Be Good

by Dakota Madison

  “Brett,” I moaned. “I want you so much.”

  “Not yet,” he said. “You’re not ready yet.”

  I felt very ready. I could feel how wet I was. I yearned to feel him inside me.

  Brett slowly pulled my panties off. He stared at me, now completely naked. I had never felt so vulnerable in my life.

  “You still have all your clothes on,” I whispered.

  “I know,” was his response but he made no effort to change the situation. He just kept looking at me, naked on his bed, full of need and desire.

  He parted my knees and moved his head between my legs. I closed my eyes as I felt his tongue move inside me. I let out a moan of pure pleasure.

  I stopped thinking as his tongue worked magic between my legs and before I knew it, I fell over the edge. I screamed out as I was overtaken and shaking with the bliss of my orgasm.

  When Brett kissed me, I could taste myself on his lips. “I want you,” he whispered in my ear. “Are you ready for me?”

  “Yes,” I whispered back. “I’m ready.”

  Brett climbed out of bed and quickly removed his shirt and pants. He wasn’t a big guy, like most of the jocks I had been with, but his slender build was toned. When he removed his boxer briefs, I instinctively licked my lips as I admired the sight of his fine erection. I had no doubt he would be able to get the job done.

  He grabbed a condom from the night stand and put it on. Then he crawled back into bed and eased himself between my legs. He kissed me fiercely and hungrily as he pushed himself inside me.

  I cried out in pure pleasure as his manhood filled me.

  “Oh, God, Anna,” he moaned.

  He continued to ravage me with kisses as he pumped hard and fast. It was such as sharp contrast to all of the slow and deliberate moves that led to this point, my head was reeling. He had every intention of making me forget every man who had come before him and he was succeeding on every level. He was completely rocking my world.

  “Oh, Brett,” I practically yelled as I could feel myself heading over the edge of the cliff. Brett was tireless as he continued his quest to make me come.

  “Come with me, Anna,” he whispered as we both gasped with the pleasure of ultimate release.

  We both looked at the other for a long moment, taking each other in. Then Brett ran his thumb softly down my cheek. “So, was it worth the wait?”

  A grin formed in the corner of my mouth. I nodded and he gave me a soft kiss.

  ***

  “So,” I said as we lay in bed watching Sixteen Candles and cuddling. “My sister’s getting married the first weekend in August in Scottsdale. Want to come with me?”

  “I would love to accompany you to your sister’s wedding. Are you a bridesmaid?”

  “Hard to believe, but yes, I am. My sister and I were never close. She’s 10 years older and we have nothing in common. She’s superwoman and I’m a slouch, which happens to be Flaw 85.”

  Brett kissed my cheek. “I love that you’re a slouch,” he teased. “It’s one of my favorite things about you.”

  “You realize you’re in a relationship with someone, who is seriously flawed. I have one hundred and twenty six flaws to prove it.”

  “Maybe I love your flaws,” he said as he placed butterfly kisses on my forehead and cheeks. “Maybe I love everything about you.”

  I held his shoulders and looked into his eyes. “Maybe you’re too good for me.”

  He shook his head as he continued staring into my eyes. “You’re perfect for me…” He gave me a gentle kiss on the lips. “In every way.” He kissed me again, this time with more passion and longing.

  As he pulled me close and I could feel his desire for me growing, neither of us cared about watching the rest of the movie.

  ***

  The next morning I was in a funk. It would be a few weeks until my friends Sarah and Sean’s wedding in Las Vegas, when I would see Brett again. It already felt like it was a few weeks too long.

  “What’s wrong,” Brett said as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

  I turned to face him. “I know this is going to sound stupid but I miss you already and you’re not even gone yet.”

  He grinned. “That doesn’t sound stupid at all. It’s sweet.”

  “You may be the first person to ever call me sweet. Heinous bitch is usually the preferred moniker.”

  Brett rolled out of bed and headed toward the bathroom. I got up and started gathering my clothes.

  “My flight leaves pretty early,” Brett yelled from the bathroom. “But I have time for a quick breakfast. Do you want to order room service?”

  “What do you want?”

  “Surprise me.”

  I wasn’t that hungry for food but I was for Brett. I posed seductively on the bed and awaited his return.

  “Did you decide what you want?” Brett said as he returned. He stopped and stared at me lying on the bed naked and needy.

  “You,” I said as I curled my index finger in a come-hither gesture.

  “Breakfast of champions,” Brett said as he removed his boxer briefs and joined me in bed.

  ***

  As I pulled my suitcase into my apartment, it felt more lonely than usual. I noticed Marvin’s soil was a little dry and he was starting to wilt. It was a reflection of how I felt. My life seemed to lack direction and purpose. The only thing that felt good and right was being with Brett. The only problem was that my time with Brett was limited and infrequent. And aside from the weddings, we really hadn’t made any plans to be together.

  I always made fun of people in long distance romances. I thought it was overly sentimental rubbish. Now I had fallen into the same trap. I was living for those moments when I could see Brett again and everything else seemed like filler in between.

  “I didn’t know whether to water your plant,” Winter said as she entered the living/dining area. We both stared at Marvin. “He’s looking a little dry.”

  “No problem. I can water him.”

  I filled my mister and gave Marvin a few sprits.

  “How was the wedding?” Winter asked but the question sounded rote and hollow.

  “Great.”

  She raised an eyebrow. “Great, huh?”

  I nodded.

  “And what made it great?” That question held more curiosity than I had ever heard from her. “A guy?”

  I nodded.

  “Like a guy and not just a hook-up?”

  “Something like that.”

  “I never thought I’d hear you say that,” she stated as she entered the kitchen area and grabbed the kettle.

  “I didn’t either,” I admitted.

  “Want some tea?” That was the first time Winter ever offered me some of her tea even though she made it every day.

  “Yeah, thanks.”

  As she fixed the tea, we continued talking. It felt weird actually having a female to talk to. While I wouldn’t exactly call us friends, we were definitely becoming more than the two ships that passed in the night we had been for months.

  “So, tell me about your guy.”

  I wasn’t sure what I should tell her or how much I wanted to. “His name is Brett. We went to college together but we weren’t really friends. He’s different than any other guy I’ve been with. He’s considerate. He’s caring. He’s passionate. He’s a rocket scientist and he loves gardens.”

  “Well, at least that explains Marvin.”

  “He’s really into plants.”

  “So, what’s the fatal flaw?” she asked as she poured tea for both of us. She handed me a cup.

  “What do you mean?”

  “His fatal flaw. The big thing you’ll have to overcome if you want to be together. Yours, obviously, is drinking. What’s his?”

  I gulped. Was my drinking an obvious issue to everyone but me? I thought about Brett. He wasn’t flawed like me. Now that his clown hair was under control, he was perfect. The only thing I could thin
k of that might ever come between us was Sweater Vest. “He does have an ex fiancé,” I said.

  “Just how ex is she?”

  “Not ex enough,” I lamented and Winter nodded like she completely understood. I continued, “They dated all through college and she was his first. They just broke up a few months ago and I’m the only other person he’s been with since.”

  “Do you think there’s a possibility she’ll want to get back together with him?”

  “Yes,” I admitted. It was my greatest fear. “I don’t think she wants to see him with anyone else.”

  “Shared history isn’t easy to overcome. You need to make it your goal to create as much history with him as you can.”

  “How did you get so wise?”

  Winter laughed. “I work at a New Age bookstore. I read self- help books all day long.”

  ***

  The week crawled by at the pace of drying paint. Brett was busy with a big project, so he didn’t have much time to talk with me in the evenings. After my talk with Winter, I was hyper-alert towards any communications I saw between Sweater Vest and Brett on Facebook. I noticed she was posting more on his wall and the posts seemed more flirtatious than I liked. I noticed Brett had time to make cute responses to her posts, which both hurt and pissed me off.

  By Friday night, I was getting extremely restless. I didn’t want to spend another weekend home alone. Winter told me she was getting together with her witch friends to celebrate some kind of pagan something that I didn’t really pay attention to. The only thing I really heard was that she was going to be gone all weekend.

  Old habits die hard and come back to haunt you when your guard is down. Before my rationale mind had a chance to talk me out of it, I found myself walking into The Twisted Keg, a post college hang out not too far from campus. The place catered to a mid-to-late 20s crowd. It was a little bit more upscale than the college bars and a little bit pricier. I purposefully dressed down because I wasn’t looking to pick anyone up. I was really just tired of being alone in my apartment. I wore a pair of skinny jeans, a hot pink tee shirt and flats. I even threw my hair into a ponytail to complete the dressed down look.

  The first people I ran into were Paige and Molly. Not surprising. They had a bit of a reputation for being barflies.

  “We haven’t seen you out in a while,” Paige said as the two walked up to me. They were each nursing draft beers.

  “I’ve been busy.” I didn’t want to go into a lot of detail about my personal life with the girls because they were known to have loose lips.

  “With clown hair?” Molly asked snidely.

  I just shrugged.

  “Did you see Joey Vincetti,” Paige asked. She pointed over towards the dance floor. “You know that guy is crazy about you.”

  “I’m not really looking for any action tonight,” I said.

  Both girls raised their eyebrows in unison. “That’s a first,” Molly snickered.

  I gave her the stink eye.

  “Well, it’s true,” Molly said defensively. “Anna not looking for action is like a dog not looking for food. It just doesn’t happen.”

  “It’s happening right now,” I countered.

  “Just wait till she’s had a few drinks,” Paige said to Molly loud enough that I could hear. “She’ll change her tune.”

  “I know, right,” Molly agreed.

  “You said the magic word, girls. I’m headed over to the bar right now.”

  And with that, I turned on my heels in search of a drink. The bar was already packed with people trying to purchase beverages. I rarely had to buy my own drinks but I wasn’t exactly dressed to kill, so I thought this night might be an exception. I was wrong.

  “Can I buy you a drink,” a male voice said behind me. When I turned around it was Joey. I wondered how he was able to hone in on me so quickly in a place so packed. Had he seen me walk in?

  “I never say no to a free drink,” I said sweetly.

  Joey smiled then elbowed his way toward the bar in search of bevies. A few minutes later, he handed me a bottle of Bud Light.

  “Cheers,” he said as we both took sips. The beer went down too well. It was like running into an old friend and feeling like you’d never been apart. I was reacquainted with my old friend alcohol in no time.

  The place was noisy, so Joey moved close to my ear. “I haven’t seen you in a while,” he said.

  “I’ve been busy,” I replied. It was fast becoming my standard line.

  “What happened to that guy you were with at the wedding?”

  “Nothing happened to him. He lives in California.”

  That seemed to appease him. He didn’t ask any more questions. I wished he hadn’t brought Brett up. I immediately felt guilty for being in the bar, even though I wasn’t doing anything but having a drink, and Brett and I hadn’t actually discussed whether we had a relationship and if it was exclusive. I really didn’t know what was going on between us. I did know that what I wanted to have with Brett didn’t include Joey. But as much as my brain told my body that, my body wasn’t listening. My body loved the excitement of being in a bar and the comfortably numb feeling of the alcohol as it worked its magic. And my body craved attention from the opposite sex and right now I was getting a lot of attention from Joey.

  “Drink up,” he said as he gulped his beer. “I’ll get us a couple more.”

  He was no dummy. The more alcohol he supplied now, the more he knew I would supply later.

  I took a few more big swigs of the beer in anticipation of the fresh bottle. A few minutes later, when Joey handed me the new one, I handed him back an empty bottle. “That’s my girl,” he said as he tossed the empty in a trash bin behind him. “When you finish that one, we can hit the dance floor.”

  We both downed the second bottles fairly quickly and my head was feeling light. I hadn’t eaten anything and I’d downed the drinks in less than 30 minutes, so I was feeling no pain.

  Joey grabbed me by the waist and led me to the dance floor. The DJ was playing some pretty heavy techno-pop so Joey and I joined in. Between the heavy beat of the music, the flashing stage lights and the booze rattling my brain, I was quickly put into a hypnotic state. I could feel Joey pull me close and I could feel his body grinding into mine but I made no move to stop him. At that moment, the rest of the world seemed to disappear.

  After a few songs, Joey and I were both out of breath, so we walked over to the bar and this time he ordered rum and Cokes.

  “It’s a double,” he murmured into my ear as he handed me the cold beverage. I was so thirsty from dancing the drink went down way too quickly. Joey gave me a sexy grin then downed his drink. He excused himself and a few minutes later, he was back with two more rum and Cokes.

  I could feel myself moving quickly into wasted territory but I felt helpless to stop it. I tried to sip the new drink Joey handed me but it tasted too good and was too smooth going down my throat.

  Joey leaned in and whispered in my ear. “Wanna dance again?”

  I nodded. I held the slightest hope that maybe some physical activity would sober me up a bit.

  “Finish your drink first,” he ordered.

  I nodded and drank what remained in the cup. Joey grabbed the empty from me and tossed it with his into the trash.

  I could feel him grab my ass but my reflexes were slow and I only half-heartedly made an effort to shoo his hand away. He laughed. Then he leaned down and kissed my neck. My body responded to his touch and I squirmed a little.

  “I love it when you wear your hair in a ponytail,” he sighed. “It shows off your sexy neck.”

  Joey grabbed me and pulled me with him toward the dance floor. I was so drunk I actually felt boneless. Joey was now behind me. He placed his hands on my stomach and pulled me in close. I was so close there was no space between my back and his front. As we moved together to the music, I could feel his erection hard against me.

  “God, Anna,” he whispered in my ear. “You’re so fucking hot.�
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  My head was swimming with all kinds of crazy and only semi-rationale thoughts. I only planned on having one or two beers and going home alone. Now it seemed like I was fated to go home with Joey. Did I even want to be with Joey? I remembered promising Brett I would say no if I didn’t want to have sex with someone. But now, drunk, with Joey’s erection pressed against me, it didn’t seem like an option.

  And there was a small voice deep inside telling me that I only wanted to be with Brett but he wasn’t there. He was hundreds of miles way. Or so I thought.

  Until I felt a hand on my upper arm yank me from Joey’s clutches.

  “What the fuck, Man,” I heard Joey yell and before it even registered, I was standing behind Brett. He had placed himself between me and Joey.

  I could see Joey shake his head. “Dude, not again.”

  Brett waved a finger in Joey’s face. “Stay away from Anna.”

  Joey shook his head. “This is not cool. You’d better keep your girlfriend on a tighter leash or something, man.”

  “She’s not a dog,” Brett spat.

  Joey threw up his hands. “Whatever, man. This is nuts. I’m outta here.” And without even a glance back, Joey disappeared into the crowd.

  When Brett turned his attention to me, his eyes were burning with fury. He glared at me for a few moments without saying a word. It definitely sobered me up. “I’m taking you home.” He grabbed my upper arm and pulled me away.

  I was sobering up enough to be truly humiliated as a small crowd formed to watch as Brett pulled me through the bar and out the door. He didn’t stop until we were at his car.

  “You didn’t drive, did you?” he snapped.

  I shook my head. One thing I never did was drink and drive. I was at least smart enough to rent an apartment within walking distance of dozens of bars and clubs.

  “Get in,” he demanded as he unlocked the doors. There was that alpha male again. It seemed to only come out when he was royally pissed at me for getting drunk and being stupid.

  I did as I was told and got into the passenger’s seat. He got into driver’s side. He started the car and took off without saying anything. He didn’t utter a sound for what seemed like an eternity but probably wasn’t more than a few minutes considering the close proximity of the bar to my home.