by Adeera Lake
“Good evening Miss Lords!”
She catches her breath a little. “What?” She asks. “We live in the same building.” she smiles panting.
“There’s another one but, sure.” I shake my head and stretch my arm inviting her to get in.
“Thank you,” she smirks.
I follow her inside and an awkward silence starts filling the air. She is so beautiful, I think, biting my lip as I stare at her in the mirror.
I clear my throat and our glances meet. I realize my sister was right. Her eyes are glowing.
Her lips slightly curve up into a smile causing two sexy dimples to spring on the corners of her lips. My heart thunders and for the first time, I’m scared. It has never happened since the promise I made a long time ago.
Suddenly, she surprises me moving forward and gently brushing her soft lips against my mouth. I freeze for an instant but at that point, I don’t think rationally. I just let myself go.
We kiss ardently twisting our tongues passionately. My chest presses against hers. We hug each other tightly brushing our hands all over, but then the sound of a ding brings us back to reality. The elevator has reached Grace’s floor and I draw back panting. “Ok, we can’t do this.” I blurt.
She glances at me quizzically and a resigned expression springs on her face.
“I’m sorry, I don’t know what happened…” She bits the corner of her lip and turns, leaving me alone in the elevator.
I stand, baffled, and even torn between my feelings. In the heat of the moment I’m tempted to run after her, but when the doors close, I exhale the air from my lungs and I do nothing to stop them shutting.
When the elevator gets to my floor I hear the muffled sound of the party outside my apartment, but Grace is the only thing I can think of. I still feel the gentle pressure of her tender full lips on mine.
I digit the code and I get in. Some people are dancing, while some others are standing or sitting, sipping their drinks and chatting in small groups. A blond sexy woman stares at me flirtatiously and smirks teasingly. I clench my jaw and look away walking toward the kitchen area. A few seconds later I open the fridge and get a cold beer.
My friend Daniel shows up. “Hey Zac, what’s up?” he says sounding already drunk. “Everything’s cool here. No drugs man! All great people and hot chicks!” He babbles.
I nod at him and I gulp half of the beer bottle. Then I exhale. “Good.”
“Hey! What happened man? Did you see those hotties?” He spreads his arms apart widening his eyes.
“Yeah, I just need to take care of some stuff for my job. Go enjoy your party,” I tell him.
He shrugs. “Hope you get your stuff done soon,” he says winking and grinning knowingly. “I’ll be there,” he adds before leaving.
I finish my beer and smack my lips. Grace’s balm is still there and my heart races. I get another bottle in the fridge as I think about what she did.
‘She fucking kissed me!’
“Hey!” The hot blonde who smiled at me earlier squeals. “I’m Jennifer, how are you doin’?” She giggles.
I squint my eyes and I let out a grin. She resembles a Barbie doll. Her boobs are solid, and her exposed cleavage would drive any man crazy.
“I’m alright,” I blurt before downing my second beer.
“Wow, you must be thirsty!” She smirks. “D’ya wanna another one?” She asks opening the fridge. I wonder if she even knows I own the place. Probably not.
“No, I’m fine, go for it though.”
She chuckles. “Oh, I will.” She bends over to get her beer, but I sneak away before she turns back.
19
Grace
‘My God, My God, My God!’ I quickly stroll to my apartment.
‘What did I do? Why did I kiss him? Why?’ - I frown regretfully.
I’m ashamed of what has just happened, and as I digit the code and get into the coziness of my temporary crib, I feel my cheeks flushing red as I recall what I just did.
“Why am I so stupid?” I blurt loudly as I kick my shoes off.
I sigh shaking my head and I walk toward the kitchen. There, I scan the cabinet keeping my index finger on my lower lip.
“I’m definitely in the mood for a hot mushrooms soup,” I mutter grabbing a can of it. I pour the dense content into a small pot and I realize I keep thinking about Zac.
Butterflies flutter in my stomach as I slowly brush my fingers over my mouth. That was so quick yet so intense! I even felt his heart beating fast against my breasts, and that’s been amazing.
Does he really like me? I wonder excitedly.
‘Why didn’t you call me back Zac? I would have turned and smiled, and then I’d have run toward you and kiss you.’
I curl the corner of my lip to one side and shake my head slowly.
“Don’t start dreaming Grace. Remember what you said about guys right? You don’t wanna suffer for months again, do you?” I murmur, feeling torn between my attraction to Zac and the regret of having kissed him.
“Ouch!” The soup is too hot, and I almost burn my tongue - I got distracted while thinking about him and I forgot to blow over the steamy liquid - I smirk shaking my head as I stir the dense fluid with my spoon; and when it finally seems ok to eat, I take a careful sip.
“Hmmm… Yeah, this is good,” I murmur. I’ve always loved comfort food and now I really need some.
I start relaxing, enjoying my hot supper when I’m suddenly taken aback by two energetic knocks on the door. My heart jumps. I look up and I stare at the door.
‘Who in the hell is this now?’
I hesitate for a few seconds but whoever is outside that door knocks again, and this time he rings the doorbell too. I’m pissed. I don’t anybody here that knows where I live so I assume that must be some of Lisa’s friend.
‘Damn!’
I grumble and I furtively tiptoe toward the door, hoping whoever that may be will leave soon. I don’t want to deal with anybody, especially people I don’t know. Yeah, sometimes I can be very antisocial.
The bell rings again followed by two knocks. I start getting nervous and when I quietly peek through the peephole, my heart skips a beat.
20
Grace
When I realize the person on the other side of the door is Zac, my jaw drops, and a series of different emotions run through my body.
‘Oh my Gosh what is he doing here? What does he want from me now? Should I open? Or should I just ignore him? He said we can’t do this. That’s what he said!’
I frown, feeling puzzled about what to do. My heart beats so fast that I’m afraid he might hear it.
He’s so hot! Even though the peephole, I think, letting out a half smile. He stands there a few more seconds and then he exhales resignedly. He turns to leave, but I can’t let him go. I just can’t.
I open the door and he freezes. Then he slowly turns stares at me with his piercing blue eyes.
My lips curve up into a sweet smile. He grins causing my heart to pound hard and fast against my ribcage. We step forward and hug abruptly just before our tongues start dueling fervently. I feel my blood pressure rise and I know, deep inside, this time I may really lose it. Yet, I don’t care. I let myself go, enjoying the tenderness of his warm lips.
He frantically pushes me inside the apartment using the heel of his leather boot to shut the door with a kick. I don’t know what’s behind me and if we’ll end up falling on the floor, but I’m so excited that I’ve stopped thinking rationally.
Suddenly, Zac lifts me up and pushes me against the wall, causing me to grunt and moan. I breathe deeply through my nostrils and I savor his scent before exhaling the air from my lungs. I bit my bottom lip tightly and I close my eyes, wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms around his wide, muscular back.
Zac’s hot breath washes on my chin just before his tongue starts tracing a trail up to my neck. My breathing quickens even more, and as he delicately nibbles my earlobe, I twitch and let out a groan.
I’m out of control. This guy knows what he’s doing, and I won’t be able to resist.
His groans merge with my short gasps, and when he starts slowly sliding the front of his jeans back and forth over my womb, I can’t help dropping my jaw into a silent scream.
I’m almost out of breath and I my folds are moist and hot. The heat on the front of my leggings makes my heart beat faster and faster.
I haven’t been with a man for so long, but I have never been with a real man.
He takes his time, he has no rush, and he’s driving me insane.
His stubble scratches my skin and his sexy scent is now even stronger. His tender lips give me goosebumps as he brushes them down my neck. He sneaks his hand into my cleavage and cups one of my breasts, delicately pinching my hard nipple.
I let out short little gasps. I feel overwhelmed. His breathing quickens, and he groans on my shoulder, tucking the left cup of my bra to one side. My brows furrow. I would say anything to him now. My breath pushes my belly in and out, and when he slowly brushes his tongue and nibbles the sensible turgid tip of my breast, I throw my head back letting out a grunt in my throat.
Very slowly he starts swirling his tongue around my nipple and then he softly blows on it, making me suck my teeth. I frown clawing my nails on his leather jacket, and I wrap my legs around his hips even tighter. His excitement is blatant and I’m so wet that I can’t wait to let him into me.
He keeps rubbing his crotch over my womb, groaning against my upper chest. His steamy breath washes my skin and an intense heat irradiates into my core, but all of a sudden I feel a series of vibrations coming from his groin.
‘Oh no, it can’t be!’
He grunts and exhales, slowly rolling his tongue around my nipple and when he throws his head back and closes his eyes, a slight frowns springs on my face.
I thought he was tough and cool, and that he knew what he was doing. I can’t believe he’s done! I think disappointingly.
“Shit!” he groans.
‘Here we go, Grace. You got it all wrong again. He’s a fake.’
He sneaks his left hand into his pocket, leaving me baffled for a second, then he holds his smartphone against his ear.
“Yeah?” He growls keeping my back up against the wall.
When I realize the tremors on his crotch were due to his phone buzzing, I can’t help letting out an ironic smile.
I don’t know whether to be angry with whoever interrupted us or be relieved that he’s still hot and cool.
‘Perfect timing’ I pout my lip frustratingly, listening to him speaking into his damn smartphone.
“Damn it! Alright, I’ll be up in a sec,” he groans just before putting me down.
I let out a short moan and I raise an eyebrow.
“I’m sorry Grace, I need to go.” He says quickly heading to the door.
“Where are you? Zac, I-” I squeal, still standing with my breasts partially exposed. But he’s gone and the door shuts before I can’t even finish my sentence.
I let myself slide down the wall and I lay on the floor sad and confused.
I’m angry for having kissed him, and God knows what else might have happened hadn’t he received that call. But what makes me even angrier is he left without any explanation. For a moment I wonder if it was his girlfriend calling or even his wife. That would really piss me off, I think chewing the corner of my lip pensively.
The warm and sticky sensation on the front of my panties suddenly reminds me how excited I’ve gotten and as I recall those brief, yet intense moments, I feel my lips drying. My heart starts beating faster and I can’t help thinking of him. His hands exploring my body. His breath washing on my neck. His warm tongue brushing against my skin.
I instinctively slide my hand down my belly, and sneak my hand into my panties, finishing what he didn’t.
‘Damn you Zac!’
21
Zac
‘Damn!’
I didn’t want to stop. She was about to be mine. My excitement had reached uncontrollable levels. But my damn friend Daniel interrupted me calling me unexpectedly. I shouldn’t have let him organize a party in my apartment. He just told me some guy has passed out on the floor and it looks like he’s not breathing.
“Where is the guy!?” I yell scanning the apartment as soon as I step in. A couple of girls are sobbing, while one is panicking, letting out screams of terror.
“Oh my God, Oooooh my God Noooooo! Please, please Joshua!” One of them screams.
A couple of guys threads their hairs through their fingers.
“Where is he?!” I yell again, louder this time.
Daniel hears my voice and stands from behind the living room sofa in front of the large floor-to-ceiling glass window.
“Here!” My friend prompts me waving his hand frantically.
I rush toward the couch. “I told you I didn’t want any fucking drugs!” I groan angrily as I yank a few people away and drop on my knees to the young man’s side. His face is pale and it’s getting blue. I quickly check his pulse and I realize is absent.
“No, no Zac! I swear no drugs here! Only alcohol!” Daniel cries.
I don’t even reply to him. I’m too focused on giving the guy a CPR alternated with quick rescue breaths.
“Please! Please! My God!” A girl is panicking and sobbing hysterically right behind me.
I’m completely concentrated on saving this guy’s life that all the hysterical commotion that surrounds me suddenly fades.
“One! Two! Three! Four! Five!” I count loudly as I push his chest rhythmically down and up. Then I squeeze the tip of his nose and breathe five steady blows of air into his oral cavity.
“Come on!” I groan as I start pushing again his upper chest with my palms. “One! Two! Three! Four! Five!”
The guy suddenly starts coughing and the girl behind me starts crying for the emotion. I feel her arms wrapping around my shoulders as she keeps sobbing against my ear.
“Oh my God thank you, thank you Zac!” Daniel says.
I look at the guy, who’s gulping for air and still coughing. He doesn’t seem to understand what happened, but I can tell he is somewhat thankful. I check his pulse to make sure it is regular and then I stand, letting his girlfriend take care of him.
“What the fuck?” I spread my arms glaring at my friend.
He swallows. “I swear Zac if he had drugs with him I didn’t know! It could have been anything though.”
I shake my head slowly. “I can’t believe no fucking one here knows how to save a damn life! Didn’t anybody here take a damn course?”
He cringes apologetically. “I know that’s a shame. Thank you, Zac.”
I exhale and I stroll to the fridge where I grab a bottle of cold beer, downing it in one single gulp.
“Do me a fucking favor,” I tell him.
“Yeah, sure what?”
“I want everybody outta here. Now.”
“Oh, um, yeah sure. Give me a couple of minutes and-”
“I said now.”
“Yeah ok, sure,” he mutters and then turns. “Ok, guys the party’s over.” He says loudly enough for everyone to hear.
“One more thing,” I groan.
“Yeah, anything Zac.”
“Make sure he gets home safe.”
“Yeah, I’ll drive him home with a cab.”
***
Once alone in my apartment, I take off my boots and socks and I lay on the sofa with my ankles crossed on the coffee table. The strong odor of perfumes mixed with the stench of cocktails fills the air. I get up and slide the window completely. The skyline is beautiful, the night breeze is chilling but pleasant, and I realize how lucky I am. I worked hard, and I deserve this, I think.
For a moment I’m tempted to go back down to her, but I shake my head slowly letting out a sarcastic grin.
‘It’s not going to be the same.’
What happened was sudden and spontaneous, and now it would be just a pathetical attempt to
recreate that magic atmosphere.
“Nah. Not for me.” I mutter strolling back to the sofa.
22
Zac
I wake up abruptly and I realize I fell asleep on my couch. The temperature is chilly and soft blows of winds brush my hair. I grab my smartphone on the coffee table and I go close the window, cringing as I look up at the gloomy sky.
As I prepare a hot steamy black coffee, I think of Grace and I grin shaking my head. I promised I’d have never cared for a woman again, but I can’t get her out of my mind. I can’t get rid of her scent. I can’t help reliving those intense moments, thinking how excited we both were. Her soft moans and her tender lips disclosing against mine. Her heart pounding. Her hands exploring my face, my shoulders, and my back. Her arousal gradually intensifying. My head is about to explode. I clench my jaw tightly before taking a sip from my mug and smacking my lips afterward. It’s hot and black, and that’s the way a coffee should always be.
After taking a shower and changing my clothes I’m ready to go to my studio but I suddenly stop in the middle of the living room and I linger there for a few seconds. I have an appointment for a tattoo that a good client had booked a few months ago but I say, “Fuck it!”
I quickly get my phone out of my leather jacket’s pocket and I dial my sister’s number.
She answers after three rings.
“Hey, Zac what’s up?”
“Hey, do me a favor.”
“My God now what?” She squeals. I imagine her rolling her eyes, seated behind her desk.
“Nothing you won’t be able to do.”
She grumbles. “Yeah right, what d’ya want?”
“Tell the nine o’clock appointment I’m gonna be late, like an hour or something, alright?”
She blows the air against the microphone. “Whatever, what should I tell him though?”