Forever (2 page)

J
ake squeezes
both breasts together and sucks my nipples. He then unbuckles and drops his jeans and briefs. His member is fully erect, wet, and ready.

H
e climbs
on the desk and straddles me. He then takes both my hands and places them on my breast.

“
S
queeze them together
,” Jake asks.

I
do
.

I
press
my breasts together while massaging them. I lick my lips.

J
ake leans
over and sticks his member in between both my breasts.

“
S
queeze them together tighter
,” he whispers.

A
s Jake gyrates
his hips back and forth, his member slides in and out of the space between my breasts. I hold my breasts even closer for more friction, as Jake pumps his member.

I
wish
I could see his ass right now.

J
ake is
on the verge of ejaculation when he quickly swings my legs over his shoulders, spreads my pussy with his fingers and pushes his member inside me.

H
e moves
his hips in a clockwise motion to feel every inch of me. As his tip expands inside, I screech and shiver. My legs shake uncontrollably from his pounds inside me.

J
ake knows precisely
when to pound away, and when to search for the right spot.

H
e’s found it
.

I
n and out
. In and out. Faster, faster, faster.

Y
ou can hear
our skin slap against each other. It gets louder with each thrust of his hips.

J
ake pulls out of me
, lowers my legs from his shoulders and spreads them again, the way a gymnast would do the splits.

M
y pussy is fully exposed
and ready for more.

J
ake squeezes
my inner thighs as he plunges his tongue inside me. He grabs my ass to draw me closer as he tongues me, just past my clit.

I
can’t stand
it anymore and erupt with come. Jake tries to lick every bit of it but leaves just enough to glide his member back inside me. He gives ten quick pumps before he explodes inside me.

H
e vibrates
from his head to his toes before he pulls out of me. He kisses my stomach, then draws up his briefs and jeans.

I
close
my legs though they seem frozen in place. Jake takes both my hands and raises me to a seated position.

H
e pulls
the gown back down and slips my high heels back on my feet. He stuffs my panties into his pants pocket.

F
or some reason
, I burst out in tears. It catches both of us off-guard.

T
ears flow
and don’t stop.

“
W
hat is it
, Sidney? Did I hurt you?” a shaken Jake asks.

I
say
no as I hop off the desk and make my way to the door. Jake gently grabs my arm as I walk past. I stop. I turn to face him.

“
W
hat are we doing
, Jake?” I ask.

“
W
hat do you mean
?” Jake responds, truly perplexed.

“
I
mean
, this, all of it. I’m in love with you.”

“
I
sn’t that a good thing
?” Jake asks. “I love you, too. You know that.”

“
I
can’t risk destroying
my mom’s marriage over this. She deserves to be happy.”

“
A
nd don’t
you deserve to be happy too, Sidney? Why does it have to be one or the other?” Jake questions.

“
I
’m a pretty selfish person
, Jake. I’ve made decisions my entire life based on my wants and needs. Screw everyone else… But not this time.”

I
open the classroom door
, “It’s over Jake. My mom’s happiness matters more than…”

J
ake finishes my sentence
, “…More than me?”

I
n the background
, we can hear the music for the commencement begin. Selfishly, I let his words linger in the air as I head towards the auditorium.



It’s been six months since graduation, and I’ve settled into a new routine without Jake.

I
go
to the local community college. Just taking required courses right now. I haven’t decided my major. When I do, I’ll transfer to a university. It won’t be the same one Jake goes to, however. That would be too difficult for both of us.

I
also have
a part-time job working for a start-up. Who would have guessed that I’m a team-player? Work is a blast. They trust me with maintaining their social media presence. Yeah, I get paid to tweet and share.

B
en seems
a lot more comfortable around me as well, after Jake told him we no longer see each other.

I
keep telling
myself that I’ve made the right decision.

J
ake tried
to stay in contact with me through texts and emails. But eventually he gave up. He spends most of his time on campus now.

M
y life is also so
much different now. I have a small, core group of friends from work and school. I’ve stayed away from dating. I’m not ready. But group clubbing is high on my list.

T
onight I meet
up with Jessica and Andrew at Club Nouveau. Every city has one, right? The only thing I don’t like about it is that there are way too many old dudes who hang out there, and they all have their radar trained on me.

J
essica is hot
, so we never have to wait in lines. I meet up with Jess and Andrew as the bouncer unlatches the velvet rope and ushers us in. Jess grabs the guy’s balls as thanks. He slaps her ass.

A
ndrew comments
, “I wish I could get my hands on that package.”

W
e wave
Andrew’s inappropriate comments off, as we don’t want to encourage him.

“
I
’ll be back
with some drinks, bitches” Andrew says, as he sashays towards the bar.

“
I
swear
, with that swish, that boy will probably get more action than me tonight,” Jess informs me.

I
say yes
, nod my head, although I could not hear a word she said over the loud music. But I’ve learned that simply nodding when in a conversation with Jess, suffices.

O
ne of the
old dudes approaches our table. I pray that he has a thing for Jess.

“
H
ello
, ladies,” the short muscular Latin man shouts.

A
t that moment
, Andrew returns with our drinks. He places them on the table. Jess guzzles hers down while I wait. What’s in front of me is far more interesting.

“
I
see you’ve met
, Marco,” Andrew pronounces. Marco and Andrew embrace each other before they head to the dance floor.

“
S
ee
, what did I tell you?” Jess comments.

J
ess scoots
out of the booth and joins the duo on the dance floor. It’s quite hilarious. Andrew is marking his territory as Jess dances around Marco like a woman obsessed.

I
take
a few sips of my drink before I decide to check my texts. While I do, someone scoots into the booth. I look up.

I
t’s
, The Spence. Yes, the rugby teammate of Jakes, who had his hands all over me at the sorority party. I allowed him to go further than I should have because I wanted to hurt Jake after I saw him leave with his on-again, off-again girlfriend.

T
he Spence
, tall and rugged, took advantage of the situation. He lifted me up, wrapped my legs around his waist and held me up against the wall. He shoved his hands down the back of my panties during a dance where the lights were turned off.

I
have to admit
, it was a real turn-on. But I had to put a stop to it when he wanted to go further. He didn’t take no for an answer, so I had to grab his member and twist until he understood that no meant no.

S
o here he
stands in front of me, at this club. I don’t know whether to toss this drink in his face, or walk away.

“
H
i Sidney
, I hope you don’t mind.”

“
Y
ou always do
what you want,” I snap back.

T
he Spence holds
his head down for a moment before he looks up. “Listen, I was a real prick. I’m sorry.”

I
don’t know
this guy very well, so I have no clue whether to take his apology at face value or not.

“
H
ow have you been
?” he shouts.

I
can’t hear him
, so I give the okay for him to scoot closer to me. But I make it clear that it still means, ‘hands off.’

“
H
ow have you been
?” he repeats.

“
W
hy do you care
?” I throw back.

“
I
’m just trying
to make conversation,” The Spence says in a defensive manner.

I
ease
up on the guy a bit.

I
n an attempt
to have a civil conversation with, The Spence, I offer, “I hear you guys are on a streak. Congrats.”

“
Y
eah
, we are. Seven in a row. Why did you stop attending the games?” The Spence asks.

I
wonder
what Jake told him; why I haven’t been there to support the team. I can’t tell him the truth, and I won’t lie.

“
D
id you ask Jake
?” I deflected.

“
S
ure
. He said you were busy. That’s code for, ‘shit went down,’” The Spence bellows.

I
laugh myself
. He’s absolutely right.

“
T
here you have it
,” I concur. “What are you doing here?” I question, The Spence.

“
I
n town for a wedding
… not mine!” The Spence quickly adds.

T
he Spence stares
at the dance floor, yet doesn’t say another word.

I
’m
sure he wants to dance. However, the last time we danced, it ended badly.

“
W
ill
you give me a second chance?” The Spence says as he stands and holds out his hand.

“
I
promise
, I’ll be a boy scout. Scout’s honor.”

I
look
at that silly boyish half-smile across his face and agree to dance with him. I take his hand as he leads me to the dance floor.

W
e carve
out a spot and let loose. Jess watches from a distance as she raises her glass in approval.

I
never realized
how crazy funny, The Spence’s moves were until tonight. I think I spotted the old school “Troop” dance, “The Dougie,” followed by “The Robot” and “Running Man.”

I
mean
these dance moves are way past their expiration, yet he’s having so much fun, he doesn’t care what anyone thinks. He sways to the right, then to the left. He passes his hand over his head and mugs for a nonexistent camera.

I
laugh until I cry
, I am having so much fun. I thought I was the only loser who learned dance moves decades after everyone quit doing them. But apparently, there are two of us.

W
e end
our dance session doing, “The Bump.” And this time I am getting into it. We jump up in the air, land and bump side hips. I even throw in a few advanced moves where I lift my bent leg while we bump.

I
nsane fun
. I am exhausted. The Spence isn’t a complete tool after all.