I Love My Side of the Story (14 page)

I nod. “I hear you.”

“I can take care of you. I know you’re
going to meet me halfway, but I don’t mean money – I mean… I can take
care of you.”

I stare at him. “I want that,” I admit
quietly.

“Then stop doing everything on your own.
And stop – please, dear God – stop telling me what to do.” He
reaches and puts his thumb on a falling tear, wipes it away from my chin. “Can
you do that? Because I can’t do this – I can’t be in this with you
– if you can’t.”

I nod and say honestly, “I can do that.”
He leans forward and kisses me. When he pulls away, I ask, “Anything else?”

The way I said that must have been
funny, because he laughs. “Well, my little perfectionist… there is one more
thing.” He thinks for a second, then adds, “No, two.”

I shove my pride down hard. “I’m
listening.”

“Please come sit in my class and see my
work? I’m doing a scene I’m really proud of and I want to show you.”

Relief spreads over me. “I’d love that.
Yes, please.”

“The second thing is, I need you to
never call me honey ever again. Ever.”

 
“What? Why?”

“Because you only say it when you’re
mad, frustrated or disappointed in me.”

“I do?”

“Yes. You do. Without fail.”

“Man, am I transparent!!”

I don’t know if it’s because we’re happy
we’re talking about things that needed to be said, we’re happy we’re not
breaking up, or if we just needed a release, but we both lose it laughing.
We’re cracking up in the corner and it feels so good to laugh. For both of us.
As we wind down, he looks at me and I know from his eyes that I’m about to be
kissed. He grabs me and kisses me like he thought he never would again. I run
my fingers up through his hair as his arms go tight around my waist, and our
mouths tell each other everything words would take too long to say.

He asks in a hoarse voice, “Is the
bathroom locked or stalls?”

I breathe, “Locked.”

“Perfect.” He locks lips with me for one
more hot second, then leads me fast through the crowd. There’s a line, and
waiting until it’s my turn, we make out in it. As soon as we get to the front
we go in together. The line goes up in arms; “Hey!”

“Use the men’s,” Josh growls and shuts
the door, locked.

Grabbing each other, we wrestle off our
clothing. His zipper. My panties. His shirt. My shirt and bra. His hands grope
my breasts wonderfully. My hands on his cock. Stroking it. His teeth on my
earlobe. So good. My leg hooked around his ass. His breath on my nipples. His
tongue next. My hands feeling his muscles as he moves. His knees bending. My
other leg climbing up to ride him. His hands grabbing my thighs. His cock full
and long, sliding into me. Our mouths moaning on each other as he pushes in. My
clit pulsing hard. The top of his shaft rubbing it again and again. My head
thrown back as his tongue runs the length of my neck. My body against the door,
the sounds of music and conversations, muted
.
His cock satin covered steel. My pussy throbbing and taking all of it.
I love you.
My moan louder than his;
both growing in volume. The rocketing spiral of the orgasm as I muffle a scream
by kissing him roughly.
I love you, too.
His jerking, gasping grunts as he shoots into me. Our arms squeezed tight
around each other. All of it. Everything. Gone.

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We come out of the bathroom all smiles.
I’ve no idea how much time has gone by and I giggle at the new line of female
disapproval.

“They’re just jealous,” Josh smiles to
me. I smack him in the chest for his volume. He laughs, “You have a problem
with violence, you know that? It’s a good thing you’re small.”

“You deserved that apple. Don’t pretend
you didn’t.”

He kisses me. “We’ll work on it.”

As we make our way to the exit, I steal
a look to see Nicole has taken my seat at the bar. She’s laughing at something
Mark has said and she looks beautiful – all dressed up from her earlier
plans. As Josh excuses us, parting a group of five that stands in our way, I
see Mark’s face now – smiling wide and interested. Huh. Well, look at that.
Maybe I really was supposed to come here, after all.

“Have a good night,” Smiling Bouncer
says pointedly to me. I nod and smile as Josh holds open the door. Outside, he
reaches for his phone vibrating in his pants pocket, pulls it out and shows me
Jess’s name. “Hey Jess. It’s okay. I found her… Yeah. You want to talk to her?
…Thank you…. Okay.
 
Here she is.”

I take it as our arms go ‘round each
other, and we walk up the street like that. “Hi Jess.”

 
“So I guess the pot finally boiled, huh?”

“Yeah, thank God there wasn’t a bunny
around.”

“You okay?”

“I’m okay, yeah.”

“How about you guys? Just answer yes or
no, and I’ll know.”

I smile and squeeze in tighter to him,
our feet synchronized. “That’s a very big yes.”

She whoops on the other end of the line,
so loud he can hear her. He kisses the top of my head as she says, “Listen Amb,
we’re on our way to my place. I couldn’t hear the phone where we were, which is
why I’m just now getting back to you guys. I felt awful when I saw your text
and then heard Josh’s messages! You wanna meet us for a drink? I tried to call
Nicole, but she’s not answering.”

“I just saw her. She’s busy. She uh… met
someone. You guys have fun. We’ll all catch up later.”

“She did? You mean the bartender guy
– yeah, I know. I was there.”

“No, not him. This other guy who I met
tonight first and – don’t look at me like that Josh, it was nothing.
Jess… it’s a long story. Trust me, she’s busy.”

“Yeah? Let’s hope this one sticks!” She
laughs. “Okay, lovely. You’re the boss.”

I frown, “No. I’m not the boss. Not
anymore.”

Big pause. “Oh, reaaalllllllly?” Jess
says.

“Yeah. Really. Love you.”

“Awww. Love you, too. Talk to you later.
Can’t wait to hear what happened! Weeeeee!”

I hang up. This whole time I thought my
girlfriends could help… but really the only one who could fix us, was us.

He lets go of my waist long enough to
clasp my hand. “Let’s keep this up, shall we?”

“What do you mean?”

“Let’s make the subway blush.”

I bust up laughing and we run down the
stairs, peeking into the darkness, excited for the next train. He runs his
fingers lightly over the small of my back, underneath my jacket, while we watch
the lights approach. The wind blows my hair back as it comes to a quick stop
and we climb on, find a seat and get to it. It feels different than the first
time we did this. The feelings are deeper, and several times during the ride,
sitting on his lap enveloped in his arms and caressed by his kisses, I feel so
much love for him that I can’t believe it.

We take the elevator up to our place,
pressing against its walls with passionate embraces, pulling impatiently at
clothes that have to wait. As soon as the doors open, he grabs me and picks me
up, slides the key in the lock and carries me squealing into our home and
setting me down in the living room. I look to the window. He reads my mind and
says, “It’s shut. I closed the curtains earlier.”

I look down and see my fairy is moved,
and just when I’m about to say
remember
when we
, I feel his hands on me, removing my clothes. After the last shred
is gone, I stand naked in front of him and watch him walk back to look at my
body as if he’s seeing it for the first time. I feel soft and feminine standing
here. He surprises me by stripping off his own clothes about five feet away and
standing in front of me, his cock half-hard I want to move toward him, to
arouse him, but he says, “Ah ah ah,” and wags a finger at me. I laugh and go
back to my position.

His eyes paint every angle of me into
his memory, traveling over my face to my neck, my collar bones, my shoulders. I
can see from his lengthening member, I turn him on. My breasts love the caress
of his eyes and they awaken to him as he watches them get hard. I feel warmth
stirring between my legs, but still he does not move to touch me. His stare
grazes over my ribcage, explores my belly button, and falls on the soft tuft of
pale pubic hair that rests in between my legs. As his eyes hold that place, I
feel like he’s touching me, when I know he’s not. I get wet, hotter and feel a
sweet dull throb. He smiles like he knows and brushes his glance down my thighs
slowly, making my skin alight with goosebumps. Even my knees feel warm. He
takes his time and completes the journey and then says in a deep voice, “Now
me.”

My breath catches. I’m afraid I’m going
to drip down, I’m so excited. I nod, and look at the softness of his hair that
falls over his forehead, never controlled. I take in his soulful green eyes,
feel the strength of their fire and hold their look as long as I can. Then I
travel down to his mouth, lips parted. It’s so quiet I can hear him breathing,
short and animal. I rake my eyes over the strength of his jaw to his strong
neck, and follow the line widely to the end of his shoulders, one at a time.
Visually, I stroke trails and peaks of muscles that lead to his hands. I go
back for his chest and feel so hungry for him as I trace the hairs, the lines,
the strength of it. I follow the muscular man-v to his erection, touch it with
my eyes; the tip, crimson and full, the shaft long and wide and jutting out
from dark brown trimmed hair. His balls have tightened from arousal, ready. I
stare at them, watch them move and shift like they have a mind of their own.
Then his legs as my breath quickens at the powerful sight of them. The sweet
tingling heat in my pussy is almost too much. I hold myself still – so
still – and look to the lines cut deep into his thighs, trace them down
his calves and finally rest on his feet, apart and solid.
 
He wiggles his toes, and I laugh. “Come
here,” he says. I bring my eyes to his and walk to him.

“I love you, Josh.”

He grins. “Not as much as I love you.”
He grabs me and throws me on the couch. He jumps on me and opens my legs,
kneeling in front of me as I lay there looking at him, because now I can’t stop
looking. I’m so excited, so hot. He grabs my hips, pulls me to him so that my
hair slides under my head and flows out behind me. He raises my hips up and
hovers me above his cock. He leans down, raises me up, and gives me one long
lick. “Oh my God. You’re so fucking wet, Amber.”

I sit up and wrap my arms around his
shoulders as he kneels on the couch, my legs behind him. I push myself down
onto him, envelop him completely as we both moan from the intensity of
penetration. I ride him like this and he holds onto my hips, quickening then
slowing the speed, kissing me hard and fucking me harder. Through heavy breaths
he says, “You’re mine. It’s just me and you.”

I nod.

“No. Say it out loud.”

I say, through short breaths, “It’s just
me and you.”

He groans and pushes into me harder.
Faster. “Say you’re mine.”

“I’m so yours it’s not even funny.” I
moan. He laughs, his chest glistening with sweat and his hair rocking back and
forth with us, quicker and quicker. It’s a struggle to force my eyes open but
I’m addicted to this feeling he’s thrummed up in me from looking at each
other’s nakedness… and now I even want look down to where we are joined
together. I push back a little so I can see it and look at the way his cock
disappears into me, see our hair mingle, our skin touch as we join and become
two halves of a whole, joined. The visual pushes me over the edge, so dirty and
taboo for the girl to watch, and all of a sudden I feel the sweet sensation
spreading all over my body as I begin to cum. I scream out and keep watching as
he vanishes into me over and over. He breaks, and his body lurches and throws
me back, lying on top of me now, as he yells out loud and long. Chests heaving
against each other, I close my eyes and relish the weight of him, the pressure
and heat of him. Feeling his legs, the legs I just drank in, running the length
of mine and past, is intoxicating. I feel so little; so safe and loved that as
we lie there, resting afterward, I do something I never do easily. I fall
asleep.

I don’t wake up until 10:00 a.m. the
next morning. The night’s drama and all that running I did must have really
done a number on me. I open my eyes to see I’m in our room now. He must have
carried me here. I have to pee like nobody’s business, but the sound of Josh
snoring makes me look to my right. Here he is, dreaming, mouth open, the
blankets halfway up his chest. I crawl up on it and listen to his heartbeat.

From the other room, the phone rings. I
know from the ringtone that it’s mine. Josh’s breathing changes but I don’t
want to lose this moment. He looks so peaceful. “Stay asleep, baby. It’s just
my phone. It can wait.”

He smiles, squints at me and closes his
eyes again, wrapping his arms around me and making a sound as he hugs me tight.
I reach up and kiss him. My phone rings a new call. He opens his eyes as the
dull sound pulls at us from the kitchen. “Did you plug it in for me?”