Chapter Thirty Three
Dylan
When I returned home from work a few days later, there was a box of mail waiting for me. I guess Mr. Dean had dropped it off. That was important; I needed to see if I had any acceptances. Even if I wasn’t sure I was going to be able to go, I wanted to know I could go to college.
I hadn’t sorted things out with financial aid, but I would. I had to figure out how to make this work. I wasn’t going to stay in this trailer forever.
My phone rang. The caller ID read Helena.
“Hi.”
“It’s Taylor.”
A smile lit my face. That girl could always make me smile. “Hey.”
“I haven’t gotten my phone back, but Helena and I are doing homework. I wanted to hear your voice.”
“Nice to hear your voice, too.”
“Are you doing homework?”
“No, I just got home from work. I need to shower and then get started.”
“Are you keeping your grades up?”
“I am,” I assured her.
“I miss you.”
“I miss you, too.”
Clearly, she wasn’t going to listen to me about not keeping in touch. Taylor had her own mind and she was going to be an amazing woman when she grew up. She was already pretty cool. I did miss her. We’d begun to spend so much time together, I was almost having withdrawal symptoms from not seeing her.
“You still in uniform?”
“I am.” I stood in my bedroom. “I’m going to put you on speaker so I can get out of these clothes. They smell like gasoline.”
“Yuck.”
“Tell me about it. This trailer now stinks.”
“Do you have a washer and dryer?”
“No. It’s a trip to the laundromat for me.”
“How do you get there?”
“I walk. It isn’t far.”
“Damn, Dylan. That sucks.”
Tell me about it. I was the one who had to do the walking. Tomorrow, I’d have to do it. I had the day off from the gas station and after school would be laundry time. At least I could bring the laptop and get some homework done since the laundromat had Wi-Fi.
“Yep, but it is what it is.”
“I’d be pissed.”
“I think you’re mad enough for both of us,” I said.
She laughed “I guess so.”
“I’d love to talk, sweetie, but I can’t stand how I smell and I can’t take the phone into the shower.”
“Wow. You should send me a pic of you in the shower.”
I laughed. “You’re using Helena’s phone. I’m not sending her a naked picture of me.”
“Good point.”
“I need to sort through the mail your dad dropped off,” I said.
I’d noticed come college envelopes in there. Maybe they were acceptances.
“One more minute, Dylan? Please. Helena has to go soon,” she said.
“Okay, but we both have homework.”
“Why are you so practical?”
“I’ve had to be, Taylor. I’d love to be frivolous, but I can’t be. Life is serious now.”
She sighed. I knew that she was never going to really understand what I was going through. I almost hoped she’d get bored with me, that way she’d move on and I would have to see or hear her.
It hurt. Truly, it hurt. Maybe I was in love with her. I didn’t know. I was eighteen and suddenly had to grow up and take care of myself. She didn’t have to.
“I’m really sorry. I haven’t figured out a solution to our problem, but Helena is helping me.”
I sat on the bed in my underwear, sorting through the mail. “How was your day?”
I didn’t want to hear about a non-existent solution to this problem. I’d done this to myself, and I had to man up and deal with the consequences.
“It was okay. Barbie quit cheerleading.”
“What was her reason?”
“She said it was because of her grades, but I think it is her new boyfriend.”
Guess she’d moved on from me, not that I was hurt or surprised. The girl had the attention span of a toddler. I’m sure I’d only been a blip on her radar, despite the stink she’d made.
“Yeah, us guys distract you.”
I opened a large envelope from Penn State. It said: “Congratulations.” I scanned the letter while Taylor chattered on. When she took a breath, I said, “I got into Penn State.”
“Nice, Dylan, congrats.”
I was pretty stoked. It was number one on my list. I just needed to know what kind of financial aid they were going to give me. That was the key. I clearly couldn’t afford college on my own. I’d probably have thousands of dollars of debt when I got out if I didn’t get grants.
A problem for another day. The next two envelopes were acceptances also. So far, I’d gotten into every college that I wanted to.
Now to pay for it.
I sighed. Taylor talked on as I said non-committal things at the right moment. Guess that was enough. I was suddenly very tired. I laid down on the bed, missing the comfortable one at the Dean house.
“You still there?” Taylor said.
“I am. I have to get into the shower and get my homework done before I fall asleep. I better go. Thank Helena for letting you use her phone.”
“She’s a good friend, I know.”
“Yes, she is, Taylor. Keep her close.”
“That sounded ominous.”
“No. It isn’t.”
We hung up finally about ten minutes later. I wanted to close my eyes for a moment, but I knew if I did, the next thing I knew, it would be morning and my homework would not be done. That would be bad.
Now that I had tasted the good life, I wanted it. I was determined to make myself better and to get out of this trailer. I was never going to be poor again.
College would do that for me and I had to finagle a way to pay for it. If it killed me, I would graduate and make something of myself.
I would have that big house.
Chapter Thirty Four
Taylor
Since I wasn’t grounded anymore, I told my mother that I was staying at Helena’s house. My girl was covering for me. I had no intention of being at her house, but she was a good friend.
No, I was heading to Dylan’s house. He was working, but I knew when he’d be home. I also knew where his spare key was. I had a surprise for my man.
Me.
The place smelled, but I’d probably get used to it. He was a guy and notoriously they weren’t as clean was women. At least, from my experience. Dylan’s room had always been messier than mine, but the trailer was not messy.
It just smelled of gasoline. Guess he couldn’t help that unless he undressed outside.
I knew which room was his bed and he’d made it that morning. I undressed and slid into the sheets. They smelled of Dylan and I was already turned on when he came in. He flicked on the light.
“Hi,” I said, trying to act like I surprised my lover all the time.
He put a hand on his chest. “Taylor, you scared me.”
“That wasn’t the reaction I was hoping for.”
He laughed. He stood there in his boxers and a t-shirt. If it was up to me, he wouldn’t be wearing them. But I suddenly felt shy. This didn’t seem as cool as it had in my head.
“Hi,” he said finally.
“Come on in. The covers are warm.”
“I need to shower first, Taylor. I smell like a gas station.”
“I’ll wait. I have all night.”
His eyebrows shot up. “All night?”
“My parents think that I’m at Helena’s,” I said.
He nodded and strode to the bathroom. The water turned on then he was back a few minutes later, a towel wrapped around his waist. Just when I thought he couldn’t look any sexier, he did.
He dropped the towel, then slid under the covers. His hair was damp and messy. I didn’t care. I wanted to be with Dylan again.
“You sure?” he said.
“I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t sure,” I said.
He kissed me and my body was already on fire or him. When he stopped, he lifted up the covers to look at me. His smile said it all, which sent a thrill through me.
He nibbled at my neck as I ran my hands down his back. Then he took one of my breasts in his mouth. My fingers were jammed into his hair, my body writhing as he kissed down my stomach.
Where was he going? “Dylan?”
“Trust me.”
He ended up between my thighs.
“Spread your legs a little more.”
I did as he asked, not sure what was happening, but going with it. I did trust Dylan. He wouldn’t hurt me. He licked me down there. My butt would have come off the bed from the sensation, but his hands were holding me down.
Then another lick. His tongue flicked at me, and I didn’t know what to do with the sensations. I felt as if I were about to explode. A tension tightened in my gut. This was a far more intense feeling than when I took care of my own needs.
“God, Dylan.”
I could feel the vibrations of it up my body when he chuckled. His whiskers scraped my thighs, but it wasn’t a bad feeling. None of it was bad. I was happy there were no houses close because this wasn’t going to happen quietly.
I moaned as his tongue danced across my center. My back arched. I fisted the sheets in my hands. And then it let loose – my orgasm and a high keening noise. I don’t know how long it lasted, but when it stopped, I wanted to cry. I’d never felt so relieved in my life.
Dylan wiped his face on the sheet and slid back up my body, a grin on his face. “I love doing that.”
“You like it?”
“I could spend the day down there if there was a fridge.”
I laughed. “That was amazing.”
“Yeah, it was.”
I took his penis in my hand. He was hard and long, and I knew where I wanted him. But it was my turn.
“Roll over.”
He shifted onto his back. I saw a condom on his nightstand and snagged it. I opened it with my teeth while I sat on his thighs. I was still weak from my climax, but I was going to do this. I wanted to be on top. I wanted to be in control.
I rolled the condom onto him, then poised my body above his erection. “Ready?”
“Holy shit, Taylor. Yes.”
I laughed then slid myself onto him. Slowly. It was torture as I wanted to take him whole. He gritted his teeth, then grabbed my hips to push me on further. I laughed. He’d lost control.
I slid up and down his length, my body igniting again. All of a sudden, I was racing to the finish line. I knew the orgasm was close. He arched his body into mine. We met at every thrust until I was falling over the edge. Dylan thrust a few more times as my body had stopped being mine.
He let out a low growl as I slumped onto him. He rubbed my back, which was the only part of me that wasn’t numb. Our chests heaved.
He eventually nudged me. “I have to get the condom off before it leaks.”
I slid off of him. He went to the bathroom, then returned to snuggle up next to me.
“We really have all night?”
“All night, Dylan.”
“Damn. Glad I don’t work until later tomorrow. I’m going to need some sleep after this.”
“Right now?”
“No, not right now, but before I go to work. Right now, I only need a few minutes before we do it again.”
My body tingled with the thought.