Present Perfect (22 page)

He quickly sucked the lime, then licked the salt, and downed the shot. He shook his head and growled, “Oh baby, that’s tasty,” making me laugh out loud/

Brad watched me intensely as I set up my first ever shot. I had the lime and salt all ready.

He handed me the shot of tequila he had poured. He instructed me, “It’s best to go as quickly as possible and know the sequence. Remember SLS.”

I looked at him confused and asked, “SLS?”

A sly grin appeared. “Suck. Lick. Swallow.” I felt a deep red blush cross my cheeks. Leaning in closer, he said in a low voice, “SLS can also be applied in other situations.” He gave me a devilish look and wink.

Sitting up tall, I squared my shoulders, and repeated SLS in my head. I sucked the lime, licked the salt, and swallowed the shot as quickly as I could. The minute the tequila hit the back of my throat, I began to choke and cough.

Brad crawled over to my side and patted me on the back until I calmed down. While he patted and rubbed my back, he admitted, “Probably should have mentioned that if you’ve never done shots before, the first two are a bitch.”

“Thanks for that bit of info now,” I choked out.

Brad was right. After my second shot, the others went down smooth as silk.

We continued
Operation
Fo Getta Bout It
until our supplies had dwindled down. I had lost track of time. But, I was feeling fantastic, without a care in the world. It didn’t even hurt when I thought of what’s his name. “Wow, the bottle is almost empaty…empatty…empty,” I slurred.

“How do you feel?”

I cocked my head to one side and answered, “Buzzed and breezy.” We both laughed.

“God, you’re adorable and great at shots.”

“I had a good teacher,” I said, looking up at him through my eyelashes.

At this point, liquid courage was flowing steadily through my body and mind. I had never flirted before, so I was completely out of my element. I just hoped Brad wouldn’t laugh in my face.

Leaning into me, he ran his nose up and down mine and whispered, “I’d like to teach you a few more things.”

He moved in closer and started nibbling behind my ear. It tickled and sent chills throughout my body. I giggled. What was happening to me? I pulled away from him a little. The spot behind my ear was on fire.

Giving him a sideways glance, I grinned and asked, ‘Like what?”

Brad propped himself up on his right arm. He returned to the spot behind my ear, running his lips gently over my skin. He whispered, “Come here.”

Reaching over, he grabbed my hips, and pulled me on to his lap, so I was straddling him. The move was so quick it took me by surprise. He began to lick and suck a trail from my jaw down my neck. I tilted my head to the side to give him an obstacle free path. I like to help my fellow mankind whenever possible. It felt amazing. I was on fire and had chills all at the same time. His hands traveled down my hips. Palming my ass, he pulled me closer to his chest. The feel of his large hands holding and squeezing me made every part of my body tingle.

“Heyyy!” I looked back at Brad’s fingers digging into me, and then I started to giggle. “You’re touching my ass.” I could feel him smiling against my neck. “No one has ever done that before.”

“Ever?” he muttered, surprised, as he continued working his lips and tongue up and down my neck.

“Not on purpose,” I giggled.

He brought his lips to mine. He sucked and lightly nipped my bottom lip. Every part of my body was responding to him. He pulled me in close and squeezed my ass again, causing a little moan to escape me.

He whispered against my lips, “That surprises me. It’s such a cute little ass.”

I could feel the heat and wetness spreading between my legs. He thrust his tongue deep and explored every inch of my mouth before pulling away. Again he nibbled a trail from my jaw to my neck. His hot breath washed over my neck as his hands started to travel up my back underneath my shirt.

Sounding out of breath, he said, “There are a lot more places on your body I want to touch on purpose.” His tongue moved to behind my ear. I heard him mumble, “So sweet. I want to lick every inch of you.” I thought I was going to explode. His words had my body feeling things I didn’t know existed. They drove me crazy.

My hands moved from behind his neck up to his soft dirty-blonde hair. Brad let out a groan as I laced my fingers through it, slightly tugging. Our breathing was so fast and heavy, we had a hard time slowing it down.

He let out a low growl, and then whispered, “If I haven’t made it perfectly clear, I
really
like you.”

“I like you too,” I said while laughing. I don’t know if it was Brad, the tequila, or a combination of both, but I was feeling very happy.

He held me tightly against him. “Can you feel
how
hard you make me?”

“Mmmhmm…” My answer came out as a moan.

“Let’s go somewhere less sandy.”

“Ok,” I smiled and then giggled. My head was swimming so fast, I wasn’t exactly sure what I was agreeing to. All I knew was I felt warm, tingly, and turned on.

I crawled off Brad’s lap. He struggled to stand up, taking a minute to regain his balance. Holding his hands out to me, I put mine in his, and he pulled me up off the blanket.

I started to gather our stuff when he said, “Don’t worry about that stuff.”

“We shouldn’t be litterbugs,” I told him with my best pouty face. He burst out laughing. Yanking on my arms slightly, I fell into his chest, laughing.

“We’ll deal with it later. Right now there are more important matters that need my attention.” He gave me a quick kiss on the lips, grabbed my hand, and dragged me up the steps to the house.

The party had settled down quite a bit from earlier. Brad held my hand tightly as he maneuvered us through the large living room heading towards the upstairs. We made it up a couple of steps when I felt a strong warm hand grab my wrist, stopping me in mid step. I stumbled back against the banister. I was so drunk from the tequila that it took me a few seconds before it registered who grabbed me.

“NOAH!!” I must have been crazy drunk, because I was thrilled to see him.

I twisted my hand out of Brad’s. I fell towards Noah, draping my arms around his neck. He looked shocked at how affectionate I was towards him, since the last time we were together, I was screaming at the top of my lungs at him.

“Look Brad! It’s Noah!
My
Noah! He’s so sweet and sexy. He’s
swexy.
He licked my thigh under my parent’s dinner table. You remember licking me Noah?” I said in a loud high pitched voice.

Placing his hands on my shoulders, Noah helped me stand up straight. He said in a low voice, “I’m taking you home.”

Looking up at his beautiful face, I replied, “But Brad was going to do
some things
to me on purpose. I don’t know what, but I’m having fun. Hey! You want to come with us?” I asked.

I looked up towards Brad, who was standing there glaring at Noah, his hands balled into fist, and his jaw clenched tight. Noah snaked his arm around my waist and started leading me down the steps. Brad was right behind us. He grabbed my elbow, yanking me backwards out of Noah’s arms.

In a low menacing voice, Brad growled at Noah, “Haven’t you done enough to her tonight? She’s having a great time with me, so get your fucking hands off of her.”

I smiled up at Brad then turned to Noah and said, “I really am having fun. He’s not a Smurffucker at all.”

Noah tugged on my other arm, breaking me free of Brad’s grip. We started towards the front door when once again I felt my arm being pulled by Brad. I was getting tired of them jerking me back and forth. Not to mention a little queasy with all the moving around. Not saying a word, Noah dropped my hand, walked over to Brad, and punched him directly in the stomach. My hand fell from Brad’s as he doubled over and dropped to the floor. Noah then turned around and put me over his shoulder.

As we started towards the door, I grabbed the waistband of his pants, lifting my head, and yelled, “BYE BYE, BRAD! THANKS! MAYBE
YOU
CAN LICK MY THIGH NEXT TIME! BYE, BYE!” He was still crumpled on the floor as we made it out the door.

You find out the true character of a person when they don’t take advantage of a sure thing.

I must have fallen asleep in the car, because the next thing I knew I was at Noah’s house in his bedroom, sitting on his bed. He was standing at his dresser with his back to me. My head was spinning and so was the room causing me to fall back on to the bed.

“Noah, you’re room is like a ride at Disney World.” I heard a slight chuckle coming from overhead. Barely lifting my head up off the bed, I slowly opened one eye, and saw him standing in front of me, holding a pair of green and white plaid boxer shorts and a white t-shirt. His anger had disappeared, replaced by sadness and guilt.

My face twisted in confusion. “You wear plaid underwear?” I asked, letting my head fall back and my eye close.

“Sometimes. Why?”

“I never pictured you wearing plaid boxers.”

I felt the material of the t-shirt and boxers brush across my arm as he sat them down on the bed beside me.

His voice was gravely and hoarse when he said, “Change into this. I’m going to get you some water and aspirin.”

“What am I going to do about my parents? I can’t go home like this,” I said.

“Both our parents went to Myrtle Beach this weekend. Remember?”

I heard his footsteps as he crossed the room, stopping when I whined, “Noah! I can’t sit up. Help me!” I shot both arms up in the air, pointing them straight towards the ceiling. I felt his warm hands glide over mine as he pulled me up to a sitting position. My head was swimming as I swayed from side to side a few times before steadying myself.

Fumbling, I tried to unbutton my jeans, but the button kept eluding my grasp. If memory served me correctly, there was only one button on my jeans before the party, but apparently it had babies, because now I saw four.

I looked up at him helplessly, batting my eyes a couple of times, and said, “I seem to be having difficulty locating the actual boot-ton and zip-pah,” I giggled and smiled at him.

Kneeling down in front of me, he smiled, and then whispered, “I’ll help you.”

Noah slipped my flip flops off and placed them to the side. Bringing his hands up, he unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. A shiver ran through me when his fingers grazed my skin.

He looked into my eyes, gulped and said, “I’ll go get your water and aspirin while you change.” He stood and turned away, heading toward the door.

I made one attempt to stand up. When I leaned forward slightly, the room started spinning rapidly. I flopped back on to the bed. “Noah, I can’t stand up. I need you.”

I heard him approach. “Tweet, are you okay?”

“Yes, but I need you. Don’t leave me,” I whispered.

He knelt back down in front of me and said, “I won’t ever leave you. Just hold on to my shoulders to steady yourself.”

Noah helped me sit back up. I placed my hands on his shoulders and leaned forward. As I stood my breasts came in direct contact with Noah’s face. A prickly sensation covered my skin when I felt his face lightly graze my torso as I stood. My head began to swim, but I was able to remain standing as long as I held on to his strong shoulders.