Elly & Kent - The Complete Story: Includes Books 1-3 (10 page)

Kissing her wasn't strange or new, we'd been making out in my bedroom and hers for a few weeks, but in public it was unheard of. I felt her melt against me as our lips fell into their magical, practiced dance. Before I knew it I had her pressed against a hard surface.

I finally realized what I was doing and I pulled away. I could feel my cheeks blazing as I shifted my eyes towards the floor and adjusted my glasses which had gone askew. "Sorry. I... Thank you Jen."

She smiled, her own cheeks slightly flushed, "Anything for my boyfriend." Her eyes shifted and she smiled brighter. "Elly! Hey! Guess where I'm taking Kent this weekend?!" She waved at someone over my shoulder and before I turned around I secretly willed my body to get back to the unaroused state.
 

Elly's voice was clear behind me, she was close. "Paris?"
 

Shit.

Jen grinned and shook her head, ignoring Elly's sarcasm. "ComicCon! Are you going? It would be so great to run into you there! Ooh, maybe you could even ride with us?"

"Yeah, no. Sorry. I'm busy this weekend."

Jen's face fell and seeing her disappointed did the trick and I finally turned around. "You always used to say how much you wanted to go to one, Elly. Because I always talked about going to one. Now you don't want to go?"

She pressed her lips together, her face stuck in a neutral expression. "Like I said, I'm busy. I'm sure you'll have lots of fun." She pointed to my chest. "You're blocking my locker."

Jen pulled me into her and wrapped her arm around my lower back. "Sorry. We'll bring you back something, won't we, Kenny?"
 

I could feel the muscles in my jaw tightening, a usual reaction upon becoming extremely frustrated. "Yeah. We'll find something nice."

"No, don't bother. I don't need any more stuff." Elly moved to her locker and fiddled with the combination, not even looking at us. I wasn't sure what bug was up her butt, but she had been extremely moody ever since the first day of school. I wanted to blame PMS but it didn't usually last for weeks at a time.

Jen tugged on my arm and when I looked down she shrugged her slender shoulders and shook her head. She was right, Elly was being crazy and it was time to go.
 

"Bye Els. Hope you have a good weekend." As we walked away I felt Jen's hand on my ass, giving it a little squeeze. I pulled her hand away, blushing, but inside I was cheering. Elly may want to be a bitch to me but my girlfriend sure as heck wasn't. And that was A-ok by me.

ComicCon was awesome! Jen's parents had sprung for a room in the hotel where it was being held. We had geeked out all day and then went back to the hotel room to watch some TV.

I sighed contentedly as I lay there with Jen on my chest.

Jen put her hand on the front of my jeans and batted her thick long lashes at me. I froze and stiffened. She'd been trying to wear me down but I couldn't let her.
 

I didn't want to be a girl or anything but losing my virginity in a hotel room, even one as nice as this, wasn't what I'd had in mind. I'd wanted my first time to be special and memorable. Not to mention I was freaking out about the performance or the likely shortness the event itself. I grabbed her hand and brought it to my lips, giving it a kiss.
"Not yet, Jen."

She sighed softly and nodded, "Alright. Sorry to pressure you. I just... I want you so badly." She tried to pull her hand away but I held it tight.

"I want you too I just..."

"You're thinking about Elly?"

I frowned at her. Where the hell had that come from? "No. Are you?" I hadn't actually thought about Elly at all, which partially bothered me as the realization struck me.

I watched as her eyes grew wide and then returned to normal. She shrugged her shoulders and put her cheek to my chest. "I just wonder sometimes, that's all."

"Wonder about what?"

"If you have feelings for her the way she has feelings for you."

I felt nothing for the statement except confusion. Elly was my best friend and despite the fact that she was a girl, she certainly didn't harbor any romantic feelings for me. Any time I came within two feet of her she'd tense up and stop breathing. I'd received enough hints in the past three years to know that she wasn't into me that way.

"Jen. Even if she did have feelings for me, which she doesn't, I'm with you. So please stop obsessing about Elly and let's order some room service."

She studied my face and I watched as she finally accepted what I'd said. She pressed her lips to mine quickly before rolling over the king sized bed towards the phone. "Do you think they'd slip up and let us order wine?"

I chuckled and shrugged my shoulders. "I don't know. You could try, I guess." While she ordered a chocolate and cheese plate with a bottle of champagne I grabbed the controllers and brought them back to the bed.
 

"I can't believe they didn't say anything. Mommy and Daddy must not have flagged our room. Have you ever had anything to drink before?"

I shook my head. My drug of choice had always been sugar. "No. Not really my thing."

"How do you know if you've never tried it?"

"It's illegal, I can wait a few more years until it's not."

She giggled and came over, snatching up the extra controller as the Super Mario Brothers theme song filled the room. "Such a good little boy you are. No sex, no drugs, no alcohol."

"That's why your parents are trusting me with their precious little girl all alone in this hotel room."

Jen grabbed my controller and chucked it across the room. I looked at her and my words died in my throat. When had she taken her shirt off?

I shifted as my pants became a little tighter. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing."
 

I leaned back as she reached for the waist of my jeans. I felt the pressure ease somewhat when the zipper was down. I saw nothing but the back of her head as I leaned back a little more, still apprehensive.

"Je--Oh God..." I'd never understood why the guys in the pornos thought that a blowjob was so great until that moment. It was a perfect combination I felt with her lips wrapped around my manhood. The perfect amount of suction and the way her hand moved with her mouth and the feeling of her tongue...

I wasn't sure if I should hold onto her head or pull her hair or rub her back. Every time I made a move to do something the exquisite pleasure came back again. When she finished I was laying on my back on the bed, panting. My head was reeling and I was pretty sure my heart was bursting with love. That was the best thing that had ever happened to me. And at that moment I could only wonder when, if ever, it was going to happen again.

Jen laid next to me and smiled, her fingers slowly running little circles over my shirt. "Did you like that?"

"Yes that was... incredible."

She kissed my cheek, "Good!" and then bolted from the bed to the bathroom. I buttoned up and then stared at the door as the room service delivery guy knocked on the door. I hoped my cheeks didn't give my secret away as I opened the door.

"Room service." The guy looked behind me and I did the same before looking back at him. "Do you have someone over 21 here?"

"Um...yeah, my mom is in the bathroom."

He nodded and held out the ticket. "Sign here, please."

I couldn't believe it was that easy. I signed after writing in a nice big tip and then watched as a little cart of stuff was wheeled into the room.

After he left I sat on the bed and stared at the champagne. I wasn't at a party. I was on a romantic weekend getaway with my girlfriend. It wasn't exactly the same thing. Not even close.

And I wouldn't have champagne to get drunk. I'd just like to have a sip and prevent Jen from drinking it all. Could she drink it all?
 

As I looked up Jen came out of the bathroom. She smiled and then cheered when her eyes landed on the cart.
 

"You did it!" She clapped as she approached the champagne and picked it up. "Put your head down. These things are dangerous."
 

I did as she instructed after she pointed the bottle right at me. There was a loud pop and a little scream from her. I lifted my head in time to see her pouring the golden bubbling liquid into two glasses. My mouth watered as she lifted hers to her lips, those same luscious lips that had just done wonderful things to my junk. Maybe I could taste it on her.
 

I stood up and went over, I slid my hands around her waist and pulled her towards me, grinding myself against her because it felt good and she'd left me hard and wanting.
 

"Oh, Kenny." She grinned as her free hand came to my back.

"I want a taste," I muttered before pressing my lips to her. I licked the champagne remnants from her tongue and then drew back. "Are you going to share the champagne?"

"I thought you were a good little boy."

"That was before my hot, sexy girlfriend corrupted me." I tried to drink some more champagne from her lips but failed.

"I will share any and every thing with you, Kenny."

And she did. That night marked the first time I'd tasted hundred dollar truffles, champagne, and a woman. My favorite was the woman.

Chapter Eleven

ELLY

I felt someone standing behind me and nearly screamed when I saw Kent's face. He saw my look of terror and grinned. Damn him and his damn smile. It still made me swoon, despite his shitty behavior since meeting Jen. Like last week when they'd both walked right by me in the hallway, staring past me as if I were invisible. And every day in homeroom when they'd giggle together and her hands would be all over his shoulders. God how I hated it.

"Scare ya?"

"A little bit. It's a little stalker-ish to be standing behind someone like that, you know."

He smirked and his eyes glazed over a little. "Jen doesn't seem to mind."

The mere mention of her turned my insides to fire. I tried to swallow my anger down before replying to him. I hated how he just blurted stuff out. Didn't he know it was killing me? Hadn't my hints been obvious enough?

"Yes, well, she's your girlfriend. It's different."

"Pft." He rolled his eyes and moved to the side so he could see me while I finished getting my books for fourth and fifth period. "You never minded me standing that close before."

"You never stood that close before." I looked over and he was unusually close to me, even now. I frowned at his smiling face as I shifted to my other foot. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

He shook his head, the smile irritatingly bright. "Nothing."

"There's something you're not telling me." Oh my god. Did he do it over the weekend? Did he lose it over the weekend? I turned my face away in case he could read my thoughts.

"Yeah. And I won't. I don't kiss and tell."

I zipped my book bag violently as the thought of the two of them making out, fondling each other and getting it on played on repeat in my mind. "Good. I don't want to know. I have to go."

I turned to go but his hand, warm and strong, grabbed onto my arm. "Els, wait a minute!"

I looked at him and tried to project hate, disgust. I didn't want to talk to him right now. "What?"

Apparently it hadn't worked. Not well enough, anyway. "Are you mad at me or something?"

He wanted to know what was wrong with me? Fine, I'd tell him. I'd tell him that I hated his new girlfriend and the way she was purposely driving a wedge between us. I'd tell him that it sucked not having my best friend around. I'd tell him that I'd gained five pounds in the last three weeks because I was binge eating all my hurt feelings.

"I--" I didn't get the chance to tell him anything because I was cut off by the obnoxious giggling that played in my head when I was trying to go to sleep at night. The stuff of nightmares materialized beside him.

"Kenny, there you are!" Jen wrapped her arm around his waist and hugged him. "Oh hey, Elly." She briefly spared me a glance before putting her attention back on her boyfriend. I shook my head and turned away after she started nibbling on his neck and Kent moaned. I was so easily forgotten.
 

Nice play, Jen, nice play.

How was I supposed to compete with her anyway? She knew I wasn't a threat which is why she made no effort to hide anything. She didn't need to secretly steal him away from me. She could do it right in front of my face. And what was I going to do about it? Nothing. There was nothing that I could do. I was fat-Elly. Low-self-esteem Elly. Friend-material Elly.

Depressed and defeated I slunk away, no one called out after me. The hole in my chest expanded a little. I muddled my way through the rest of the school day somehow, trying to keep myself focused on classwork instead of my boy troubles but it was hard.
 

Since Jen had come along the rides with Kent had ceased. My mother had asked why but I'd just chalked it up to wanting the extra exercise. I was three blocks from school when Kent came running up behind me, his breath coming in short hot bursts.