Nondescript

by Rose, Ashley

  “Maybe later.”

  “And that means no.”

  “It means maybe.”

  “Whatever, man. She better be hot.”

  “She is.”

  Jaz rolled her eyes and went to the kitchen to grab two beers. She didn’t care if the guy in the doorway could see her. Travis’ fridge held Coors, not her favorite. “Damn!”

  Travis looked over his shoulder at her and shook his head.

  “Oops!” She pasted an innocent look on her face. “I just wanted a drink.” She walked to the door and slipped two of the Budweiser bottles out of the six-pack. “Oooh, cold. May I?”

  “By all means,” the boy said, his eyes fixed on her breasts.

  She smiled sweetly while cracking the beers open before returning to the bed.

  “You bang her?” the guy asked.

  “Obviously.” Travis pushed the boy out of the doorway. “Bye.” He shut the door on his friend.

  He shook his head. “Sorry about that.”

  “Not a problem.” She handed him one of the beers. “Is there a good basketball game on?”

  “Sorta. You into basketball?” He sat down.

  She laughed. “I think you know the answer to that.”

  He shrugged and took a swig of his beer.

  “I don’t mind if you turn it on.” A little chilly, she tucked the sheet under her arms to cover her body.

  “Really?” He seemed surprised.

  She nodded. “Why not? There are breaks and stuff, right? We can fool around.”

  “Most girls wouldn’t like watching basketball and having sex.”

  “I’m not most girls. Besides, you like basketball and sex, why not do both at once?”

  He grinned. “Sounds like fun to me.”

  Jaz pulled on her panties and tank top while he slid on his boxers. She hopped over the back of the leather couch and sat down while Travis found the remote and turned it to the right channel.

  “It hasn’t started yet.” He sat down beside her.

  “You know,” she turned to him, “I like this.”

  He grabbed her waist and pulled her against him. “Like what?”

  “This. How we can do more than just sex but still keep it simple. Most guys would be trying to get into a relationship or something.”

  He nodded. “Most girls would be trying to do the same.”

  She slid onto his lap and straddled his waist. “Interesting. So why is that?”

  He shrugged, pushing her tank top up her torso. “We’re smarter than that, I guess. We don’t like to complicate things.”

  Jaz moaned and fell forward against his chest when his hands started to massage her back beneath her top. Her arms slid around his neck, and she cuddled up against him as his hands worked out knots she didn’t know she had.

  “You’re tense.”

  “Midterms,” she mumbled incoherently against his neck.

  He fake-gasped. “Jazlyn St. James is stressed over grades?”

  She bit his neck lightly.

  He continued to rub her back, and she felt herself nodding off. She didn’t care. She pressed her face against his warm skin and got lost in the relaxing movements.

  When she woke up, she was still wrapped in Travis’ arms. One was settled around her waist but the other hand was still massaging her neck lightly.

  “Son of a bitch,” he muttered, but his hand didn’t stop.

  “What is it?” she asked, not moving.

  “Awake?” He pressed a kiss to her temple.

  “Unfortunately.” She sat back on his lap.

  “Were you tired?”

  “I didn’t think so.”

  “Well, it’s halftime, and we’re losing.”

  “Ahh. So does someone need cheering up?” she asked with a sly smile.

  “You know, you’re not half as seductive right after you’ve woken up.”

  “Hey!” She slapped his chest.

  “Calm yourself,” he said, grabbing her hand. “It doesn’t mean you’re still not sexy as hell.”

  She fake-glared at him, and he smiled. “Don’t look at me like that.”

  “Or what?”

  He pulled her against his chest again and kissed her. She melted into it, and before she knew it, he had settled her on her back on the couch and was taking her underwear off. Once she was bare from the waist down, she wrapped her legs around his hips while he kissed her. He still had his boxers on, though, which meant he wanted to drag it out a little.

  “Travis,” she groaned when his lips trailed down her neck to her collarbone.

  “Hmm?”

  Her hands reached down to push at his boxers, but he grasped her wrists in one hand and trapped them between their bodies.

  She pouted and fidgeted in his hold.

  “Stop squirming.” He pressed his hips against hers, causing her to gasp and clench her fists tightly.

  “Fuck,” she breathed, letting her head drop back on the couch cushion.

  “Feel good?” he asked against the skin of her sternum, doing it again.

  She pulled roughly on her wrists, and her whole body jerked under him.

  He smirked and continued kissing her neck.

  “You know,” she said breathlessly, “I never let other guys treat me like you do.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I’m always in control, I mean.” She shifted under him, only half wishing he’d let her wrists go. “Sure, they might be on top some of the time, but I’m always driving.”

  “Your point?”

  “I don’t know why I let you get away with it.”

  “Because you like it,” he replied. “You just don’t want to admit it to yourself.”

  “That’s not true. Other guys have tried, but I don’t stand for it.”

  He kissed her lips. “I don’t know what to tell you, baby. All I know is that it makes you hot.”

  “Not with other guys.”

  “We both know I’m special. I don’t see the mystery here.” He shrugged.

  “Cocky bastard.”

  “You know it.”

  He kissed her some more. His tongue worked wonders, and she wanted to grab his arms, shoulders, hair, anything to pull him closer and keep him there.

  She got an idea, but it took her a moment to clear her head enough to put it into action. His tongue entranced her.

  Instead of trying to pull her wrists away, she reached down abruptly and easily worked her hands into his boxers.

  He froze when she wrapped both hands tightly around him. “Baby...whatcha doin’?” he asked carefully.

  “Let go of my wrists.”

  He did, and she let go of him with one hand but kept the other on him even tighter.

  His voice was hoarse. “Be careful with that, darling. You could do a lot of damage there.”

  She used one hand on his chest to push him off her, a mischievous look on her face.

  He stood up slowly as she kept pushing him in that direction. “The second you let go...you better run for it,” he warned between gritted teeth.

  “Oh yeah? What are you gonna do?” she challenged.

  “Do it and find ou—”

  She squeezed him, and he cut off his sentence with a moan. His fists clenched at his sides and his eyes closed.

  “Feel good?” she teased.

  She pushed his boxers down with her free hand and ordered him to step out of them. She pressed her body against him and kissed his jaw. “Now who likes not being in control?”

  He just shook his head with a confident smile. “You’re in over your head, sweetheart.”

  “Yeah?” she asked. He was now fully hard in her grip.

  “Yeah. ‘Cause when you let me go? I’m going to fuck you.”

  “Hm, normally I’d look forward to it. But this time, I’m going to fuck you before I let you go.”

  He leaned down and kissed her, his tongue working his magic again. This was what she wanted. She kissed him back, her free hand wrapped
around his neck, holding him close. He was doing it again. The damn kiss was clouding her brain but she decided that she didn’t mind. She let go of him, only half realizing what she was doing, and wrapped both arms around his neck.

  His lips stopped moving, and his tongue withdrew from her mouth. She opened her eyes and met his sharp blue ones giving her a dangerous glare, and realized her mistake.

  “Shit.”

  They sprang into action at the same time. She leapt away from him and over the couch. He followed and caught her around the waist, spinning them both around. She shrieked, partly in surprise and partly in excitement.

  In a split second, three things happened at once. He got both of her hands behind her back, bent her over the back of the couch, and nailed her hips against the furniture without hesitation.

  A cry of surprise and abrupt pleasure escaped her lips.

  He didn’t move for a second, just kept her hips crushed against the cool leather until she made a pleading noise in her throat.

  “What was that, baby?” he asked, keeping one hand on her wrists and using the other on her back to bend her over farther.

  Her hair brushed the seat of the couch and she stared at the leather, trying to get her brain to form words. This was why she loved sex with Travis. He had no problem pushing her limits.

  “Travis...I don—”

  He pulled his hips back and nailed her again, purposely cutting off her sentence. They were lucky the couch was so damn heavy, or it’d be across the room by now.

  “What was that, babe? You like it like that?”

  She just nodded.

  All she could do was keep from begging for more while his hips crushed hers against the couch repeatedly. Damn Travis and his knowledge of her body and sexual desires. Although his pace could’ve matched that of a racehorse, he took his sweet time bringing her to release. When he did, it had some serious punch to it. She held back the scream for as long as she could, but in the end she arched her back and cried out loudly. He thrust harder, dragging her orgasm out for what seemed like forever.

  She took longer to finish than he did, thanks to his treatment, but he kept going until her body went lax and her sounds subsided. He let go of her wrists and leaned both hands on the couch on either side of her, while he caught his breath.

  “Jesus Christ,” he muttered. He sounded exhausted, and she felt the same way.

  “How do you do that?” she asked as he pulled her upright. They leaned against each other for a minute while they breathed.

  “Do what?” He swung a leg over the couch and slid down into a lying position with her on top of him.

  “I’m not sure.”

  He laughed and reached back to grab the blanket on the chair beside the couch. “Well, I don’t know the answer then.” He settled the blanket over both of them and she got comfortable, resting her head on his chest.

  “I knew you liked it rough, but...damn, babe. I never know where the line is with you, you know?”

  She put on her best smirk. “I’ll let you know when you get close.”

  “Not many girls can take it like you do.” He wrapped his arms around her under the blanket.

  “Not many guys can give it out like you do.”

  “True.”

  She rolled over so that she wasn’t facing the TV and closed her eyes.

  “Tired?”

  “Just a little,” she murmured. “Mind if I sleep?”

  “Go for it.” He lifted the remote and turned the volume on the basketball game down a couple of notches. “I’m gonna crash after the game’s over.”

  Jaz drifted off to sleep, wondering if this was what it felt like to have a boyfriend.

  5

  Rikke

  Rikke’s fingers broke the sound barrier as they moved across the keyboard. An idea had just popped into her head, and she had to write it. She loved it when the words flowed like this.

  As she typed out the scene between the boy and girl, she wished that her life was like this. She would kill to have the perfect boyfriend, one who actually listened to her and cared about what she had to say. But life just wasn’t like that. Adam was as good as she was going to get, as good as she deserved. Sure, there were nicer boys out there, but Adam could be really sweet, and he was the only one who put up with her bitchiness.

  She was only a few paragraphs into her writing stint when her phone rang. She let it ring three times before glancing at the screen without removing her fingers from the keys. Adam hated it when she didn’t answer his calls.

  She finished the sentence she was on then answered her phone. “Hey, Adam.”

  “Where you at, baby?”

  “My room,” she answered. They hadn’t had anything planned.

  “Come over to my place.”

  “I’m busy, Adam.”

  “Too busy for your boyfriend? Fuck that, Rik. Get over here.”

  “I’m right in the middle of something really important. How about in a couple hours?”

  “What’s wrong with you lately? I’m tired of having to wait for you.”

  “We just saw each other a few hours ago. Did you have something planned?”

  “Yeah, I’m horny.”

  She sighed. “We had sex this morning, Adam, and I didn’t sleep very well over there. I’m tired.”

  “Like it matters. You’re fucking lazy. I do all the work anyway.”

  She bit her lip. “Sorry.”

  “Are you coming over or not?”

  “I can come over if you really want, but I’m not in the mood for sex.”

  “You know what, Rik? You are the worst damn girlfriend ever. Forget it. You’re lucky I’m a nice guy. Most boyfriends wouldn’t put up with this shit. Call me tomorrow, when you’re in a better mood, and maybe I’ll let you make it up to me.”

  He ended the call, and she lowered the phone from her ear. She rubbed her face and stared at the computer screen. Her inspiration had vanished. As much as she tried to bring the story back into her mind, she just couldn’t.

  She saved the document before hitting that dreadful red “X” in the corner. She thought about going over to Adam’s now, but she just couldn’t bring herself to do it. She needed a drink and wished she had some damn alcohol in this place. She left her bedroom, hoping Jaz had something stashed.

  Lily was in the living room, watching a movie on her giant flat screen. The girl was weird...very socially awkward. She looked over her shoulder and noticed Rikke. “Hi! Did you want to watch TV?”

  “Er...no.”

  Rikke opened one of the upper cabinets and was pleased to find two bottles of vodka and a bottle of scotch. They lived in a wet hall, but they still weren’t allowed to have alcohol if they were under 21. Jaz kept a nice little stash, but didn’t drink it much, and wouldn’t mind if she took a bit.

  Lily was still watching her. Evidently, the girl hadn’t known about the alcohol.

  “What?” Rikke snapped. Surely she knew well enough to keep her mouth shut.

  Lily looked alarmed and turned back around to face the TV.

  Rikke poured herself about half a glass of vodka before putting the bottle back and retreating to her room.

  * * *

  The next morning, Rikke got a text from Adam telling her he wanted her at his dorm. She had a feeling she would miss her class, but headed over anyway. She had to wait ten minutes at the front door for Adam to finish the level on his video game before he came to let her in.

  He was still upset with her. She could tell because he didn’t say a word as she led the way to his room. She kept quiet. When he was in these moods, she could set him off easily.

  The first thing she noticed was that there was now stuff on the opposite side of the room. “Your roommate showed up?”

  “Yep. He’s at class.” He pulled his shirt off and tossed it on the floor. “You in a better mood today, or what?”

  She watched him undo his jeans. “Adam, I don’t—”

  “You’re not denying m
e again, Rik. I’m your boyfriend. I can have sex whenever I want.”

  She licked her lips, knowing he was right. “I’m sorry.”

  “Just get undressed,” he snapped.

  She did as he said and the second she was naked, he grabbed her and pushed her toward the bed.

  “Fuck,” he said, grabbing himself. “You need to grow some curves, all right? Your body is barely doing it for me anymore.”

  She wanted to say that he always commented on how she needed to watch her figure, but kept quiet.

  “I’m tired of doing this myself,” he said, eyeing her. “When are you gonna finally give me some head? We’ve been dating for long enough. I deserve it, right?”

  She’d never done it before. The thought disgusted her.

  “Come on,” he urged. “You want to make me happy, right?”

  “Of course I do,” she said, as she stepped back until her knees hit the bed.

  “Then do it.” He pushed her to her knees and grabbed her head.

  “Wait, Adam.” She turned her head away. “I can’t. I don’t want to.”

  “Yes, you do.” He smirked and tried to force her head toward him.

  She jerked out of his grip. He laughed when she stumbled and fell onto her palms.

  He grabbed her waist, lifted her up, and dropped her on the bed. “Relax, babe, just let it happen.”

  “I don’t want to, Adam, please,” she said, rolling onto her back.

  “All girls want to. Stop lying,” he said, kissing her neck and cheek softly. “You said you wanted to make me happy,” he whispered. His fingers trailed across her lips.

  She nodded.

  He shoved a finger into her mouth without warning, and she gagged. He didn’t pull it out though, and she struggled under him until she managed to push him away.

  She coughed and rolled away from him, against the wall. “Adam!” she said between breaths, wiping her mouth.

  “Relax, babe,” he laughed, rolling her back to face him. “It’s like that, just bigger, all right?”

  “I don’t want to,” she said as firmly as she could manage.

  “Yes, you do,” he said, as he gripped the back of her neck and pushed her down his body.

  She tried to push away from him again but he wrapped his legs around her back, holding her body in place, and then used one hand in her hair to guide her mouth to the right spot.