Chapter 7
Beth
Every fiber of my body is humming as I kiss Jacob. His hand is holding my jaw tenderly and the other is on my lower back pulling me against him as if he's afraid I will disappear if he lets me go. I have to keep reminding myself that he is not coming inside tonight, and that our date will end with a kiss. Albeit a really amazing, toe-curling, panty-drenching kiss.
I pull back breathlessly.
I know my face and neck is flushed as I can feel my blood swirling in every part of my body as my heart beats rapidly.
I pat him on the chest and smile. "Time for you to go, buddy. Thank you for a good night." I straighten my legs so that way I can stay firm on my feet, rather than a puddle on the floor.
"No, thank you. I'm sorry the dinner kind of went south, but thank you for sticking through, and for the chance."
"It's not your fault about dinner. The food was great and the company was even better." I say truthfully with a smile.
"Sweet dreams." he whispers, leaning in to kiss me briefly again.
"Good night, Jake." I whisper against his lips.
It's been a hot minute since I've gone on a date, and it's been a hotter minute since I've been left breathless just by a kiss.
I close the door behind me, and lean against it. I hear a slight thump on the other side.
I turn and look through the peephole. Jacob is still there, looking down towards the ground, and – I assume – both his hands flat on my door. He then looks up with a smile, adjusts himself, and backs away and down the hall. I doubt he is aware that I'm watching him through the peephole as he walks away.
Wow! What a night. I don't know how exactly process everything.
What happens from here?
Where do we go?
I force myself to not pick up my phone and text Jacob to come back so we can pick up where we left off in front of my door.
My insides are tightly wrapped together as I make a dash to my bedroom and disrobe. I look to my bedside table and practically hear my vibrator calling my name. I stand naked in front of the drawer and slowly take out the pink fleshy penis-like tool.
I lie back on the bed, situate myself and align my battery operated boyfriend with my opening. I rub the tool with a small vibration across myself and then I spread my folds and slowly insert it. Only when I’ve halfway inserted it, I change the vibrating to a pulse. I hum and grab my breast, pinching my nipple as I move in and out of me slowly. Imagining that it was Jacob using the tool on me, with a focused look on his face. When he drags the tip across my clit, I shudder. I rub harder over my clit, knowing that action will get me off quickly. Soon my vision goes dark and flashes of lights, like fireworks, erupt behind my closed eyes. I press the tool harder to myself and feel my pussy contract with an arch of my back, my toes curling with the action. Once I remove the tool from my clit, I feel my pussy clench more and I catch my breath. Fuck!
My thoughts continue going back to the kiss at the front door as well as the conversations over dessert. About how he confirmed that I wasn’t just a fuck to him, that I was more. He admitted that he messed up six months ago, and for that I can forgive the fact that he acted like it never happened.
Once I’ve come down from the high, I grab my phone and search my contacts for his number.
ME: Why did you act like that night never happened?
I see the bubble pop up on the screen immediately. Then it went away just as quickly.
My phone vibrates in my hand a moment later and I look at the screen.
JACOB: Because I was an idiot. I have no good excuse other than that.
I smile, that’s good enough for me. For now.
I grab some wine from the kitchen and eventually fall asleep on the couch until the murmur of the television wakes me up. I get up slowly from my spot and drag my feet across the cold tile floor into my bedroom, fall face down on the mattress and dive right back into dreamland.
***
I wake up to my cell phone blaring through my apartment. I roll over and fumble around blindly for my phone as if it's on my bedside table. When the culprit that woke me from my slumber isn't within my grasp, I jerk my head up and give a death glare in the direction of the phone and try to use the force to stop it from my bedroom. As if I have those magical powers, the phone stops and my head goes back down. Not even a minute later, my phone is ringing again.
“Who the hell is calling me?” I mumble as I pull myself up from the bed and into the hallway in search of the annoying noise. The ringing stops and, as I pick up my phone, Allison’s name flashes across the screen, then it goes blank. Just when I was about to put the phone down, it rings again.
She must really want to talk to me!
“Hello?” I mumble.
“Beth? Oh my god! Thank goodness you’re okay!” Allison, Tyson’s fiancée, says into my ear.
“Why wouldn’t I be okay?” I ask, clueless to her questioning, but waking up a little more.
“Well, Ty told me that you went out with Jacob last night and for some reason, I had a weird feeling. Then Jacob won’t answer his phone either, so I just assumed the worst.” she rushes.
“The worst? What if we were together?”
“Oh shit. Are you together right now? Did I interrupt something? Shit! I did, didn’t I? You’re naked and I interrupted mid-coitus?” I can tell she’s feeling embarrassed and likely face palming herself.
“Coitus?” I shake my head. “Who says coitus anymore? This isn’t the middle of the 18th century. But no, you’re not interrupting anything, and also we’re not together right now either. But it is Saturday morning, and normal people sleep in.”
“B, it’s noon. Who – other than teenagers – sleeps until noon?” She laughs.
My eyes search the kitchen for the clock, and she’s right.
“People who drink half a bottle of wine?”
“Alone or with Jacob?”
“Alone.” I rub my temple.
“Was the date that bad?” she asks.
“Well, it wasn’t the greatest date, but it wasn’t anything that was Jacob’s fault.”
“But he didn’t sleep over?” she asks.
“I didn’t even let him inside my apartment at the end of the night. He was a perfect gentleman.” Who could have brought me to orgasm from that kiss and thoughts of him right after?
“At all?”
“At all.”
I hear her whispering something to Tyson before she comes back to me.
“What’s the big deal?”
“I had a weird feeling.”
“Explain weird, Allie.”
“You going on a date willingly with Jacob.” She laughs.
***
For some reason, I was a glutton for punishment and agreed to go to lunch with Allison. She wanted the details on the date, and I wanted greasy food. All in all, we both win in the situation.
We meet at a corner diner and sat across from one another in a booth.
“So, spill?” she demands as soon as she takes off her jacket.
“There really is nothing to spill. We ate, we talked, and then we kissed goodnight.” I shrug sipping my water.
“What did you guys talk about? How was the kiss? Is he aggressive like his brother?” She fires off the questions.
“Slow your roll there, one thing at a time. I wouldn’t know how Tyson kisses, so I cannot speak on the aggressive nature of that. But the kiss, because I know it’s the one thing you’re dying to hear about, was nice. It was a mixture of a lot of emotions, but it was…,” I pause for effect. “Nice.”
“You bitch. Just nice? Nice kisses are boring. Was it sexy? Like, did he pull on you somehow, make you want more?”
“Well, yes. He did. It was almost like if he stopped kissing me, it wouldn’t have been happening, like a dream to him. I mean I know I’m a good kisser and all, but he got really into it.”
Allison smiles and starts to talk again when the waitress comes by for our order. Once the waitress leaves, Allison looks to me to continue talking.
“So will there be a second date? Are you guys a thing now? We can double date, oh god- we could be sisters!”
“Seriously, how much coffee did you have?” I laugh.
“Sorry. It’s apparently a huge thing that Jacob went on a date, and an even bigger one that it was with you.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, I’m sure you know of the rumored revolving door of Jacob Maddox, but according to Ty, Jacob doesn’t wine and dine. And the fact that it’s you means that he is serious about you because he knows that his brother would kill him otherwise. He could have picked any girl off the street – no offense – and it would be okay, but you my dear are the road to seriousness.”
Jacob
“You went on a date? A real date, and not just a fuck-ate?”
“Fuck-ate?” I ask.
“You know, you take a chick out to dinner just for the fucking. A fuck-ate.”
“So, like a date. And no, we didn’t fuck.” I simply say.
“Just a little bit of fucking?”
“How can you fuck a little bit?” I cross my arms and get comfortable on the chair, ready for a good explanation from my always entertaining friend.
“You can finger fuck, you can dine downtown, you can get some head, titty fuck, dry hump, just the tip, do I need to go on?” My friend Nathan counts on his fingers with a straight face.
“So nothing pertaining to penetration?”
“Well, if you’re sticking your fingers, tip or tongue in there then there’s penetration dumbass. Do you need to take sex ed again?”
“So technical. Where do you learn all your ways, O wise one?” I smile shaking my head.
“I’ve been married for four years. I’ve stuck my dick in all her holes.”
“Ear holes?”
“You joke now, dickhead, but just you wait. You will meet your soul mate and then you’ll only want to stick your gross pecker in her and only her. Then all her holes, or at least attempt all the holes at least once, especially when she’s drunk.”
“You are such a romantic.”
“I’ve got the chick, don’t I?” he asks.
“I’m half thinking that you’ve forced her into this marriage and over time she’s developed Stockholm Syndrome.”
“Maybe a little bit.” He holds up his thumb and forefinger measuring an inch. “She likes my cock; that’s got to be the only reason. I mean, my personality can only go so far. Must be the peen.”
“Must be some magic stick.”
“She does have really great things to say about it when I’m deep.”
“Okay man, that’s just way too much information.”
“You wish you were like me.”
“Not so much.”
“You don’t have to lie to kick it. So really, you didn’t hook up with her?”
“Nope.”
“Did you at least feel her tits?”
“Does feeling them in the past count?” I counter.
“You don’t re-hook up. Does she have a magical pussy?” Nathan gasps dramatically.
“If you only knew.”
“There’s just way too much happening here. Are you sick?” He tries to reach across the table for my forehead, but I swat his hand away.
“I must be if I’m still sitting here talking to you. Remind me why I agreed to go out with you today?”
“I needed to get out of the house and you were hungry. Missy and the midget are in a sing-a-long round robin. If it’s not one song, it’s another and if I hear “Slippery Fish” one more time, I will likely turn into a fish.”
“You’re slippery, but primarily because you’re a con man.” I laugh.
Nathan is a lawyer; he fights on behalf of the criminals rather than against them. So he’s got the personality of a sly dog, but he’s all around a great human. We were roommates for a year in the Sigma Chi fraternity at Stanford. He met his wife through an internship at the tail end of college and they eventually married a few years ago.
His wife is awesome. She’s a female version of him so they go together like salt and pepper, peanut butter and jelly, apples and caramel. They were only married for a year when they got pregnant. I know, I know that he didn’t get pregnant, but he sure as fuck acted like it. If she had cramps, he had cramps. If she had morning sickness, he was gassy and nauseous and downing Tums like they were candy. So I like to say that he was pregnant too, only he didn’t pop a baby out of his private parts, because that just can’t happen in real life. This isn’t a movie or anything and he’s no Arnold Schwarzenegger.
“Shouldn’t you be in Vegas or something?”
“I was in Atlantic City last weekend. But I’m cool off of that for now.”
“Cool off of endless pussy? You go on one date and you swear off the others?”
“Weren’t you just talking about one pussy for life?”
“That doesn’t mean that I don’t enjoy hearing of you whoring yourself out like a two cent hooker.”
“Living vicariously through me?”
“You’ve always had a more colorful social life than I have.”
“My social life was more colorful due to not giving a rats ass in college. While you were stuck in the stacks, I was in the sheets.” I wiggle my eyebrows.
“Are you flirting with me? What are you doing with your eyebrows? You know that you’re not my type, right?”
I shake my head and take a bite out of my cheeseburger, chewing slowly while contemplating what Nathan’s been saying.
Would Beth be the type to want to fully settle down? Would I be able to settle down for her? Would she be my forever?
***
I tried to call Brad the rest of the weekend, but he wasn’t answering. The bastard wouldn’t even reply to a text message and I’ve sent a few. It’s normal for him to come and go. Half the time I wasn’t even sure what he did at Mad Designs, only that my father put Tyson, me and Brad in charge. Whatever Brad does grants him endless opportunities to never be around, so him being MIA on me is nothing new. But the random flux of phone calls Friday night was so odd coming from him that I couldn’t help but wonder.
I haven’t talked to Beth since our date on Friday night, aside from her text later that night. My mornings are usually rushed, but today I take special care in the shower while shaving and dressing, as if I’m trying to impress Beth. When I look in the mirror before leaving the house, I look the same as I usually do, except my junk may smell like whatever expensive cologne I bought myself for Christmas last year. Because despite what some may say, it’s a warm area and warm areas sometimes smell. It’s not like I want her to smell my junk, but I’m always ready just in case when I am anticipating someone to get comfortable with the downstairs. I feel like a chick as I catch a whiff of my cologne and stare at myself some more in the mirror.
On the way to work, I stop by the deli close to the office and order a bagel breakfast sandwich. I recall seeing Beth eating them from time to time, so I’m hoping breakfast will make her smile if she hasn’t eaten yet.