by Eden Rose
“Ye-”
Liz’s head falls back and she shakes on top of me. I feel the liquid heat of her release as it flows down me and onto my balls. I shove myself deeper and come as well.
Liz
My body’s boneless as it collapsed on top of Garrett. Our hot breaths mingle together as we come down from the high of our lovemaking. Holy shit, we just made love.
The last time I made love with a man was Matt. He was my high school sweetheart and he waited two years for me to be ready. I had this all- American dream that we would lose our virginities together on prom night and then get married before we left for college. It’s silly, I realize that now, but at the time all I wanted was that.
Shortly after I finally gave it up to him, he began telling all of his friends that he was single. I was hurt that Matt would say that to people but I know now that I was just a conquest. He was the All-American football player that my school idolized but he was my boyfriend. I wore his letter-man every day to school.
His friend came up to me three days after I had sex and told me what he had been saying. “Liz, you know that he has a new girlfriend now, right? He wants his jacket back.”
Tears started to cake my eyes and I felt my mascara clump. “You’re lying.”
Jeremy laughed and leaned against my locker. “See,” he points off to the side and I follow his finger. Sure enough, Matt was with the school slut and they were holding hands. Her cantolope sized tits protruded her body and she was rubbing herself on Matt.
I stormed over to him and I demanded answers. “What the hell are you doing?” I whisper-yell and he shrugs.
Shelly, it’s even a slutty ass name, answered for him. “He’s tired of you. We have been sleeping together for a long time and he just wanted to say he nailed the governor's daughter.”
I make a lunge and grab hold of her fake blonde hair and pull. “Stupid bitch!”
Shelly and I are going at each other and I get a couple of punches in before the principal breaks it up and we end up getting suspended. By the time I got home, I had a fat lip and a black eye. My mother was so upset because it was a reelection year or some shit. I don’t even know. I do remember laying in bed more upset at my mother for being more concerned about her political career than me.
My memory of that day is shaken when Garrett lifts me off of him and holds me to his side. Is it wrong for something to feel this good? It probably is.
“So, cupcake. That was amazing,” he whispers against my cheek.
I nod and snuggle in closer. Which is a feat because I’m close to him already. “Yes. Why do you call me cupcake?”
“Because I knew you would be sweet and as addicting as one.”
Holy. Shit. “That’s cute…” Honestly, I don’t know what else to say. Even if it is just a sexual thing, I still have never heard anyway say something that sweet before.
We lay slightly next to each other for an age and I feel myself get softer. It’s strange feeling that way. I’ve been hardened since that day in high school and I don’t even know how to do any of this. Matt ruined my fairy-tale and now I don’t know how to have one again.
Wait, what the hell? Am I thinking that Garrett could be a fairy tale? What the hell is happening to me? I hate this wishy-washy feeling I have and it makes me resent Garrett.
I roll out of his hold and get up on my knees to work my way up. “I’m going to take a shower,” I murmur as I get to my feet.
Garrett grabs ahold of my knees and I stop to look down on him. “Cupcake, that was hot.”
Garrett
I watch her naked body walk to her bedroom and my dick hardens slightly. My shirt is still on and I just managed to kick off my pants when she climbed on top of me. Liz is so beautiful and I loved watching her angelic face contort with pleasure.
The past few weeks have been extra sexy as I got to fuck the shit out of Liz and watch her with Jerry. I must say that doesn’t even compare to what it felt like to make love to her without Jerry here. I’m a possessive bastard and I am trying to be all right with all of this sharing. But I’m close to my limit.
I stripped out of the remainder of my clothes and walked into her bathroom. Her apartment is so feminine and completely her with beige interiors. There’s pictures of Audrey and Liz littered through her living room and a few pictures of others. The decorations are flowers and light pink and are scattered throughout the room.
Walking into her bathroom, I hear the water beating down and see the fog of the shower on the glass of the shower door. Her silhouette is foggy but I can make out her “come on me” tits and her “grab me” ass. Damn it. I’m fucking hard again.
I open the door without an invitation and wrap my arms around her. My body is aligned with her back and I rub my hands down her sides slowly. “Hope you didn’t mind. Knowing you were in here all hot and bothered, got me hard.” To prove my point I thrust my hips and my dick hits her back.
Liz rubs her ass against me and leans into me. I tighten my hold on her and kiss her wet head. Holy hell. Where did this pussy whipped fool come from?
I want to punch myself in the face for being a pussy ass bitch.
Fuck. I’m horny again and I decided that it’s time for her to be too. I slip my fingers on both hands over her tits and tweak her nipples. When she gasps, I suck on her neck and lightly bite right above her collar bone. Before she can protest, I take my finger down and dip it into her pussy.
“Fuck, you still this wet?” I whisperly taunt.
She nods her head and bumps back against me. I shove my dick in between the cheeks of her ass and lightly thrust up. When she bumps against me again, I begin assaulting her clit. I rub the little ball and pull on the hood as she screams and moves against me.
Once she’s spent from her orgasm, she’s now collapsed against my chest, and I hold onto her. Even though my dick is begging to play with her, I tell him to shut the fuck up. It’s time to take care of Liz. I brush her hair out of her face, she murmurs.
“Are you ready to get out?” I whisper and she nods. After the water is shut off, I carry her out of the tub and set her down on the cushy shower mat. “Are you thoroughly fucked, love?”
Liz flinched and I realized I called her by a different nickname. “Love?”
“Fuck. Cupcake. I’m sorry.” I rubbed the towel over her body gently and she murmured her delight of this. My fingers loved tracing her skin and Liz’s skin got goosebumps. “Let’s get you to bed.”
Her body was boneless and it made it easy for me to lead her to the the bed. Her bed is a little too girly for me, but so is this woman in my arms. “Get on the bed, cupcake.” I stood by and watched her climb on her bed with her ass in the air. My hand itched to smack that heart shaped ass.
She snuggled into the pillow and I went out to the living room to get my boxers. Once I slipped those on, I walked back into her room. That blonde hair was all over the pillow and I leaned over to rub it. With a few of her silky strands in between my fingers, I gently twirled around.
This is dangerous. Really fucking dangerous. All of my alarms are going off in my head and I know that this is only going to end badly for me. When she’s laying in my arms like this, it makes me want to keep her here and it scares the hell out of me. This is only going to end badly for me because she will never want to settle down.
She’s the governor’s daughter and I’m a fucking cop. What the hell do I have to offer her and why the fuck do I want to offer her anything?
Ever had a Come To Jesus moment? I just had one. I’ve liked her for years and I’ve lusted after her for all of that time. Now I need to find a way to handle this and fight my “flight” urge no matter how strong it is.
*
The wind was blowing in my face and I choked on the dust which is coated along my throat and nasal cavity. There is loud bangs and children crying everywhere by the time I come to. I don’t remember how I got here, this hospital looking place, but I have a feeling that it’s not an American hospital
.
Curtains surround the tent-like structure and they are stained with multiple colors probably because of the fucking weather over here. I gently leaned on my elbow and felt the hellish sting from where I must have fallen out in the field. There’s people lined up and waiting to be seen but none of them are from my crew.
Anxiously, I remember Damien and Baron. Damien had become some sort of a friend lately and I wanted to make sure he was okay. Baron, he’s a hot head and I needed to find out if he’s in here.
Fuck. I hope he’s not in here.
Go-
I stop myself and look at my body while looking out over the sea of people. How can a God exist if this is what His creation is doing to each other? I used to be a religious man and follow the strict Catholic origins but as soon as I went to war, that all ended.
A God wouldn’t do this to people. Wouldn’t make children kill other children. Wouldn’t make pregnant women strap bombs around their bellies and walk out in a field full of American soldiers.
No, a God would have protected people and made them show some sort of humanity towards them.
War has deluded my morals and ethics but even I know that I couldn’t strap a bomb on a kid. I even know that I wouldn’t strap a bomb onto my pregnant wife.
“Yo, Michaels! How y’re feeling?” Sean asks me. We’ve known each other for years and I was happy to see him apart of my team even if he is a dipshit. He’s the typical All American boy who will make his family proud one day.
My parents haven’t even sent me a letter yet. I’ve been in this fucking hell for over a year. The only one to write me is Audrey. I have asked her before if she could get a word out to my parents but they never responded. They don’t respond to Baron either, so I shouldn’t be too upset.
It’s almost the end of my tour and Baron and I are excited to go home. Audrey’s graduating and has decided to become a dentist. It’s pretty crazy to think about her being a doctor; fuck, I still think of her as a nerdy girl running after her brothers with a doll. She’ll always be that to me though. Even after that dumb professor raped her, she’s still innocent. I don’t like to think about how things could have been different if we would not have kicked that guy’s ass.
Even as I shrug, I wince. “Ya’know. Livin’ the dream in the sandbox. Is it time for us to go fuckin’ home yet?”
Before he can answer me, there’s a loud thud and something wet falls on my cheeks. Am I crying? Why the hell are there tears coming down my face?
“Fuck!” Sean yells as I see a mass of red fly through his chest. His seemingly white appearance has been tainted with red.
Before I can even think about it, I rip the wires out of my arms and jump off the cot to go to him. There’s screaming and yelling in different languages and it’s fucking frustrating as shit that I can’t understand it.
“G!” Baron yells as he runs up to me. He sets his hand on top of mine that is resting on the part of Sean’s body that is red.
“Find that fucker! I want him dead!” Sean started gurgling with blood and I balanced his head up so that I could look at him. “You’re good, man. Don’t worry about anything. Everything is going to be okay. Medic!”
The blood is caking my and Baron’s hands as we hold the bullet hole in Sean’s chest. We already know he’s about to die. It’s only a matter of fucking time before he does die. It doesn’t take a medical person to know that he was shot in the chest and if he does survive… Probably not going to happen.
Have you ever looked in the face of your teammate or brother and told them that they are going to die?
Liz
Ever have one of those dead sleeps that when you wake up from it, you are disoriented? Yeah, I was having one of those. It was a dreamless sleep and all of a sudden, I fell off the bed.
After a loud thud from where I fell, I look up and see Garrett thrashing from side to side. It’s obvious that he is in the middle of a very active dream.
I know that he was in the forces but I don’t know much more than that so I can’t help him. This feeling of inadequacy isn’t a feeling that I’m liking. How the hell am I supposed to know what the fuck to do?
Just when I felt something in my chest, I knew I had to act before I started thinking about my fucking feelings. I crawled up my bed and began to shake him. His body is caked in sweat and my hands slide over him.
His eyes fly open and the same brown eyes that belong to Audrey are staring at me. The major difference between the eyes is the fact that Audrey is my best friend and Garrett… Oh god. I think I really like him.
If I didn’t like him, then why the hell do I feel the sudden urge to make sure everything is okay with him? I want to reassure him that he’s safe. I’ve heard of these kinds of dreams but I never witnessed one. How do I do this?
Garrett’s eyes uncloud and he looks at me. “Oh, fuck… What are you looking at? Why are you looking at me like that?”
“You don’t remember?” I ask as I take my hands off of him and set them on my thighs. I’m kneeling next him on my knees but I feel insignificant towards him. Even though I’m a nurse, I have never dealt with something like this. This is completely different. He probably has PTSD or something.
He shakes off his dream and climbs out of my bed. Before I can stop him, he’s dressed and walking away from me. “Where are you going?” I demand as I slip on my robe while running after him. I’m so scared that he’s going to do something stupid.
“I’m going home. This isn’t working anymore, Liz. We’ve had our fun. It’s done.”
My body stops right in front of my door and I yell: “What the hell is the matter with you?”
“The matter with me? Really, Liz. You can’t even make a decision as to whether or not you want dick or pussy.”
His words hit me in the face and my body turns rigid. “What?” It’s whispered but I know I have spoken because his face contorts with anger.
“Yeah. Liz, you can’t even decide if you want me or Jerry so you have us both. Until what? What’s going to happen when one of us wants more from you? Then what are you going to do?” I feel the silent tears fall down my face and I know he’s getting the reaction that he wants from me.
“But…”
“We are just your dirty secret so your family doesn’t know, aren’t we? I bet your family doesn’t know that you’re sleeping with multiple people or belong to a sex club. Do they? Are you that afraid of people knowing about you?”
I close my eyes against the tears that are forming and bare my teeth. “What do you want from me?” Seriously, what did I do that was so wrong? My chest feels as if there is a thousand pound weight resting on it and I’m deeply uncomfortable.
“Nothing. Why would I want to be with someone that can’t make up their mind? I don’t. Liz, you are a fucked up person and I hope you figure your shit out. I’m outta here.”
I lunge for the door to stop him but he’s out of my place before I can do anything. There’s a massive hole that is being ripped in my chest and I think about what just happened.
My fingers dial Matt’s number and I wince when it goes to voicemail. His cheery message floods through my ear and I hang up before it beeps. I call three more times and each time it’s the same thing. “Hey, it’s Matt. I’m busy.”
My phone beeps and it’s from Audrey.
Audrey: sooooo cant wait to c u!
Me: yeah, see you tomorrorw!
I dial Jerry’s number and she answers right away. “Hey, baby.”
“Hey, J. How are you?” I ask quietly because I’m so nervous about everything.
She coughs and I hear rustling on the other end of the phone. “What’s wrong? You never call me.”
Way to make me feel worse. “Can’t I just call and see how you are?”
There’s a man’s voice in the background and I feel more weight as it falls on top of me. “You haven’t before. I gotta let you go! Bye!” The “bye” comes out like “byeeeeee!”
So wait. I get dit
ched by Jerry and Garrett?
After all is said and done, I crawl into my bed and throw the blankets over my head. “Why is this happening to me?” I squeal and yell. My face is scrunched up and I feel the tears coming down my cheeks.
“Shut up, whore!”
“God damn it, Davey!”
Garrett
I break about six traffic laws as I fly home. It’s fucking stupid. She caught me in a nightmare. She now knows that I’ve been struggling but I can’t put up with that. I can’t have her looking at me as if I’m some lost soul or something. No! I can’t do that. It would kill me if she knew that I had nightmares like some pussy bitch.