On the Plus Side (9 page)

She fell back onto the couch to get away from me and I followed her as she plucked the remote from my hands. I tickled her to get it back. Once I got it I leaned back and held it out of her reach. She unknowingly squashed her tits against me as she attempted to get it back. I enjoyed it almost as much as I enjoyed picking at her. I was laughing like I was twelve years old again, back when my life was simple. Real heartfelt laughter, like before, and it felt good.

During all the playing and tickling, I’d managed to pin her down on the couch. I held her arms above her head by her wrists and once she realized that she was good and captured she stilled beneath me. Her breathing was hard and deep as she smiled innocently up at me. She felt amazing—all soft and welcoming…sweet.  I wasn’t sure if it was the playful fighting or the fact that I was lying on top of her, but my breath quickened.

We were so close I could feel her heart beating against my chest. I moved in and rested my forehead against hers while I breathed her in. Vanilla and cherries—the mouth-watering scent matched her sweetness.  I bet she tasted just as sweet as she smelled. This close, her skin looked even softer than I originally thought, and I felt the sudden need to touch her.
I released one of her wrists and stroked her dimpled cheek with my thumb.

I’d thought before that kissing her wouldn’t be an issue. I was never more wrong. I wanted to…badly. This realization sent me into a mini panic attack, but instead of giving in and freaking out I focused on my thumb against her amazing skin and calmed myself. My reaction to her was scaring the shit out of me and it didn’t make any sense. I wasn’t technically attracted to her, but I was.  I was attracted to her, not her tits or her ass, even though they were truly luscious, but her. This had never happened to me before, and I wasn’t sure I liked it. Actually, I fucking hated it.

She made me feel different. I didn’t want to be asshole Devin, I wanted to be sweet. Like one of those pussy-whipped men you see following their woman around and buying tampons and shit. I almost laughed at the absurdity of my situation. I didn’t want to pretend to be a nice guy for Lilly…I actually
wanted
to be one. Not for any other reason, but she deserved all the sweetness I could give.

I fought with myself internally over kissing her, but somehow with her I was winning and losing at the same time. Puffs of warm breath struck my mouth as she breathed in and out. I looked down at her lips and my inner struggle increased. Just the thought of touching those plump lips with mine gave me an immediate reaction. Before I could stop myself I brushed my lips across hers. She sucked in a deep breath and held it.

I’m not a rocket scientist, but I know females, and this girl wanted me to kiss her, probably more than any other girl I’d kissed. She wanted me, and instead of being aggravated by it, I liked it. Her responsiveness to me was a major turn on as it stroked my ego.

What is it about this crazy, carefree, chubby girl? She’s nothing like the usual girls I screw. For one, she’s not blonde, or blue eyed, or tall and skinny for that matter. Except this one, this one girl’s slowly breaking all my rules and instead of dropping my boxers, I wanted to drop a few Devin walls for her—I wanted to let her in. 

I took a deep breath and went in for the kiss. I was so close I could feel the warmth of her lips against mine when she stopped me.

“Wait,” she whispered against my lips.

Whispering had never made my skin burn before. This girl was making me insane. It had to be because she was forbidden. That was the only reason I could come up with. She was off limits and for a man like me who had no limits with women, it was frustrating.  To think, I had actually laughed when the subject of kissing had come up with her mom. What a dumbass I had been.

I waited, perched on top of her and ready to feel her mouth against mine. With her eyes still closed, she spoke in the most seductive whisper I’d ever felt against my skin. Her lips brushed against mine with each word, making my groin muscles tingle.

“I know I’m probably ruining what could possibly be the most perfect moment in my life, but please…” She stopped and opened her eyes.

I fell into her deep brown pools and nearly drowned. I held my breath as I waited for her to finish her sentence.

“Don’t do this unless you mean it,” she finished.

I wasn’t sure what she was asking me for me. I wasn’t sure what I meant. I just knew that I wanted to kiss her. It wasn’t going to
mean
anything. A kiss is a kiss. It’s not my fault that women turn such meaningless things into big dramatic issues, but the fact of the matter was, Lilly wasn’t kissed often, if at all, and this
was
going to mean something to her.

She would probably remember this moment for the rest of her life, meanwhile, in three months when all was paid and my car had a new paint job, I’d never think of her again. What kind of man would I be if I kissed her knowing these things?  Then again, since when do I give a rat’s ass about things like consequences? Especially consequences for some chick I’d never have to see again soon.

That was my final thought before I gave in, closed my eyes, and pressed my lips to hers.

Her mouth was every bit as soft and sweet as it looked. She let out a little moan that made goose bumps cover my arms. I pressed my body closer to hers as I slid my arms behind her shoulders and pulled her closer to me. The kiss got deeper as our bodies got closer. I opened my mouth and ran my tongue along the seam of her lips, urging her to open her mouth. She did without even one question and I slid my tongue in.

The sweetness that engulfed my mouth was nothing short of amazing. No woman should be allowed to taste so delicious.  I couldn’t get enough, so I let go of her shoulders with one hand and slid it up the back of her neck, digging my fingers into her hair and pulling her face closer to mine. I tilted my head to the side and before I knew it we were in an all-out spine melting kiss.

I couldn’t think of anything but the fact that I wanted her. It started out as an innocent kiss that I wanted, but now I had to have her. I broke the kiss and both of us took a much needed deep breath. I pushed her legs open with my knee and then fitted my body between them as I repositioned myself on top of her.

I know what I was doing was against the rules, but all the best things usually are. I kissed her again and then moved away from her lips and pressed soft kisses down the side of her neck. Vanilla and cherries filled my senses.

“You smell so good and you taste even better. Damn, baby, you feel so good,” I whispered against her neck.

Sweet talking isn’t my thing, but the words seemed to come on their own. She’s turned me into some blabbering romancer.

Her innocent responses and delicate touch were too much. My cock was so hard that it was beginning to hurt and that tiny ounce of pain brought a little bit of common sense back to me. I had to stop. If I didn’t, I was going to ruin my shot at the money before I even got started.

I pressed my hips against her one more time just to get one more feel of her through our clothes before I pulled away. At least I thought I was going to pull away, but as I was about to, she slipped her hands down my back, grabbed my ass and pressed my hips deeper and harder against her. She let out a little sound that made me throb all over.

I hate clothes, but I love them because if it wasn’t for our clothes I would very well be having sex with this woman. I could not under any circumstances let it come to that. For the first time in my life I prayer that a female would stop me. I needed her to say no, because quite honestly stopping wasn’t something I was capable of anymore.

Thankfully, before I could start removing any clothing, Shannon, her roommate, came crashing through the front door. I sat up quickly pulling Lilly up with me, neither of us able to catch a good breath. Shannon, my savior, couldn’t have come home at a better time.

“Holy shit!
I’m so freaking sorry!” she yelled out, while covering her eyes. “I’m going straight to my room, I swear.” She fumbled through the apartment with her eyes covered and knocked over a floor plant.

I took that opportunity to make a break for it.

“No, Shannon, I was actually about to leave.”

I looked over at Lilly and gave her my best sorry look before I jumped up off the couch. I’d never let it go this far with her again. Leaning down, I gave her a quick impersonal kiss on the lips before walking toward the front door. It was the least I could do considering I was practically dry humping her less than a minute ago.

I had to get away—she was too much for me right now. As if her glazed-over bedroom eyes weren’t enough to get me going, those luscious lips waiting for me to kiss them definitely were.

I looked back at her before opening the front door. I couldn’t miss the confused look on her face.

“I’ll call you tomorrow, OK?” I said

I didn’t even wait for her reply. I walked out the door.

Nine

Jeopardy Theme Song

I’m a slut. Not just an ordinary slut, I mean a dirty, nasty, get-freaky-on-the-first-date kind of slut. This is a shocking realization for me considering I technically had my first kiss tonight, as well as almost lost my virginity. I was totally about to let him have his way with me. Actually, I was practically begging him to give it to me. I just met him a week ago for freak’s sake! Who does that? Apparently, me!

The sad part is I liked being a slut, which puts me on whole other level of
slutdom…a slutty slut. I blame hormones.

Meanwhile, I had the best night of my life. Devin’s everything that I could ever dream of. I really hope he asks me out again. That is if I didn’t scare him off with my looseness. I can’t even believe how I responded to him. Talk about embarrassing!

Shannon says it’s completely normal. I say I’m a horn dog on the loose…a horn dog that was starving after he left.  I’m not sure why I was afraid to eat in front of him on our date. The man can look at me and clearly see that I eat everything that isn’t bolted down. Yeah…that was dumb of me. I should have stuffed my face. I wouldn’t want to give off false advertisement or anything.

Now, it was time to play the waiting game. Either he’d call or not—I’m sure as Hell not calling him. I already looked like a crazy sex fiend. I’m thinking adding desperate bitch to that title isn’t a great idea.

In any case, the ball’s in his court on this one and every part of me, including my deprived girl parts, are praying that he plays.

I spent the day after our date replaying the whole night over and over in my head. I should’ve done this differently, I shouldn’t have said this, and I wonder if he meant this when he said that. Oh my God, talk about pure Hell.

Shannon’s been laughing at me because I’ve been stuck in Devin dreamland all damn day. I even gave in and went shopping—me…the bitch that loathes shopping, but I wanted to be prepared. I wanted to sex myself up just in case I get a chance to run into Mr. Dead Sexy again.

Shannon picked a sexy red top that barely covered my
boobs and a pair of black pants that, I had to admit, made me look two sizes smaller. Anything that makes your ass shrink is a good thing when you’re a solid size twenty.

  I picked out a cute pair of strappy black shoes with a two-inch heel. Then we spent the rest of the day getting our nails and hair done. My mother would have died if she knew.

By the time we got back to our apartment we had bags and boxes galore, new hair, and huge smiles on our faces. We did a quick cleaning job on the apartment, threw together a quick, unhealthy dinner followed by something smothered in chocolate, and then spent the rest of the night in front of the TV.

I spent the entire time checking my phone to make sure I had signal or that my battery wasn’t dead. My phone was fine and yet there was still no phone call.

That night I barely slept.

The following day, Sunday, I opened the store for Mrs. Franklin and spent the day stuck to the front counter with my phone beside me. I was getting pretty pathetic, and by the end of the day I decided to give up on the thought that he might call. It was a fun night and that’s all it would ever be. I decided to let it bounce off of me and forget about it him and his mind-blowing green eyes or his soft kisses or…

“OK, you’re doing it again, Lilly!” I said out loud to the empty store.

Valerie, Mrs. Franklin’s niece who comes over twice a week to go over the books, came from the back of the store.

“Did you say something, sweetie?” she asked confused.

“Just talking to myself,” I said as I swiped my bangs from my eyes.

“Gotcha…want to go grab some lunch?”

I couldn’t even pretend like I had an appetite.

“Nah, I’m good—rain check for next week?”

I spent the rest of the day selling jewelry when and if we had a customer. If it wasn’t for me randomly buying expensive pieces of jewelry every now and again I think Franklin’s Jewelry store would’ve closed months ago.