by Niquel
I laid there for a while and couldn’t fall back to sleep. Crazy thoughts circulated through my mind, as I wondered how good Jake was in bed and if Allan would be okay with this.
I finally got the nerve to call Jake back and he answered the phone right away.
“I’m glad you called.”
“What else is there to talk about, so we kissed it’s not a big deal.”
“I worried about you all night Alecia. You never know what could have happened.”
“Jake, how do you think Allan would feel if he knew you were hitting on me?”
He didn’t say another word so I decided to get off the phone with him.
“Bye, Jake.”
Luckily I didn’t have to work today. I normally would just lay here in bed all day and sulk, but I picked up my phone to try and reconcile with Al by text.
Me: Hey, we really need to talk about last night.
Lover: Listen, Al is back with me now, you can get lost bitch.
Are you fucking kidding me right now? I launched my phone at the wall, thankfully it didn’t snap in two. I couldn’t begin to even express the level of anger I possessed at that moment. Not even 24 hours have passed and he’s already fucking with her again. Granted, Jake and I kissed, but we didn’t spend the night together.
I ran across the room to scrape my phone up off the floor and text Jake.
Me: What are you doing tonight I’d like to see you again.
Creep: Meet me in the park around 9 P.M.
Me: I’ll be there.
I only wanted to see Jake out of spite tonight, and I felt like getting into some trouble. I seriously couldn’t believe that slut stayed the night with Allan and I wanted to make him pay.
My phone rang, and Allan’s nick name displayed on my caller I.D. I sent it straight to voicemail because I didn’t have anything to say to him, but I played the message he left anyway.
“Alecia, call me back, we need to talk.”
I’m guessing he didn’t even notice the text his lover girl sent me this morning. I’ll call him back when I’m ready.
I pulled my pink curtain’s back, looking outside to check the weather, and it was gorgeous out! The sun was shining bright, the clouds looked like fluffy marshmallow puffs accenting the crystal blue sky, and the birds were chirping together in harmony.
I calmed myself down long enough to give Allan a call back.
“Hello?”
“What, Allan?”
“Listen, I know you’re mad at me but nothing major happened with Stacey.”
A loud irritating voice in the background interrupted him mid sentence and said, “Don’t lie to her, Allan. You fucked me all night long.”
I hung up on him and blocked his number. It was clear something was going on between them.
I took a quick shower and put on my favorite dark jean shorts and red fitted t-shirt. I brushed my hair into a neat bun just above the nape of my neck, and slipped my red flat sandals on.
I knew I couldn’t stay mad at him for long, because other than this situation, we’ve never actually had a real fight before. I unblocked his number and messaged him.
Me: I need to see you soon, this is just stupid.
Lover: Come by at eight o’clock tonight.
Several hours passed and I took my lonely one hour trip to Auburn. I decided not to bring my duffel bag with me this time because I hadn’t planned on staying the night or fucking him.
As I pulled into the driveway my heart sank, Allan and Jake were sitting on the steps together talking. I thought for sure Jake had thrown me under the bus. I parked in my usual spot, and met up with them in front of the house.
“So, what now?” I asked.
Jake smiled at me and bolted for the door leaving Allan and I alone.
“Stacey stayed the night but I didn’t fuck her. She kissed me but that’s it.”
“Why would she say those things then?”
“Because she’s an overly jealous bitch. Jake told me ya’ll hung out last night because you were upset.”
“We did, and I was.”
“Come inside so I can make it up to you.”
He took my hand in his and led me to his bedroom. I had no clue what he was up to, but he had my full attention. Once inside, he pushed me onto the bed then seductively whispered in my ear, “Just relax.”
He slid my shorts and panties directly onto the floor, gently kissing my lips, then making his way in between my thighs. I could feel his warm tongue inside of me, spreading my lips apart and gently sucking and licking on my clitoris, until my legs shook uncontrollably. He placed a firm grip on my legs, clamping them down so I couldn’t resist the pleasure. My entire body heated, tingling to the touch, and then a very loud moan escaped my lips. He clasped his jaw tightly against me, as an insane amount of fluid soaked his face. That was the first time I had ever squirted from oral sex and it felt amazing. He wiped his mouth, and smiled at me.
I laid there motionless, unable to find the strength to move my body. Suddenly there was a knock at the door; Al quickly covered me with a thin black sheet on his bed.
“Come in. I swear, Jake always shows up at the wrong time!”
“Hey, can I borrow two hundred dollars?
“What do you need the money for this time Jake?”
“I have to get new needles, transfer paper, and ink man.”
“Alright, you better pay me back by Friday!” he yelled.
Allan pulled out a thick black leather wallet and handed his brother two crisp hundred dollar bills.
“I will,” Jake said, as he gave me the evil eye for being naked under Allan’s sheets.
Chapter 3: Meeting Mr. Shaw
Kayla and I were on our lunch break when I first caught sight of him. I couldn’t look away as he walked back and forth across the metal beams, carrying wooden 2x4’s over his shoulder. He worked at the construction site across the street from my job and his team was assembling a brand new two-story house.
Standing at about six-foot one with sun kissed skin, thick muscular arms, and a beautiful smile. His facial hair was thin and neatly trimmed, starting from each side of his jaw line and connected around his lips and chin. His legs were solid, but not too muscular for his tall slender frame, and his ass looked tight and toned.
Traditional construction gear was not his forte, he wore a plain reflective vest with no shirt underneath, dark blue jeans that hung slightly off his waist, exposing the top of his Hanes boxer briefs, and a hard hat with red and light brown accents on both sides. He always had a red bandana in his right back pocket and a large brown leather tool belt that rested comfortably around his waist, full of hammers and other small tools.
After weeks of eye stalking from the distance, I decided that today was the day I’d finally talk to him. I had been rehearsing for weeks trying to think of clever things to say, but nothing seemed good enough.
“Kayla, this is it. Today is the day I’m going to put myself out there and see what happens!” I whispered in her ear.
“What are you going to say?”
“I don’t know I’ll just wing it.”
As we crossed the street, my stomach started to flutter. I could feel the nerves settling in as we inched closer and closer to the construction site. I took my visor off, stuffed it into my right pocket, and pulled out my Coach wristlet.
“I’m nervous Kayla,” I whispered in her ear.
“Just remember to be you,” she said.
He stood by a tall, black metal fence, talking on his cell phone. As we approached the gate, Kayla spotted Chance walking towards her with his tin lunch box in hand. Chance was a guy she’d met a few weeks prior at the same site. From what she described he seemed like a sweet guy, and she was head over heels for him already. I think the exotic Spanish accent she raved about is what she liked the most about him. She left my side to be with Chance, so I had to improvise.
I dropped my Coach wristlet on the ground in front of the gate and kept walking. T
here was nothing inside of it, but I figured it would get his attention.
“Hey, Miss! You dropped something!” he shouted at me with a southern accent.
I quickly sprinted around the fence ignoring his yell, but he ran up behind me and tapped me on the shoulder.
“Here, you dropped this back there.”
“Thank you, I’m always dropping this stupid thing.”
“You need to be more careful. It is from Coach you know? Any lady would be happy to take it off your hands,” he said, with a slight grin on his face, flashing the deepest dimples in his cheeks.
“I’m Allan Shaw, by the way,” he said while extending his hand towards mine.
“Well, ‘Allan Shaw by the way,’ I’m Alecia Moore.”
“Nice to meet you Alecia: Is there a way to keep in contact with you? Just in case you drop that wristlet again, I mean.”
“Perhaps, you can give me your number and maybe I’ll contact you.”
He pulled a ripped receipt out of his pocket with a small pencil and quickly wrote his number down on it.
“Make sure you don’t drop this, it’s more valuable than your Coach wallet,” he laughed.
“I’ll try.”
I quickly turned around, walking away without speaking another word to him. I looked at my watch and realized my 30 minute break was over, and Kayla came running after me.
“We’re late,” I told her.
“I know but wasn’t it worth it?” she said with a huge smile on her face. Her cheeks were flushed with a warm glow and her pale skin suddenly showed signs of life.
“Of course it was.”
“So, what did you do?”
“I dropped my wristlet near him while he was on the phone, and kept walking like I didn’t even ‘realize’ I dropped it. He ran after me, gave it back, we joked for a few minutes, then he gave me his number and that’s basically it in a nutshell.”
“Wow, so are you going to call him tonight?”
“Nope, I’m going to make him sweat for a while.”
“Well, good-luck. He is really cute. Oh and Chance said he’s single.”
“Not for long, if I have anything to do with it.”
After my mid-shift was over, I looked back across the street at the large wooden skeleton that was in the shape of a house. They hadn’t been working on it long, but the first floors structure was completely finished. It seemed like it was going to be pretty big because, there was a spot for a double front door, two large bay windows, and two stone steps that rested right in front of the empty door frame.
I walked around the back of the sub shop and across the parking lot. My car was parked next to the closing manager Cindy’s-all black BMW 5 Series coupe and her sunroof was still open.
I told Kayla I would make Allan sweat, but I was getting very antsy and wanted to call him right away. I decided to go home and shower first, and then maybe I’d shoot him a message.
I get home and immediately run into the bathroom. While turning the water on, I remembered I hadn’t had sex in over a year. He was the first guy I’ve actually talked to in a long time. Most of the guys I’ve been with weren’t really ‘boyfriend material’ but I could feel there’s something different about Allan.
My imagination ran wild, as I stepped inside the piping hot shower. I envisioned his big, strong hands, all over my body. Pulling my hair, slapping my ass, and making me his, in the roughest way possible. I bet he could do more things to me then I could ever dream of.
After my shower, I slipped on a silk night gown and gave him a call.
“Hello?” his voice was even sexier than I remembered.
“Is this Allan?”
“Yes, who’s this?”
“Someone that may have found your number laying on the ground.”
“That’s too bad because the beautiful lady I gave it to was told to keep it safe,” he quickly responded.
I felt a warm sensation in my cheeks. He thinks I’m beautiful? I giggled like a little school girl, talking to her crush on the phone for the first time.
“I guess you’ll just have to get to know me now instead, since she lost her chance.”
“Okay, Alecia.”
“Ha, how did you know it was me?”
“Lucky guess.”
“How’s your night going?”
“Pretty boring, I could really use some company tonight.”
“Sorry to hear that. Can’t you invite a friend over?”
“You’re my friend, wanna come over?”
“I bet you would like that wouldn’t you?”
“I would, especially if you show up in that tight red and black uniform from earlier.”
“Why, would you like me to make you a sandwich?”
“I’d like you to do a lot more then make me a sandwich.”
“Is that so?” This guy was such a pig, but I couldn’t force myself to hang up with him.
“Do you want to come see me tonight?”
“No, we just met, and besides I don’t even know where you live.”
“Auburn, you should come by Ice, I promise I won’t bite, unless you want me too.”
“Ice?”
“It’s your new nick-name. I never have to ask a girl more than once to come over so to me you’re cold as ice.”
“Well, I’m not most girls.”
“That’s good, but all girls break eventually.”
“Alright Al I have to go, I have class tomorrow.”
“Maybe you could stop by afterwards.”
“I doubt it, night.”
“Night.”
Every morning my alarm was set for 6:30 because, I always took forever to decide on my wardrobe for the day. Although my school was close by I needed the extra time to plan accordingly. I heard a few subtle tap’s against my window pane, and peeled my curtains back to reveal the pouring rain outside. While ransacking my closet for something to wear, my phone rang and Sub Stop showed up on my caller I.D.
“Hello?”
“Hey Alecia, its Cindy, the store will be closed tonight for renovations. The new tile flooring finally came in, and only the key holders need to be present. So you have the night off.”
“Okay thanks, I’ll see you tomorrow Cindy.”
I continued searching for something nice to wear since I didn’t have to work tonight. I stumbled across my favorite three-quarter length turquoise shirt, black denim jeans, and my black rubber rain boots in the closet. I brushed my thick curly hair into a low ponytail, put my black fitted Red Sox cap on, and grabbed my huge zebra print umbrella.
Wednesdays were the shortest class day of the week because our teacher had a prior Graphic Design commitment outside of school. We only had to attend class from 8:30 A.M until 1:00 P.M.
I entered my classroom five minutes early, to discover my teacher, Mr. Peterson had called in sick today. He left a note in our virtual class mailbox with instructions. “Class, you can choose to stay or go home, there are no new assignments for today.”
I plugged in my Western Digital drive, retrieved my previous project files and left. Luckily I only lived 20 minutes away from the school, but since it was still pouring out, I stayed in the lobby until the rain died down a bit. I didn’t really feel like going back home so I decided to see what Allan was up to.
“Hey, does the invitation to come over still stand?”
“Of course, but I thought you were busy today?”
“My teacher’s out sick and my job is finally getting its floor renovations done. So since my plans are cancelled, I figured we could hang out. Did you have to work today?”
“Nope, when the weather is shitty, I don’t have to work.”
“Okay, well, message me your address and I’ll see you soon.”
The rain subsided long enough for me to open the door, raise my umbrella above my head, and run to the free parking garage across the street from the lobby. The wind blew very strong as I crossed the street causing my umbrella to fly directly out of my hands
. The back of my outfit was soaked while trying to retrieve it from the ground.
When I got to my car, I typed his address into my GPS and blasted my heat all the way to Auburn. It was about a 45 minute ride there from school and I figured I’d be semi dry by then.
I pulled up to a huge two-story brown and white multifamily house with a long paved driveway next to it. I parked my car at the end of the driveway next to a large oak tree and let Allan know I was here.
He came out of a small side door and met me in front of my car, wearing loose fitting blue jeans and a white fitted tank top. It was still pretty misty outside and the drops of rain just melted off of his toned muscular arms, as he took my hand and brought me inside the house.
“Right this way. My room’s at the end of the hall, but we’re going into the family room. You look really nice by the way,” he said eagerly.
“Thanks, but do you have a place I can change? My clothes are soaked.” Luckily I always left a spare change of clothes in the car just in case of an emergency.
“Put your umbrella on the side of this rack and you can change in this side room here.”
He pointed to a small black umbrella stand with a built in bucket underneath to catch the excess water and opened the door showing me where I could change.
“Want a bottle of water?”
“Sure.”
“I’ll meet you back here when you’re done.”
I quickly stepped into the small den area with a green lounge chair and a single window, to change into my red shirt and khaki shorts. I sat down on his long, black-leather couch that wrapped around the entire back of the room. It was extremely soft and felt very expensive, and there wasn’t a blemish or stain anywhere on it. Meanwhile, I combed the room to familiarize myself with my surroundings. I spotted a huge flat screen TV attached to the wall surrounded by huge Bose speakers and a small black entertainment system. He handed me a bottle of water, the silver remote, and told me to find something to watch.
I couldn’t find anything interesting, so I put on some random pop music station. He tapped me on the shoulder, and while turning my head in his direction, he grabbed my face and planted a surprise kiss on me. His lips were very smooth and melted against mine. He gently placed his hand against my thigh, and I pulled away from him.