Chapter 11
Victor
“What the hell kind of practice was that? Coach keeps running us like that, and he’s gonna have the skinniest football players in the region.” I groan to Tyson while we walk out of the locker room. I’m tired, sweaty, and fuckin dirty as hell. I think I smell like B.O. covered in dirt.
Coughing when his hand lands between my shoulder blades, sticking my cold, wet shirt to my back. I rasp, “Thanks, man. Yeah, Gabbi’s coming over tonight.”
Ty slams his hand out in front of my chest, stopping me in my tracks. “Aren’t your parents out of town this weekend?” His smile grows wider as he waggles his eyebrows.
Rolling my eyes and continuing to walk, “Yes, they’re out of town. Quit being a fuckin’ weirdo, it’s not like we haven’t had sex already. Whether the parents were home or not.” Heat rushes across my abdomen at that statement.
“I know, man, but there’s like no limits without the presence of the parental units.
” Just as we walk out to the senior parking lot, Rebecca Lynch passes, bumping Ty’s shoulder while walking out, and turns with ‘that look’.
Oh god, there goes Ty, “Gotta go, man, looks like Becca needs some retraining in manners.” He takes off jogging to catch up with the girl, like the true dog he is.
Before he reaches her, Ty turns, jogging backward and points at me, yelling across the parking lot, “Remember what I said, Vic, no limits!” All I can do is laugh and shake my head.
Though, my best friend may have a point.
I pull the El Camino around the front of the school as Gabbi walks down the steps.
She’s wearing the cutoff jean shorts I love, my black football camp hoodie, and matching Converse.
Her legs are long, tan, and muscular. Her dark brown hair is piled high on her head in a messy bun, with wavy pieces hanging down along the sides of her face. Fuck, she is so damn hot.
Gabbi sees me and releases that beautiful smile of hers. A smile that creates light in the middle of darkness and can stop the world from turning all at the same time. She reaches for the handle, and I quickly readjust my dick since it’s decided that the sexiest curve on Gabbi’s body is her smile.
“Hey,” the leather bench seat creaks as she slides in and leans over to me, her lips slowly meeting mine.
The subtle aroma of lilies fills the cab, wrapping me up in Gabbi’s presence.
Her kiss is soft and teasing at first, then she takes my bottom lip into her mouth and slowly pulls away.
Jesus, she’s going to make it really difficult to drive home with a lead pipe in my pants.
“Happy birthday, baby.” She says teasingly as she slides back onto the passenger side and puts her seatbelt on with a click.
All I can do is just stare at her; this girl might kill me. I reach over and place my hand high on her bare thigh and wink at her as we head to my house for the entire weekend.
We both took showers and changed into chill clothes since we didn’t have any plans of leaving my house for the next 72 hours.
Gabbi threw on a pair of my sweatpants and kept my hoodie on since she seems to love wearing my clothes.
Of course, I also love her wearing my clothes.
So, there’s that. I opted for a pair of grey basketball shorts and a white zip-up hoodie.
After eating the takeout we picked up on the way home, Gabbi wanted to head down to my room to watch a movie. She’s sitting on the floor in front of the TV and looking through my DVD collection, trying to find a movie, when she stops flipping through the binder and looks at me.
My eyebrow lifts as I ask, “What?”
Her cheeks turn a pale pink, a flush that then travels down her neck and up her ears as she lifts a disc in her hand.
Fucking adorable. “Sooo, is this a movie you watch often?” Her sass shines through the shy smile she’s wearing as I get up and walk over to see what she’s holding.
Once I look at the disc, I’m pretty sure my face might be the same color as hers.
“Umm….no, well, yes. Uh, shit. No, not a lot,” I explain, sitting down on the floor next to her.
When I shift, my leg brushes hers, and the air in the room changes, making it feel thick, like steam.
My mouth just went dry, and my tongue feels like sandpaper.
What is it, like 100 degrees in here? She’s looking at me with…
curiosity? I take a chance and ask her, “Have you ever watched one?”
Gabbi’s eyes grow wide, and she runs her tongue along her bottom lip.
Fuuuuck, talking about porn with her is a new level of hard-on.
“No, I haven’t.” She looks down for a few seconds, then looks up, meeting my eyes from beneath her lashes, and says something I never thought I would ever hear come out of her mouth.
“Do you want to watch this one with me?” Aaaand I’m dead.
I mean, we’ve been together since we were 15 years old and started messing around shortly after that.
We fumbled and bumbled our way through losing our v-cards to each other when we were 16 and have spent the last two years really getting to know each other’s bodies, but this, this is new.
“Vic?” Her voice slightly shakes when she snaps me out of my thoughts.
I blink a couple of times like an idiot.
Gabbi starts to look a little embarrassed and grabs the DVD from me to start putting it back.
Vic, get your head out of your ass, your sexy as fuck girlfriend is asking to watch porn with you, open your damn mouth.
“YES.” Gabbi and I are both startled at the decibel of my answer.
“Sorry,” I reach for the DVD, “yes. I would love to watch this with you. I mean, the storyline sucks if you’re looking for a blockbuster, but it’s good for…umm…” What do I say? Jerking-off? Jesus christ, what the fuck am I saying? Stop talking, Vic. I just shake my head.
Gabbi just stares at me and takes my empty hand.
She lifts my hand to her mouth and brushes her lips across my knuckles.
My dick is not calming down anytime soon.
She takes a breath like she’s decided something.
“Okay, so, I don’t know why this is so weird, baby.
Here’s what I’m thinking. You’re leaving for the Army in a couple of months, and we don’t know what’s going to happen. ”
“Gabbi, that’s not…” I try to interrupt.
She shakes her head and stops me. “Vic, we need to be realistic. You are leaving. Yes, I want to stay with you, but we honestly don’t know what will happen.
Today’s your 18th birthday, and this is the last time your parents are out of town until you leave.
I want to just,” she pauses, chewing on her bottom lip, then takes another breath, “not have any restrictions this weekend. Everyone our age has these mainstream ideas of sex. I hear girls berate each other all the time about what they should and shouldn’t like doing.
Like what’s supposed to be normal sex?” Her eyes slowly move from my hand, where her lips brush again, to my groin, then up to my eyes.
“I just want to suspend those fake rules for 72 hours.”
I think I’m having a stroke. My tongue feels like it is too big for my mouth, and I’m pretty sure all of my blood has traveled below my waist. I finally snap out of it and link her fingers with mine.
“Okay, so, no limits for the next 72 hours. You want to just do what feels right in the moment, and for neither of us to hold back. That’s what I’m hearing.
” Taking her bottom lip into her mouth again, she nods her head slowly, and there’s that rush of pink across her cheeks again.
72 hours.
I wait a beat for my brain to catch up. Deep breath. I run my hand back and forth through my hair a couple of times while Gabbi continues to stare at me.
72 hours of exploring.
Okay. Well fuck, let’s do this.
Channeling my inner alpha-male, whom I may or may not have learned about from rummaging through some of my mom’s old romance novels I found a while back.
I grab her chin with my thumb and forefinger and lift it to make her look me in the eyes.
Gabbi’s mouth falls open a bit. I’m a little shocked myself, actually, “If we’re going to do this, you need to use your words, Gabriella.
” Damn, I think I just made myself harder, I mean, if I could get any harder right now.
“Yes.” She squeaks.
“Yes, what?” My dick just jumped at the tone of my own voice. Maybe there is something to this alpha shit after all.
“Yes, I want to throw out the rules, have no restrictions. I want to spend the next 72 hours with you where neither of us holds back.” She quickly looks down, then back up at me. When our eyes meet again, I see her pupils blown and her breath quickening.
Leaning over to her, I brush my lips across hers, move my mouth next to her ear, and whisper, “Good girl.”