Chapter 17 #3
“Shiiiiiit, I’d be on the eleven o’clock news talking about, ‘I always liked Danessa she was a nice girl. I tried to get her to leave but she said what happens in a remote cabin stays in a remote cabin. And I guess she was right because they ain’t found her body.’”
Danessa shoved me. “Jerk face.”
“At least I still have a face.” We both shared a laugh.
“Do you remember our last vacation together? Not Mexico.”
Nodding my head I slowly recalled our road trip. “I remember it fondly.”
“I’d always wanted to go on a road trip and one day you came home after your last final and said we should hit the road the next day.”
“And you thought I was bullshiting.”
“It was just so unplanned which I think made it that much more fun.”
“We didn’t plan shit we just jumped in the car and drove. No itinerary no reservations just the open road.”
“We didn’t even have a proper playlist.”
“During that trip I learned you were directionally challenged.”
“That’s what GPS is for.”
“What was your favorite part of the trip?” I asked, tossing my napkin onto my plate.
“Visiting all the national parks and walking the trails and seeing that huge cowboy boot. And do you remember the tiny cabin?”
“My legs were hanging off the bed.”
“That’s right and we ended up sleeping on the floor. But the roof was made of glass, and we were able to look up at the stars as we drifted off to sleep. What was your favorite part?”
“That’s easy, being with you.”
“Be serious.”
“I am being serious. Being with you, sharing those experiences with you meant everything to me.”
“Me too.”
“You can’t change your answer now it’s too late.”
“I’m not changing my answer I’m amending it.”
“So you liked the hiking trails, the huge boot, and—”
“You.”
Do you know the saying “Decide what you want and then act as if it’s impossible to fail”?
That shit always resonated with me but never more than right now.
I was practically rubbing elbows with the woman of my dreams. The woman who was the bane of my existence because from the minute I met her, she occupied every square inch of my brain matter.
There was not a day that went by in which I didn’t think of her, wonder if she was okay and perhaps was thinking about me too.
I brushed her hair from her shoulder. “You know every day I tell myself, Aldridge the window of opportunity has passed. And that’s okay because what we’re creating in this moment can be something new, perhaps something better.”
Danessa shook her head as if she was attempting to lock things in place. “Are you still joking?”
Muting the television, I stared into her eyes. “Nah, I’m dead fucking serious.”
“I don’t …”
“I just want you to know this can be whatever you want it to be. And I will play my part to perfection. Whether that be as your friend or something more.” If she offered me crumbs, I would gladly take them.
“I don’t know if we get do-overs.”
“Maybe this isn’t a remake but a sequel.”
“Most sequels suck.”
“Mmm … we’re the exception, not the rule.”
“So how does it work?”
Hell if I knew. I just wanted a second chance, a rematch. “We both know how this works.” With me worshipping the ground she walks on and basking in the glow of her affection.
“With you kissing me? I don’t know, just exploring suggestions.”
My heart was beating so loud I’m surprised she couldn’t hear it and offer to call an ambulance. “Act one, the kiss. I like it. That’s a hell of a way to start a sequel.”
“Maybe we could add some moderate groping for good measure.”
“Excellent fucking suggestions.” Grabbing her arm, I pulled her onto my lap, so she was straddling me.
The weight of her ass pressed against me, causing my temperature to rise and my dick to expand.
She was so close now, and the look in her eyes held a promise that made my pulse pound in my ears.
It was difficult to catch my breath because the room felt smaller, the air thicker.
The seconds right before a kiss can define the course of history.
A good kiss could lead to exchanging vows.
Bad kisses could dash hopes and build walls.
Right now, with Danessa searching my eyes for confirmation I was ready to write a new chapter, my heart was filled with so much uncertainty.
Is this a huge mistake? What if our chemistry has faded?
Was I setting myself up to be hurt again?
But just past the uncertainty, there was hope.
Hope, that every decision, every ending, every relocation, every failure over the past five years was preparing us for this.
I could feel the heat radiating off her.
Every nerve in my body was alive, aware of the way Danessa’s gaze moved from my eyes to my mouth and back again.
Leaning forward slightly, I drank Danessa’s familiar scent.
The soft whisper of her breath was like a siren song drawing me closer.
Danessa’s timid smile matched what I was thinking, Are we really doing this?
My thumb traced the line of her jaw, slow and deliberate, and she leaned into my touch.
Landing on her mouth, I outlined the fullness of her thick lips.
Her hand slid to the back of my neck, and she gave my curls a tug.
I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. All I knew was I wanted her closer, needed her closer.
My face hovered just inches from hers. Her breath brushed my lips, warm and steady.
Danessa parted her lips, barely, which caused me to hesitate, wanting to savor the moment, draw it out.
I wanted to let the anticipation build until she thought she might come undone.
She wasn’t deterred, she leaned forward, just enough that our mouths were a breath apart, so close I could almost feel the kiss, feel the way her lips would press against mine, shy at first but becoming increasingly more possessive the longer we kissed.
Her eyes fluttered shut, surrendering to the ache, to the longing she’d been holding back.
And in that suspended second, before our lips met, the world fell away, leaving only her, only this.
I slipped my tongue past her lips and indulged in her.
Framing my hand at the base of her neck, I secured my claim intending to be locked in this moment for a while.
Warmth bloomed in my chest and spread to my extremities as if Danessa was uploading her essence into my soul.
Her lips were soft and determined against mine.
When Danessa moved her hips back and forth over my very erect penis, I unsuccessfully tried to suppress a moan.
With assured movements she circled my crotch.
I stared directly into her mink eyes trying my best to convey I was down for any and everything.
The look in her eyes was a mixture of surprise and determination.
If Danessa was trying to come, I’d do everything in my power to help make that happen.
My hands grasped her waist offering an assist so she could glide over my member.
Thank God I was wearing these thin ass shorts because I could feel her pussy print against me.
The friction had my dick on swole and I started to recognize the gravity of what we were doing.
Danessa had given me a green light and I was going to reward her.
With her body still rocking, I stood. Danessa clung to my shirt, uneasy with the change in position.
Lying on to my back, I gestured for her to climb back on top.
Danessa stepped out of her panties, and although her tennis skirt still concealed her bottom half, the thought of her naked underneath made my heartbeat flutter.
Climbing on top and with very little words we both understood the assignment.
I was here to be used as she saw fit. From this vantage point, I watched her rock across my lap occasionally rubbing her breast or squeezing a nipple.
Before I’d even processed it, she was pulling down my shorts and underwear causing my dick to bob back and forth when released.
We both looked down at it, probably each considering the next move.
Danessa floated down so our faces almost touched. “Aldridge, I need you to fuck me right now. Can you handle that?”
“Yeah, uhm, yes I can definitely do that.”
“I wanna feel you inside of me.”
“I would like that as well.” When I woke up this morning, I didn’t realize this would be the best day of my life.
It’s funny how you could workout, run errands, go to a work event and then hours later be on the precipice of fucking the hottest woman you’d ever met.
My dick was now in between her legs surrounded by her warmth and wetness.
Danessa controlled the tempo. Leaning back she slid her pussy lips up and down my shaft.
I wasn’t inside of her yet but we’d moved from dry humping to wet humping and I was quickly unraveling.
Wrapping my hand around her neck, I pulled her back down so we were eye to eye. “Hey?”
“Yeah,” her voice was breathy and a full octave deeper.
“I want you to know I’m about to fuck you so thoroughly your neighbors are going to call the cops to conduct a welfare check.”
Danessa smashed her lips into mine while still rubbing her pussy against me. She started to nibble on my ear, but my attention was drawn to the entryway and the sound of the lock opening. “Is that your door?”
“What?” She tugged on my ear with her teeth.
“I think someone is opening your door.”
Danessa jumped up, tripping several times on her way to the entry hall. “What are you doing?” she shouted. I hopped back into my shorts ready to fuck someone up. But relaxed when Anika’s voice filled in the blanks.
“Where have you been?” Anika responded back.
“You just can’t barge into my apartment whenever you want.”
“I called and texted you an obscene number of times. I thought you were dead.”
“Well, I’m not so can you leave now.”
“No, let me in.” Anika pushed the door open, brushing past Danessa. “Why do you look like that?”
“Like what?”
“Disheveled and your eyes are all shifty.”
“I was working?”
“At nine o’clock at night?”
“Yeah.”
“Hmm, God you’re so weird. Sometimes I can’t believe we’re related. I just need to borrow your burgundy dress, the one that makes me look snatched.”
“You were going to break in and steal my dress?”
“Borrow.” I could hear the voices getting closer. By the time Anika entered the living room, I was sitting upright with a pillow on my lap. “Well, what do we have here?”
“I told you work.”
Anika looked from Danessa to me and back again. “Have you two been fucking?”
“Eww, Anika be so fucking for real right now. How gross, absolutely not.”
Damn, she was putting a whole lot into that denial. Gross, me? “Hey Anika.”
“Aldi.” Anika examined the room for evidence. “Dinner for two, ambient lighting, candles. This is a sexual crime scene if I ever seen one.”
“Get the fucking dress and go.”
“You seem uptight, so I’m guessing the penis has not broken the seal yet.”
“Go get the dress,” Danessa said through gritted teeth.
“Okay chill out.” Anika disappeared into the bedroom.
Danessa turned to me. I thought she was going to apologize, instead she said, “You need to leave.”
I jumped up from the couch letting the pillow fall to the floor. “What?”
“Can you do something with that?” She pointed to my dick which was still sporting a very prominent chubby.
“Why do I have to leave?” I whispered.
“Because I need to talk to my sister before she tells everyone she knows that we’re getting the band back together.”
“Will you at least call me later?” God we hadn’t even fucked and I was pussy whipped.
“No.” The woman who just moments ago had lust in her eyes and was ready to make my dick disappear was gone.
“I’m leaving town tomorrow for work.” Danessa was wrangling me toward the front door. “I won’t be back for a week.” She opened the door and pushed me out. “Danessa?”
“Sorry, have a safe trip.” She offered a cringe-filled smile before shutting the door in my face.