So I'm a Double Threat (Double Threat Series) (17 page)

OMG. I can feel
it
. Yes...
it
. His
thing
. I’ve been aware of it before but
not
like this. Normally, it just brushes up against my stomach when we’re standing. But now I can feel it well, rock hard like nothing before, right between my thighs since I’m riding him like a racehorse. Damn, it feels good. He’s wearing thin soccer shorts and
it
is going straight through my jeans. Out of curiosity, I thrust my hips into
him
.

Holy shit. Is this the way it’s going to feel? OMG.

I quickly fly off Eric like Harry Potter in a Quidditch match, and just stand there a few feet away, staring at him, out of breath. I can feel the heat radiating from down there all the way up to my eyeballs. This is insane.

My bra is undone. When did that happen?

“Wha...what’s wrong?” Eric says, with puffy lips and a tent pitched in his lap. “Did I do something wrong?”

I fix my bra. “No. No. Not at all. That’s why I had to stop.”

“Oh, okay.” He frowns and takes a deep breath. “We can just watch TV. Sit down.” He pats a spot next to him on the sofa.

“Looks like we missed the countdown.” I sit down and cuddle close to him.

He kisses the top of my head. “Happy New Year, sweetie.”

“Happy New Year, babe.”

We sit in silence for a few minutes.

I want to say something.

I just don’t know what.

“Well, that was fun,” I blurt out.

I’m so stupid.

“Yeah, it was.” Eric can’t hide his excitement even if he tried.

“Hmm.” I don’t know what else to say.

“So, is this to be continued?” he asks. “Will there be a sequel?”

“Uhh, I think it can be arranged.” I really want there to be a sequel. I already want that feeling again. What scares me is the curiosity brewing in my mind about what it’d be like to go further than we did just now.

“So, why’d you stop?” Eric asks. I can feel him looking at me.

I look up at him and then look back down, quickly.

“Uhh. I was scared. It was feeling a little too good.”

“And, that’s a bad thing?”

“It would be if we didn’t just stop there.”

“You’re not interested in doing more?” He pushes.

Eric is serious.

“Uhh. I’m definitely interested, but also definitely not sure I’m ready for that yet.” He is probably going to dump me. Isn’t that what boys do when you say you’re not ready?

“That’s okay. It’s all good,” he assures me.

“You sure?”

“I’ve only waited for fifteen years. A little while longer won’t kill me.”

“Can you imagine? Death by blue balls.” I laugh.

We’re both laughing when Amy and Alex come out. His shirt is all wrinkled and she has the worst case of bed head I’ve ever seen.

Looks like they were
ready
.

––––––––

“A
my,” I mutter. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Sure, Meg.” She looks at me. “What’s up?”

“Am I sleeping in the spot where you and Alex just did the
nasty
?”

She hits me in the head with a pillow. The guys left and I’m sleeping over. Amy has a queen-size bed big enough for both of us to sleep in.

“What was that for?” I hit her back.

“Why would you think we had sex?” she asks, angrily.

“Well you came out with your hair all crazy and Alex’s shirt looked like he just pulled it out of his pocket, it was so wrinkled up.”

“Oh, and you weren’t doing anything with Eric?” She sits up, leaning on her elbow, and raises her eyebrow at me. “Your face was all red like you just finished a soccer game and Eric had a
wet
spot on his shorts.”

“Ew, you’re sick.” I hit her with my pillow.

“Why am I sick?” She laughs. “I’m not the one who got Eric all wet.” She giggles more.

“Okay, okay. Enough.” I cringe.

“So, you guys doin’ it or what?” she asks, matter-of-factly.

“No way. You?”

“Nope.”

“Oh,” is all I can think of to say.

“But I think I want to.” She lowers her voice.

“I was thinking the same thing after tonight, but I don’t know,” I say. “You better get condoms or something. You don’t want to end up like the girl on that TV show.”

“Oh, I know.” She shudders. “Jen told me about this place...family planning. They give out condoms and stuff...or you can get the pill or a birth control shot.”

“Are you serious?” I’m curious and eager to know more.

“Yeah,” she continues. “They don’t tell your parents. You just walk out with a brown paper bag of goodies...no questions asked.”

“If it’s so easy, then why are there so many girls at school getting pregnant all the time?”

“Because, they’re freakin’ stupid.”

I’m silent.

“Will you come with me?” Amy asks softly. “I just want to be prepared...you know...just in case.”

“Where’s it at?”

“Down the street from school...we could walk,” she says.

“Okay,” I say, surprising myself. “We can go on Monday. We can skip a few classes and go...just in case.”

“Thanks, Meg.” She smiles.

“You don’t have to thank me,” I tell her. “Just one more memory we can add to our high school scrapbook. Should we take pictures? What a memory to share with our grandkids.”

We laugh and then turn with our backs to each other to go to sleep.

Just walk in and walk out, huh.

No
parents
involved.

Just getting prepared.

Just in case.

A brown paper bag of goodies...

Better than a belly full of
baby
.

Ugh.

I squirm at the thought.

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L
ike usual, I’m on my way to school...
thinking
. Seriously, I really need to find someone to walk with, so this internal dialogue forever invading my mind can be silenced.

Today, Amy and I are supposed to ditch a couple of classes and go get
lunch
. Apparently, where we’re going, birth control comes in a brown paper bag. So
lunch
is our code name.

Just one problem—I’m starting to feel like I’m not ready to
need
lunch just yet. I’ve been thinking about New Year’s Eve non-stop. My night with Eric was amazing. I think about it every minute I’m awake and then wake up with a smile because I’ve been dreaming about it all night. Seriously. I can’t believe how good he made me feel. But at the same time, I’m also feeling a little scared and a little grossed out by the whole thing.

I could feel his thing. His
thingy
. Just the fact I can’t say exactly what I felt—I mean the real word for it—is probably some kind of sign. And did he really have a wet spot on his shorts like Amy said? How embarrassing. Did Alex see it? Ugh. I know it wasn’t pee. I think I’d be sickened less if it was. How gross.

OMG. Eric really did have a wet spot on his shorts. Eww. I can’t believe I’m totally trippin’ over the thought of Eric doing his
business
. If that’s the case, then I probably shouldn’t be there when he
really
seals the deal, if you know what I mean.

But what can I do? What am I going to say to Amy? I can’t just ditch her in her time of need. I seriously don’t think she’d go alone, to get
lunch
. And I really don’t think her mother is ready to be a grandma. I don’t think that prissy lady ever will be. So maybe I’ll just go with her...to make sure
she
gets lunch. We’re better to be safe than sorry, I guess.

Seriously...this thought just crossed my mind. Amy is going to get lunch so she can have sex with Alex. OMG. I didn’t have that image in my mind before now. Ugh. Now I’m really going to be sick.

I don’t know which makes me feel worse. The thought of me and Eric having sex, or Amy and Alex having sex.

Holy crap.

I think I’m gonna be sick, for real.

“What’s wrong, Meg?” Steph shakes me.

Her brash voice startles me. I’m already standing outside my science class and I have no idea how I got here.

“Oh, my gosh,” I answer, dazed. “I was just day dreaming, I guess.”

“What’s up?” Keesha stands before us, smiling and waiting for a response. I can hardly look at her.

“Heeeey,” Steph screams and hugs her. “I was beginning to think we were never gonna see you again.”

It’s true. We haven’t talked to Keesha since the last day of school before break, when she left with Nicole at lunch. And now, here she is, acting like nothing happened.

“Hey,” I mutter. I don’t know why I’m so angry, but for some reason, my blood is boiling like a magma chamber about to erupt.

Keesha hugs her and they rock back and forth. “Tell me about it, Steph.” She squeals. “It’s seems like forever. I missed you guys so much.”

“Hey, Keesh,” Amy says, plainly. “So did ya kick the ganja habit or what?”

“Amy,” Steph says, flatly, as if she’s shushing a child.

Keesh is speechless for the first time in her life, as I am.

“What?” Amy puts her hands up. “What did I say? We’re all wondering the same thing. Why not just get it all out now, so we can just move on.”

“Well?” Steph says, turning to look at Keesh. Steph’s eyes are practically popping out of her skull in anticipation.

I’m still in shock, standing there staring at Keesh with my mouth open.

Keesh has tears in her eyes. “I gotta go.”

We all watch her walk away. She doesn’t look back.

“Damn, Amy,” Steph exclaims. “Do you have to be like that?”

“Don’t blame me, Steph,” Amy warns. “If she can’t handle talking about it, how is she ever gonna stop? We can’t just baby her. She owes us an explanation. Don’t you think she should at least tell us she’s stopped? ’Cause if she hasn’t, I don’t want to be around her.”

“As if you’re ever around anyway,” Steph shoots back. She pauses, and then says, “You know what, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”

“Seriously,” I say, calmly. “Let’s just chill. This whole thing with Keesh sucks. We don’t need to be fighting and shit right now. Just chill.”

Steph and Amy back down, and just scowl at each other for a sec.

“So, we still getting lunch today?” Amy asks me. “We can leave after ASB. It will give us enough time to get there and back before your practice.”

“Uhh,” I stall. “Yeah, what the hell. Let’s get
lunch
.”

“You guys are ditching again?” Steph asks. “This is our first day back. Talk about addiction.”

We really need to be careful. Mrs. Caldwell was starting to give me an attitude about my absences before break.

“Well, at least I won’t get lung cancer or kill my brain cells,” Amy teases.

I laugh and add, “Yeah, and we won’t gain ten pounds from getting the munchies.”

“Ha ha, you guys are so funny,” Steph mocks. She seems irritated at first, but eventually lets out a small laugh.

“Hey, babe.” Eric hugs me from behind.

I didn’t even hear him come up. I turn around and give him a quick peck. He leans in for more but I just look away. Every time I kiss him now, it’s like he wants a repeat of the other night. He can’t stop talking about it, either. I know, I think about it too, but I don’t feel like talking about it every second. It’s like Eric has become obsessed with creating moments for us to make out with hopes of another lap dance. Now, at this very moment, when he tries to kiss me again, I’m thinking, chill out dude, you’re not gonna get in my pants at school. Because, I know what he’s thinking about right now. I just know it.

“Geez.” I push him away. “Relax. Frick.”

“I was just trying to give you a good morning kiss,” he mutters.

“I gave you one, you don’t have to shove your tongue down my throat to say good morning,” I argue.

He looks confused, and hurt.

Why am I being so mean to him?

The bell rings. Amy waves bye and Steph goes into class without me.

“I’ve gotta go. I’ll see you later.”

I wrap my arms around his waist and squeeze, trying to say ‘I’m sorry I’m acting like such a nutcase right now.’ I wonder if he can understand my gesture.

He hugs me back and kisses the top of my head. How can I be so freaked out by a guy who can be so sweet? He just kissed the top of my head. How freakin’ cute. And here I am, bugging out.

Wait. He just made me forget all he’s been talking about lately is me straddling him the other night and what it would be like to do that...naked. Yes, he actually used the word
naked
. This sweet guy can be a freakin’ horndog. No wonder I’m so wigged out.

I let Eric go and walk quickly into class, not even giving him a chance to say goodbye.

I don’t see Keesha again until Math, where she remains quiet. She barely even glances in our direction. She walks over to the ASB room alongside us without saying a word. I’m not going to be the one to say anything, so I just leave her alone.

ASB is uneventful. Mr. Mitchell is in a meeting with the chairs of all the committees so we’re on our own. The four of us just sit on top of our desks, waiting for someone to speak up. Steph is biting her nails, Amy is looking at the tips of her hair for split ends, I’m just fidgety, and Keesh just stares at the floor.

It seems like forever, but it’s only been about three minutes before Keesha says, “Okay, you wanna know what’s going on...well here it is.”

Our heads shoot up, and we just look up at her, wide-eyed and anxious.

“Hmm...let’s see. I was smoking dope with my friends and my parents come in with the cops and caught me. My friends got kicked off the soccer team. The only reason I get to stay on the team is because I’ve never been in trouble before. I had to agree to go to this drug, alcohol, and tobacco program, so I’ll only get a bunch of Saturday schools instead of getting suspended. And my parents put me into some freakin’ drug counseling program ’cause they think I’m some frickin’ pothead or something. And this is all because you guys couldn’t keep your mouths shut,” she says, raising her voice with each point she’s trying to make. By the time she is finished, she is out of breath and standing in front of us with her hands on her hips.