Something Wonderful

by M. Clarke

  “You’re still in bed,” he exclaimed, scouring his eyes over me. “I should’ve come earlier.”

  “Max isn’t here. Earlier?”

  “Open the door, Becca or I’ll let myself in. We have things to do. I know where Max is.” As Matthew took a step toward me, I had no choice but to back away.

  “We?” I crossed my arms and stood next to my bedroom door while Matthew leaned against the dining table. “I don’t recall ‘we’ made any plans; and don’t you have to work?”

  “When you work for yourself, you can set your own time. Kind of like you. Besides, we’re a little slow since it’s the day after Christmas, so we gave everyone the day off.”

  “That’s nice,” I said sincerely, nodding my head, wondering why he’d come.

  Matthew cleared his throat and did a once over on me with his eyes. “Are you going to stand there and undress for me or are you going to get some clothes on?” He curled his lips into a cocky smirk, and then sat on the chair.

  What did he just say? “What?” I stammered. Since he kept making me flush with embarrassment from his comments and actions, I decided to return the favor. Not knowing how this would play out, I built up the courage and swayed my hips as I sashayed my way toward him. I pretended to be one of the characters I just read about. It was easier to be bold when role playing. “Maybe, I’ll undress for you,” I said in my most seductive tone.

  Matthew looked completely surprised; his eyes growing wider with every step I took. My sexy stride toward him appeared to fill him with a look of passion. Still keeping my eyes locked onto his as my tongue sensually glided across my bottom lip, I pulled the tie allowing my robe to fall open slightly, but not all the way, as I stood in front of him.

  Looking like I was ready to give him a lap dance, I lifted my legs one at a time to straddle him. Wrapping my arms around his shoulders, I let my hair fall on his face. When I heard an intake of breath from him, I imagined his dick inside me.

  My mouth found the side of his neck, and brushed against it with a delicate stroke of my lips. He stiffened and his breath hitched when I moved my body, writhing as if he was inside me and I made the most pleasurable moaning sound. Holy shit! I was turning myself on.

  “Becca, you don’t want to do that,” he snarled through his teeth with that low, gruff sound. He may have been right, but I was having too much fun. I didn’t want to stop just yet.

  Taking a fistful of his hair with both of my hands, I turned his face to expose the side of his neck. I wanted him to think I was going to run my tongue there, but instead I nipped the tip of his ear and growled slowly, “Is this what you wanted? Do you want more or shall I stop?”

  Recalling the incident in the kitchen when he pulled out the waterspout and talked dirty to me, I wanted to reciprocate. Before he could answer, I continued. “I’m going to ride you so hard and fast, your dick will melt in my pussy. I’ll be so wet for you, it will drive you crazy. You’ll be begging me for more or you’ll be begging me to stop. Your choice.”

  Matthew let out a deep breath, but didn’t say a word. For the first time, he was speechless. His hands lifted, then dropped several times, seemingly fighting what he wanted to do. Before the teasing got out of hand, I pulled back and stood up, but I wasn’t finished just yet. Seductively, I let the robe slowly slide off, only to reveal a tank top and cotton shorts. I even had the words Victoria’s Secret written across my ass.

  I could see the amusing, yet disappointed look in his eyes, but he let out a hearty laugh when I walked away from him. Looking over my shoulder, I watched as Matthew swept his hair back, released a heavy, sharp sigh, and glanced at me. His legs sprawled out in front, his arms dangled lazily, and he looked totally drained. I was pretty sure I just left him with a case of blue balls. Who was blushing now? Too bad, he didn’t know how much he turned me on and how much I wanted to continue what I was doing.

  Even after my little performance, Matthew wanted to take me out, so I agreed. Seeing he was wearing a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, I knew it was a warm day so I dressed accordingly. After I changed, I went to the bathroom and quickly smeared sunscreen on my face, then brushed mascara on my eyelashes. Thank goodness, I didn’t need a lot of makeup to look decent. Now I just needed to brush my teeth. While I did, I heard footsteps inside my room.

  “Hey,” I said, trying to convey my message with a mouth full of toothpaste.

  “You’re taking too long,” he said with a mischievous grin.

  “So wait in the living room,” I mumbled, taking my toothbrush out of mouth and pointed in that direction.

  “I’ve waited in here before. I even laid on your bed,” he gestured, then threw himself on the mattress.

  Shaking my head, I went back in to spit. Before he could snoop some more, I rushed out, only to find him holding up a pair of my panties. Oh my God! Intense heat rushed to my face. I had done laundry last night and somehow must have missed those.

  “Give me that,” I ran over and tried to snatch it out of his hand, but Matthew was faster. He swung around to the other side.

  “I found these next to your bed. How did you know G-string panties were my favorite?” Matthew swung them around with his index finger, biting on his lower lips.

  “Give them back,” I said aloud, swinging my arm. Matthew raised his hand before I could get to the panties.

  “Say pleeeeease.”

  I stopped jumping and gave him an evil eye as I came up with a devious plan. I pushed him, and we ended up toppled on my bed. It would have been just him, but he pulled me down with him. “Matthew!” I screamed, and tried to release myself from his hold, but there was no escaping. He started to tickle me and my body wiggled and jerked as his fingers dug.

  “Stop!” I laughed as we rolled around on the bed, but Matthew didn’t stop. “Please, stop.” I was laughing so hard that it hurt.

  Suddenly he stopped and I found myself on top of him again. Not a word was spoken as we stared into each other’s eyes; our chests colliding with the rhythm of our heavy, fast breathing. There was something in his gaze that was difficult to define; an unspoken message of both surprise and confusion. When his eyes shifted to my lips, he dragged in a breath and released it ever so slowly, and a long, soft puff of air brushed against mine. That was all it took to have me spiraling out of control. I was on fire…burning…yearning

  …needing him.

  As the urge of wanting to open my mouth for him intensified, I closed my eyes and pulled away before I did something I would regret and the possibility of rejection crossed my mind.

  “Are you going to take me out or what? I’m hungry,” I said pushing him off me. Standing up, I walked away, trying to cool off.

  “Hold on,” he mumbled, still flat on the bed. His hand covered his face. “I need a minute.”

  If he felt the same way as I did, then I knew why, and I couldn’t help feeling satisfied that I was the cause.

  “Where are we going?” I asked.

  Matthew glanced at me before shifting his eyes on the road ahead. His hands were on the steering wheel, but I could see his lips curled into a smirk. “I told you I would show you what fun meant.”

  What was he talking about? I remembered him mentioning that during our encounter at Starbucks, but it had come out all flirty at the time. What was he up to?

  “Why do you look so concerned?” Matthew gave a quick sideways glance again. “Don’t worry; I’m taking you to the Santa Monica pier.” He paused, grinning with a purpose, that smile that said ‘I’m going to tease you.’ “Oh wait a minute. You thought my idea of having fun was something kinky, didn’t you? Get your mind out of the gutter, Becca.”

  “What?!” I stammered. “I…I wasn’t…I didn’t mean…stop putting words into my mouth,” I laughed out loud, but my mind was in the gutter with him. “Oh my god!” I started to smack his shoulder lightly.

  “You’re so lucky I’m driving right now.” Matthew was laughing while he raised his hand to block me, then he grab
bed a hold of my hand. He held it so tightly, I couldn’t let go. It actually felt nice to have my hand held that way, sending warmth and comfort to my core.

  “You won,” I said, expecting he would let go if I surrendered.

  “Okay,” he repeated, but kept my hand in his.

  Stunned that he hadn’t let go, I looked at him. His expression was stoic and he remained silent. My decision? I let it be.

  Feeling nervous that he was holding my hand that long, I looked out the window to distract myself. One of the best parts of living in Los Angeles was the weather. The sun always let you know it was there even during the winter. Today, it shone brightly, breaking through the puffy, thick, dreamy clouds. I hadn’t realized we were at our destination until Matthew finally let go of my hand.

  After he parked the car, we got out, and walked side by side down the boardwalk. Since it was a Monday, it wasn’t as crowded as it would have been during the weekend. Though the weather was perfect, not too cold and not too hot. The cool breeze gave me the shivers.

  “Are you hungry?” Matthew asked.

  Skipping breakfast so I could sleep in, I was starving. “I could eat.”

  “Good, me too. Feel like anything in particular?”

  “I’m good with anything.”

  Following Matthew, we walked into a restaurant I’d never tried before. We agreed to share a bucket full of steamed seafood and he ordered us each a beer. Casually looking around, I noted that people were eating with their fingers; there were no utensils. I’m glad I was observant or I would have felt like a dork asking for some. I also noticed everyone wearing plastic bibs.

  After the waitress brought our food, we put the bibs on and dug in. Both of us reached in at the same time and our hands collided. “I was going to be a gentleman and put some on your plate,” he said. Reaching into the bucket, he did just as he’d said.

  “Thank you,” I smiled, taking a bite of the delicious shrimp dipped in warm garlic-butter sauce.

  “I’m going to assume that you’ve never been here before,” Matthew said in between chewing a small potato.

  “How did you know?” My face turned red, though I had nothing to be embarrassed about.

  “I didn’t. I guessed and you just answered,” he grinned. “So when do I get to meet your boyfriend? The one who gave you those puny flowers.”

  The beer I was just about to swallow squirted out of my mouth like rain. Choking, I coughed and couldn’t stop. Shit! This was the second time I did this with him. How embarrassing!

  Matthew swung around and started to pat my back. “Water, please,” he hollered. “Here, drink.”

  After taking a few sips between coughing, I finally settled and Matthew sat back down. I had forgotten he thought I had a boyfriend. This really was just two friends having lunch together and there was nothing wrong with that. So why did I feel a twinge of disappointment?

  “How long have you dated this guy?” Matthew started with his questions. I hoped he had forgotten, but he was persistent.

  I was usually pretty good at making things up if I needed to, but with Matthew, I had a difficult time lying to his face. Not knowing what to do, I stalled as long as I could by taking my time peeling the shell of my crab. “Not that long,” I finally said, unable to make eye contact.

  “I’m going to assume he’s okay with our friendship since you’re here.”

  That made me look up. “Oh…yeah…sure.” That was a dumb thing to say, but I didn’t know how to answer.

  “Here, let me. Looks like you’re having a hard time with that.”

  I looked up again and saw Matthew’s fingers in front of my mouth. He had peeled the shell off his crab and offered to feed me. Without thinking, I opened my mouth and bit down on nothing but air. I glared at him as I heard him snicker.

  “Sorry. I couldn’t help myself. Here.”

  Slowly, I opened my mouth again and allowed Matthew to place the whole piece of crabmeat in. “Thanks,” I said, still chewing. It was not ladylike, but what did I care at this point? It was sweet of him to peel the rest of my crab for me.

  When the bill came, I reached for it, but he grabbed hold of the other end. Tugging back and forth, I didn’t stand a chance. With his strength, it was out of my hands.

  “Matthew, let me pay it. You bought lunch last time,” I insisted.

  “That was nothing, and besides, I’m the one that asked you out. You can pay next time,” he winked.

  Then I remembered my Christmas present. “You have to let me pay for it since I didn’t get you anything for Christmas. I don’t mean to sound ungrateful, but you shouldn’t have. I mean…I’m thankful, but it wasn’t necessary.”

  “It was necessary. I can’t believe you read novels on your laptop. And by the way, I was hurt you didn’t get me a present,” he pouted like a little boy, resting his hands over his heart. He looked so adorable. I wanted to bite his bottom lip when he stuck it out.

  After blinking away the thought, I tried again to steal the bill from him, but to no avail.

  “Not here, Becca.” He shook his finger and his head, making a tsk, tsk sound. “You already threw yourself at me in your bedroom. Don’t get kinky with me here. I don’t mind, but I’m sure others will.”

  Secretly laughing at his words, I scowled at him. “Fine.”

  After lunch, Matthew showed me what he meant by having a great time. We went on a Ferris wheel, a ride that dropped you down twenty floors, bumper cars, and even a dragon swing. We didn’t do much talking, but we sure laughed a lot. Since it wasn’t crowded, we went on each ride several times. We acted like children who couldn’t get enough.

  Afterward, he bought a bag of cotton candy. “When I was a kid,” Matthew started to say, taking a handful of it, “I dipped a cotton ball into a bowl of sugar and tried to eat it.”

  “You did?” I laughed out loud, taking a bite. That first bite tasted unbelievable; it melted on my tongue, shrinking so fast in my mouth that I wanted another one.

  “Of course, it didn’t taste the same,” Matthew chuckled. “Why would you call this cotton candy if it wasn’t made out of cotton, right? Little did I know there was the edible kind of cotton and the NON-edible kind.”

  I reached over and took another piece. “Were you a bad boy? I mean, did you do mischievous things?”

  “Let’s just say, I was very curious, but Max always covered for me. And I still am,” he smirked and wrinkled his nose.

  I scowled at him. “I’m sure you are. That was sweet of Max. I was the same with my sister, only I was the curious one.”

  “You don’t say?” Matthew grinned, licking and sucking the sugar off his two fingers from the piece he just finished.

  Matthew made eating cotton candy look sexy. Dumbfounded, my gaze remained glued to his lips and I wanted to be one of those fingers.

  “Ice cream,” he said, breaking me out of my trance. “What flavor do you like?”

  “Any flavor is fine,” I replied. I wasn’t really in the mood for ice cream, but figured what the heck. I didn’t have to finish it. Matthew speedily took off and I waited where he left me.

  When Matthew brought back only one, I figured he didn’t want one, but it turned out he wanted to share. Share? We weren’t dating.

  “I just want a couple of bites, if you don’t mind. I need to be back before six. I have a dinner engagement.”

  “Sure. You take some first,” I offered, as a feeling of disappointment settled through me. Of course, he has plans, and as curious as I was, I was not going to ask. I didn’t want to hear he was taking some girl out to dinner.

  Unable to take my eyes off his lips again, I watched him open his mouth and let his tongue indulge one side of the ice cream cone. OMG! Quivering from the way he just licked and slurped, while his drop-dead gorgeous eyes were glued to mine, it felt as though he was licking me instead of the cone.

  “Thanks, that was good,” he commented, wiping the remains with the back of his hand.

  If t
his were a date, I would have cleaned his face with my tongue.

  “Here, you should take it away from me before I become too selfish and eat the whole thing.”

  “Thanks,” I expressed, taking a bit. I just realized I had overlapped the part he bit. In a silly, ‘teenager thinking’ way, I just made out with him and he tasted sweet and yummy.

  Instead of heading to the parking lot, Matthew took a detour to the park next to the pier. First thing I noted was an older couple snuggling on the bench. It was the sweetest thing to see. Shortly after, a group of women came jogging past us, checking Matthew out as they went by. I had to raise my brows at him since he knew they were gawking at him. He waved at them, getting giggles and smiles in return. I closed the gap between us when a couple walking their German Shepherd headed our way.

  “Not a fan of dogs?” he asked, guiding me behind his back as if to protect me.

  “No. I like dogs, just not the big ones. You never know.”

  “I understand. I don’t like them either. When I was about eight years old, Max and I were playing catch in the front yard. A homeless German Shepherd came into our yard barking, with its mouth drooling and snarling, it was ready to attack. Max stood in front of me as we slowly backed away toward our front door. We only had a pair of baseball gloves to protect us. I can still remember that day, how scared I was. I was afraid for both of our lives. Luckily, our nanny came out, armed with a bat and a piece of ham that she threw as far as she could. As much as Max and I fought, I knew that day he truly cared about me.”

  “Wow. I never had an experience like that. I think I just saw too many incidents on the news regarding dog attacks.”

  Matthew started walking backward “Never fear, my Becca. Super Matt is here,” he chuckled, making me laugh, too. “Is your sister older or younger?”

  “She’s younger; she’s in her senior year in college. My Dad is an insurance broker and my mom is a teacher.” I said more than I had intended, but it was easy with Matthew. He was a great listener.