Chapter 28
Elli
It’s been a week since my first date with Wes. And I swear, I fall more in love with him every day.
The last week has been nothing short of magical.
Wes and I text every day, and more often than not, he comes over here or I go to his apartment after work and we hang out and watch movies and cook together.
There have been a few more orgasms with my vibrator, and even one with his fingers when we were at his place and I didn’t have it.
He asked me to masturbate in front of him to show him how I like it, but I still haven’t seen his cock. I’m aching for him. I’m this close to getting on my knees and begging for him to fuck me.
We’re going out with Sav, Drew, Sean, Matt, and Robin tonight to Midnight Luxuries, and then I’m spending the night at Wes’s apartment. Hopefully things can progress tonight.
Robin and Sav came over to get ready with me. Drew and Sean are here too, but they’re in the living room watching some action movie while we get ready.
“So, Elli,” Robin starts, “have you figured out how good Wes is with his fingers yet?” She wiggles her eyebrows at me and I blush.
Sav smacks Robs’ shoulder, “Robin! You can’t just ask her that! Besides, you’re gay. What does it matter to you?”
Robin tsks, “I just want to make sure my old best friend is taking good care of my new best friend. Because if he’s not, I’m going to have to give him a stern talking to.”
“Yes, his fingers are magical. But I’ve only experienced his fingers, or he’s used my vibrator.” I say bashfully.
Both of their mouths drop open at the revelation, but Sav speaks up first. “Please say ‘psych’ right now. That boy hasn’t eaten you like his last meal yet?”
My face burns at her question, and I just shake my head.
“Elli! You two have been eye-fucking since the damn pool party! Why haven’t you done anything about it yet?” Robs asks.
I shrug. “He wants to take his time with me? He says he doesn't want me to think he’s just after me because he’s horny. Which is sweet, but I never thought that. No one writes a love song for someone they just want to fuck. I also think he might be a bit nervous because I’m a virgin.”
“I’m not surprised he wants to wait. He’s going to split you open like a log honey.” Savannah smacks her lips together after blotting her lipstick. She’s wearing this hot pink color that looks amazing against her tan skin.
“Savannah!” Robin chastises. “You’ll be fine, Elli. I’m sure he’ll be nice and gentle with you.”
“What do you mean, Sav? How… how will he split me open like a log?” I whisper, just in case Sean and Drew are listening in.
“You haven’t seen his cock have you?” Sav asks.
Robin gags, “Sorry. I’m allergic to that word and the appendage. Especially if it belongs to my best friend.”
“Robs, you’re the one that brought this up!” I point out.
“Anyway,” Sav continues, dusting glitter into her cleavage, “Drew used to live with Wes so let’s just say he knows what he’s packing. He’s not abnormally thick or long, but he’s above average, you know?”
“No, I don't really know. The only penises I have experience with are those of my brothers’ and I don’t want to think about them in any aspect.”
“Grab your vibrator.” Sav instructs, so I go over to my nightstand and grab my pink little rabbit friend. Sav holds it up and inspects it before handing it back. “Probably two inches longer than that thing, and much thicker.”
My eyes bulge. I had a rough time getting that thing inside me at first. I can’t imagine trying to fit Wes inside me now. “You’re certain?” I ask.
Sav shrugs, “I haven’t seen it for myself, and Drew could be exaggerating, but it’s probable.
” She looks up and must see the horror written on my face.
“You’ll be fine, Elli. I know you’ve probably heard before that it might hurt a little at first, but if you’re aroused enough, you’ll be fine.
And there’s no shame in needing a little lube, okay?
Wes is a good guy. He’ll go as slow as you need him to. ”
I take a deep breath and nod resolutely. Tonight I’m going to lose my virginity to Westley Jones.
Once we’re done getting ready, I head into the bathroom with my dress for tonight.
The blue satin dress from a few weeks ago that Wes helped me out of.
The cool fabric feels nice against my heated skin, and I know it’ll be good for dancing tonight because it’s loose and moveable.
I have my hair half up, half down, and the chocolate waves cascade down my back and contrast nicely with my dress and slightly tan skin.
The blue makes my eyes pop, and with the black winged eyeliner I added, they look extra blue today.
I pair the dress with some black strappy wedges and add my usual gold jewelry.
I’m looking at myself in the mirror when a knock sounds on the bathroom door.
I open it up to find Wes standing there, looking delicious in his usual ripped black jeans, combat boots, and a band t-shirt for some band I’ve never heard of.
His eyes roam over my body and I see the moment he recognizes the dress.
He steps into the bathroom, crowding me into the counter so our chests are brushing.
He brings a hand to rest on my hip, the other cradles my neck and tilts my head back so I can look him in the eye.
“Fuck, baby. That dress… you look incredible. I’m tempted to tell them to go without us just so I can have you all to myself.”
“I wouldn’t be opposed to that.” I say, my voice all breathy. Just being this close to him is getting me all hot and bothered.
Wes leans down and seals our mouths together in a kiss so possessive and hot I almost have to change out of my thong.
“If I thought they’d let us bail, I would. But I’m also looking forward to dancing with you tonight, so come on. Let’s get going.” He says with a gentle smack to my ass.
I like possessive Wes.
We head to the living room where everyone, including Matt, is waiting for us. After “hellos” we decide that Wes, Robin, Sean and I will ride in Wes’s car, and Drew, Sav, and Matt will ride in Matt’s.
The drive to the club is thick with tension from Wes, if his tense shoulders and locked jaw are any indication. He keeps a firm hand on my thigh, squeezing it every so often in a possessive gesture, and every time he does, I have to keep myself from squeezing my thighs together to find some relief.
We park on the side of the club and wait for Matt to pull up next to us before we climb out of the cars. Immediately Robin links her arms with me and gives a wistful sigh.
“Remember when I kissed you on the way here last time? Good times.”
Shit stirrer.
“What?!” Wes shouts from a step behind us, and my ears burn. I thought Robin would have told him about that!
Robin gives me a subtle nudge and a knowing smirk before she turns to Wes and says “Oops. Sorry Wessy. Did I forget to mention I kissed your girl before you did?”
Wes gently pulls me from Robin and pulls me to his side. He leans in and whispers “I’m going to need more information about that, baby. Because the fact that two of my friends got to kiss those pillowy lips before I did makes me a little upset.”
“Robin asked if I was gay, and I said I’d never kissed a girl before so I didn’t know, and she just leaned over and planted one on me. It was nothing, Wes. I swear. I don’t think she’s actually attracted to me, I just think she likes riling you up.”
He squeezes my hip, “Yeah, she does like to rile me up. I guess I’m just going to have to keep kissing you until you forget you’ve ever kissed anyone before me.”
“Okay.” I sigh, tipping my head to look up at him. He grabs my chin and places a gentle kiss on my lips, lingering for only a second, then pulls away.
“If I do any more than that I’m not going to let you go in the club. I’m going to take you to my place and kiss you until you can’t breathe. That would be a shame because I want you to have fun tonight, and I definitely want to watch you sway those hips in that damn dress.”
Before I can respond, the bouncer is asking us for our IDs and we’re transported to a different atmosphere. The club is just as I remember. Neon lights, thudding music, and a sticky floor.
Matt has snagged us a table in the back corner, and it looks like the others are getting drinks.
We join Matt, who’s scowling at a girl across the way.
She’s not facing me, but she’s got bright pink hair, is wearing the tiniest leather skirt, fishnets, a hot pink tube top, and black combat boots.
She’s talking to a group of guys, throwing her hair over her shoulder as she laughs.
I feel Wes stiffen as he follows my gaze to the girl.
“What the hell is she doing here? She knows this is where we come. She hates this place.” Wes grumbles to Matt.
“I don’t know, man, I’m sorry. If you want to head out, you know we’d all understand.”
“Who is she?” I ask, turning to face Wes. His body is tenser than it was in the car, his jaw is so strained I’m worried he’s going to cause permanent damage, but this is different than the tension in the car. That was lust. This is pure hatred.
“That’s Shelby.” Matt answers.