Ten Year Crush

by Toshia Slade

  At the end of my shift, Tiff pulls me into a hug. “Have fun, everything will be great. Go enjoy yourself, you deserve it.”

  “Thanks, Tiff.” I kiss her cheek and head to the back to get my bag.

  My phone buzzes in my back pocket while I’m walking to my car. As soon as I pull it out I see it’s from Cam.

  CAM: CAN WE PLEASE TALK BOUT FRIDAY? WANNA MAKE SURE WE’RE OK.

  I’m not even going to respond to that. How can everything be okay, after he drops all that shit on me and then just walks away? Anger pulses through my veins. He’s been calling and texting, but I just don’t know what to say to him. Everything isn’t okay. I can’t just go back to hiding everything. Maybe I just need some time. Time to get over him, and then we can be friends again.

  ***

  Once I’m home I text Brandon my address and let him know I’ll be ready at seven thirty. Hooking my phone up to my stereo, I crank the music up and head for the shower. I work a good lather into my hair and sing along with Alicia Keys.

  The hot water pours over me and I can feel the anxiety wash away. I’m left feeling excited and ready for the night. I’m going to get there. I’m getting back up on my feet. Cam isn’t going to hold me back anymore. I’m going to live for me and what makes me happy, no more false hope.

  Out of the shower, I head into my closet to pick out my clothes. I’m going with my favorite pair of skinny jeans and a dark purple top that hangs off my shoulders, and then lays loose around my midsection, cinching back in at my waist. I grab a strapless hot pink bra and matching hot pink thong.

  I keep my makeup light and more natural looking and I take the extra time to straighten my hair. A pair of black flats finishes off my outfit.

  The doorbell rings as I’m coming down the steps. Right on time.

  The first thing I see when I open the door is a bouquet of roses. Then, Brandon pokes his head out from behind them. “Happy late birthday.”

  “Thank you, but you didn’t have to do that. Dinner would have been more than enough.” I take the flowers and bury my face in them, drawing in the scent. Oh, they smell so good. “Come on in. I’ll put these in some water, then we can go.”

  Brandon looks really nice tonight. He’s dressed in a pair of light blue jeans and a dark blue button-up with the sleeves half way rolled up his arms. His hair has that sexy messy look going on. I’ve never been into the surfer-boy types before, but Brandon is definitely changing that.

  “How was work?” He asks, leaning against the wall and looking around the room.

  “It was good. Busy, but good. Did you have any trouble finding the place?” I ask, bending down to get a vase from under the sink. I can feel the heat of Brandon’s eyes on my ass.

  “I actually live in the complex, but in the back. What are the chances of that?” He says with a chuckle.

  “Really? That’s crazy.” I finish adding water and arrange the flowers before setting them on the kitchen table. “These are beautiful. Thank you.”

  “You’re beautiful. Ready to go?” He smiles showing his white teeth.

  “You’re not so bad yourself, Mr.—” Crap I don’t know his last name.

  “Andrews. Brandon Andrews. Don’t feel bad, I don’t know your last name either.” He chuckles.

  “Murphy.”

  “Okay, Miss Murphy, you ready to go?” He sweeps his arm motioning for me to go first.

  “I am. Let me just grab my purse.” I walk into the living room, picking it up off the couch. “Okay, I’m ready.”

  “Pizza okay with you? I know a nice little place not too far from here.” He places his hand on my lower back, guiding me outside. No sparks or butterflies. You’ll get there, give it time.

  “Oh, is it Shaq’s Oven Baked? I love that place. My roommate and I go there all the time. Best pizza ever.” I turn and lock the door, then throw my keys down in my purse.

  “That’s the one.” We walk out into the parking lot and Brandon heads for a cute little Camaro. He opens the door and holds it for me to get in. Two points for Brandon.

  We make small talk about how the rest of our days went on the short drive to the restaurant.

  As soon as we park he jumps out, leaning in he says, “Let me get the door for you.” Swoon. He’s definitely a gentleman. Once my door is open, he reaches in for my hand to help me out of his car.

  “Thank you.” I could get used to this. I’ve never had a guy be so polite, well other than Josh and Cam. Nope not going there.

  “My pleasure.” He keeps a hold of my hand and leads the way into Shaq’s.

  “You all dining in or getting an order to go?” The girl behind the counter asks.

  “Dining in.” Brandon releases my hand and places it on my lower back. I feel the heat from his hand through my shirt. It’s crazy how comfortable I feel with him already.

  “Follow me this way, please.” The hostess comes around the counter, grabs two menus and silverware, and seats us in a back corner booth. I love the décor in this place. The floors are black and white checkered tile and there are pictures of Italy all over the walls.

  “What can I get you all to drink?”

  “I’ll have water with lemon, please” I say and look to Brandon.

  “I’ll take a Coke.”

  “Do you all know what you want or do you need a minute?”

  “We need a minute,” Brandon replies, picking up his menu.

  Once she walks off, Brandon sets his menu down and looks at me.

  “So, what do you like on your pizza?”

  “I’m good with just about anything, but mushrooms and fruits.” I scrunch up my nose. “I love fruit, but not on my pizza. I love spicy too, so I’m good with whatever.”

  Brandon is laughing at me. “I take that back, you’re even cuter when you scrunch your nose. Okay, so what about a large Meat Lovers with jalapenos?”

  “Perfect!”

  When the server comes back, Brandon places our order. We make small talk about things we like to do. Once our food comes out, we chat and ask all of the get-to-know-you questions.

  I learn that he’s twenty-three, has two older brothers, and he’s the baby of the family. His mom is an Elementary school teacher and his dad owns a car dealership. He’s going to school for a Business degree so he can go work for his dad and someday run the company. I can tell that he is a big momma’s boy and seems to be close to his dad and brothers. I love that he is a family person. Family is everything to me.

  Brandon pays the bill and we’re heading out to the car. “Thank you for dinner, that was really good.”

  “Who said we’re done? I want ice-cream.” He grabs my hand and pulls me away from the car, practically bouncing. He seems like such an energetic person.

  “God! How are you even going to fit it in after all that pizza you just put away?” I giggle, following him. I had two pieces and Brandon finished the rest. I don’t understand how guys can eat like that. Girls look at food and it goes straight to our ass.

  It’s a quick walk to the ice-cream place right around the corner. I’ve been here a few times; it’s pretty good.

  “I’m going to get a banana split. Know what you want?” Brandon wraps his arm around my shoulders.

  I feel the heat of his side pressed up against mine and breathe in his cologne, woods and spice. Damn, he smells good. I shiver. “I think I want a caramel sundae.”

  We get our order and head to a small two-person table, on the side, in front of the windows. Brandon takes a couple bites of mine and I do the same with his, avoiding the pineapple. I only like the chocolate and strawberry parts.

  After finishing, Brandon holds my hand as we walk back to the car.

  “Are you full enough now?” He rubs his thumb back and forth over the top of my hand.

  “Oh my god, I’m stuffed. And after all the calories tonight, I may not eat tomorrow.”

  “Hey.” Brandon spins me around in front of him and he grabs my chin with his thumb and forefinger. “You’
re absolutely beautiful. I love your curves. I find them quite sexy. I also know how well you move those hips.” He has a sexy grin on his face.

  My cheeks heat along with the rest of my body. I haven’t been this attracted to anyone for a long time. Well besides... Nope, not going there. “You make me feel beautiful.”

  Brandon lowers his head and his lips brush mine. They’re so much softer than I thought they would be. It’s just the briefest of touches, as if he’s waiting to see if I’ll stop him. Desperate for more, I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer to me.

  His eyebrows shoot up.

  Whoa, when did I suddenly become so brave?

  His hands drop from my face and move to my hips. He presses his lips back to mine and traces the outline of my lips with his tongue. I open up to him. Our tongues are swirling and moving together. I moan. Brandon’s a great kisser, but I can’t help but wonder what Cam’s kiss would be like. I dive in deeper to the kiss, wanting to push away everything Cam.

  Heat pools at my center, and a needy ache builds. Brandon moves his hands to my ass and pulls me closer so I feel what I’ve done to him. I love knowing that I affect him like this, that I make him this hot.

  Someone clearing their throat breaks us apart. I look over Brandon’s shoulder and see a middle-aged couple. They both look amused. Thank god, it wasn’t a mom with kids or something.

  “Sorry.” I say to the couple, then duck my head hiding my face in Brandon’s chest.

  He wraps his arm around my waist and starts walking to the car. “We always get interrupted, don’t we?” He’s laughing and I’m trying not to die of mortification.

  “Shut it. I’m never like that. I hate having a bunch of attention drawn to me.” I smack his stomach and he grunts.

  I fake pout and he stops to pull me into his arms. “Hey, I’m sorry I got carried away.”

  “It’s okay. I got carried away too.”

  The ride back to my house is filled with us laughing and joking about being busted making out.

  Walking up to my door, I pull my keys out. Brandon turns me around to face him, rubbing his hands up and down my arms. “I really did have a good time. I want to see you again.”

  “I had fun too.” My chest aches and I fight the urge to rub it. He isn’t Cam, but at least Brandon wants to be with me. Spend time with me. My heart races. Is he going to kiss me again? It’s been so long since I’ve been with someone I completely lost myself earlier. “We can get together later this week. Just call or text me.”

  “I will.” He raises his hand and tucks some hair behind my ear, and then slides his hands into my hair, gently cupping the back of my head to pull me into a kiss. He just presses his lips softly to mine a few times and leaves them there for a second or two.

  Not wanting to go inside alone, only to think about him, has me pushing for more, tilting my head to the side, and licking at his lips. The heat from earlier comes back, flooding my blood. I grab fistfuls of his shirt and pull him closer. A whimper escapes my mouth when he grabs my ass and squeezes with his other hand. Diving deep in my mouth with his tongue, worshiping and exploring, pulling me in even closer, I can feel him growing harder against my stomach. Pushing me even further over the edge. “Inside. Now,” comes out on a moan.

  I’m fumbling with the keys trying to get the door unlocked and Brandon is running his lips and tongue up my neck, biting and sucking. My head falls back, “feels sooo good.”

  Door. Unlock now!

  Pulling myself from Brandon, hoping it will help, I finally get the door unlocked.

  As soon as I swing it open, he’s on me. Grabbing my hips and pulling my back to his front. He kicks the door closed with his foot and his lips are back on me. Rubbing his hands up my sides, he cups my breasts in both hands, squeezing, dragging out a sound I’ve never heard before. It’s a mix between a moan and a purr. “Fuck, Gabby. So fucking hot.” He pinches my nipples through the fabric of my shirt and bra.

  “Don’t stop.” I grab a handful of his hair and hold his mouth to my neck.

  “Not a chance, babe.” He spins me around and backs me up to the door, pressing my back into the cool metal. Through the thin fabric of my shirt, it feels so good against my heated body. “This needs to come off.” Ripping my shirt off over my head, Brandon sucks in an audible breath. “Oh, fuck. Did you wear this for me?” he asks, running his forefinger over the lacy edge of my bra.

  I nod, unable to form words. The mixture of the lust blazing in his eyes and the feel of his hands on me has me in sensory overload.

  “I bet your panties match, don’t they?” He licks his lips like he’s starved.

  “Yes,” I moan. My head falls back at the feel of his finger traveling down my body, between my breasts, down my stomach, around my belly button, over one hip, and then the other.

  “These gotta go too,” he says, tugging on the button of my jeans. Within a matter of seconds my shoes are off and my jeans are removed and slung over his shoulder, landing somewhere on the floor. “It just keeps getting better. You’re seriously hot.” Running kisses up my thigh, he ends by pressing a kiss to my hot wet center, breathing in deep.

  I bury my hands in his hair and pull, trying to pull him up to my lips. I don’t have the patience to wait anymore. “More. I need you in me.” Moving my hands to the back of his shirt, I bunch it up and pull. He gets my hint and helps me pull his shirt off.

  He runs his hands up the backs of my legs as he stands, stopping with both hands planted on my ass. I grab his head and pull him in for a kiss, not wanting to be away from his lips for another second. Both biting and licking at each other’s mouth, I fumble with his belt buckle and button on his jeans.

  “Condom. Wallet. Back right pocket.”

  Reaching behind him, grabbing his wallet, I hand it over while I drop his pants. Admiring his washboard abs, I run my finger down his stomach. Sliding my hand down the front of his boxers, I wrap my hand around his silky, steel arousal.

  Brandon drops his wallet on a groan, and then he’s ripping the condom package open. I pull down his boxers just far enough to release his cock. Slipping the condom on, he says, “This is going to be fast. I can’t wait another minute to be buried deep inside you.”

  “Yes. Yes, I can’t wait either.”

  Cupping my ass in both hands, he picks me up and I wrap my legs around him. A stab of pain hits my chest and Cam’s words slam into me. “Your short legs and how damn hot they'd look wrapped around me.” I whimper and shake my head. Don’t go there, Gabby. Time to move on. Remember, that’s why Brandon’s here. Moving on!

  Brandon’s words draw me out of my thoughts. “Hold on tight.” He leans me back against the door, holding me up on his thighs and one arm under my bottom. He reaches between our bodies, moving my panties to the side, and slams into me.

  “Ahhh,” I cry out, throwing my arms over his shoulders, and grabbing his hair.

  “Sorry, did I hurt you?” He starts to pull out and I squeeze my legs tighter.

  “No, feels good. Don’t stop. Fuck me hard, Brandon. Make it hurt so good.” Make me forget. That was all the encouragement he needed. He sets a pounding rhythm that has me throwing my head back and closing my eyes, wrapped up in the feeling of how full I feel, the sound of our flesh smacking together.

  Pinning me against the door he releases one hand and runs it up my back, unhooking the clasp on my bra. He pulls it away from my body, tossing it to the floor. His mouth is on my neck, biting, sucking, licking, and kissing. His fingers on his free hand are doing delicious things to my nipples, pinching, caressing, and flicking them. I start to feel my release building, and my moans are getting more and more high-pitched.

  Releasing my nipple and my ass, he slides his arms between our bodies, hooking my knees over his forearms, and placing his hands on my back for support. He takes a step back to allow more room and leans me into the door. He starts a punishing beat, harder and faster. The new angle gives him room to go deeper and causing him
to hit new spots.

  “Oh, fuck. Don’t stop. Yes, harder. I’m sooo close.”

  “Me too. So fuckin’ tight.” With me leaning back more on the door, Brandon can lean in to me. He hungrily takes first one nipple, then the other into his mouth, back and forth between the two. Licking, sucking, and scraping his teeth over them. Releasing one on a loud pop, Brandon lifts his head and his eyes almost look like they’re glowing from the hunger. “Play with yourself, Gabby. Want you with me. I want that sweet pussy milking me.”

  Hearing those crude words coming out of his mouth stretches my strings even tighter. Releasing my death grip in his hair, he takes a small step back, allowing me to lean back on the door more. I slide my hand down to my over-heated, over-sensitive center. I rub my fingers in circles, first slow then fast. I give just enough pressure to feel it, and then add a little more. My head slams back into the door and I groan. Brandon lets out a groan. “That’s so fuckin’ hot, Gabby. Make yourself come on my dick.”

  I work my clit faster, harder. I pinch my eyes shut, dark hair, blue eyes, and a sexy smirk displaying a dimple pops into my mind. The orgasm blasts through me, taking over my body. “Yes!” I scream out. Guilt chases the afterglow of my orgasm away. I just need a little more time, every girl fantasies about being with another man at some point. Right? Not one that you’ve been in love with for a decade.

  Brandon’s thrusts become jerky and his body tenses. He lets out a loud grunt then locks his body in tight to mine. He rests his head on my chest, both of us panting, trying to catch our breath.

  Opening my eyes, I see the mess we made from the soft glow of the lamp I left on. My clothes are thrown everywhere. I let out a giggle and Brandon pulls his head up. I have to laugh or I may break down and do something stupid.

  “It hurts a man when a girl laughs after he’s just fucked her.” He pulls me forward and slowly pulls himself out, and then sets me back on my feet. Still holding my waist to make sure I have my balance and can stand, “You okay?”

  “Never been better. And, I wasn’t laughing at you. I was just looking at the mess. And, laughing, because once again, I lost control of myself with you.”