CHAPTER NINETEEN
Surprise, Surprise
Whilst allowing my body to sink further back into the enticing warmth of the slightly scented bath water, I enjoyed coming into contact with a rock hard surface and silently delighted in the sensation of tantalising kisses being littered along my bare shoulder blades. Strong, familiar arms momentarily wrapped around my body, rendering me well and truly incapable of focusing on anything other than Luke's warm hands as they slowly traced every inch of my wet, naked body.
"You’re spoiling me with all these surprise, early visits."
His voice, gentle like a delicate whisper, soothingly caressed the exposed skin on my neck, allowing the firm bite he inflicted afterwards to expose me in the most vulnerable way imaginable.
“Now I’ll be expecting this every night,” he admitted, blowing cool air across my breasts.
My nipples reacted instantly and whilst standing to an immediate attention, Luke began his planned assault by gently rolling them between his thumb and forefinger, elongating my unbearable pleasure.
“Luke!” I moaned, erotically conveying my unspoken desires.
“You’re so responsive.”
“And you’re such a tease!” I scorned, when his actions received no further advances.
He laughed at my childish reply and proceeded to place damp kisses along my hairline, amused by my lack of warming to his torturous ways.
“I told my Mum about us today,” I revealed, dramatically changing the subject whilst resting my head against his chest. “I think she’s happier than we are.”
“Not possible,” he smirked, caressing my hair in soothing motions.
“She seemed to know all about your feelings for me,” I added, focusing my attention on his comforting touch.
“That may have been down to my Mother. I told her I liked you.”
His revelation was as shocking as it was pleasant.
“You did?” I asked, surprised.
“Hmm, I remember it being one of the last things I spoke to her about,” he informed, succumbing to his own relaxed state.
“Really? No wonder they banned sleepovers when we reached puberty,” I scoffed, slotting the missing puzzle pieces together.
I turned to rest on my front and in doing so; laid my entire length along Luke’s, loving the feel of his naked skin pressed into mine. His usually pale complexion hummed with a layer of red due to the bath’s hot temperature and his slight dusting of chest hair skimmed the water’s surface, enticing me with its sheer sexiness.
“How did you do it, Luke? How did you stay quiet all these years? Did it not do your head in?” I asked, trying to make sense of his feelings.
“It did. At first, it was fine because you hadn’t discovered boys,” he admitted; my late development always coming back to bite me on the arse. “But then you slept with Jake and I wasn’t happy.”
“Even though you had already lost your virginity to Sophie at this point?” I asked, eyebrows raised.
“Yes. I went with Sophie to try and get over my feelings for you. I was trying to move on.”
“But it didn’t work?”
“No, it didn’t. I punched Jake that day because of what he did to you but I also did it because he took the one thing I wanted. I wanted to be your first and even though I knew I couldn’t be, it still made me crazy to think he got there before me.”
“And abused it!” I added, still reeling.
“Exactly. I hated him, Maya and I still do to this day.”
FLASHBACK
(Maya)
"Luke, Luke, Lucas!" I squealed, bursting through his bedroom door and ignoring the many messy papers scattered across his bed.
He instantly snapped his head up, clearly confused by my excitable state and likely a little bit peeved about my lack of consideration towards his revision notes. We had our History A Level coming up and to say he was way more prepared than me was putting it mildly.
Although, it was to be expected, given he was a straight-A student.
"If I fail this exam, it's on you," he stated, looking every inch the hunk in his thick-framed glasses.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. I have exciting news," I replied, grinning at him like some crazed lune. "It’s official; I’m no longer a girl," I grinned, proud as punch.
His eyebrows knitted together, confirming his confusion regarding my announcement and as I was forced to mentally face palm myself as he failed to follow my reasoning’s, I sighed.
“Did you get your period or something?”
Oh, bloody hell!
“Yeah, like three years ago. That’s not what I mean.”
“Then what?”
“I lost my virginity,” I elaborated, seating myself into a comfortable position across his outstretched legs.
His facial expression changed but not in the way I had expected when imagining telling him this. His eyes narrowed into tiny slits and I was forced to watch his mouth settle into a thin line with his jaw ticking in such a way that could only be described as painful.
"You slept with Jake?"
He didn’t even try to hide his clear distaste.
"Yeah, who else?" I asked, a little unsure of his reaction.
I was happy for him when he lost his virginity to Sophie Miller a few months previous. Why couldn’t he express the same for me now?
"Sorry, I was just making sure. What was it like?" he questioned, eyeing me in such a way that would suggest he was checking for any physical changes.
"It hurt a bit and it didn't last long," I admitted, deciding to be honest. "But that’s fine because I like him for him, not for his bedroom moves,” I added, defending his less than impressive performance. “He didn't make me...you know…" I concluded, hoping that I didn’t have to elaborate.
"He didn't give you an orgasm?" enquired Luke, sounding nothing short of outraged.
I was quick to shake my head, too embarrassed to say it aloud.
"How do you know, if you've never had one before?" he blurted, making me laugh at his ever sceptical mind.
"I have had one before," I claimed, a shadow of a smirk playing on my lips as I took in his uncomfortable expression.
"How? Who?" he questioned, the crease in his forehead betraying his calm persona.
I stared at his doe-eyed expression for a few short seconds, thinking that if I did so long enough, the penny would eventually drop.
It didn’t.
"Masturbation, Luke," I laughed, enjoying the sudden blush on his cheeks. “Girls do it too, ya know?”
"Shit, you ma- you do that?" he asked, sitting up straighter and peering into my amused eyes. "What do you think about?" he continued with his interrogation, seeming intrigued. “When you-”
“You,” I answered, instantly giggling at his horrified expression. “Fucking hell, Luke. I’m only joking!”
“Not funny,” he moaned, throwing a soft smile my way.
“Sorry. What about you? What do you thinking about?”
"Boobs, it doesn't really matter about the face," he stated, making logical sense. He was a teenage boy, after all. “If you weren’t my best friend, do you think you would think about me?”
His odd question took me quite by surprise and sensing he was being serious, I decided to offer him the same amount of sincerity back.
“Of course I would!” I replied, perhaps with a little too much enthusiasm.
I was certainly not about to tell him that on numerous occasions, his face had been known to pop up mid-play.
“Me too. I’d think about you if you weren’t my best friend,” he stated, likely only saying so to make me feel good.
Our big smiles and appreciative arm shoves were the only things to follow, though I was quick to steer the topic of choice elsewhere.
“Can I ask you something?” I pleaded, distracting myself with his History textbook.
“Sure.”
"Do you always give Sophie an orgasm?" I questioned, reading over some notes.
Sophie wasn’t Luke's girlfriend but it was common knowledge that the two occasionally met up for sex.
He suddenly caught my eye and I quickly looked away, desperate to avoid his scrutinising gaze. I don't know why I suddenly felt embarrassed talking to him about this. Perhaps it was because he had more experience than me and compared to him, I felt like an inexperienced little child.
"Yeah. Not always through sex, though. Sometimes I do it with my fingers or my mouth," he replied, making my head jolt up in intrigue.
“I’ve never had anyone put their mouth there,” I told him, reaching up to capture his jaw. “Does it not hurt here?
“Yeah, my jaw can ache afterwards,” he confesses, seating me into a comfortable position on his lap.
“I wonder if it feels good?”
“I think it does. Sophie likes it.”
“Maybe I’ll ask Jake to do it for me.”
“Don’t.”
Luke’s harsh tone shocked me into silence; the tension in his left cheek saying it all.
“Why not?”
“Dunno, just don’t,” he reasoned, practically begging me with his eyes.
“Okay,” I agreed, unknowing as to why I did.
We stared at each other for a while longer, our unspoken agreement seemingly causing unwanted tension. Why didn’t he want Jake to touch me there and why did I get the feeling he was unhappy I slept with him in the first place?
Whilst shaking away my guilty thoughts, I attempted to focus my attention on Luke’s beautiful face, though struggled to completely let go. I should’ve known back then that he had feelings for me, yet I was so focused on dickhead-Jake that I couldn’t see past it all.
“What Jake did; it’s not okay but I’m learning to get over it,” I insisted, breaking through the silence. “People always say you have to go through the dickheads to find Mr Right.”
“And am I Mr Right?” he smirked, selectively hearing kicking in.
“I’d say you’re Mr got-a-pretty-good-chance, yes,” I replied, nudging his shoulder. “You know you mean more to me than Jake and Dan ever did. Don’t ever doubt that,” I stated, turning suddenly serious, for feeling the need to do so.
He let slip a relieved sigh and without so much as giving me a minute to gather my thoughts, sought out my lips in a passionate embrace to join them with his own. Because of this, his sudden movement created a somewhat minor tidal wave in the tub, causing the water surrounding us to stir and ripple; its calming sounds acting as a brilliant juxtaposition against our chaotic kiss. Next, completely throwing me off guard, his hands firmly grasped at my hips and I found my front was deliciously dragged against his impressive length. This prompted a low moan to resonate from the back of his throat, successfully taking my ever increasing arousal to the next level.
"Did you just stage two me?" I giggled, managing to pull myself away from his swollen lips long enough to utter out my enquiry.
"Perhaps? Did it work? Or do I have to whisper lowly in your ear how shaggable you are?" he grinned, pushing his hips up in a way that I could only assume was to further entice me.
"No need, Anderson. Actions speak louder than words. How about you just show me?" I suggested, lightly tracing my name happily stationed over his beating heart.
"As you wish," he breathed, leaning forward and engaging in yet another brutal attack on my body.
It wasn’t long before I was lost in the moment, slipping into a state of peacefulness where the only thing that mattered was Luke and his mind-blowing assault on my neck and boobs. His mouth was so greedy in its pursuit to feed on me that I became momentarily distracted and mildly traumatised when sudden wetness was bestowed onto my face
"Luke! What the hell?" I screeched, proceeding to wipe away the bubbles he just shoved in my face.
"Sorry baby, I skipped straight to stage five and got white stuff all over your face." he smugly replied, earning himself a cold glare, which I only hoped succeeded in knocking him down a peg or two.
"Fine then," I childishly declared and whilst scooping up enough bubbles in my hands to supply Hoes & Bros their annual foam party, I gently shoved the substance in his face, getting to work on crafting him a Santa-Claus-like beard. I giggled to myself the entire time.
He patiently allowed me the pleasure of sculpting my masterpiece, never once breaking eye contact as I went about shaping him the perfect replica of a grey, old man. I couldn’t help but enjoy the feel his smooth jawline against my fingertips, though I’d have been lying if I said I didn’t imagine it being my tongue gliding along it instead.
"Do you remember when we were kids and our Mum's used to put us in the bath together?" he asked, removing a stray lock of hair from my line of sight.
With a quick nod to my head, I smiled at the memory of five-year-old Luke screaming his head off when shampoo accidentally got into his eyes and bit on my lower lip to suppress the urge to laugh. The poor bloke was traumatised!
He never did quite recover from that and I knew to this day he still held a slight grudge towards my Mother, who was the main culprit behind the attack. It was the foremost reason he had major trust issues when it came to such activities; his earlier insistence of, “Get the fuck away from me with that shampoo!” suggesting as much.
"You were the first girl I ever saw naked, ya know?" he proudly detailed, as if the very thing were an actual achievement.
"Same. The first willy I ever saw was yours," I replied, finishing off his 'bubble beard' and smiling at how hilarious he looked. “Set the standard pretty high, too,” I added, lightly bopping him on the nose.
“It’s the last one you’ll ever see as well,” he sternly informed, though not before smiling at my finishing product.
He went to reach for his phone and whilst taking a sneaky photo of us both, proceeded to nibble on my ear before popping the device back down and away from the dangers of water damage. His playfulness was certainly not lost on me and as the true saying went; I gave him a taste of his own medicine. I ruffled up his hair and pretended to feast on his chin, all while I wiped away the many bubbles. We were the very definition of sickeningly happy but I couldn’t care less, especially since we were alone. I’d never been particularly fond of open affection but with Luke, I found I never wanted his hands off me.
“You like what you see?” he laughed, noticing my blatant stare.
“Hmm. I just feel extremely lucky,” I smiled, caressing his cheeks.
“Nonsense, I’m the lucky one,” he insisted, pulling my face close to his as to engage in yet another sweet kiss.
Midway through, the doorbell chimed and in doing so, signalled our food's early arrival. Unfortunately, it also prompted the end of our shared dip in the bath.
"I'll get it," I offered, climbing out of the tub and quickly drying off.
I grabbed Luke’s shirt from off the floor and lightly draped it around my naked body; pairing it with skimpy shorts and fluffy socks. I was still moderately exposed but figured I could just hide behind the door, grab our dinner and offer the young gent there some money.
“Cash is on the coffee table!” yelled Luke, initiating my immediate stop.
I gracefully picked up the twenty he had resting on the glass surface and proceeded to make my way towards the front door when whoever was behind it grew seemingly impatient and decided to knock again.
“Just a minute!” I shouted, fiddling with the lock. "Sorry, I was just-"
I began my apology but stopped short when my brain eventually registered what, or rather who was stood before me.
I blinked a few times to ensure my eyes weren’t playing tricks on me and remained inhumanly still, fighting off all sorts of crazy scenarios in my head as to what he could possibly want. He had aged a few years since I last saw him, but there was no mistaking those green eyes and that strong bone structure of his. He was the same person alright, only now he looked lost. It was obvious he didn’t expect to see me here, and as I opened my mouth to enquire about his arrival, I sounded awfully abrupt in my questioning.
"What are you doing here, Dan?"