Noah
Playing my guitar in the garage was the only thing holding me back from breaking the news to Charlie right now.
Each lyric and scream coming out of my mouth was the pain I couldn’t voice to her.
I got so caught up in making each verse perfect that it let me forget for two seconds I’m going to break her heart by telling her we are leaving at some point.
But I gotta do something. Take her out on a date, go for a walk and do it gently.
But either way, nothing I do can lessen the pain of this conversation brewing inside my head.
All day I’ve talked to myself about how I can start the conversation.
Imagined the outcome. The worst daydreaming session was her shoving my head into a glass window, screaming in my ears that she might murder me.
Then again, the only violent part of her is chewing that damn gum.
When I glance at Charlie perched on an old amp writing in her journal, nodding her head and tapping a foot to the beat, my brain shuts down.
The entire power grid running the damn thing dies.
God, she's beautiful, and I’m about to ruin everything.
We finished our last song, and the small dusty garage fell into ringing silence.
“We’re sounding good, man,” Vince bangs his head.
“Yeah, I think we've got it down.” I mumble, not taking my eyes off Charlie. My chest aches. I don’t like this. I don’t have feelings. Why the hell do I have feelings? The guys don’t hesitate to head inside the house quickly.
“What are you writing?”
“Umm... it's nothing,” she shakes her head.
“Can I read it?” I ask. Charlie closes her journal.
“Maybe.” She stands up.
“Well umm... wanna go inside?” I point my thumb at the door. She nods and we head inside. Omen is digging in the fridge for beers and taking out burgers to grill. Vince is tossing buns and condiments on the counter.
“So... uhh. How was your first day?” I ask.
“I’m gonna be hella busy. I’m already swimming in a butt load of work.
You should see our schedule for cheer. Once competitions start in the second semester I won't have time to eat.
But uhh... Payton is acting weird, and so is Ryder.
I think she's lying to me and stuff...” She continues on, and I stare at her lips as she keeps talking about them.
Something regarding Roulette, and she thinks they might have hooked up.
“You okay?” Charlie’s voice cuts through my staring into space, and she rubs my shoulder. “You seem kind of tense.”
“Yeah. You wanna go into the hot tub?” I stretch out the collar of my shirt.
She scrunches her eyebrows because I probably dismissed everything she just said. “Yeah, let me go get changed.”
I gotta do this tonight. I gotta say it.
The words already taste like ash. I’m preparing to break her heart, and mine.
I run a hand through my sweaty hair. I heard the bathroom door click shut.
My heart started hammering against my ribs.
I gotta do this. I gotta tell her what’s going on.
I headed over to the bathroom, twisting the knob, and she didn’t even lock it.
Charlie leaps on her tippy toes. “Oh my God!” she shouts, covering her entire body with both arms. “What the hell!”
“Sorry... sorry.”
“You scared me.” She gives me the dirtiest glare in existence, and I realize the door is wide open. I double-take at the door and her, butt-ass-naked. “Hello!”
“Sorry.” I shut the door closed with my hand in my face.
“What is wrong with you?”
“I dunno, I’m just going a little crazy right now.
” I swallow and regret barging in here. I don’t even know why I barged in.
I should've stopped myself, but I can’t.
Maybe I just need to have her one last time, to fucking sear the memory of her skin onto mine.
I need this physical ache in my gut to vanish into thin air.
But it’s not going away. It’s not shutting off.
These feelings are like parasites invading every square inch of myself.
I can’t stop feeling them. And I can’t stop admiring how gorgeous Charlie is.
She turns her back to me, bending over her bag to look for her suit.
The sight hit me. I lean just slightly, catching her pussy, and a bit of dark hair.
She has perfect curves, even her ass is enough for me to have a handful.
I even want to run my hands down the delicate dip of her spine.
Good God. The way her long, dark hair falls over her shoulders has my jaw dropping to the floor and my balls tightening with anticipation.
Damn it! I have to break it to her. The words are there on my tongue, but I’m sure Satan just cut it off with a knife. Charlie turns around. A small gasp escaped her lips, but she didn’t cover herself. Her eyes were wide, questioning. “Are you seriously staring at me?”
“I can’t fucking do it,” I say, my voice rough.
“Do what?”
I close the distance between us in two strides.
I already said too much. I grab her by the hips, my fingers digging into her soft skin, and lift her onto the cold porcelain of the counter.
Her hands fall back, knocking over the soap dispenser and the towel hanging on the rack.
She doesn’t resist. Her legs fall open for me.
What did I expect? A rejection. She’s been begging me for weeks straight, and now I’m wanting her to smack me so I can run away with my tail between my legs.
But I'm being invited in, her opening wet with temptation written all over it.
I run a hand across her thighs and my thumb meets her clit circling it slowly. She gasps and moans, dipping her head back. Once I dip my finger inside her she pants. “Fuck...” She meets the rhythm of me pumping inside her.
I’m so fucking sorry, I shoved my joggers and boxers down to my knees in one frantic movement.
My dick is rock-hard as I take my length within my other hand and start to stroke myself while I work her clit.
“Yes...mmm,” she moans and just the sound of her has pre-come dripping out of my slit, coating my tip.
Her eyes drop down, and she bites her lips.
“I can’t stop thinking about you,” I whisper, leaning over her lips, as my finger pumps faster into her tight hole that’s clenching my fingers.
She reaches between us, her small fingers wrapping around my hand working my dick. “Can I help?” she asks and I can’t deny her that. Fuck, I let her take control. “Is that why you barged in here?”
“Just like that,” I groan, my hips bucking into her touch. I work her clit harder as she strokes me and I can't help but kiss her, and she moans between our lips.
“Do you wanna come on me,” she whispers into my mouth, her strokes becoming faster, tighter.
“Christ, yes. Come with me, fucking come baby,” I hiss, my knees feeling weak.
I’m usually not this quick to explode, but it’s been building up all day, and her hands are soft and warm.
Even the look of her silver eyes watching me closely as she moans, her pupils widening as she strokes me faster and I’m working the beautiful clit of hers.
She’s so wet – drenching my hand fucking it so good and she’s making sure to give the tip of my dick that extra squeeze that leaves me stammering.
Her moans grow louder and I’m matching her volume.
She’s gonna get me there, and I’m gonna... I’m gonna...
“Oh my God, Noah!” she cries out and moans, her lips parting as she convulses under my touch. Fuck she’s coming and my abs clench and cue. A deep, guttural groan rips from my throat.
My whole body goes rigid. My vision turns crystal white and spins into blackness.
My free hand slaps against the mirror for support as the sensation tears through me.
My heart hammers for her, something I'm not used to. I come all over her hand and she’s come all over mine.
It’s dripping down her thighs, and I’ve made an absolute mess.
Shit, I'm an asshole. My fingers slip out of her pussy and I slump forward, spent, my breath coming in ragged gasps. “Sorry, I’m sorry.” I paw at the toilet paper roll like a cat, gathering up several pieces to clean myself up and wipe my mess off her thighs.
“It’s okay.” She gasps between breaths and grabs some of the paper from my hand, cleaning her hands off. “You’re amazing...fuck.”
“I shouldn’t have.” I gather my boxers and pants, pulling them up.
“Shit... I’ll meet you outside.” I keep cursing and head out the door, throwing it open and walking two steps down the hallway before realizing I didn’t even close it shut.
I’m a douchebag. Fuck! I rush back over and close it for her.