Crew

My turn.

A million questions are running through my mind now that Hale has suddenly dropped out of the picture. I saw the text. I have no idea if Ad is into what he proposed, but I was holding my breath in the kitchen waiting to see if she'd race out the door to be part of the Hale's babe threesome.

My mind took a second to catch up with the reality of what she said to me. It's over between her and Hale.

"Are we still playing?" Wetting her lips with a lash of her tongue she looks over at me.

How do I answer that? I'll play Truth or Dare with her all night, but I'm tired of edging around what's going on between us. That game needs to end tonight.

"What'll it be, Ad. Truth or dare?"

She hesitates, and I wonder if she's going to take the leap and take a dare. Before her text exchange with Hale, I would have kept the dare clean. Now I'm not so sure.

"Truth," she answers without hesitation.

"You mentioned your first kiss with Hale." That pinch on my last nerve that I felt every single time I said or heard his name isn't there anymore. Now, he's just another guy who passed through her life. The chemistry was never there. I could sense it at the burger place. A fuck between them would have been just as boringly fine as the kiss.

"Are you still talking about him?" As she stretches the bottom hem of her T-shirt rides up to expose her stomach.  "Do you want his number? Maybe you and Trey can be friends too. We can all hang out."

I like that she's teasing me. She's pushed aside whatever sadness she was feeling earlier. She's happy. I still crave the knowledge of what brought her to tears, but she'll come to me with that if and when she wants to.

"Hale and I will never be friends." I smile wryly. "I was just about to ask about the first kiss you ever had."

Her eyes widen. "Like ever?"

I lean back on the couch, watching her reaction. "Tell me about your first kiss. How old were you? What was his name?"

She answers so quickly that I know that it's a good memory. She's held onto the details tightly. "I was eleven. His name was Tommy Marshall. It was an amazing first kiss."

I inhale deeply. This is what I want more of. I want to know what she was like when she was a kid and who her friends were. I want every detail about anything that ever mattered to her.

"It happened after school," she goes on as she runs the palm of her hand over her knee. "He asked me to meet him. I didn't know why, but I liked him so I thought I should go. When I came around the corner, he was already there. He dropped his backpack, grabbed my face and kissed me."

It's the stuff young girl's dreams are made of. I want to thank Tom for giving her the gift of that kiss. She deserves to be wanted that way every day of her life.

"It sounds like Tom was a catch."

"We held hands and kissed a few more times." She looks past me to the distant lights of the city. "I sometimes wonder where he is now. I hope he's happy."

If he's got that same memory to fall back on, he's doing all right.

"Truth or dare, Crew?"

I'm not about to tarnish her answer with a dare to do something she's not ready for. I opt for the safe choice. "I'll go truth again this round."

There's a hint of challenge in her eyes when she looks at me. She takes a deep breath. "What was your first time like?"

Hell if I can remember that far back. I probably kissed a girl when I was in the second or third grade. That memory has gotten buried under everything else I've done with the female population since I realized how intoxicating a woman's lips and body are. "I don't remember who my first kiss was with, Ad."

She runs her fingers through her blonde locks, her eyes never leaving mine. "I wasn't asking about your first kiss, Crew. I want to know about the first time you fucked a woman."

My heartbeat quickens and my cock hardens. She just slid a toe over the line we swore we'd never cross. I'm ready to pick her up and carry her over it. I give her one last out because if we're doing this, I'm all in. "You're sure you want to go there?"

She holds her breath for a beat before she answers. "I want your truth about your first time. Tell me."

I reach forward to gulp down the last swallow of scotch in my glass. I should pour another but I have to stop with that shit. I've been using it as a crutch for too long. It's a decent way to hide from reality but tonight I want to be present. I want this question to lead to more.

"I was seventeen. She was older. It was good as far as first times go."

"How much older?" she asks immediately, both her brows shooting up.

"Five years." I drum my fingers over my thigh. "She was the older sister of a friend. It was winter break, so she was home from college."

"You'd already done stuff with girls before though, right?"

When I was a teenager, I ate pussy like I was a dying man and it was my last meal. I never took it beyond that though, because the girls were always willing to drop to their knees to reciprocate. After blowing my load, I'd pack up and head out or send them home. 

It wasn't until I met Jenna that I felt the urge to bury my dick in anyone.

"The usual stuff teenagers do." I smile. "I was never short of female company in high school."

That earns me an eye roll. "I can imagine what you were like. The girls must have been lined up to be with you."

I would have pushed them all aside for her, but back then she was too young for me. She was also too blonde. My draw to dark-haired women has always been there. It's not that I've never bedded a golden-haired beauty or a redhead. I have, too many times to count.

I fell into a pattern with brunettes. I'd choose one and then another would be waiting her turn. At some point, I just narrowed the playing field by looking for the first available beautiful brown-haired woman who showed an interest in me. I'd approach her, buy her a drink and by the time the proposition left my lips, she'd be wet and ready.

"I wasn't good to women back then," I say that like I'm the poster boy for how to treat a woman now. I'm not. I try my best to be a decent guy after I've been with a woman, but it doesn't always go as planned.

"Why not?"

"I had a big appetite after I fucked Jenna." I don't break eye contact with her.  "I wanted more and I didn't stop."

"You haven't stopped," she corrects me quietly.

Wrestling with disappointment in myself I don't respond immediately. Even though we never talk about who we're fucking she knows I go through a steady stream of partners on a monthly basis. Occasionally, I'll settle into a pattern with a woman for a few weeks, but it doesn't last. I never want it to.

"I'm not judging." Her mouth twitches. "It's not like I'm a saint."

I bow my head down. I don't want to know about her past. I don't think I can stand hearing about how many men have tasted her pussy or fucked her. The thought of her mouth on another man's dick creates a knot of jealousy in my chest.

This was so much easier when I saw her as just a friend. It started to shift on New Year's Eve when she ditched her date to take care of me. My feelings for her have only intensified since then. I sat next to her at Nolan's one Sunday in February. The smell of her perfume permeated my skin. I went home and jacked off thinking about her.

The guilt wore on me, so I shifted my focus. I fucked other women, drank more and when she showed up on my doorstep the night of the snowstorm I let her in. We watched television and shared a beer. It was light and easy but when she went to bed, I thought about her lips wrapped around my cock.

I'm a strong man but I have a limit and I'm barreling toward it at full speed.

"I'm going to get a bottle of water." She pushes to her feet. "When I get back it's your turn. Think about whether it's going to be a truth or a dare."

I eye her sweet ass as she walks into the kitchen. All bets are off. It's time to dare Adley to show me how she really feels.