A Real Disaster (11 page)

“Because if he
finds out from someone else he will never forgive you.
You will have a
black mark next to your name forever.”

I paused, considering Sabrina’s point.
Should I have told Turner? He knew we sat next to each other in class. But I
did stay the night at his place and he did try to kiss me. He would instantly
assume the worse since
it’s
Nash.

“
Wel
,l
it’s too late to be worrying about that now,” I
said as I pulled out a pair of jeans and a sweater. “I’m not going to tell him
tonight on our date.”

“In my experience,” Sabrina said.
“Things like this don’t stay hidden for long.”

I shrugged even though I was frowning.

“Maybe I’ll tell him later next week
when I have time to think about what I’ll say.”

Sabrina shrugged but I could tell that
she didn’t approve of the way I was handling things. I was hoping that I would
never have to tell him in general. I didn’t want to see his pain, his anger, or
any other emotion he would show. I didn’t want to disappoint him and I
definitely didn’t want to lose his friendship.
 

Turner would find out one day. I just
hoped that it would be long enough away that he wouldn’t stay too angry at me.

After slipping on the clothes, I dabbed
some eyeliner and lip gloss onto my face and brushed my hair until it shone.
Throwing converses on my feet I smoothed my sweater down and then grabbed my
watch. I was throwing the last few things in my bag when there was a knock on
the door.

My heart hammered and I felt a bit
woozy. Pasting on a smile, I maneuvered my way across the room and opened the
door. Turner stood there, a smile on his face, and a single red rose in his
hand.

“I was going to buy you a dozen,” he
told me as he handed me the rose. “But that didn’t seem special. I thought one
single rose made a better statement. Do you like it?”

 
“Yes…
Thank you.”

Putting the rose in a bottle of water, I
waved goodbye to Sabrina and left my room. Turner and I walked down the stairs
in silence. He rocked back and forth on his feet, whistling.

“Are you nervous or something?”

“Is it that obvious?” Turner asked. “I
want to make this date good, great even. I’m trying to make up for the last
time.”

“You don’t have to make up for anything.
We both had a hand in ruining that date. So why not pretend it never happened?”

“Yeah… You look cute, Lily.”

“Thanks Turner.”

“Is something wrong?” Turner asked,
looking worried.

“No,” I said quickly, too quickly.
“Nothing’s wrong. Everything’s perfect.”

“Good,” Turner said, satisfied with my
answer.

Turner led me to his car and opened the
door for me. I glanced in the back seat to see a picnic basket and a blanket
resting there. Turner grinned.

“I thought that a picnic would be
perfect tonight. It’s not too hot, not too cold. I know this spot that is a
little secluded.”

I cocked an eyebrow and looked at him.

“Not that I think we need to be
secluded. That’s not what this is about. I’m not trying to get into your pants
or anything.”

This was going to the wrong place.

“That’s good to know,” I laughed.

He laughed too.

He started the car, revving the engine,
and put down the window. Pulling away from the curb, the two of us drove in
silence. I looked out the window and watched the scenery whiz by. The colors of
the trees blended together until it was one big blob.

“So, ah, I hope you don’t mind too much
but I packed some Italian food. I’m always a sucker for Italian.”

“Sound great. I love Italian food
actually. It’s one of my favorites.”

Turner sighed in relief.

“That’s great. We’re almost there.”

Turner drove for a bit more, changing
lanes. Finally he pulled into the parking lot and threw the car into park.

“We’re here.”

I exited the car. Turner grabbed the
basket in the back seat and then followed me.

He grabbed my hand and to my surprise kissed
me. We didn’t stop holding hands as we climbed the hill. When we finally
reached the top, Turner smoothed down a blanket and I looked out into the
horizon, watching the sun set. It was gorgeous.

“This view is amazing!” I breathed.

“Isn’t it?”

He appeared behind me, wrapping his arms
around my waist.

“I was hoping that we would get here on
time to see this.”

In the distance I could hear kids
screaming and playing. There was music playing somewhere but I couldn’t pull my
eyes away from the sun to even look around.

“Turner it’s gorgeous.”

“No,
you’re
gorgeous. The sun doesn’t hold a candle to you.”

My heart swelled.

*
         
*
         
*

“So when I was in high school I was the
epidemy
of a good girl. I wore pleated skirts and knee high
socks with loafers.”

“That sounds sexy,” Turner said and I
laughed.

“Trust me, I was anything
but
sexy,” I told him. “I wore ire
rimmed glasses and my hair was always tied in braids down my back. I didn’t
wear any make up and I always had my nose in a book.”

“Why is that so bad?”

“Because I was
lame.
People made fun of me, talked about me behind my back. I was the odd one out.”

“Or you were unique,” he countered. “I
think that if I saw you in high school I would have gone out of my way to get
to know you.”

“Well then you would have been the only
one.”

“That’s because I have a thing for nerdy
girls who read too much.”

“How about good
girls
that go to church every week and doesn’t
do anything fun?”

“Even better,” he said with a wicket
grin.

I rolled my eyes and pushed Turner. He
lost his balance and toppled to the ground. He winced as his elbow met with a
tree root.

“Goddammit!”
Turner cursed
as he rubbed his elbow. “Damn that hurt!”

“Oh God, are you okay?”

I lost my smile and watched Turner rock
back and forth, cradling his arm.

“I’m sorry, Turner. I didn’t mean for
you to hit your elbow.”

Turner rubbed his elbow roughly and then
looked up at me.

“Oh well, it’s not any worse than
getting hit in the head with a basketball. I’ll survive.”

“Good...”

I was scared for a moment.

After finishing our meal, Turner started
packing up the basket. I folded the blanket in half, then in quarters, until
the blanket fit snugly inside the basket.

“So what would you like to do now? Do
you want to walk? Go back to the dorm and watch movies? Go get ice cream?”

“I don’t think I could eat another
bite,” I told Turner as I held my stomach.

“Okay, how about your dorm?”

“That is fine.”

*
         
*
         
*

We stepped in the elevator in the
dormitory and Turner was about to push the button for my floor but I put my
hand over his.

“Let’s skip my floor. Sabrina is
probably going to be there with Elizabeth and I don’t want the third degree.
Let’s go hang out at your dorm. Is that okay?”

“Sure,” Turner said and something
flickered in his eyes.

He didn’t say anything more, though. He
enfolded my hand in his and we rode the elevator together, connected. When we
got out on the eighth floor, Turner let me pass first and then led me to the
end of the hall. I could hear parties going on in all different dorm rooms as
well as the sound of video games.

“How do you get any studying done?” I
asked as I winced at the sounds I heard. “I’m so glad that my floor is nothing
like this. I would never get anything done.”

“You learn to tune it out after a while.”

He unlocked the door at the end of the
hall and pushed it open.

“This is me. Come on in.”

I stepped gingerly over the threshold
and tried not to curl my lip in disgust. The dorm room was a mess. There were
clothes everywhere and dishes were stacked on the floor.

“I know it’s a little messy,” Turner
said and had the common decency to be embarrassed. “I didn’t think that we were
going to come back here and… Well I’ll admit it, I’m lazy. I keep finding other
things to do, other things that I want to do, than clean here. Now I’m kind of
regretting everything.”

“Don’t worry about it,” I said, trying
to sound relaxed. “It’s really not that big of a deal. I’ve known people who
are way messier than you.”

“Really?”

I hesitated and then shook my head.

“Yup.”

His arms lashed out and wrapped around
my waist. Before I knew what was happening, Turner’s hand was cradling my neck
and his lips were on mine. Shock turned into desire and my eyes fluttered
closed.

Turner’s kiss wasn’t soft or hesitant.
He kissed me with heat and passion that I only read about in books.
 
His lips were soft and yet firm against mine.
His fingers ran up and down my spine, tracing the bones. My arms found their
way around his neck and I pulled him closer, grinding my body up against him.

My heart vibrated in my chest and my
mouth couldn’t get enough of him. I dug my finger nails into his back and
moaned as he moved from my lips to my neck. His hands went from my back to the
front, cupping my breasts.

“Stop,” I said and pulled back, shaking
my head.

I felt foggy and disoriented.
Immediately Turner dropped his hands and stepped back.

“I’m sorry,” I murmured as I fixed my
sweater.

“No, I’m the sorry one. I shouldn’t have
done that. I didn’t bring you back here to have sex with you.”

Turner took my hands and kissed my
palms.

“You deserve better Lily. You’re worth
more than that.”

“If we are ever going to be together I
want it to be special, something that you can remember. I don’t want you
thinking back and remembering our first time being in this disgusting dorm.”

Turner pulled me close and kissed my
forehead.

“I want to be with you, Lily, but I want
to make it perfect. If we ever get that chance I promise I will give you the
stars and the moon.”

I looked up at him from underneath my
lashes as my hands found the buckle of his belt.

Chapter
Eleven

“You don’t have to.”

“I want to,” I said, my voice cracking
and his breath hitching.

Maybe this was a bad idea. I turn down
Nash but I’m okay with having sex with Turner?

“A-Are you sure you want to do this?”

The truth was that I
wasn’t
sure I wanted to do this, or
anything. I didn’t even know
how
to do any of it. He was kind to
me. Was that why my brain was saying yes? Or was it to get back at Nash?

I was nervous, so nervous.

“Yes, I want to do this.”

I dropped my hands from his belt buckle
and ran my fingers up and down his arm.

“Let’s take this to the bed, what do you
think?”

“Sure…”He grabbed my hand, linking our
fingers together, and pulled me to the bed.

“You are so, so beautiful,” Turner said.

He dipped his head forward, capturing my
lips with his once again. His hands kept busy removing my sweater. Once it was
off, Turner’s nimble fingers unbuttoned the shirt underneath and pushed it off
my shoulders. His fingers then moved to my light pink bra.

“Slow down,” I said, taking a deep
breath.

I nudged Turner away.

“This is about you.”

Hell I didn’t know what I was doing. I
just wanted to show Turner that I liked him. There were probably other ways to
show it but I thought that what I was about to do would be the best way to show
him.

“But I want to make you happy too,”
Turner said.

“I know, but I really want to do this…”

That was half a lie.

My hands went back to Turner’s belt as I
expertly pulled it from the loops. Turner put his hands on my arms as he
watched me unsnap and unzip his pants. Nudging them down his narrow waist, I
raised my eyebrow and looked at Turner.

I looked at his large, pole-like boner
beneath his boxer briefs. It was pulsating through.

I shivered with anxiety and took a deep
breath,

I licked my lips as my fingers slipped
under the waistband of the boxer briefs. Turner sucked in a breath as his hands
found my hair.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

It wasn’t the biggest turn on to have a
guy constantly ask if I really wanted to do something sexual. The first time,
yes it’s important to make sure it’s consensual but after that it’s a little
annoying.

I didn’t respond.

With a swift motion, I pulled Turner’s
boxer briefs down and let his dick spring out.

“Oh God,” Turner muttered. “I don’t know
if I can take much more of this.”

I slowly moved my right hand up and down
his shaft.

I kneeled down in front of Turner, my
face right in front of him.

I cupped his balls in my hands while I
kissed the tip of his dick. I tried not to be nervous as I kneeled in front of
him. The only experience I had with blow jobs was what I read about in novels
and the things I accidentally saw on television. My parents never discussed sex
with me and the girlfriends I had in high school didn’t talk a lot about it.

My free hand went to the shaft of his
penis, slowly rubbing it again while my other hand held his balls, gently
squeezing them. Turner moaned above me and I could already feel his legs
quiver. I turned my head to the side and placed kisses all down the shaft and
back up until I was at the head again.

Sticking my tongue out, I licked up and
down and then took Turner into my mouth. His hands, which were still on my
hair, clenched and
Turner
pushed me closer to him.
Sucking softly, I pulled back until my lips were only over the taut tip of
Turner’s dick. I swirled my tongue in circles and figure-eight’s over his hole.

“”Oh God,” Turner moaned. “Oh fuck!
Don’t stop, Lily. Don’t fucking stop. This feels so fucking… Fuck! Oh!”

Turner started to jerk his own body back
and forth, pushing his dick in and out of my mouth as he held my head straight.
He pushed hard, nearly blocking my airwave, but pulled back nearly as quickly.
In and out, in and out.
My jaw was becoming sore but I didn’t
stop or pull away.

“Kiss me,” Turner said and he suddenly
pulled me up enough to get me onto the bed.

Turner sat next to me and took my mouth
to his, all the while pumping his dick with his own hand. His fist was jerking
away, hard and fast. Turner pulled at my bra, pulling the straps down and
pushing the cups away from my breasts. With his free hand, Turner grabbed my
tit, squeezing it and running his fingers over the nipple, making it hard. Now
I was the one gasping for breath. A familiar pulling feeling started at the
base of my stomach.

“Oh God, Lily,” I heard Turner moan.
“God, I’m almost there. I can’t wait any longer.”

Turner didn’t give me a choice when he
pushed me on the bed and straddled my hips. He didn’t stop pumping his hand
over his dick.

“Here it comes,” Turner said.

One last pump and his dick squirted cum
all over my chest.

“Oh God, oh!
Oh!”

Turner
tremored
and moved just
quick
enough so that he didn’t fall on
top of me. Turner reached across the bed and grabbed a towel.

“I’m sorry. Here, let me clean it up for
you.”