Chapter 7
Lila
I was trying to fall asleep later that night, but Trace was persistent. From the moment I stormed out, he kept calling me. Multiple rings an hour with no sign of stopping.
I eventually decided to text him just so that he would leave me alone.
“What?” was my demand.
“I’m sorry if I offended you,” he replied. “I didn’t mean to.”
“I believe you. It’s fine. Don’t worry about it”
“I don’t want to leave things like that. Can we chill tomorrow?”
“Shouldn’t you be getting back to L.A.?”
“I can’t stop thinking about you, Lila.”
With that text, I started ignoring him. There was just no point in continuing the conversation. I put my phone on silent and curled up in bed, looking away from the offending instrument. But as sleep claimed me, the Trace’s handsome face floated before my eyes, gorgeous and yet kind at the same time.
* * *
When I woke up the next morning, several texts were already waiting:
“I wish you were in my bed with me right now.”
“I’m masturbating thinking about you. Just so you know.”
“I can’t believe we never talked in high school.”
“If you were here, I’d want that delicious pussy back in my mouth”.
So instead of leaping out of bed as usual and heading to the shower, I decided to lay back and indulge a little and read some of my personal erotica.
“I want that juicy pussy squeezing my cock more.”
“Not gonna lie, would totally dominate that ass too if you’d like.”
That made me giggle. My bottom? It could be true. Trace not only knew what he was doing, but he had considerable skills to go along with his tools.
“I love how wet you get so easily.”
“I wish you were rubbing your clit in front of me. I’d watch and jerk my dick watching you get off.”
That would be nice. Closing my eyes, I imagined him standing over me with that sculpted male body inches away. I wouldn’t make him jerk off alone for too long. Eventually, I would want to tug on his rod myself, squeezing and loving the hard shaft. I wondered what it would feel like if he put it in my bottom. Would it hurt? No matter what, Trace would make sure I liked it.
“I want you to ride me reverse cowgirl. Your ass is too damn fine.”
“Fuck, I wish this was your pussy.”
I read through those texts repeatedly while touching myself, imagining what he’d described and wishing that he was with me.
My pussy pulsed and I shattered, dissolving into sweet heaven. After it was over, my lids felt heavy. I nearly considered going back to sleep again, but I could hear activity going on in the kitchen. Was it Annie’s cat getting into trouble again?
A scratching sound came again, and heaving my legs over the mattress, I decided to get up. That damned cat better not have gotten into the garbage again. Last time, it took two hours just to clean up her mess.
Turned out, it wasn’t Annie’s cat. It was Annie herself, up and moving around. She was dressed like she was going out on an early morning jog.
“Morning, sunshine,” Annie sang. “Sleep well?”
“Not really,” I answered grumpily. “Could I talk to you for a few minutes?”
Those few minutes always escalated into an hour, easily. Nonetheless, Annie sat down with me with a sunny smile. I had her tell me about her weekend first, since I knew my story was going to take up a sizable chunk of the morning. And then the madness began.
By the end of my explanations, I felt like I’d just gotten done with a morning jog, totally breathless and exhausted. My throat felt dry from talking, and I took a tentative sip of tea, the warm liquid soothing my vocal cords.
“Well,” she said. “If it helps, I don’t blame you for slapping him. He was being a pig.”
“I don’t know, I just feel like I really fucked up,” was my murmur. “Trace caught me at a weird moment, and my fuse was shorter than normal.”
“But he’s still sticking around, so don’t you think he wants things to continue with you?”
“I don’t know! I just feel like I’ve crossed a line or something.”
“If a man can choke you during sex, he can take a slap to the face,” she stated firmly.
“Oh, it was just light,” I laughed. “Nothing crazy. But seriously, what do you think I should do?” I asked her. “I don’t know how to feel about all this. I mean, Trace didn’t even acknowledge me in high school. Now, because of how I look, it’s okay to fuck me now? Is that okay?”
“You’re sorry that you guys had sex?” she asked, shooting me a long look.
“No, it was great! I just don’t know what to do. I can’t get a read on anything.”
“Well, you should at least try to talk with him and hash things out,” Annie said. “It sounds like you actually kind of like him. Wasn’t this the jock you’ve told me about before?” she asked curiously.
“Yes,” I sighed.
“And really, if the sex was as good as you make it sound, I think it’s worth it. Hey, whenever you go out to L.A. or he comes back to Miami, you can both have that fun whenever you want to. What’s wrong with that? Don’t miss out on an opportunity just because you’re flustered.”
“I’m not flustered. I’m annoyed.”
“Same thing,” Annie said with a smile.
“I just don’t really like the idea of him going around telling everyone within earshot that he’s gonna fuck the nerd that got hot after high school.”
“That’s what guys do, Lila.” Annie laughed. “They’re all gross and love to brag. At least he was honest with you about it. Most guys will just lie and say they never talk bad about you.”
“I guess,” was my grumpy reply.
“Besides, why does it matter what you used to look like before? Why does it matter if he tells his friends about you? The guy doesn’t even live in Miami. This is just a occasional thing,” she said casually. “Unless you want it to be more.”
I shook my head fervently.
“No, I have no expectations,” was my fervent reply. “Absolutely not.”
“Good,” Annie said lightly. “Then it should be okay.” She stood up, tapped me on the knee and headed for the door.
But for some reason, my heart felt heavy. Was I telling the truth? In my heart of hearts, did I actually want something more with Trace?
And I was so confused that there were no easy answers. Because on the one hand, I was sassy, confident Lila, international model. But on the other, I was still the shy nerdy girl from high school with her nose buried in the books. Both these women co-existed inside, and both of them wanted Trace, Mr. Big Man on Campus.
The only problem was … which girl did Trace want?