Chapter 11 #3
Alex is looking at me with the most serious expression I’ve seen from him yet.
His eyes are intense, and his mouth is drawn tightly closed.
I lean up, slowly crawling up his chest just enough to look directly into his eyes.
“That was the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me, Alex.” I move my lips closer to his and kiss him.
He kisses me back with so much passion I feel tingles all the way to my core.
“Angel, you are so damn sexy,” he pants.
I can’t talk. It’s too much. I just want to kiss him.
I can’t seem to get close enough to him.
I clutch his T-shirt with my fists. I’m still on top of him, and now I push myself up a little so I can straddle him.
He reaches around with one arm holding my waist while his other hand reaches back, squeezing my bottom.
It feels amazing. So much so, I moan. He must like that because he flips me over onto my back so that he’s on top of me, growling as he goes.
“Baby, I want you so much. I know you’re not ready, but let me touch you, please?”
I’m not sure what he means by that, but I want to find out, so I nod.
I want him to touch me. He reaches up and rubs his thumb over my breast. My nipples are already hard little nubs.
His thumb brushes the tip of my right breast, which makes me arch my back like I’m trying to get closer to him. I moan my approval.
“You are so gorgeous.” He’s breathing even harder now.
His other hand slides into the waistband of my yoga pants.
Oh, God, he’s putting his hand down my pants.
What underwear do I have on? No time to think of that, he’s moved his hand down into my panties until he’s touching me…
down there. My mind is working overtime.
Even though this is a first for me, I’ve read plenty of romance novels, and in those, the women are always bare.
Crap! Should I have waxed? I had no idea this was going to happen, so there was no special, you know, preparations made.
I should stop him, I really should, but I don’t want to.
He doesn’t seem to mind my hair situation.
He slides his hand through my center, and I feel his fingers brush down further.
“Oh, God, Stella, you’re so wet.”
He’s got magician’s fingers. How is he doing that? Nothing has ever felt so good. “Mmm-hmm” is all I can say right now.
His fingers move back and forth between my legs.
He spends extra time in the front, and whatever he’s doing is making my body hum.
I’ve never in my life felt anything as good as this.
His finger moves further back to my center and slips inside of me, in and out.
I’m the one panting now. He hasn’t forgotten my needy breast either.
He’s pinching my nipple with one hand and using my own juices to move his fingers enough to make me squirm with the other. My goodness, he’s talented.
When he chuckles and says, “Thank you.” I know I must’ve said that out loud.
Oh, who cares? Because right then, Alex finds my spot.
The one I called my golden ticket. Yes, I know it’s called a clitoris, but that’s too embarrassing to even think about.
So, golden ticket it is. He must be able to tell that I like it because he starts to rub it in earnest now, moving faster and circling around it.
With a mind of its own, my body moves with him as he rubs and pinches.
Oh, God, what’s happening to me? I can feel something happening to me.
“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop, Alex.”
“I won’t, Stella. Come for me, angel. I want to see you come for me.”
So, I do. When I explode, I swear I see fireworks.
My eyes are pressed so tightly together that I’m not sure I can open them again.
Holy smokes, I think that was my first orgasm.
Alex Emerson, star football player and all-around hottie, just gave me my first orgasm.
The sweetest, nicest, and sexiest man in the entire world just made me see stars.
“Oh, Alex,” I say breathlessly. “That was unbelievable. I’ve never felt anything like that before. ”
“Stella? You’ve never had an orgasm?”
“If that was an orgasm, then um, no, I’ve never had one, but I’d like to have lots and lots of them in the very near future.”
Alex laughs. “You will, and I plan on being the one giving them to you. I loved watching you come. You were beautiful, Stella.”
I can feel Alex’s erection pressing into me. “What about you, Alex? Do I need to, um, do anything to help you?”
“I’m okay for now, Pixie. Next time.” He smiles.
I know he’s got to need relief; I mean, I can feel how much he needs relief.
“Is it painful?” I ask.
“Nah, it’ll be okay. I probably should move though. The closer I am to you, the harder it is. No pun intended.” He chuckles. “I’m just going to hop up and go to the bathroom for a minute or two. Okay?”
“Okay. I need to go get Lily anyway. I still have to pack for home. Don’t you need to get ready for your game?”
“Oh shit, I totally forgot.” He laughs, sounding surprised. “See what you do to me? I forgot all about football. That’s not easy to do, but when you’re near, I only have you on my mind. Just hang on, I’ll be out in a sec,” he says casually.
He jumps off the bed and jogs across the hall to the bathroom, closing the door behind him, I hear the shower start.
I begin to worry that I’m a distraction for him.
He should be focusing on football and school.
What if having me around impacts his chance to make it to the NFL?
I would hate to be responsible for him losing that opportunity.
I don’t even know what we’re doing here. He seems to like me, but why?
I need to get out of here. I probably made him late for his game. I hurry over to Hank’s door and tap urgently. “Lily? It’s Stella. We need to go. Now!” The door opens a crack to reveal a very disheveled Lily Smith.
“Give me a couple minutes. I’ll be right out,” she says in a husky voice.
I wait by the door, hoping to get out of here before Alex finishes up in the bathroom. Five minutes later, we’re out the door and heading back upstairs. “Did you have fun last night, Lils?”
“Oh yeah! Did you?”
“Yeah. Fun,” I say flatly.
“Well, don’t sound too excited.”
“I’m just confused about everything right now, Lily.” And I am. Confused about Alex. Confused about Bradley. Confused about all of these feelings that Alex is eliciting in me. I mean, my first orgasm. It was incredible. No wonder everyone is always talking about them.
Lily nods knowingly. “I get it. But, damn, that boy is hot. Just remember that when you’re contemplating your life’s choices and stuff.”
Oh, I will. When we get to my place, I hear voices coming from inside my dorm. I open the door to see Brooke standing in the kitchenette wearing only a little tiny T-shirt and panties while Bradley sits at the kitchen island. Great. Just great.
“Ugh, what are you doing here, Bradley?” I snap angrily.
“I came to drive you home. You are going home this weekend, right? Your mom will pitch a fit if you aren’t home for their Labor Day barbecue,” he says, crossing his arms. He looks like a know-it-all. And no one likes those.
“I’m going home, but I’m driving my own car.”
“Your own car? You have your car here?”
“I’m renting a car today. Then I’m going to drive my own back on Sunday.”
“Sunday? You’re not staying through Monday?”
“Nope. I’ve got too much homework, and I need the library here to finish a paper.”
“Well, there’s no need to rent a car. You’ll just ride with me. It makes more sense, economically.”
Just then Brooke makes a sort of grunting noise and walks to her room.
“Is that a freaking thong?” Lily yelps.
“Yeah, what’s it to ya, nerd?” Brooke snaps back.
Lily looks at me then rolls her eyes. “Wow, she really is precious, isn’t she, Stella?”
“Yep. Precious,” I mutter. I look back over in Bradley’s direction. He’d been watching Brooke walk away too—not surprising since she’s practically naked. “Bradley, I’m not going to ride home with you. I’m not leaving until later this morning anyway. You go ahead and go.”
“Now that’s just silly, Stella!” Bradley exclaims.
“No, it’s not silly. I don’t want to spend over an hour in the car with you.”
“Come on. We’ve known each other for fifteen years. You can’t spend an hour in the car with me?”
“I think she said, no, dude,” Lily defends.
“Who the fuck asked you, Lily?” Bradley retorts.
“No one. Just like no one asked you to come over here and no one asked you to give Stella a ride home,” snaps Lily.
Ignoring their spat, I say, “I’ll just plan on seeing you back home. I’m sure you have some type of intervention intended for me. That’ll be soon enough for me.”
“What the hell happened to my sweet Stella? It’s because you’re spending time with those idiot jocks, isn’t it? Is that where you were last night? Already sleeping with other people?” he sneers.
“Sleeping with other people? That would mean that I had slept with you, Bradley, which I know you didn’t want to do. Brooke told me all about your aversion to seeing me, erm, that way and being forced to have sex with me.” I can’t believe I just said all that aloud.
“What? I never said that! She’s just jealous that I want to be with you instead of her, that’s all.”
With that statement hanging in the air, Brooke’s door flies open and slams against her bedroom wall.
She steps out, still only in underwear. “Really, Brad, that’s your story?
Stella, what I told you was the absolute truth.
I could give two shits what happens to you and this idiot, but that’s exactly what he said about you.
Shit, I may have even sugarcoated it a little bit.
I think he was even more explicit than I was,” says Satan’s mistress.
“That’s bullshit, B, and you know it.”
“Whatever,” Brooke says while she stomps back to her room, her tiny ass jiggling.