More Than Her

by Jay McLean

  "Yep," she announced, unashamedly.

  Her phone pinged. She looked at the phone and laughed.

  "What is funny? Give it to me." I tried to reach for it again. She slapped my hand away.

  "Fine." I huffed out. "I don't wear a shirt, you take your jeans off."

  She smiled. "Actually, I was going to ask if I could change into one of your sweats. You know," she paused for a beat. "I just want to get comfortable."

  I didn't even think twice. I picked her up by her ass and carried her over to the bed, where I lazily threw her down. She squealed with laughter as she landed. I pulled out a pair of sweatpants from my dresser but held it behind me. "Strip," I told her.

  Her eyes went huge.

  I raised my eyebrows.

  "No," she deadpanned.

  I waited.

  "Fine," she ground out.

  I leaned back on my heels, anticipating a show.

  She kicked of her shoes and laid flat on the bed. Then she unbuttoned her jeans. My eyes stayed focused on her hands.

  She cleared her throat. I looked up at her face. Then I heard the zipper start. My eyes automatically went down to her hands. "Stop," I said.

  She did.

  My eyes travelled from her hands on her jeans, up her body, until our eyes locked. "I want to do it." I repeated her words.

  I threw the sweats on the floor and moved so I was between her legs. I leaned over her, bracing my weight with one arm. And then I kissed her. Slowly. My mouth moved to her jaw, her neck, and her chest. I lifted her shirt and kissed her flat stomach. And then lower and lower. I felt her tense. Then squirm as my mouth went lower again. I curled my fingers around the band of her jeans and slowly lowered it. She lifted her hips to assist me. I pulled them down past her hips, past her ass and past her panties. Her fucking black lace panties. I heard her breath catch. I glanced up at her face—she was biting her lip, her eyes shut tight. I stood to full height. "Okay," I said. "You can do the rest." I quickly turned and adjusted myself, picking up the sweatpants as I did. If I was there a second longer I would've ripped off her panties and tasted her. No. Fucking. Doubt.

  "Here." I turned around and held them out to her. She was pulling her jeans off her feet. It was the first time I saw her legs. Her fucking legs. I think my eyes actually caught on fire.

  "Perv," she joked.

  I didn't say shit. I was too busy staring at her fucking legs.

  She pulled on the sweats and walked over to the kitchen, rolling the band over her waist a few times. "I’m hungry," she announced.

  I stared at her ass.

  She started opening and closing the cupboards searching for something. She opened the pantry and her eyes went wide. "Holy Moly Batman, you got like, everything in here." She started picking up random things, looking at them quickly, then putting them back. "How do you have all this stuff?"

  "My dad has a housekeeper come in twice a week to stock up," I told her, moving behind her and placing my hands on her waist. I kissed her bare shoulder; she tilted her head to the side. I started kissing her neck. "Ooh," she murmured, pulling out a packet of gummy bears.

  I jumped to sit on the counter and watched as she opened the freezer, took out some ice cream, spooned it into a bowl, and then pulled the red gummy bears from packet and placed them in the ice cream.

  "That's fucking disgusting."

  She shrugged and picked up the bowl, then turned to face me. She froze, looking right at my chest, as if she'd forgotten that I didn't have a shirt on.

  "What?" I smirked, inconspicuously popping my muscles.

  Her gaze left my chest and lifted to my eyes, she bit her lip, her eyes half hooded. "I really want to get this ice cream and smear it all over your body, and then lick it off, really fucking slowly."

  A strangled sound travelled out of my mouth before I could stop it.

  This girl kept fucking surprising me—in a good way.

  She sat down on the sofa and I sat next to her. "So only the red ones, huh?" I asked.

  "Yeah." She finished chewing before she continued. "The others taste weird." Her nose scrunched.

  Fuck, she was cute.

  I jerked my head towards her bowl. "Okay, let me try it." My mouth opened, waiting.

  Instead of giving it to me, she got a spoonful and put it in her mouth. Then her mouth was on mine and it was hot and cold at the same time. She pushed a gummy bear into my mouth with her tongue.

  Ho. Lee. Fuck.

  I swallowed. Then brought her mouth back to mine and kissed her. I couldn't stop fucking kissing her.

  ***

  She stood up and started walking around the room. I watched her, waiting for my dick to calm itself down before I got up. She stood in front of the cd rack and started fingering the cases.

  "Wow, you kind of listen to a bit of everything, huh?" She walked over to the iPad sitting on top of the floor speakers, turned the screen on and started tapping it. "You have all your music on iTunes as well?"

  I got up and stood behind her. "Yeah, I buy most of the stuff on iTunes, but some of my favorites I buy on cd's too. I kind of like to have something physical to hold, you know?"

  She nodded. "I'm the same way, but with books. Everything's digital now, but sometimes I'll buy a paperback if I love the book. I love the smell of them, too. Like the first time you open them up, and they're fresh and new. Or old books," she kept talking, animated, and I found myself smiling with her. "Old books are better—and when they're all together, oh my God, like used book stores—I love them the most. You don't find many anymore, because you know, the whole e-reader thing. But I love finding them at random places." She paused to take a breath. "Whoa, I just rambled about books. Now you know every nerdy aspect of me. I bet you can't wait to take me out again." She rolled her eyes and looked down to the floor.

  I laughed. "It's cool. You're passionate. There's nothing wrong with that. Wait till you meet my friend Lucy. You guys would get along so well. She's always reading at the-"

  "You want me to meet your friends?" she asked, there was confusion in her voice, but hopefulness too.

  "Why wouldn't I?"

  She shrugged and took a seat in front of the cd rack and started reading out album names loudly, occasionally pulling one out. I sat on the floor next to her and waited. "You really do like everything. There's hip-hop, pop, reggae, country?" Her head whipped to mine.

  I shrugged, "I'm eclectic."

  "You have every John Mayer album and single ever released." She pulled one out and looked on the back.

  I bought her to me so she was straddling me again. She didn't refuse, but her eyes never left the CD. "So what's the deal with John Mayer?"

  I started kissing her neck. I couldn't help it. Her head tilted to the side, giving me better access. "Hey, don't knock John Mayer. He's practically a God," I said, pulling back to face her. "Your Body Is A Wonderland is a fucking anthem. Do you know how many times I've gotten lai-" I caught myself quickly, "...ooked at...while that song's played?"

  She laughed, pulling back from my mouth. "How many times have you been 'layooked' at?" She giggled some more. "I don't think 'layook' is word."

  "It is so a word. Google it."

  She pushed me until I fell flat on my back. Then her hand was in my pocket. My body jerked when her hand brushed against my dick. "What are you doing?"

  She smirked, holding my phone in her hand. "Googling your imaginary word." She slid her finger across the screen and started typing, "So, unless I'm spelling it wrong, layook is not a word."

  She raised her eyebrows at me.

  I grabbed the phone from her hand and threw it across the room. "Yeah, you spelt it wrong." I sat up and started kissing her neck again, moving lower to her chest. I heard her moan quietly. My fingers on her waist dug into her skin the closer I got to her tits. She grabbed my head in both her hands and made me face her.

  "How do I always end up in this position," she sa
id, her arms around my neck.

  I kissed her a couple times. "I like this position. In fact, consider this permanent."

  She laughed into my mouth before pushing me back down onto my back.

  "So." Her fingers started roaming my chest, and lower to my abs, her eyes following. "I'm not going to ask—about what happened when you were younger—but you said that you didn't speak for a while—what changed?" Her eyes moved up to meet mine.

  I looked at her, trying to decide how much of myself I want to give her.

  "What do you mean?" I asked, giving myself time.

  "Well, what helped you to talk again? You don't have to tell me if you don't want to. I'm sorry. It's probably extremely personal. Never mind—"

  "If I tell you, then you have to tell me something about you. Deal?"

  She nodded.

  "Okay," I sat up slightly, leaning on my elbows. "My dad made up this game, to help me. It's called two truths for fifteen."

  "How do you play?"

  "It's so stupid, you're going to laugh."

  "No I won't. Swear it." She pouted.

  "It's just—" I laughed at how stupid it was going to sound. "We asked each other a question and had to tell the truth, and we talked about it for fifteen minutes. See? Stupid."

  "It's not stupid. It's really sweet. Your dad seems like a nice guy."

  "He is. He's the best." Truth. "Your turn."

  She eyed the ceiling a moment, before answering. "You know how I hate blood?" I jerked my head in a nod. "It kind of really sucks, because I want to be a midwife." She paused and waited. "You can laugh now."

  "Why? It's not funny. That sucks. Why midwife though?"

  She shrugged. "I don't know. I guess I love the idea of bringing life into the world. Being one of the first to hold a miracle, you know? Babies—that's what they are. Miracles. I guess I like kids, too. Always have. So I'll just settle for childcare. Hopefully that won't involve too much blood." She chuckled to herself.

  "It's called Hemophobia, you know? The fear of blood."

  Her eyes went wide. "I know that. But how do you?"

  I shrugged. I wasn't about to tell her I googled it the night I met her at Jake's house. "They say it's normally caused by trauma in childhood, or adolescence. Did something happen?"

  She looked away. "Nope. Not that I know of," she said quickly. "So, that's me. I'm pretty boring."

  "No, you most definitely are not boring."

  She rolled her eyes, "You're just saying that because you want to get layooked."

  I laughed. Hard.

  She laughed with me, leaning into me hard enough that we both end up laying down, her on top of me.

  I brushed the hair away from her face "I like you, Amanda. You're something else."

  She leaned down and kissed me. Slowly. Softly. Then she pulled back, covered her mouth, and let out the biggest yawn known to man.

  I had to laugh. "Am I boring you?"

  She shook her head, still yawning. It ended with a grunt. "No, Logan. I'm so sorry. I'm just so tired. I normally have a quick nap after work, but I didn't and I guess—"

  I cut in, "It's fine."

  She sat up, and stretched.

  I sat up, too. Then we just looked at each other. We both knew it was time, but I sure as hell didn't want it to be over.

  She smiled sadly at me. "I guess you should probably take me home."

  I broke our gaze and looked down. "Yeah, I guess." I ran the back of my fingers on her palm and the inside of her wrist.

  "Yeah, I guess," she said quietly. I lifted my eyes to hers; she was looking down at our hands. "Or—I mean, I just need a power nap, and I'm good to go. Fifteen minutes," she said. Her eyes came back to mine, she looked unsure of herself.

  I couldn't help the grin that took over. Maybe—just maybe—she felt the same for me as I felt for her.

  I picked her up and walked over to the bed, lifted the covers and lowered her onto it. I kissed her on her forehead. "Goodnight, pretty girl."

  "Where are you going?" She pulled on my hand.

  I shrugged.

  She scooted over.

  I didn't even hesitate.

  Then we just lay there, side by side, on our backs.

  I felt the bed move and turned my head. She was on her side, her eyes half closed. "Just a quick powernap," she assured. I don't know whether she was speaking to herself or me.

  "Okay," I said.

  Then she scooted closer. I turned to my side and did the same. Her eyes opened fully, then locked on mine.

  "Logan," she whispered.

  I swallowed.

  She moved closer.

  I did the same.

  A buzzing intensity ran through my body. We were so close.

  Then I kissed her.

  Our mouths moved. Our chests heaved. But nothing else.

  No hands. No sounds. Nothing.

  Nothing around us.

  Not a single fucking thing. In that moment—it was just her.

  Then she moved closer, her entire body flushed mine.

  Our breathing got heavy.

  She picked up my arm and positioned it over her waist. I pulled her closer to me. And without me realizing, her hips had started moving. Thrusting. Like she needed some form of relief. I wanted to give it to her. I had to give it to her. My hand went to her stomach. Lower. And lower. Until it was just above her pants. My fingers dipped under the band. Her hand stopped me. She pulled it out but placed in between her legs, over her pants. I could feel the warmth. I started touching her. She kissed me deeper. Harder. Her breathing got heavier, more erratic. I needed to give it to her. She moaned into my mouth. Then moved to lie on her back. Her knees raised. Her legs spread. Her fingers curled in my hair. I never stopped touching her. Then her hips started moving again. Pushing into my hand. All I could do was cup her and hope that it was enough. "I want to touch you," I whispered against her lips.

  She never broke the kiss. "Not tonight." I kissed her deeper, my hands moving faster.

  "Oh—shit—mm." She kept up with the kissing. "Shit. Stop," she said. But her hips never stopped moving.

  "Why?" I asked her.

  She pulled back, her head landing on the pillow. She bit her lip, her breathing sounding more and more like moans. "I'm gonna—and it's embarrassing—fuck—Logan—I'm—"

  I watched as her head started thrashing from side to side.

  Then her body stiffened.

  I slowed my movements.

  Her eyes shut tight.

  I watched it all.

  Then she let out a breath with a whoosh. Her eyes slowly opened, they met mine. She kissed me once. "That was kind of embarrassing."

  "No." I said seriously. "It was kind of beautiful."

  Her eyes drifted shut again. "Just a powernap," she repeated.

  "Okay."

  She turned on her side again, with her face on my chest. Her arm went around me, and her legs tangled with mine. I did the same. "Huh." I heard her say.

  And that's how we stayed. In each other’s arms, holding on to this night.

  I didn’t wanted to let go.

  Ever.

  Maybe it was too soon.

  Maybe it was too intimate.

  Maybe it was too perfect.

  ***

  "OH.MY.GOD!" she yelled. "Guess fucking time it is?"

  I sat up, still half asleep. I must’ve dozed off, too. "I don't know."

  "No, Logan, guess ?!"

  I rubbed my eyes. "I don't know, like, midnight?"

  She showed me her phone. "It's four a.m."

  "What? It can't be." I focused my eyes and took the phone from her hands.

  She nodded her head dramatically, her eyes wide. "I have to be at work in five hours! You have to take me home. Like, right now!" She panicked and made a move to leave, but I held her back and pulled her into my arms. "Or..." I began. "You can just stay the night here and I'l
l drive you to work when it's time."

  She kissed me once, and then pulled away. She eyed our surroundings, and then faced me again. Then she was quiet, thinking. "I don't think that's such a good idea," she stated.

  I nodded, thinking about touching her again. "Yeah, you're probably right."

  She got out of bed and so did. I pulled out a new shirt from my dresser and grabbed my car keys. She walked towards the bathroom, her jeans in hand. I stopped her. "Just wear them, give them back to me next time I take you out."

  She smiled. "Okay."

  ***

  We got to her house faster than I'd like. At one point I glanced over and saw her nervously chewing on her lip. I leaned over, took her hand in mine and gave her what I hoped was a reassuring smile. We didn't talk much; I guess we were both rehashing the night. I wasn't sure what she was thinking, but I knew that I definitely wanted to see her again.

  I pulled into her driveway and switched the car off, turning in my seat to look at her. She smiled softly then turned to open her door.

  "Wait." I said, "Just wait there, I'll get that."

  I jumped out of the car, ran to her side, opening the door for her. She got out and I closed it behind her. She leaned back against it and looked up at me. Her hand reaches out and pulled at my shirt until my body was pressed against hers. Then her arms were around my neck and my hands automatically went to her waist. She kissed me once. "So, I had a good night. Thank you, Logan."

  "Yeah?" I asked

  She nodded.

  "Not bad for a virgin dater, huh?"

  She chuckled. "Nope, not bad at all."

  "Okay," she sighed, removing her hands from around my neck. "I better get inside."

  My hands took hers and I locked our fingers together between us. "Okay." I said, before kissing her. A kiss I used to try to tell her how I felt. And if she decided—once she was in that house—that she never wanted to see me again, then at least she'd have that kiss to remember me by. Because I would. Remember her, I mean.

  "Wow," she whispered, as we break apart.

  Good. She got it.

  I kissed her a few more times, quickly, before pulling back completely.

  "You'll call me, right?" Her eyes were cast downwards.