Once again, I closed the distance and began a new assault on her lips, jaw, and neck, then I continued my descent to her perfect tits. Gently I eased her down onto the lounge chair. Not ideal, but at this point there was no going back, and it was gonna have to work. She made quick work of my shirt and took a second to admire my in. I didn’t give her long, because I knew we could be busted at any time. I didn’t want her to change her mind, so I kneeled beside her and went to work on her pants, gently pulling them down those fine as fuck legs that I wanted wrapped around me. It was like she could read my mind. She pulled me closer and wrapped them around my waist as I began kissing her again. I reached behind her and unclasped her bra, letting those perfect tits fall. I could feel her nipples harden as they rubbed against my chest.
She began working on my pants as I put her nipple in my mouth and sucked, which was rewarded with a soft moan. Damn, this woman was sexy. As I caught her mouth again, she finally got my pants undone. I eased her panties down her legs, kissing here and there on my way to her feet, and as I pulled my boxers down I couldn’t help but take a second to be in awe of the beautiful woman lying in front of me. Slowly I climbed on top of her and started kissing her, my hands going everywhere and nowhere all at the same time. I put my hand on her hip and entered her. Slowly I seated myself inside her, and once in, I glanced up at her, kissed her and began slowly pulling out and thrusting back in. She moaned softly and ran her fingernails down my chest, which earned a moan from me. I began to pick up the pace, faster and a little harder, and as I began to build my climax, she dug her nails in as she came close to hitting her climax as well. “Damn baby, hold on,” I moaned as I was about to come. Then she moaned, “Fury” in a hoarse whisper, and with that I let go of pent up frustrations and other thoughts that weighted me down. We lay there for a few minutes trying to gather ourselves and our thoughts. I pulled my boxers and jeans on and handed her clothes to her as I lit a cigarette. I walked to the edge of the deck, leaned on the railing, and tried to figure out what the fuck just happened.
What had I just done? What was I thinking? This shouldn’t have ever happened. I couldn't let her think that this was something that I always did, or that I wanted all the time. I turned to find her and that’s when I noticed that she wasn’t there. I snuffed out my cigarette, took the butt, and threw it in the trash. Lost in my whirlwind mind, I hadn't even realized that she left. I literally ran into her coming out of the bathroom.
"Hi." was all she said.
"Shit, I thought you ran away from me."
"Nope, just had to pee. Why are you looking at me like that?
"I just haven't done that in a long time, and I didn’t want you to think that’s what I am after, and I didn’t plan it, and I'm sorry for everything that happ.."
Before I could finish, she raised up on her toes and kissed me. "I willingly participated in that. I know you didn’t plan it, so shut up. Now, I want another beer and I would like to go back outside. You coming with me, or am I going alone?"
I nodded and let her lead the way to the table. She sat on one chair and I stood beside her, both of us clearly trying to make sense of what just transpired. I had thoughts of regret, joy, hope, and heartache running rampant through my mind. I regret that I did it, I'm overjoyed that I did it, and I am heartbroken that I did it. It did, however, give me a sense of hope that I could eventually move on someday. That I was capable of having a relationship with someone else.
She stared at the ocean as I stared at her. No amount of alcohol would justify what we had just done. I wonder what she is thinking? Was she battling some of the same feelings I was? She even said that she didn’t do this kind of thing and yet here I am making her do something out of the ordinary. Was she comparing me to the other two idiots in her life? Why are all these questions in my head right now? Was this some way that people dealt with the walk of shame? Wait, was she going to walk the walk of shame? Good god, what have I done?
“Rumor,” I started to say.
“Just don’t, okay? Clearly, you are not comfortable with things, and come to think of it, I don’t really know if I am either, now that the liquor is wearing off. That has never happened to me before. Sex doesn’t just happen with people I am not involved with. I am now feeling a little disheveled, and I think I need some time to digest all this." The effects of the alcohol were gone, and courage was in short supply now.
"You want time? You got it. I don’t really know what to say right now. I do this, but not with girls that matter, so it’s new to me as well."
"Did you really just tell me that? After I just had unprotected sex with you, you tell me you are a whore. Great. Do I need to be tested?"
"What the fuck, Rumor? Get tested if you want, but I am safe when I am with anyone except….", I stopped before I went any further.
"Except?" she asked.
If I say her then it looks like I'm desperate and grasping at straws to keep some kind of arbitrary line of communication open. But, if I say anything about Daisy or that situation, I open up a whole new can of worms.
"You. Lately, that is."
"Look, we are both adults. Let's just forget about it and go about our night and see how things play out from here on out, yeah?"
I didn’t reply. I turned and nodded, then left her there on the deck.
Back inside the party was still going on strong. Magnum had decided he was going to show off his mad dance skills. He looked like a drunk white guy trying to out-do a dancer that dances freestyle. I noticed Raige just staring in disbelief at the idiot on the table. Clearly, Mag had too much liquor. I grabbed the twitching moron and hauled him off the table and into the living room and dumped his ass on the couch. Maybe, if I caused enough of a scene with him, no one will notice that I have been gone, and perhaps no one will put together that Rumor was gone, too.
"Hey, maaan. Why you gotta go and kill my groove like that?" Magnum asked in a drunken voice.
"Mainly, because you looked like you were an epileptic up there having a seizure. You're welcome, maaan." I mocked him.
It wasn't long until he was passed out and Raige could finally have some peace and let loose for a while without Magnum trying to sway her mind to give him a chance.
Rumor quietly walked past us and yawned.
"I'm spent. I'm headed to bed. Night y'all."
All at once everyone, except Magnum, said goodnight. I watched her walk her fine self up the stairs, and fresh memories of what just happened a few minutes prior came back to me in a rush. Its awakened parts of me that I needed to stay asleep. I immediately changed my focus to Magnum and things died back down. I gave her a few minutes to get to her room, then I carried my drunken buddy from the couch to his room and plopped him down on his bed. I thought about being a good friend and at least taking his shoes off him but decided against it.
When I left his room to head to mine, I passed Rumor in the hall. We just looked at each other. No words were said, no feelings exchanged. Just blank stares. It was like she was willing me to talk to her, but what do I say? Sorry I just defiled you on the deck? Thanks for a good time? Seriously, I had no idea what to say to her. I didn’t say a thing. Just looked at the door to my room, and closed the distance, leaving Rumor to be with her thoughts alone in the hall.
One thing was for sure. If I was going to keep her at arms distance, this was a sure-fire way to do it. Nothing like ignoring a girl after you sleep with her to run her off. Even for me, this is beyond cruel. She asked for it. Yes, she asked for it and I needed it. It was for the best, or that is what I tried to make myself believe.
Chapter 12
Rumor
WHAT HAD I done? I was connected to him now, and no matter how I thought I wasn’t, the connection was made. I’m not able to sleep with someone and not have any type of relationship with them. I am simply not wired that way. I couldn’t burden him with the drama of my life. Nor do I want the drama in his life, that he won’t talk about.
There were two ways the
rest of my time in PCB could go. I could suck it up and be like the majority of women that are capable of casual, no strings sex. I could also ignore him, and act like none of this happened, that last night was a really awesome dream. Tomorrow was just as good of a day as any to figure that out. Tonight, the inner siren inside was basked in the glory of her escapade on the deck.
Thoughts of Creed and Crosby passed through my mind as I started trying to piece together this debacle. I had somewhat come to terms with losing Crosby. I knew I couldn’t change it. Losing Creed on the other hand, that still bothered me. As much as I didn’t want finality, I also needed it. I had accepted that it isn’t healthy to live the way I am living, but I don’t want to accept that things are really over. Not when I have zero proof of him being permanently gone. Now Fury was in the picture, and there’s whatever we are. I’m caught between wanting to want him, and wanting to not ever talk to him again, for his own sake.
As thoughts of everything swirl around my head, I hear a knock on the door.
"Come in," I say with surprise in my voice. Who in the hell is knocking on my door?
I listened for the doorknob to turn and silence.
"Fury?"
Nothing.
"Well, fine. Have it your way. I'm not begging you to come in here. Remember, you’re the one that knocked on my door."
"Uhhh. Rumor, I'm drunk. Really, really drunk. Even I can see there is something up with you and Fury. You should remeid… remedial…rem… you should fix it," slurred a sloshed Magnum.
"Look, Mag. I appreciate you looking out for me, but there is nothing going on between us. If there was, would we be in separate rooms? And why are you knocking on my door?"
"Uhh, yeah. It's called de-ni-al. You both are swimming in it. See what I did there? De-ni-al. The Nile?" He said proudly.
"We all see the looks, and feel the tension. I am trying to play matchmaker. I call it. Right here, right now. You two will be together at some point. I see that even through the beer goggles."
"You're drunk, Mag. Go to bed." Oh, Magnum! How is it that the drunkest one here has the clearest vision? Shit, did he see us?
"Is this asshole bothering you?" Fury rumbled as he made his way past my door.
"He is just trying to be helpful, no worries." I lied.
Fury cut his eyes at me and tried to see what was going on in my head. I knew his look, as it was the one I shared in return. Our eyes locked, and briefly, it felt like things had settled down between us. Just as quickly as it happened, it was over.
"See? That right there! I see it. You two knockin' boots? You're acting weird and shit. I'm hungry. We got any food?" Mag changed the subject, laid down on my bed, and fell fast asleep.
Fury glared at Magnum, but didn’t say anything, he just turned to leave. He stopped before he got to the door, "You sure he is okay here?"
"I think he is pretty harmless as he’s plopped down on the foot of my bed passed out. Clearly he wasn’t too hungry. Poor guy, drunk munchies are awful."
"Look, Rumor, do you want to talk, or does all this weirdness just have to run its course? I don’t know what is going on and I damn sure don’t know how to deal with it."
"Look, this is the first time I have ever done anything like that, so I have no clue how this is supposed to go. I would say that we need to figure out what it is that we want from each other in the time we have left. I am only here a couple more days, then its back to Rudy. What I do know, is that no matter how much I say, I can just let things be and not have any strings, I just don’t know if it is humanly possible. Sex is supposed to mean something right?"
"Not always. Does it tonight?"
"I don’t know, that’s the thing. I don’t want it to, but if it don’t then I'm a huge slut. I don’t want it to be weirder than normal between us. This can’t be helping that any. Did it mean anything to you?"
"I'm not sure I have an answer to that. I will say you aren’t the same as the others. You don’t repulse me, and I would never call you just for a booty call. I can say that there is no love there. So take that answer for what it is."
"Truth. I can handle that."
An awkward silence passed before he said, "Since there is a passed out idiot on your bed, you can sleep in my room."
"The other girls are going to have to deal with him if I leave him here."
"So? Raige might enjoy it. She could really have some fun with this, if she wanted."
"Fury, I…"
"I won’t make you, nor will I beg you. I am just trying to let you have a bed since Magnum took yours. Hell, if you don’t want to, then I will load him up and drop his drunk ass back at his own room. Only this time, I will lock the door. It'll take the drunken idiot a minute to figure out why he can't open the door."
"I think that is best. I need time to wrap my head around what happened. I can’t do that if I am distracted by the very thing I am trying to wrap my head around. I don’t know if I am okay with everything, and clearly I can’t be trusted alone with you."
He didn’t say much. He looked at me with confusion and conflict in his eyes as he turned and walked away. I guess I was going to find my own sleeping arrangements tonight.
Why was this so hard? Why can't I just nail and bail like so many other people? No, not me. I have to have morals and shit.
I clearly wasn’t going to sleep anytime soon, so I decided to go back downstairs and enjoy the peace and quiet. I missed Rudy in that moment. I missed the frogs croaking, crickets singing, and all the other wildlife sounds at night. Here there were only ocean sounds, and I was quickly becoming homesick. I made my way quietly down the hall and before I got to the stairs I heard Fury talking to Chief. I hurried down the stairs before I was seen, to avoid eavesdropping.
At my newfound spot of solace, which was ironically the same spot that Fury and I had sex a bit ago, my head started to clear. Was it the salty air? I realized, and came to terms with the fact that, I would see what happened. What's done is done and I couldn’t change it if I tried. If we didn’t speak again, that was fine. If we hooked up again, eh, there are worse things that could happen, right? He is good looking, and nice to me, most of the time. Why can't I knock the cobwebs off? We are two consenting adults. There should be no strings or weird feelings. I had to force myself to get over that.
As I came to terms with things, I felt a light touch on my shoulder. As I turned around slowly, I saw another twenty dollar bill in an outstretched hand. This time though, it wasn’t Fury. It was Chief. Great, he told Chief about that comment. Oh well, seems as if these bikers have a thing for paying me for my thoughts and opinions.
"Chief? What are you doing?"
"Well, someone said that you don’t like to talk unless you are getting paid for your thoughts."
"That makes me sound like a prostitute. Only patrons get my thoughts, not my body. Nonetheless, it’s still sleazy. I don’t want your damn money. What do you need?"
"He is all tore up and won't tell me why. Seems as if you are the cause of his discontent."
"I didn’t realize I was that bad for him. I will stay away," I said sarcastically.
"Damn it, that ain't what I meant, and you know it. You two seem to have an amazing chemistry, and you don’t even see it. Even Magnum noticed and he is drunk. He thought he saw you two making googoo eyes at each other before he got so trashed he started gyrating on the table."
"Gyrating?"
"Well it sure as hell wasn’t dancing. I don’t care how much he thinks it was. He is mistaken."
"So what do you suggest I do then, matchmaker?"
"Go talk to him. "
"Yeah, because it’s that easy."
"Nothing easy is worthwhile, and nothing worthwhile is easy. You have a choice to make, Rumor. I will tell you again, you are good for him. I haven’t figured out yet why, but you two are something else. Don't you at least owe it to yourself to see what is there? Huh? What is it going to hurt?"
"You bikers are bossy. If I go talk t
o him will you leave me alone about it?"
"Yes."
"Well, that was easy enough."
"I really think it will only take this one time. I’m telling you, there is something about him now that you are here. It's weird."
"You can say that again." I whispered under my breath.
He looked at me and grinned, then shot me a wink. Not a hey-your're-sexy wink but a I-know-what-you-did wink. Shit. I can feel the color rise in my cheeks. Before I revealed everything, I went to find Fury.
A strong feeling overcame me. It hit me right in the chest. It was warm, light, and happy. Not love, God knows I wasn’t ready for that, but a feeling of contentment and peace. I was finally able to accept things and possibly have a somewhat normal presence for the remainder of the time I was here. I still missed the sounds of the woods, but I wasn’t as homesick as I was before.
I walked down the hall, and found the door that Fury was behind. I approached it like I had all the courage in the world. I stopped before knocking to take a deep breath and round up my courage. Just as I was about to knock, he opened the door.
"Hi," was all I could say.
"Hi. What are you doing here?"
"I came to talk, if you are up for it. If not I will go back outside and leave you alone."
Fury looked intently, his eyes slightly moving back and forth, searching for something. "It's fine, you can come in. I guess we have some stuff to deal with, don’t we?"
"Yeah, its called feelings, Fury. They seem to be very confusing and contradicting, and I don’t know how to deal with them. It seems as you are the root of all the feels right now."
He ushered me into his room. It was fairly bare and boring. It gave nothing away, no looks into his past, no family pictures on the walls, no warmth at all.
"Sit." he pointed to the bed.
"Okay, thanks."
"You want anything? I'll go get it right quick."
"Beer actually sounds fantastic."
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