Abby
I can’t keep the smile off of my face as Brant guides me through the camp grounds. The place is big and people are mostly hidden behind their easels.
“Brant!” someone calls out, coming toward us with a big smile on his face. He has braided long hair with colorful strands wrapped around every braid. He looks like a hippie.
“Roman, hi man. What’s up?”
“Same ol’ buddy. It’s been awhile since I last saw you,” he says, giving Brant a one arm hug before lifting his head my way. “Who’s the chick?”
“It’s Abby. My roommate and my friend.”
Roman shakes his head. “You and your roommates, man. You’ll never learn, will you?”
I frown, not knowing what he means.
“It’s not like that, Roman. Abby’s different,” Brant says, causing a smile and heat to cover up my whole face.
Roman whistles. “Whatever you say, mate. But you came at the wrong time. They say heavy rain is coming so we’re leaving the camp in the morning.”
Brant turns to look at me. “Abby, is it okay with you if we stay here for the night?”
I nod. “It would be better if we drove the mountain road in the morning.”
“Okay,” he says, swallowing as his eyes roam over me. Shaking his head he turns to Roman. “I’ll set up our tent to stay the night and then we’ll go back to the city with you in the morning.”
“Sure thing.”
“It’s good to see you, Roman.”
“Same to you, mate. Have fun, just don’t wake up the campers,” Roman says, chuckling before joining a small group next to the fire.
Brant holds my hand as we walk and quickly lets it go, cursing under his breath. I frown at his reaction.
What happened now?
Shaking my head I let it slide.
“I think it's good here,” Brant says.
I look around. We are mostly surrounded by trees, tents are far away from each other. It really feels like we are alone in the middle of the woods.
“I'll help,” I say, but he shakes his head.
“I got this. You can just find some small branches to start the fire maybe?”
Nodding, I gather small branches that have fallen from the trees. I don't even need to walk more than ten steps to get enough of them.
After putting them to the ground, I sit on a rock next to a tree and watch Brant as he moves around, his tongue touches his upper lip while he’s concentrating on the task in hand. I bite my lip when I remember how his tongue felt on me. My southern region still feels swollen. I fidget to get some relief. It’s like he awakens a hunger inside me that will never truly be satisfied.
“Okay, it’s done,” Brant says to me, bringing me out of my reverie.
I walk over to him. Standing in front of the tent side by side, I don’t know what to do. “I’m tired,” I say, smiling shyly up at him.
Turning toward me, he smirks and places his hand over my hip. “Are you now?”
I swallow. “Shouldn’t I be?” I breathe out.
His eyes move from my eyes to my lips over and over again until he clears his throat and puts some distance between us.
“You get inside and sleep. We have to be up early in the morning.” His voice is troubled, distant, and almost panicked. It makes me uneasy.
“You?”
“I’ll be back soon,” he says but he’s already started to walk away.
“But where are you going?” I call out after him, but he doesn’t answer me.
Trying to understand what his problem is and failing miserably, I get inside the tent. I wonder if I was so bad for him that he wanted to stay away from me. I don’t like being full of self doubt, but this thing – spending time with him, doing sexual things – is so new I can’t help feeling self conscious.
Lying down on the blanket he put on the ground I wait for him. I’ll ask him what this is all about. If he has a problem, he should tell me so. I don’t like being in the dark or playing the guessing games.
Approximately ten minutes later he enters the tent. He’s trying to move silently, probably thinking I’m asleep. I wait until he lays down next to me.
“Where were you?” I ask him, turning to face him.
“Oh, you’re awake…”
“Brant, where did you go?”
He clears his throat. “Just, I needed to run some errands.”
“In the woods?”
“Abby, why don’t you just let it go?”
I glare at him. He’s hiding something, I know he is. So I try another tactic. “You left me alone here.”
“There’re people around, Abby,” he protests, but turns to face me, placing his palm to my cheek, “Did you get scared?”
“No, but I don’t understand why you’re avoiding me again. I don’t like when I start to think we’re good and then you just become distant. So please just tell me where you went. Did you want to get away from me?”
He closes his eyes, a look of confusion and pain passes over his features. Without thinking I touch his cheek, just like he did to me. He leans into my touch.
“Yes, I had to get away from you,” he whispers.
It hurts, but I suppress it. “Why?”
He opens his eyes, they are shining with the fire I’ve come to love seeing. In the blink of an eye he pushes me to my back and hovers over me.
“Because Abby, you’re hot as hell. Your taste is still on my tongue, your moans are still ringing in my ears, and even though I jerked off twice to the thought of what we just did, the moment I saw you lying down on this blanket I was hard as a rock again,” he growls.
I bite my lip. “You masturbated?”
“Yes.”
I take a deep breath. “Why?”
“Because if I didn’t I would fuck you.”
“And you don’t want that?”
He closes his eyes, groaning. “There’s nothing I want more than that, Abby.”
“I don’t understand you.”
“I want to fuck you. I want to fuck you all day, all night, until you push me away. But I promised myself that I wouldn’t. That promise has already been broken. You deserve so much better than what I just let happen. You deserve someone who can control themselves and not be a fucking savage and hurt you.”
“When you’re sure you won’t lose control,” I whisper.
He nods, moving to his side again.
I turn my back to him, smiling to myself in the darkness.
He wants me.
My smile freezes on my face when my mind sneers at me, but he prefers fucking his hand to fucking you.
I grit my teeth, trying to decide what I want to do.
“Are you cold?” Brant asks behind me.
And I smile to myself again. I’ve come to a decision.
He chose his hand today, but next time I won’t let him. He does everything to make me lose control and now I’ll give him some of his own medicine.
For the first time ever, I’ll try and seduce a guy until he loses control.
So he fucks you, my mind whispers to me.
“Yes, I’m cold. We need body heat,” I say without turning to him.
I almost giggle when he sighs before hugging me from behind. I slowly push my hips to his hardness and yawn to hide my chuckle when he groans.
“You’re playing with fire, Abby,” he groans, nuzzling my neck.
“I never thought it would be this much fun.”
I may not have gotten him to have sex with me today, but I will have sex with Brant if it’s the last thing I do.
Brant is avoiding me again, but this time I know the reason and it’s actually amusing. I’ve never thought of myself as the sexy type. I never thought a guy would want me like he does and it warms something inside me, giving me a confidence I never noticed I lacked.
Eating my cereal I check my to-do list, the spoon is still in my mouth as I cross and change a few things on the list.
“What are you doing?”
I lift my head to look at Brant, but his eyes are focused on my mouth and the spoon there. I know what he’s thinking. I remember one of Miss Todd’s lectures about the male way of thinking. I remember when a woman puts something inside her mouth a male will think about blowjobs. As usual I was so irritated with her way of giving lectures, making everything sexual, but as I look at Brant’s reaction I’m kinda glad for the little info she gave us that day.
I slowly pull out the spoon, licking it before dropping it into the bowl. “I’m eating cereal, Brant. Want some?” I ask him, offering the spoon. His eyes look like they lost their focus for a second, but he accepts it.
Normally, I would never ever share a spoon with another person. Because… ugh, all the germs. But today I’m a woman on a mission. So I put another spoonful of cereal into my mouth, moaning softly just to see his reaction. He fidgets uncomfortably, moving behind the barstool to hide his erection and I want to jump in glee.
He clears his throat, looking above my head. “What’s your plan for today?”
Biting my lip I consider if I’m bold enough to do what I want to do. And gritting my teeth I force myself to walk toward him with my planner in hand. I purposely stand just behind him, placing my planner in front of him so he can read. Leaning down into him I breathe in his scent, a mixture of paint and earth after rain. This smell has been driving me crazy since that day he pushed me against my wardrobe.
“Did you just sniff me?”
“Of course not,” I deny it. “Wanna come to yoga class with me?” I ask to change the topic.
“Yoga class? On Sunday?”
“It’s in the gym and only happens on Sundays. I try to attend it when I have time.”
He looks hesitant so I change tactic. “I went wherever you’ve taken me. You should come to this.”
He sighs. “Okay.”
“Great. Go put on something comfortable,” I say to him and make my way to my room.
I put my usual yoga outfit in their place in my drawer and take out the new yoga pants that fits like a second skin and the sports bra I only wore once, under a t-shirt. Now, I’m not planning on putting on anything else.
Swallowing my nerves I look at my reflection. My butt takes all the attention, even mine as I look at the mirror. The bra works magic on my breasts and it pushes them up and together. If I’m being realistic, I have a good figure. All those years of working out, yoga, and swimming paid off. My stomach is taut and flat, my butt cheeks are firm and perky -- thanks to squats -- and my legs are shapely and long.
You can do this, Abby. Every girl wears this to yoga class. It’s not weird. Not at all.
After gathering my courage I grab my yoga mat and walk out of my room.
“Is that all you’re wearing?!”
I bite my cheek to stop myself smiling. “What’s wrong with it?”
“I… I can see everything, Abby,” he says. His eyes are moving like he’s watching a ping pong match.
“So… what’s wrong with that?”
“Nothing… everything. Everyone will see you like that?”
“You’re not jealous, right? I mean it wouldn’t make any sense if you were.”
He opens his mouth, but closes it before saying anything and we both leave the apartment; me with a smile on my face, Brant with a deep scowl and a very visible hard-on.
“Hi, has the yoga class started yet?” I ask when we reach the reception desk at the gym.
“Which one? Acro yoga starts in ten minutes, but general yoga class has already started,” the brunette says, eyeing Brant as she talks with me.
“Brant, do you mind if we go to acro yoga?”
“What the fuck is acro yoga?”
“Yoga with a partner,” I answer.
He shrugs. “You decide. Just know I’ve never done yoga before.”
I turn to brunette. “Where is the acro yoga class?”
“Down the hallway, the last class on the left.”
An old woman greets us at the door. Looking at her amazingly fit body I assume she’s the instructor.
“Finally, a couple,” she murmurs and I can’t help but smile. There’s no one in the class but the three of us.
“Welcome to acro yoga class. I’m Jasmine. What are your names?”
‘I’m Abby and this is Brant.”
“Have you ever done yoga before?”
“I do yoga, just not with a partner. He doesn’t.”
She nods. “Great. Abby, place your mat in front of Brant’s. Let’s warm up.”
I nod. I’m eager to try this. Having no friends caused me to miss some things I’d always wanted to try. Acro yoga was one of them and now, with Brant I’ll finally try it.
As we do the warm up poses, I hear Brant’s murmurs behind me. Some of them I can catch some of them are mostly curse words. I glance his way through the mirror and bite my lip not to laugh when I see his eyes focus on my butt as I touch my toes. He lets out another curse.
“Okay, enough warm up.”
“Great. So are we done now?” Brant asks, causing Jasmine to laugh.
“We’re just starting, boy. Now lie down on your mat. Lift your legs and arms. I hope you’re strong, because this beautiful girl of yours will balance herself on your strength,” she says to him and turns to me, “Do you know back leaf pose?”
I nod. Anxiety fills me. I don’t know if I can trust someone to hold me on his feet.
“Good. Brant, support Abby’s weight by her back. Her ass, boy, her ass. Yeah, like that. Abby, take a steady breath and lie down. Support yourself on his chest, Abby. Great. Hold her ankles, Brant. Bingo. You two are natural.” Jasmine claps her hands.
I sigh in relief, letting my head fall a little back to ease the tension on my neck. I haven’t noticed how close we are. If I just lean back an inch we could kiss.
“You’re killing me,” he whispers.
“We’re just doing yoga, Brant.”
“You’re so much smarter than that Abby and I know you planned this.”
I smile.
“Now, let’s do folded leaf,” Jasmine announces.
And Brant curses.
Thirty minutes of class passes like this. Jasmine instructs us to do pose after pose and Brant gets more and more frustrated. And me, I just enjoy the time and the new mischievous bone in my body.
By the time we’re done Brant and I are both covered in sweat and exhausted, but I feel alive. My body has stretched its limit and it’s the best feeling in the world.
I look over to Brant as we drive back home. His whole body is tense, frustration radiates off of him, but he hasn’t lost control yet.
And I need to up my game…