2. Chapter 2
Led
“I t wouldn’t be proper.” I tell her frankly.
Turns out she’s not as stupid as I thought. “Because of the blonde over there, right?”
Defeated, I set my eyes on the floor. “Yeah.”
“That’s the beauty of casual sex, Led. There’s no strings attached. I’m not looking for anything other than a roll in the hay. There is too much going on in my life. So, unless it’s against your religion or something, a great fuck and some coffee in the morning is all I’m looking for.”
Her audacity is a little unnerving. “But we could technically be working together at some point.”
“Why does that matter. I told you there would be no strings attached.” She reiterates, growing irritated. “Look, all it comes down to is, do you want to fuck tonight or not.”
She’s got a great pair of tits, I’ll admit.
And she’s laying it out on the table, which I like.
And I’ve got nothing to prove to anyone, least of all to Jinny, who has never shown much interest in me.
Even when she walked into the office that first day, with Bowie.
I thought I was fucking hallucinating...
“Led, you remember Jinny, right?” Jagger says to me, as I try to demagnetize my eyes from her, while she walks into the production room with Bowie. I’d heard that Jagger decided to hire them, after having his arm twisted by both Rush and Halen, but I didn’t believe it, until now.
“Hey, yeah, I remember.” I smile, holding my hand out for her to shake. “How are you. It’s been a minute.”
“Several, actually. More like around fifteen years.” She chuckles.
Shaking my hand. This is going to sound outrageous, but she still looks exactly like she did in high school.
Jagger and Bowie dated for a couple of years back then, until some unfortunate incident happened at Jinny’s house, and Bowie was mistakenly led to believe that Jagger cheated on her.
My eyes were still on Jinny until the end of high school, when everyone lost touch.
We’d never dated, but she was the only girl I ever thought about, until I got into college.
“I’d say. Glad to have you on board.”
“Thanks.”
As I watch the two ladies make their way across the production room, my mind goes back to the first time I saw Jinny in grade nine, when I stumbled into my math class, and she helped me put my books back into my bag, as they all fell out of it, flinging across the floor like it was made of ice.
When our eyes met, she smiled sheepishly, and then my stupid fucking eyes went right to her ample chest. I kept the last book that landed on the floor to cover the growing hard-on as I walked to my desk.
Every time I saw her in the hallway, my heart would practically stop.
Awkwardness was my middle name, and my brothers never let me forget it.
The constant teasing and taunting, whenever a pretty girl would walk by was unlivable, until I realized that I only had eyes for Jinny.
Soon, I became immune to the teasing, unless it was Jinny.
She showed up at dances and later, parties, and I couldn’t ever muster up the courage to actually talk to her.
Sure, I was getting laid here and there, but it was her face that I saw when I looked at my lover’s face, her voice I would hear when my lover would speak to me.
Of course, once I hit college, I was a total geek, being an aspiring accountant.
It wasn’t until I landed a job at a high-end firm that I started getting laid again.
By that time, I’d almost forgotten about Jinny.
She’d pop up in a dream here and there, but I got so focused on my career, that I’d put her in the back of my mind, seemingly forever. ..
Jinny looks over at me, and our eyes meet for a split second again, and I realize that I’m tired of split-second moments with her.
That woman has never given me more than that.
A smile here and there, a flash of the eyes, but never more than that.
And just as I’m thinking this, as Jagger and Bowie are called over to the table where Wesley is, Axl pulls her to him, and I swear to God he’s about to kiss her.
My fist balls up, but instead of alerting my brother Halen’s fight radar again, I turn to Reya, grab her hand, and pull her towards the exit door, not bothering to check my back to see if Jagger, Halen, Rush or even Stevie, notices.
“Your place or mine.” I say. I don’t ask. My voice is almost angry, but I’m reading from her that she likes it.
“My mother is staying with me, so yours.”
We hop into my car and drive, silently. It’s like there’s some weird exchange that happened back there in the parking lot.
I almost feel like I should have checked my wallet first, to make sure that I have the cash to pay her after tonight’s favor.
Only, I’m not sure who’s paying whom the favor here, seeing as she all but asked me to fuck her.
Thankfully, my place is immaculate, not that it matters.
We don’t even make it to the front door, and I’m tearing her dress off her, pushing it up her body, while she claws at my chest, almost breaking the buttons to get at my flesh.
As I open the front door and disable the security alarm, she’s down on her knees, unzipping me.
“Fuck.” I exhale as she stuffs my hardened cock into her mouth, picturing Jinny’s face as my eyes shut tight.
The foyer light comes on automatically in the entrance, but I turn it off.
Her mouth fucks my dick, sucking it up and down, as she sheathes her teeth expertly.
It’s a great blow job and I let myself go, pushing my cock into her mouth like a champ, wishing like fuck that she’ll let me shoot in her mouth.
But as the come starts making its way up the shaft, she removes my cock from her mouth and rises. “Truth be told, Led. I’ve always wanted to fuck you.” She says, pulling her bra off, pushing her ample tits up against my chest.
“Oh yeah?” I ask, breathing choppy, cock twitching with need. I feel like she’s fucking teasing me, and I don’t like it. I was just about to shoot my wad. This is a dick move.
“Yeah.” She nods. “You got a condom?”
I lick my lips and mentally kick myself.
“Fuck...no.” I want to tell her to get back down on her fucking knees and finish me off.
I want to shove my dick between her breasts and give her a fucking pearl necklace.
What the fuck is this, anyway? You ask a guy to fuck you, but you don’t have a condom?
We drive all the way over here for this?
She rakes a hand through her hair with an exhale, and that’s when my fucking phone starts to vibrate in my pocket in the silence.
The look on her face says that if I answer it, this is over, and I feel brave, so I test that theory by picking it up out of my trouser pocket.
“Stevie. What do you want.” I comment, knowing exactly what it is that she wants.
With the mention of my sister’s name, the little vixen gets back down on her knees, evil written all over her face, and starts to suck my cock again.
“You better finish getting your blow job and haul your ass back here fast.” Stevie warns. “Jagger and Bowie want to make a speech, and you’re supposed to be here for it.”
Reya looks up at me, enjoying this game, and I feel her uvula hit the head of my dick. “I wasn’t told a goddamn thing about any speech that I needed to be there for. I’m not part of the production team, remember? I’m a fucking accountant.”
“You’re a fucking brother, Led, and don’t you forget it. Get your ass back here in ten minutes. I’ll hold them off for that long, and after that, I’m feeding you to the bloody wolves.”
By wolves, she means Wesley Hopkins. And I don’t know how he would feel about me fucking one of his colleagues.
Jagger would have a field day. I could always blame Rush, since he was the one that introduced us, and all but threw us into bed together.
But then, I don’t need another reason to put Jagger off, and Rush is out for blood.
He’s a bit of an attention whore himself, and loves to get me into shit, because he knows that I’m not the type to purposely do the same.
I know it’s his version of toughening me up, but it’s annoying, especially now at our age.
“Fine.” I exhale as I hang up.
Reya is unscathed. My cock glistens as she sucks it expertly, and I shake the phone call off, doing the thing that I know will send me to the fucking stars, like it always does.
..thinking about Jinny. Her tits come into my head again, and I picture her pressing them together while on her back, as my dick slides between them.
Seconds later, I grunt loudly as I come like a fucking champ, in her mouth.
It’s the best head I’ve had since college, I’ll admit.
When she finally gets back up to my eye level, she looks like she’s ready to eat me for breakfast. “You owe me. But I’ll. ...take a raincheck.”
“Oh?” I’m surprised...and a bit worried. For a few reasons. I’ve never had a girl say that to me before.
“Put your pants back on, Led. Let’s get back to the party before we both end up in hot water.”
I don’t argue with her. In five seconds, we’re back out the door, and I drive like my life depends on it, until we arrive back at the venue.
Stevie sees me as we carefully make our separate ways back into the room.
But the first set of eyes that sees me..
.are Jinny’s. It’s stupid. It’s childish.
It’s unrealistic. But I feel like I just cheated on her.
Like I just fucked myself in more ways than one.
Forget about the fact that she’s been glued to Axl the whole night.
Forget about the fact that I’m the only one who’s ever given a thought to us being together in any way.
Forget about the fact that I can’t stop being fixated on a stupid high school crush.
All I can think about is her face when she sees me walk back into the room.