties and themes!”
“Ugh, everything would be so sickening. No. No sororities for me, no eternal sisterhood of the traveling pants.” Johnny cracked up, reaching o
ver to give my thigh a squeeze.
“I had a great time,” he said, smiling in the glow of the dashboard lights. “It was really good meeting everyone.”
“Everyone liked you so much! I was really pleased,” I smiled, remembering all the envying glances. “Just don’t follow any of those old cougar trophy wives into the garden, please. I’d have to kill you. And them. I’d bring so much shame upon my family.”
“Why would I go anywhere with them? I’ve got you.” Johnny glanced over at me with a smile and I felt my heart skip a beat.
We talked about the party, about how ridiculous everyone was, about stupid little things we’d seen on campus as Johnny sped down the highway heading back to campus. My parents hesitantly had invited us to stay the night and get a fresh start in the morning, but they had made it clear that Johnny would have to spend the night in one of the guest rooms; I figured I could sleep alone as well in the dorms as I could at home and Johnny was almost as anxious to get away as I was, once he knew that there wouldn’t be any chance of sneaking into my room after everyone had left.
I worried a little bit about what he had said — and what had hung in the air unsaid — about the fact that he didn’t go home very much, that he lived so far away from his parents. I wondered if there was something wrong between him and them; while I was irritated by my own parents’ pretentiousness and insistence that I should marry a good rich boy and not have to work for a living, I still loved them and even enjoyed spending time with them from time to time. It seemed strange for Johnny to have no real connection to his parents at all.
We talked about our classes, about the things going on in the frat and in the dorms, and I started yawning more and more. I could feel the tenderness between my legs, the ache in my hips from taking Johnny from behind. I giggled quietly to myself, squirming and feeling the lingering dampness of my panties. It had been a thrill of its own to walk around after our tryst, able to constantly feel that little reminder of what we’d done and knowing that no one else in the entire house had a clue what had happened — not even my parents.
I felt stupid for my paranoid, panicked thoughts as Johnny drove us the long distance from my parents’ house back to campus. How could I have ever thought he was some kind of girlfriend-killing sociopath? Claire White’s suicide had been a tragedy and it was cruel of me to have even thought for a second that someone as kind and sweet as Johnny was could have done anything to make it happen. I had seen him in action and he had had a dozen opportunities to show any hidden “true colors” of darkness if he had them. No one could be that wonderful one moment and a total unrepentant abuser the next. It just wasn’t possible.
Johnny joked about how he would tell all the frat guys that he’d “struck gold” with me, letting them think that he meant how wealthy my family was and how well-connected, when what he really knew the “prize” as he put it, was me myself. “Don’t get me wrong; if any of those guys I played hockey with wants to give me a job when I graduate, I’m not going to turn them down.”
“Aren’t you planning on going into the majors?” I asked him. Johnny shrugged.
“It’s iffy, getting in there. There’s a lot of scrutiny. I’d love to keep playing, but it’s really difficult to get a spot on a team.” He looked at me. “Besides, I’d hate to spend so much time away from you.”
“But if you love to play…” I realized I was talking as if we’d just go on being together and felt an instinctive spurt of fear that had nothing to do with baseless suspicions. “I mean, don’t rule anything out. You’re a great player, you’ve got good grades.”
“We’ll see how the future unfolds. For now, I’m happy to just be with you and get through school as well as I can manage.”
We finally made it back to campus and Johnny pulled into the temporary parking next to the dorms. I was exhausted, but as he lifted me down from the high seat, wrapping his arms around me, I thought about what it would take to sneak Johnny into my room again. He kissed me, his hands wandering over my body slowly — not enough to be indecent, but enough to set a little tingling fire starting through my belly, down into my hips. I wanted him. I wished that I had the energy to do more than kiss him; I wished that the stupid dorm wasn’t girls-only at night.
Johnny and I kissed for what seemed like hours, breaking away to murmur silly little things to each other before starting up again. I knew that neither of us wanted to separate, that neither of us wanted to be the one to break off and end the night. It had been a stupid party with my parents, but the little tryst in my bedroom and the drive to and from had made it a lot better than it might have been. I hoped that I would never have to go to another one of my parents’ events by myself ever again — and I hoped, deep down, that I could just keep going to them with Johnny.
Finally, Johnny broke away from my lips, looking down at me. We were both panting slightly, and I could feel the ridge of his hardening erection pressing into me, showing that he was starting to get as turned on as I was. We’d have to stop or find a way to keep going somewhere more private. “There’s something I’ve been wanting to tell you,” Johnny said, smiling slightly at me. “Since the moment I first laid eyes on you, actually.” I tilted my head, confused. A little voice in the back of my mind warned me to expect something terrible, though it wouldn’t specify exactly what it could be.
“What’s that?” I asked, smiling up at him. Johnny kissed me lightly on the lips once more, barely a peck.
“I love you.” My eyes widened. Of all the things I had expected to come out of his mouth, that had not been on the list; we had only been seeing each other a few weeks. I couldn’t imagine any guy Johnny’s age or mine being ready to say that so soon. He’d wanted to tell me that since he first saw me?
“You’re kidding me,” I said, giving him a playful nudge. Johnny shook his head, still smiling.
“Nope. Ever since you ran into me, right when that happened and I saw your beautiful face, I thought to myself ‘God, I love this girl.’” I blushed, smiling like an idiot.
“Before you even knew my name?” I laughed, delighted and more pleased than I could ever remember being. “What if my name was like—Gretchen, or something?” Johnny laughed.
“I don’t love you for your name, dummy,” he told me, kissing my forehead. “I love you because you’re sweet and beautiful and funny and smart.” Johnny kissed my lips once more. “I never want to be without you again. I want to just keep making you happy, making you smile exactly like this.” I blushed a deeper red, not quite able to meet his gaze for a moment.
“I love you, too,” I said finally, looking up into his bright eyes. We kissed one final time and then Johnny broke away, giving me a nudge towards the dorms. I watched him climb up into the truck and walked towards the entrance of the dorm building, still smiling like an idiot.
Chapter Ten
A few days later, I was once more happy, comfortable, and content with my life the way it stood. I was confident about Johnny and how he felt about me, I was glad that I hadn’t broached what was probably a needlessly painful subject just to satisfy stupid paranoia that I was feeling. Whoever had commented anonymously on Claire White’s memorial page obviously had a grudge against Johnny and the stupid girl from the dining hall had obviously just wanted me out of the way so that she could go after him herself. Everything was the way that it should be.
I had told Georgia the next morning after my parents’ anniversary party about what Johnny had said and she had beamed. “See? I told you you should give him the benefit of the doubt.” I felt a little guilty over the fact that I had let her linger in the belief that Johnny and I had talked about the situation even though we hadn’t, but I couldn’t bring myself to correct her. But everything was all good in my life, so it wasn’t like there was much to worry about on that score.
Just like we had before, Johnny and I texted each other constantly through the rest of the weekend, chatting about silly things — stupid class assignments and group projects, thin
gs going on in the Phi Kappa house, and upcoming games. There was an away game coming up, which made me a little sad. After taking a few days away from him, I wanted to make up for lost time. But I knew that I didn’t really have much grounds to complain. After all, if Johnny wasn’t the hotshot hockey player that he had always been, he might not have had those particular qualities that made me love him. I didn’t want to change anything about him at all.
I went to class and managed to focus on the things the professors were saying; it was definitely better for everyone when Johnny and I were together — at least from my perspective. I could daydream about him and still manage to get my notes down, still manage to somehow absorb whatever was going on around me. It was a really good compromise and I indulged myself as much as I could stand, especially when it came to telling Johnny about the little fantasies I entertained or hearing about the ones he had thought up involving me.
We could go out to the woods again, make a whole night of it, Johnny suggested. Not just have s’mores, but actually cook a meal, and then I’ve got this really comfy tent we could sleep in…or not sleep, haha. I countered that he would have to find a way to deal with the mosquitoes and he suggested that keeping me in the tent through the night was good enough to prevent getting bitten.