The music coming from the stereo is some top twenty pop hit that I’ve heard Kayla playing in our room that has a catchy chorus and a thumping background–exactly what you’d expect to hear at a college party. Once we get in the center of everyone, Matt pulls me up close to him positioning one leg between mine so that it rubs up and down my crotch with each move.
And this is supposed to make me not want him?
His hands slide down my back until they’re gripping my butt, holding me firmly in place in front of him. The look that he’s giving me is anything other than hot and seductive and I’m sure if there weren’t a million people around us he’d be having his way with me right here on the dance floor.
Has he changed his mind?
Feeling a warmness spread throughout my body and an ache beginning to develop between my legs, I decide to go with it and forget about all prior reservations of losing my virginity at a college party. There’s no off switch with my body right now–it’s alive and ready.
Keeping our eyes frozen on one another, I run my hands slowly up under his shirt, enjoying every last ripple of his stomach and the firmness of his pecs. His body tenses beneath my touch and a low moan escapes his mouth. He can try and fight it all he wants, but I know his desire to be inside me matches mine. Our bodies yearn for each other and instantly react with need and want by the slightest touch. Just as my hands slide around his side and graze down his back, Matt loses all sense of control and moves his mouth down to my neck, leaving a trail of feverish kisses up to my ear.
“Oh, you’re so damn hot,” he breathes heavy into my ear just before he nips the bottom of it, making me inhale deeply by the shock of desire that shoots down my body.
He continues his journey along the right side of my neck and then onto the left, breathing heavy between each kiss. My own breathing has become so erratic and deep that it almost comes out as a moan. Every ounce of my body is on high alert for his touch and my hands have a mind of their own as they grip and rub Matt’s back. Every time our bodies dip to the music, our thighs rub up on our sensitive areas giving me a second of relief against the persistent throb between my legs.
“Yo MJ, we gotta get everyone out–cops just rolled up,” Justin, the quarterback, says in a panicked tone after nudging Matt’s side.
Matt instantly removes his attention from me to Justin. “What the fuck for?”
“No fuckin’ clue, but two just rolled up to the curb.”
“Jesus Christ…Alright, start kickin’ everyone out–party is over,” Matt says is an irritated tone. “Babe, go up to my room and lock the door. I’ll be up in a bit.” He leans over and gently kisses my lips before turning off the music and yelling for everyone to get out.
Before the chaos erupts, I slink through the crowd and do as Matt asked, heading upstairs. There are sounds of people moaning coming from the first two bedrooms. I contemplate knocking on the door to let them know what’s going on downstairs, but decide against it–they can fend for themselves. Not knowing how long I’m going to be locked in his room, I take a quick detour to the bathroom. When I come out, I see a disheveled Brynn walking out of the second bedroom–slut! She doesn’t even notice me as she stumbles past and it’s just as well because I really don’t feel like dealing with her crap right now.
Just as I get to Matt’s door, I hear an officer at the bottom of the staircase ask, “Ma’am, do you have ID on you?” I silently chuckle to myself, knowing that Brynn isn’t twenty-one and secretly hoping she gets arrested for underage drinking. As much as I want to listen to the rest of this, I know that I’ve been drinking–and not legally–so I push Matt’s key into his door and slip inside, locking it behind me before being caught by the police.
Even though I’ve been in Matt’s room plenty of times, and have slept here almost every night for the last week, I’m not sure what to do with myself. Normally I’m with Matt when in here and normally we are doing things that I thought I’d be doing at this very second. But, not knowing what’s going on downstairs, and not knowing if I’m going to hear a knock on the door asking me to open up like they do on the show Cops, I sit nervously on the edge of the bed fidgeting and tapping my foot. Although I’ve heard about police showing up and breaking house parties up, I don’t know what else they do. A lot of kids at these parties are underage and drinking–do they arrest all of them? Because Matt’s not twenty-one and he has been drinking. Is he going to get arrested? Is he going to get in trouble for serving minors?
Oh my god. What if he gets arrested?
Suddenly I’m off the bed and pacing the room, wondering what I’m going to do if he gets arrested. Will he call me with his one phone call? How am I going to bail him out? I only have, like, three hundred dollars in the bank from working and I’m sure bail would cost more than that. Will he get kicked out of school? Cortland has a strict three strike policy when it comes to drinking and getting in trouble. I wonder if he already has any strikes?
Just as I’m about to have a nervous breakdown, I hear someone fiddling with Matt’s door and the body that makes my heart swarm with emotion appears in front of me.
“Oh my god, you’re okay!” I breathe out in a heavy sigh as I run towards him, wrapping my arms around his waist.
“Of course I’m okay,” he answers, holding me tightly and kissing the top of my head. “What did you think was going to happen?”
“I heard the police ask Brynn for her ID when I came out of the bathroom which made me laugh because I’d love for her to get in trouble, but then I thought about all the rest of you down there that are underage and drinking and worried that you all were going to get arrested and then I’d be up here by myself while you all were sitting in a jail cell and I don’t have enough money to–”
“Shh…” Matt says, adding a little space between us and holding my face to look at him. “Babe, it’s fine. They just made everyone leave. They asked for Brynn’s ID because she was too fucked up to even give them her name. No one got arrested–everything’s fine,” he assures me in a soft, gentle voice.
“Really? Nobody got in trouble?” I ask surprised.
“Nope. They just said they got a noise complaint and that it was time for everyone to go home. No big deal.” He smiles.
Taking a calming breath, I allow my overactive nerves to chill the heck out, and look up at him with a relieved grin. Matt takes a minute to take me in with an adoring smirk then leans down and softly kisses my lips.
“I don’t know about you, but I’m frickin beat. How ‘bout we throw a movie in and call it a night?” he asks, pushing my hair back out of my face and grinning down at me.
Although I pictured this night going much differently, I have to agree, I’m completely exhausted. Snuggling up to Matt in bed sounds perfect at the moment.
“Sounds like a plan,” I answer back.
Chapter 23
Rolling over, I’m greeted by an empty bed. I sit up in panic and look around Matt’s room, he’s not here. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice a note sitting on top of his pillow.
My body instantly relaxes and warms seeing his cute girly heart at the end. It drives me crazy that this man can freak the hell out me one minute then make my heart skip a beat the next. I think it’s safe to say that Matt brings out every emotion in me, some better than others.
Now that I’m completely awake, so is my bladder. I steal a pair of Matt’s boxer shorts from his top drawer, throw one of his t-shirts over my head, then tip-toe over to the bathroom. When I get back, Matt is sitting on the bed with our breakfast spread out on top of it.
“I have to say the sight of you in my t-shirt and underwear never gets old,” he grins as I sit down next to him.
With a big smile, I lean over and greet him with a kiss. “I have to say the grin on your face every time you see me wearing this never gets old, either.”
“Mmm, I’m gonna miss you today,” Matt says, nuzzling his nose with mine. “I’ve actually gotta eat and run. Coach wants us down to the b
us by ten.”
What a shitty girlfriend I am–I completely forgot he has a game today. Glancing over at his cable box, it’s already twenty to ten.
“I wish I could come,” I confess in an almost pouty voice.
“Eh, it’ll be an easy win and you got your parents coming in this afternoon. I’ll be home before you know it.”
Speaking of that...
“What time do you think you guys will be back?”
“Well, the game starts at one. It takes about an hour to get home from there and we’ll probably stop somewhere to eat, so probably around seven or eight-ish,” Matt answers, shrugging his shoulders.
My parents said that they were going to get here around three. They usually take me shopping and to get groceries before going out to dinner, then typically doesn’t stay any later than 8 p.m.. It works out perfectly.
“Tonight’s your place,” he says in reference to where we’ll be sleeping. “Why don’t you just call me when you’re done with dinner, then I’ll shoot over, assuming we’ll be back by then.”
Not wanting to say goodbye yet, but knowing it’s coming, I respond, “K,” in a less then enthused tone, but with a sincere smile.
“Oh baby, don’t do that. It kills my heart,” Matt says, cupping my cheek with a sweet voice. “I wish I could just carry you around in my pocket all day so I don’t have to see that frown on your face when I leave.”
The thought of being attached to Matt’s hip is both amusing and disgusting. I picture myself like the mouse on Dumbo that hides out in the brim of his hat as they fly together. I’d just be in Matt’s pocket instead. I laugh at the thought.
“What’s so funny?”
“Nothing,” I smile. “Good luck at your game, Babe,” I say with a genuine smile.
He does his usual once over of my face–I wonder what he is thinking when he does it? It’s like he has to study my face so he doesn’t forget what I look like when he’s away. He leans forward and gently kisses my lips.
“Thanks, I’ll see you later. Tell your parents I said hello,” he says before grabbing his sports bag, then turns to give me one last heartwarming smile before walking out the door.
His smile melts me to the core and I decide that I need to start capturing these moments on film. I need to capture the look he gives me every morning when he wakes up, the way he looks at me before kissing me goodbye, the pleased and proud smile he wears after making my body unravel below him–I need to capture it all..
After finishing my breakfast and getting his room and bed back in order, I gather my things and head downstairs. It’s always amusing to see how the house can be filled to max capacity the night before and look like a ghost town the next day. Unlike the first time I stepped foot in this house, it looks like a tornado has passed through. Although I really don’t feel like it, the motherly girlfriend inside of me is telling me that I need to pick up.
When did I become Miss Suzie Homemaker?
Sighing with the acknowledgement that I’m becoming that girl, a softy instead of a witty tough ass, I drop my bag on the floor and head to the kitchen in search of the garbage bags I’m going to need to clean this place up.
After two hours, three garbage bags full of beer cans, and a good scrub down and vacuuming, the house looks the cleanest I’ve ever seen it. I stand there for a minute with my hands on my hips and take in my handy work.
Pretty impressive.
Dying of thirst, I make my way into the garage to get one of my sodas out of the refrigerator before I leave. However, when I open the door my breathing stops and my heart beat accelerates seeing the large plastic containers filled with rose petals, a box of chocolate covered strawberries, and a bottle of champagne.
What the?
I quickly slam the door shut, not even getting a drink like I had originally planned, and stare at the closed refrigerator in front of me. Did Matt buy those for me? Are they even his? Of course they’re his, this is his refrigerator. What are those for? Does he have something planned that I don’t know about? He must have bought them this morning because they weren’t in there last night.
My mind is going crazy with a million thoughts and scenarios running through it. I can’t understand why these are in his refrigerator–it’s not close to Valentine’s Day nor my birthday or any holiday for that matter. There’s absolutely no rhyme or reason for them being here.
Oh my god…
Is tonight the night? Is he planning on having sex with me tonight? He said that he wanted our first time to be special and well this would all make it pretty damn special.
Holy shit.
Matt and I are going to have sex tonight!
Not only has my breathing returned, but it’s very heavy. My heart is still pumping at a ridiculous pace but this time in anticipation. I’m so frickin excited that I could squeal, but knowing that would be pushing it, I squeeze my hands together and jump up and down like an idiot, thankful that no one is home to witness it.
Once I finish my internal celebration, I grab the coke from the fridge that I originally came out here for and actually let out a very small quick squeal when I see it all again on the shelf.
Breathe, Leah. Breathe.
Taking one last glance at the present I have in store for me tonight, I close the door and head back into the house. With a smile that is sure to stay plastered on my face all day, I grab my things and make my way out to my car. With the music blasting, I sing at the top of my lungs as I drive back to the dorms. I even smile at the people who are stopped next to me at the stop light that are looking at me funny –I’m on frickin cloud nine right now and I don’t give a rat’s ass who sees it or what they might think. I’m getting laid tonight by the love of my life and the hottest, most wanted guy on campus.
Hell, yeah. I’m going to celebrate!
Chapter 24
I manage to get a quick nap and a shower in before my intercom buzzes at exactly 3 p.m., notifying me that my parents are here.
“I’ll be right down,” I answer into the speaker.
“Okay, honey,” I hear my mom sweetly say in response.
Grabbing my jacket off the chair, I stuff my cellphone in my back pocket then lock the door and head downstairs. Apparently someone has let them in because they are standing in the commons area of the main floor. They spot me immediately with a big smile on their faces. Being the baby of the family I’ve always been spoiled with love and affection, so having them love me to death every time they see me comes as no surprise–it’s actually expected.
“How’s my Leahbug?” my dad asks, pulling me in for a hug.
Pretty damn excited actually.
I setttle for, “I’m good,” instead.
“I figured we could take you to get some new clothes and stock up your fridge before we go get supper. Does that sound okay?” my mom asks as we head outside.
I smile, knowing that this is exactly what we always do, so why would I expect anything different? My parents are so damn predictable it’s not even funny, but I love them regardless.
“Sure, Mom. That sounds great.”
We dragged my dad around for hours, hopping from store to store and buying more outfits and shoes than I was expecting. Then we went to the grocery store to get enough food to last me months. We stop back at my room to drop everything off, chat quickly with Kayla, then head back out for dinner. I can’t help the anxious leg shaking throughout dinner or the amount of times I check my phone to see if Matt has called or text. The closer the time gets to Matt getting home, the more eager I am to be done with dinner and be back at my dorm.
“Is everything okay, Leah?” my mom asks after I check my phone for the hundredth time.
“Huh? Yeah, sorry. Just expecting a call.” Well, not really. I’m supposed to call him when we’re done, but what other reason can I give for checking my phone over and over?
“Anyone we know?” she asks with a raised eyebrow and a grin.
Seeing that Matt would have tagged along to
night had he not had a game, I think it’s suitable to enlighten my parents on our relationship.
“Um, no. You don’t know him. He was actually going to come tonight to meet you guys, but he had a football game in Binghamton, so he couldn’t make it,” I tell them in one breath with a prideful smile.
My mom’s face immediately brightens ten shades and my dad looks at me shocked. Yes, I’m sure this is quite the news for them. Their little Leahbug has never had a boyfriend and has never even spoken about a male of interest before, for that matter. This is a pretty big deal and their faces certainly show it.
“Well, um…that’s great,” my mom says in a shocked, but excited tone. “So, is this a boyfriend or just a friend or…?”
“Yes, he’s my boyfriend,” I admit, feeling my cheeks warm. “We met during orientation this summer, but we’ve only been dating for a couple of weeks.”
My dad starts to say something, but my mom cuts him off. “So, tell us about him. What’s his name? What does he look like?”
I laugh at her excitement and her need to know everything. Honestly, now that the cats out of the bag, I’m anxious to tell them all about him.
“Well, his name is Matt and he’s the starting wide receiver for our football team.” My mom’s eyes dart open even wider as she leans in a little closer, obviously liking the details I’ve given her so far.
I roll my eyes and smile before I continue.
“He’s much taller than I am and has big hazel eyes and short brown hair. He’s uh, pretty easy on the eyes,” I admit, not being able to hold back the giddy school girl smile. Matt’s frickin hot as hell and just thinking about him makes my body tingle with excitement, still amazed that someone so gorgeously sexy is mine. Knowing that I probably shouldn’t get that explicit with my parents, I wear a goofy grin instead while I picture my hot ass boyfriend in my head.
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