Wanting Winter

by J. L. Ostle

  But he knew my name. He said he had heard of me. I guess men gossip just as bad as girls. I don’t know if I should feel flattered or concerned as he seemed really interested in me. Images of his eyes keep flashing in my mind. God, the way he was looking at me…

  Heading towards the campus, I am in my own world when I feel someone bounce into me. I turn to see Candice smiling at me before she links her arm through mine. I hate how bubbly she is first thing in the morning.

  “Guess who I fucked last night?” She squeezes my arm.

  I roll my eyes. “Is it a celebrity?”

  “Nope.”

  “Then I have no idea.”

  “Joshua Thomson.”

  I stop walking and face her. “I told you what happened on Saturday between him and me, and you still slept with him? Do you know how fucked up that is?”

  “It kind of, sort of happened.” She bites her lip. “I was at a party and we started talking and one thing led to another. He is really good in bed. I love a man who knows what they are doing.” She fans herself.

  I continue walking rolling my eyes. “Do you not feel like he only fucked you to get back at me? He promised that he would get between my legs. I guess he thinks by fucking you, I will feel jealous or something.”

  “Not every guy is after you, you know,” she says angrily.

  “I know that, but you and I know that he is. He’s a dog, Candice. You know he always tries it on with me. He is like a dog with a bone.”

  “I have to go.” She walks away from me. I call out her name, but she ignores me.

  Walking through the courtyard, I feel the same shiver as I’d felt on Saturday run up my whole body and I turn to see Mr. Mysterious having a smoke on the far side of the court. Again he is watching me, his head turned, observing me.

  I am about to walk toward him when a crowd of people walk by blocking me. Once they move out the way, the guy is gone. I look both ways, but I can’t see him. Checking time, I groan as I head to my first class. Yup, you can definitely tell it’s a Monday.

  I take my usual seat in the classroom and after a few minutes, Patrick takes a seat next to me. He gives me a smile then gets his laptop out.

  “Morning,” he says in a cheery voice.

  “Morning,” I say back whilst typing out a message to Candice to tell her that I still love her, and that I don’t want us to fall out over that ass. Knowing that she is my only main friend, he probably fucked her hoping that I would fall out with her. Patrick is a friend, but it's not the same.

  I swear I want to cut that man’s dick off.

  “You have angry face.”

  “Sorry. Candice slept with Joshua Thomson last night.” I slump back in my seat.

  “Enough said. He probably did it to get back at you.”

  Thank God someone else agrees with me.

  “I guess you said that to Candice and she got upset?”

  “Yeah, Candice is my best friend and I don’t want some guy to get between us.”

  “She loves you, and I think once she has time to let what you said sink in, she will come around.”

  Placing my hand on his, I smile warmly at him. “You always know how to make me feel better.”

  I’m logging into my laptop when that feeling runs through me yet again and I quickly look around the room, that excitement running through my veins.

  He's here.

  I spot him near the classroom door watching us, his eyes once again staring at me before he walks away. I have such an urge to run after him, but I don’t.

  “Are you okay?”

  I face Patrick. “Yeah, I'm fine.”

  The professor walks in and I listen, taking notes, but my mind wanders every now and then to the guy with no name.

  Lunchtime couldn’t come quick enough. Walking into the already-full cafeteria, I head in line to get myself a drink and an apple: the food looks a little dried out today. After paying I walk back in the middle of the room wondering where I'm going to sit.

  I’m looking around when I feel someone squeeze my ass. I turn angrily to see a jock smiling at me giving me a wink. Joshua is sitting next to him and I want to slap that pleased smile right off his face. Instead, I glare at him and his friend. Leaning down to look at the Jock, I give him my best bitch face. “Touch me again and I swear I will cut your balls off with a blunt knife.”

  “Oh, come on,” he chuckles, shaking his head. He looks to his friends and back to me, but I keep staring at him.

  I bend down a little more so we are level and I stare into his eyes. “I am being serious. Touch me again and I. Will. Cut. Your. Balls. Off.” I say each word slowly.

  “Okay, I'm sorry.” He lifts his hands up in surrender.

  I pat his head. “Good boy.” I smile sweetly before walking away.

  Men are pigs.

  Walking to a table with a free seat, I plunk down, smiling to those also at the table before I grab out my phone to see I have no reply from Candice yet. She is going to drag this out, the drama queen. I look over to Joshua who is sitting on the table staring at me.

  When he notices me looking at him, he blows me a kiss then gives me a wink. I lift my hand giving him the finger, but he just smiles. A guy says something to him and he laughs nodding his head.

  I can't believe Candice slept with that dick.

  I look around the room and spot Mysterious Guy sitting a few tables over, smiling and talking to a friend Is this man perfect? His smile is even dreamy. Like he can feel me watching him, he looks my way and the smile falls, his eyes trained on mine.

  I look away, hating that I was staring at him, and I look back to Joshua and he is glaring at the guy before he turns my way.

  Dammit.

  I stand up, putting my apple in my bag and leaving my drink. This is why I hate sitting on my own: I feel awkward.

  I am near the exit when I feel my arm being pulled, and I turn around to see Joshua smiling down at me before he pins me against the wall.

  “No Candice?” His eyes trail over my body. “Has she told you how good I made her scream?”

  I push his chest hard. “You are sick, you only made it worse for yourself now: I don’t fuck with my friend’s sloppy seconds. Too bad, because you know I was considering it on Saturday. Now there is no way in hell you get to touch this.” I glide my fingers down my body.

  His jaw ticks. “You think you are so it, but you’re not. You are one big cock tease.”

  I pretend to yawn. “Yeah put me down. That’s how to get into my pants. I don’t think I'm all that; it's you who sees me as some game to win. Grow up, Josh.” I smile knowing he hates people calling him that.

  “No wonder people call you the Ice Queen.” He sneers before walking away.

  “Josh,” I call out and he turns. “Candice told me about your condition. It’s okay that you’ve got a small dick.”

  His eyes go angry and people start laughing. I blow him a kiss before leaving with a satisfied bounce in my step.

  The rest of the day goes by fast but unfortunately, I don’t get to see Mr. Mysterious again. Candice also doesn’t return my messages, although I know she will come around.

  Driving home, I sing to Shakira ‘Whenever, Wherever’ at the top of my lungs, letting the day slip away.

  I park in my usual spot, heading inside the apartment complex, heading to my floor. Once I'm through my door, I drop my bags on the floor going straight to the kitchen area to make myself a cup of tea.

  Leaning back on my hands on the counter, I bite my lip thinking about the gorgeous guy. For the first time in ages, I'm excited about going to school tomorrow. Images of him fill my mind.

  Still waiting for the kettle to boil, I walk past the spacious living room to my bedroom, and, opening my bedside table drawer I search through its contents until I find my bullet: my sex toy.

  Lying on my bed, I lift my skirt up to take off my panties, spreading my legs open as I start to tease my clit with the vibrations. I close my eyes, imaging the guy
watching me—him sitting across the room, his eyes fully staring at me as I please myself.

  Moving the bullet around my clit, I can feel that ache getting higher and higher. I am so close and when my clit pulses with my orgasm, I lay there feeling sedated, not wanting to move.

  This guy is really getting to me and I don’t even know him.

  I clean my toy, putting it back in place, and grab a very hot shower before settling with my cup of tea on the couch. Putting on Vampire Diaries, I fawn over Damon Salvatore, trying to get rid of thoughts of the guy with no name.

  I couldn’t wait to get to school this morning. I look at all my surroundings when walking around, but I don’t see him anywhere. The day is starting to turn into a downer. Patrick has been super nice to me and I feel bad that I have hardly listened to anything he has said, but I really wanted to have another glimpse of the one that is making me crazy.

  At lunchtime, I head to the cafeteria and once again its full. Getting myself a drink in line, I get annoyed when I feel hands on my waist pulling me into a hard body, I turn my head seeing Joshua smiling down at me.

  “Hello, beautiful.”

  “I'm not in the mood for you today,” I say pulling away from him.

  “Don’t be like that. I am sure I could turn your mood around; you just have so much tension built up.” He tries to rub my shoulders, but I turn around facing him.

  “Don’t you ever give up? You and me,” I point to him, then me, “it’s never going to happen. Move on; get a life.” I sigh in relief when I get to the till and pay.

  “I know it will happen; it’s only a matter of when.” He winks at me before heading to the jock table.

  I roll my eyes, looking around the room, and giving up on finding a seat, I decide to head outside when I hear my name being called. I smile when I see the mysterious guy standing at a table indicating for me to join him. Walking over to him, I smile.

  “We meet again,” I say.

  He sits back down, his eyes not leaving mine. “Want to join me and my friend?”

  I look at his friend with messy blonde hair and brown eyes who is gawping at me.

  “I’d love to.” I take a seat.

  “I heard you threaten to cut off a guy’s balls yesterday. Would you do it?” the friend asks me.

  “I don’t like men who think they can feel you up without permission. Would you let a guy grope you?” I ask him.

  “But I am a guy.”

  “Doesn't matter. You wouldn’t like it, would you? It shouldn’t be okay just because I don’t have a dick. If I need to cut some balls off for some of these guys to take a hint, I would.” I look at the mysterious guy and his eyes are trained on me. “By the way what’s your name?”

  He smiles at me. “Do you need to know my name?”

  “Yes.” I lick my lips and his eyes go to my mouth. All I can think about is him kissing me again.

  “What do I get if I give it you?” He smirks at me.

  I roll my eyes. “I'm not in the mood to play games. All men do is play games.” I stand up, but he grabs hold of my wrists bringing me back down into my seat.

  “Sit.”

  I want to tell him to fuck off, but his eyes are piercing into mine. I sit. “Don’t tell me what to do,” I tell him.

  “Why?”

  “I don’t like being ordered around.” I don’t let men have power over me unless I give it to them. Men giving orders with no pleases or thank you irritates me. Well, outside of the bedroom anyway.

  He leans in towards me. “But you listened to me. Do you like that I ordered you?” He moves in further. “If I told you to kiss me, would you?” I feel his breath on my lips. “Would you?” he asks again.

  I don’t look away from him. I know the answer and I’m sure he knows it too. It’s like he has some power over my body as I do want to do everything he asks me too. I want to please him, so I know this will end in trouble. I don’t like that I'm already wanting him to have power over me. “I'm going.” This time I stand up and start walking away but I feel him following me.

  He pulls my arm, pulling me into him, his hands going to waist. “You're angry,” he says. “Why?”

  “Why won't you tell me your name?” I avoid his question.

  “If I told you to kiss me, would you?” He fires back. I can feel his fingers dig into me. I gasp at the painful feeling, but it’s a pleasurable kind of feeling. I look into his eyes and they notice they have got dark. His fingers dig in deeper, pulling my body closer to his. He leans down so his mouth is close to mine. “Tell me to kiss you and I will.” I feel his tongue glide along my bottom lip, and I open my mouth a little. “Tell me,” he growls.

  I look up at him, my fingers digging into his hair, my body flush against his. “No,” I say before walking out of his arms, leaving the cafeteria, my breathing coming in fast.

  Trent

  I watch her go, seeing that tight ass of hers sway. I look around the room and see everyone watching me. I guess we did put on an interesting show for them. A few whisper, and I glare at each of them.

  “What?” I shout and they all look away as I head back to the table.

  Drake is looking at me shaking his head. “You went the wrong way with that. She seems the type that hate men telling her what to do.”

  I know that, but she listened to me when I told her to sit; I saw it in her eyes. She wants to obey me, she just doesn’t like that she wants to. “She likes me though.”

  “Because you are different than the other men. You aren’t being obvious in getting in her pants.”

  “I'm not after a quick fuck,” I tell him.

  He arches his eyebrow at me. “Come on man. You want to fuck her as much as any guy here.”

  I know he is including himself in his statement.

  “Yeah, I want to fuck her, but I want to know her more.”

  She is fascinating. I like seeing the different conflicts pass through her eyes. There’s something about her that means I can't keep away. I feel like I'm the moth and she is the flame.

  She is my undoing.

  “If you do fuck her, tell me if it is like everything I dreamed of. I heard her pussy is like a golden vagina: rare and beautiful.” He goes into his own world and I throw my chip at him.

  Where does he get this shit from?

  “I think the person who needs to get fucked here, is you.” I laugh.

  “I'm working on it,” he says before looking at his phone.

  I look back to the doors where Winter went. Without thinking twice about it, I stand up and decide to follow her. Saying a quick goodbye to Drake, I leave, heading down the hall, wondering where she might be. I keep walking until I see her go into the girl's bathroom.

  Standing outside the door, I momentarily have second thoughts about entering, expecting that she’ll probably think I'm some stalker, but then I change my mind.

  Fuck it.

  Pushing the door open, I see her leaning on her hands on the counter. She faces me with a confused look before she looks at me angrily.

  “What the fuck? Get out.” She stands straighter.

  I walk towards her. “Tell me you want me to kiss you.”

  “No,” she says bitterly.

  I push her against the wall, my body blocking her in. “Tell me,” I order.

  “No,” she says again, but this time her voice is softer.

  I lean my face closer to hers. “Just tell me.”

  “Why?” she breathes.

  “Because I want to kiss you so badly.”

  Her eyes search mine, the anger evaporating and interest and lust taking over. “You can’t have power over me.” Her hands go to my chest.

  “Don’t you realize it yet?” I shake my head.

  “What?” Her big eyes look vulnerable and cause an ache in my chest.

  “It's you who has the power.”

  Her eyes search mine. “Then kiss me.”

  I look at her mouth.

  “Please,” she pleads. />
  My lips goes to hers. I press my body harder against her, causing her to moan into my mouth, as I fist my hand in her hair and pull her closer to me.

  Fuck, she makes me crazy.

  My hands wander down her body until I reach her ass, and when I lift her, her legs wrap around me while I carry her to the counter, pressing my erection against her and feeling her nails digging into my upper arms.

  I kiss her harder; I never want to stop.

  Dammit, I want to be inside her so bad.

  I hear the doors opening and I try to stop, but she doesn't let me. It fucking turns me on even more that she doesn't care who is watching. I pull her closer to me, and I start to kiss from her jaw, to her neck. I then start biting and sucking her neck, marking her, letting every fucker on campus know that I have branded her. She moans out into the room and I hear a couple of girls whispering behind us. Fuck it they can watch if they want.

  “Get a room,” I hear a girl say.

  “We are in one. Keep watching if you want, I don’t mind,” I hear Winter say against my lips, but not long after I hear the doors close once again, indicating that they have left.

  I pull back, looking at her, seeing her swollen lips and flushed cheeks. “You are so fucking hot.”

  She smiles at me again.

  “What is your name?” she breathes.

  “Trent. Trent Matthews.”

  “It suits you.” She kisses me one more time. “I think we should head towards our next class.”

  I know she is right, but fuck, I don’t want to. “We should.” I press my forehead to hers.

  She jumps down off the counter and we leave the bathroom to see the hallway full of students, and they are looking our way. I bet they know what we were doing. I am sure those girls told people.

  Girls are looking at me with interest as men are looking at me with disdain. I also see that preppy boy next to Winter’s friend. She is looking at me with interest. I wouldn’t expect it from her.

  “Yes, we were making out like a couple of teenagers. Move along,” Winter shouts out, and a few start walking away.

  I smile that knowing it wasn’t twenty minutes ago that I did the same, yelling at everyone to mind their own fucking business.