Текст книги "A Real Disaster"

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Chapter Ten

“Are you sure that this is a good idea?” Sabrina asked me as I told her about my impending date with Turner. “Don’t you want to be with Nash?”

After seeing that girl kiss Nash it didn’t matter if I wanted to be with him.

“I thought I did. But he has a bunch of other girls occupying his time so there's no reason to waste my own.”

“So that's why you're going with Turner?”

“I guess. I kind of like him also. He's nice and he doesn't have a bunch of girls wanting him. There is no one to compete with.”

“Yeah.”

I looked through my closet, surveying each outfit before moving on. I had to pick an outfit that was cute. I wanted to look like myself and not overdo it.

“Does Turner even know about you and Nash?”

I shook my head.

“Of course he doesn’t. But all Nash and I did was walk to my dorm together and then hang out at his place after Turner punched him,” I told her. “I doubt Nash would tell him. They don’t talk, remember?”

Sabrina rolled her eyes as looked at her notes for class.

“I just think that if you were going to go out with him you should have told him about you and Nash.”

I turned to her.

“Why? It’s not like we had sex.”

“Because if he finds out from someone else he will never forgive you. You will have a black mark next to your name forever.”

I paused, considering Sabrina’s point. Should I have told Turner? He knew we sat next to each other in class. But I did stay the night at his place and he did try to kiss me. He would instantly assume the worse since it’s Nash.

“Wel,l it’s too late to be worrying about that now,” I said as I pulled out a pair of jeans and a sweater. “I’m not going to tell him tonight on our date.”

“In my experience,” Sabrina said. “Things like this don’t stay hidden for long.”

I shrugged even though I was frowning.

“Maybe I’ll tell him later next week when I have time to think about what I’ll say.”

Sabrina shrugged but I could tell that she didn’t approve of the way I was handling things. I was hoping that I would never have to tell him in general. I didn’t want to see his pain, his anger, or any other emotion he would show. I didn’t want to disappoint him and I definitely didn’t want to lose his friendship.

Turner would find out one day. I just hoped that it would be long enough away that he wouldn’t stay too angry at me.

After slipping on the clothes, I dabbed some eyeliner and lip gloss onto my face and brushed my hair until it shone. Throwing converses on my feet I smoothed my sweater down and then grabbed my watch. I was throwing the last few things in my bag when there was a knock on the door.

My heart hammered and I felt a bit woozy. Pasting on a smile, I maneuvered my way across the room and opened the door. Turner stood there, a smile on his face, and a single red rose in his hand.

“I was going to buy you a dozen,” he told me as he handed me the rose. “But that didn’t seem special. I thought one single rose made a better statement. Do you like it?”

 “Yes… Thank you.”

Putting the rose in a bottle of water, I waved goodbye to Sabrina and left my room. Turner and I walked down the stairs in silence. He rocked back and forth on his feet, whistling.

“Are you nervous or something?”

“Is it that obvious?” Turner asked. “I want to make this date good, great even. I’m trying to make up for the last time.”

“You don’t have to make up for anything. We both had a hand in ruining that date. So why not pretend it never happened?”

“Yeah… You look cute, Lily.”

“Thanks Turner.”

“Is something wrong?” Turner asked, looking worried.

“No,” I said quickly, too quickly. “Nothing’s wrong. Everything’s perfect.”

“Good,” Turner said, satisfied with my answer.

Turner led me to his car and opened the door for me. I glanced in the back seat to see a picnic basket and a blanket resting there. Turner grinned.

“I thought that a picnic would be perfect tonight. It’s not too hot, not too cold. I know this spot that is a little secluded.”

I cocked an eyebrow and looked at him.

“Not that I think we need to be secluded. That’s not what this is about. I’m not trying to get into your pants or anything.”

This was going to the wrong place.

“That’s good to know,” I laughed.

He laughed too.

He started the car, revving the engine, and put down the window. Pulling away from the curb, the two of us drove in silence. I looked out the window and watched the scenery whiz by. The colors of the trees blended together until it was one big blob.

“So, ah, I hope you don’t mind too much but I packed some Italian food. I’m always a sucker for Italian.”

“Sound great. I love Italian food actually. It’s one of my favorites.”

Turner sighed in relief.

“That’s great. We’re almost there.”

Turner drove for a bit more, changing lanes. Finally he pulled into the parking lot and threw the car into park.

“We’re here.”

I exited the car. Turner grabbed the basket in the back seat and then followed me.

He grabbed my hand and to my surprise kissed me. We didn’t stop holding hands as we climbed the hill. When we finally reached the top, Turner smoothed down a blanket and I looked out into the horizon, watching the sun set. It was gorgeous.

“This view is amazing!” I breathed.

“Isn’t it?”

He appeared behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist.

“I was hoping that we would get here on time to see this.”

In the distance I could hear kids screaming and playing. There was music playing somewhere but I couldn’t pull my eyes away from the sun to even look around.

“Turner it’s gorgeous.”

“No, you’re gorgeous. The sun doesn’t hold a candle to you.”

My heart swelled.

* * *

“So when I was in high school I was the epidemy of a good girl. I wore pleated skirts and knee high socks with loafers.”

“That sounds sexy,” Turner said and I laughed.

“Trust me, I was anything but sexy,” I told him. “I wore ire rimmed glasses and my hair was always tied in braids down my back. I didn’t wear any make up and I always had my nose in a book.”

“Why is that so bad?”

“Because I was lame. People made fun of me, talked about me behind my back. I was the odd one out.”

“Or you were unique,” he countered. “I think that if I saw you in high school I would have gone out of my way to get to know you.”

“Well then you would have been the only one.”

“That’s because I have a thing for nerdy girls who read too much.”

“How about good girls that go to church every week and doesn’t do anything fun?”

“Even better,” he said with a wicket grin.

I rolled my eyes and pushed Turner. He lost his balance and toppled to the ground. He winced as his elbow met with a tree root.

“Goddammit!” Turner cursed as he rubbed his elbow. “Damn that hurt!”

“Oh God, are you okay?”

I lost my smile and watched Turner rock back and forth, cradling his arm.

“I’m sorry, Turner. I didn’t mean for you to hit your elbow.”

Turner rubbed his elbow roughly and then looked up at me.

“Oh well, it’s not any worse than getting hit in the head with a basketball. I’ll survive.”

“Good...”

I was scared for a moment.

After finishing our meal, Turner started packing up the basket. I folded the blanket in half, then in quarters, until the blanket fit snugly inside the basket.

“So what would you like to do now? Do you want to walk? Go back to the dorm and watch movies? Go get ice cream?”

“I don’t think I could eat another bite,” I told Turner as I held my stomach.

“Okay, how about your dorm?”

“That is fine.”

* * *

We stepped in the elevator in the dormitory and Turner was about to push the button for my floor but I put my hand over his.

“Let’s skip my floor. Sabrina is probably going to be there with Elizabeth and I don’t want the third degree. Let’s go hang out at your dorm. Is that okay?”

“Sure,” Turner said and something flickered in his eyes.

He didn’t say anything more, though. He enfolded my hand in his and we rode the elevator together, connected. When we got out on the eighth floor, Turner let me pass first and then led me to the end of the hall. I could hear parties going on in all different dorm rooms as well as the sound of video games.

“How do you get any studying done?” I asked as I winced at the sounds I heard. “I’m so glad that my floor is nothing like this. I would never get anything done.”

“You learn to tune it out after a while.”

He unlocked the door at the end of the hall and pushed it open.

“This is me. Come on in.”

I stepped gingerly over the threshold and tried not to curl my lip in disgust. The dorm room was a mess. There were clothes everywhere and dishes were stacked on the floor.

“I know it’s a little messy,” Turner said and had the common decency to be embarrassed. “I didn’t think that we were going to come back here and… Well I’ll admit it, I’m lazy. I keep finding other things to do, other things that I want to do, than clean here. Now I’m kind of regretting everything.”

“Don’t worry about it,” I said, trying to sound relaxed. “It’s really not that big of a deal. I’ve known people who are way messier than you.”

“Really?”

I hesitated and then shook my head.

“Yup.”

His arms lashed out and wrapped around my waist. Before I knew what was happening, Turner’s hand was cradling my neck and his lips were on mine. Shock turned into desire and my eyes fluttered closed.

Turner’s kiss wasn’t soft or hesitant. He kissed me with heat and passion that I only read about in books.  His lips were soft and yet firm against mine. His fingers ran up and down my spine, tracing the bones. My arms found their way around his neck and I pulled him closer, grinding my body up against him.

My heart vibrated in my chest and my mouth couldn’t get enough of him. I dug my finger nails into his back and moaned as he moved from my lips to my neck. His hands went from my back to the front, cupping my breasts.

“Stop,” I said and pulled back, shaking my head.

I felt foggy and disoriented. Immediately Turner dropped his hands and stepped back.

“I’m sorry,” I murmured as I fixed my sweater.

“No, I’m the sorry one. I shouldn’t have done that. I didn’t bring you back here to have sex with you.”

Turner took my hands and kissed my palms.

“You deserve better Lily. You’re worth more than that.”

“If we are ever going to be together I want it to be special, something that you can remember. I don’t want you thinking back and remembering our first time being in this disgusting dorm.”

Turner pulled me close and kissed my forehead.

“I want to be with you, Lily, but I want to make it perfect. If we ever get that chance I promise I will give you the stars and the moon.”

I looked up at him from underneath my lashes as my hands found the buckle of his belt.

Chapter Eleven

“You don’t have to.”

“I want to,” I said, my voice cracking and his breath hitching.

Maybe this was a bad idea. I turn down Nash but I’m okay with having sex with Turner?

“A-Are you sure you want to do this?”

The truth was that I wasn’t sure I wanted to do this, or anything. I didn’t even know howto do any of it. He was kind to me. Was that why my brain was saying yes? Or was it to get back at Nash?

I was nervous, so nervous.

“Yes, I want to do this.”

I dropped my hands from his belt buckle and ran my fingers up and down his arm.

“Let’s take this to the bed, what do you think?”

“Sure…”He grabbed my hand, linking our fingers together, and pulled me to the bed.

“You are so, so beautiful,” Turner said.

He dipped his head forward, capturing my lips with his once again. His hands kept busy removing my sweater. Once it was off, Turner’s nimble fingers unbuttoned the shirt underneath and pushed it off my shoulders. His fingers then moved to my light pink bra.

“Slow down,” I said, taking a deep breath.

I nudged Turner away.

“This is about you.”

Hell I didn’t know what I was doing. I just wanted to show Turner that I liked him. There were probably other ways to show it but I thought that what I was about to do would be the best way to show him.

“But I want to make you happy too,” Turner said.

“I know, but I really want to do this…”

That was half a lie.

My hands went back to Turner’s belt as I expertly pulled it from the loops. Turner put his hands on my arms as he watched me unsnap and unzip his pants. Nudging them down his narrow waist, I raised my eyebrow and looked at Turner.

I looked at his large, pole-like boner beneath his boxer briefs. It was pulsating through.

I shivered with anxiety and took a deep breath,

I licked my lips as my fingers slipped under the waistband of the boxer briefs. Turner sucked in a breath as his hands found my hair.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

It wasn’t the biggest turn on to have a guy constantly ask if I really wanted to do something sexual. The first time, yes it’s important to make sure it’s consensual but after that it’s a little annoying.

I didn’t respond.

With a swift motion, I pulled Turner’s boxer briefs down and let his dick spring out.

“Oh God,” Turner muttered. “I don’t know if I can take much more of this.”

I slowly moved my right hand up and down his shaft.

I kneeled down in front of Turner, my face right in front of him.

I cupped his balls in my hands while I kissed the tip of his dick. I tried not to be nervous as I kneeled in front of him. The only experience I had with blow jobs was what I read about in novels and the things I accidentally saw on television. My parents never discussed sex with me and the girlfriends I had in high school didn’t talk a lot about it.

My free hand went to the shaft of his penis, slowly rubbing it again while my other hand held his balls, gently squeezing them. Turner moaned above me and I could already feel his legs quiver. I turned my head to the side and placed kisses all down the shaft and back up until I was at the head again.

Sticking my tongue out, I licked up and down and then took Turner into my mouth. His hands, which were still on my hair, clenched and Turner pushed me closer to him. Sucking softly, I pulled back until my lips were only over the taut tip of Turner’s dick. I swirled my tongue in circles and figure-eight’s over his hole.

“”Oh God,” Turner moaned. “Oh fuck! Don’t stop, Lily. Don’t fucking stop. This feels so fucking… Fuck! Oh!”

Turner started to jerk his own body back and forth, pushing his dick in and out of my mouth as he held my head straight. He pushed hard, nearly blocking my airwave, but pulled back nearly as quickly. In and out, in and out. My jaw was becoming sore but I didn’t stop or pull away.

“Kiss me,” Turner said and he suddenly pulled me up enough to get me onto the bed.

Turner sat next to me and took my mouth to his, all the while pumping his dick with his own hand. His fist was jerking away, hard and fast. Turner pulled at my bra, pulling the straps down and pushing the cups away from my breasts. With his free hand, Turner grabbed my tit, squeezing it and running his fingers over the nipple, making it hard. Now I was the one gasping for breath. A familiar pulling feeling started at the base of my stomach.

“Oh God, Lily,” I heard Turner moan. “God, I’m almost there. I can’t wait any longer.”

Turner didn’t give me a choice when he pushed me on the bed and straddled my hips. He didn’t stop pumping his hand over his dick.

“Here it comes,” Turner said.

One last pump and his dick squirted cum all over my chest.

“Oh God, oh! Oh!”

Turner tremored and moved just quick enough so that he didn’t fall on top of me. Turner reached across the bed and grabbed a towel.

“I’m sorry. Here, let me clean it up for you.”

Turner began to wipe at my body, cleaning up my chest.

“Are you okay?” he asked when he was finally finished wiping everything up. “I didn’t hurt you or anything, right?”

No.

But if it was over, what a horrible experience.

“No, I’m fine,” I said.

Was I fine? What started as a hand and blow job ended…

Weird…

He ripped my bra off, held me down, and then came on me. All horrible reminders of my past that I wanted to forget.

“Good,” Turner said, kissing me.

I moved my head to the side to stop the kiss. I sighed, frustrated. I shifted on the bed, pushing myself away from Turner. I quickly grabbed my clothes that were scattered across the room.

“Is something wrong?”

“No, why?” I lied.

“I don’t know, you keep moving around and you’re frowning.”

Turner hoisted himself up on his arm and stared at me.

“Did I force you into this? Did you think that you had to do this to make up for something? Are you upset with me?”

“I don’t think any of that,” I told him. “I’m not upset and I definitely don’t think you forced me into something…”

That wasn’t the problem at all.

“So then what’s going on in that head of yours?”

I shifted again, uncomfortable with the path that the conversation was heading. My past was the problem. Now he reminded me of it, but I didn’t want to explain it to him or anybody else.

“Nothing, really, I’m okay.”

“You’re lying,” Turner accused. “You can’t even look at me.”

“Don’t worry, I’m not upset.”

I wasn’t sure if I was trying to convince him or convince myself. My mind was a mess of my past and present.

“Lily, talk to me. I don’t want you to leave upset again.”

Turner wasn’t going to give up until I said something, but what was I supposed to say? I looked at Turner, torn between telling him the truth and keeping it to myself. Turner stared at me and then his mouth split into a grin

“I know what’s wrong… You’re horny.”

“Seriously Turner? You’re way off!”

“What then?”

“Just don’t worry about it.”

I put my clothes on in silence.

However, Turner couldn’t keep quiet any longer.

“Well, do you want to hang out for a while then?”

“I don’t know. I have some stuff to do,” I said.

“What about we go out for some ice cream tomorrow night?”

“Um…”

“Come on,” he begged.

I might as well agreed to stop the begging.

”Fine,” I said, throwing on my shoes. “Meet me at 7 at my dorm.”

“Awesome.”

Then I left his apartment.

* * *

The next day, I finished my homework around 5 PM, took a quick shower, and got dressed. Around 7 I grabbed my purse and left my dorm room.

“Hey!” Turner yelled down the hall as I closed the door.

I walked towards him and waved. I could only hope he wouldn’t bring up what happened the night before.

Turner had thrown on a pair of faded jeans, a white shirt, and a jacket. He looked pretty cute when he washed up. The two of us went downstairs to the front sidewalk that led to the ice cream shop.

“I don’t feel like driving. Do you want to just walk there? It’s not like it’s that cold out.”

“That sounds like a great idea,” Turner agreed.

He grabbed a hold of my hand and linked his fingers through mine. I wanted to push his hand away. After being held down by him I just wasn’t that into him.

As a boyfriend anyway.

Friends sure.

Together we walked to the ice cream shop. The night air was crisp and nippy. The sun had set, taking whatever warmth with it. Unable to wrap my arms around myself, I shivered a little.

“Are you cold?”

“Yeah,” I said nodding.

Immediately Turner shrugged off his jacket and wrapped it around my shoulders.

“Better?”

“You don’t have to do that. I’ll be fine,” I told him.

“I’ll be fine too.,” Turner assured me. “I’m not the one shivering anyway.”

I didn’t know what I wanted. I already regretted what had happened the night before. My mind just took over after seeing Nash and another girl all over each other. Turner was so nice to me and I was hurting. It was a mistake. How was I going to let him down easy without losing him as a friend.

We continued to walk.

“I didn’t think I could recover from that horrible first date. I thought that was it; I thought I was toast. I’m glad I’m not Lily...”

He smiled at me.

“Yeah, It takes more than one horrible date to send me running,” I responded, giving him a fake grin.

“Really? Even though you hadn’t dated much? I thought that I completely ruined it for you.”

“”Nah.”

The way he was acting made it obvious he thought we were together.

I didn’t want to hurt him.

I still wanted to be friends.

“Well, well, well, look at the happy couple.”

My head whipped around to the voice. Nash was standing there, partially hidden in the shadow, smoking a cigarette.

I wrinkled my nose. He just had to show up.

“Nash,” Turner said and I felt him tense next to me.

 I threw a little prayer up that the two of them wouldn’t get into an all-out brawl.

“What do you want?” I asked Nash.

“Nothing,” Nash sneered and stumbled closer.

I could smell the alcohol on Nash’s breath.

“And I’m doing much better, thank you. You’re pussy punch didn’t keep me down for long.”

“Whatever, now if you’ll excuse us,” Turner responded.

“Wait a minute!” Nash cried. “Tell me about this happy couple. When did you guys get together? Last time I checked Turner, you let this lovely woman stumble back to her dorm, drunk, while you partied.”

“Nash-” I said under my breath.

“How do you know that?” Turner asked.

His eyes narrowed as he stared at Nash.

“Because I was the one who had to bring her back. She was in no shape to walk all on her own.”

Turner turned to me.

“Is it true?”

“I didn’t ask him to walk me home,” I tried to explain. “I was walking home and he saw me. He just wanted to make sure I got there safe.”

It was beginning to take a lot of effort trying to keep them both happy.

“And that’s all?”

“Well-” Nash started.

If this led to me spending the night at Nash’s then I knew there would be another fight. This time, Nash wouldn’t hold back.

“That’s all,” I said, cutting Nash off.

I shot daggers at Nash but he pretended not to notice. What the hell was he trying to do? What the hell was his problem? Would Nash really tell Turner about our night together? Yeah, he would. Anything to get a rise out of him.

“Come on Turner, let’s go get that ice cream.”

“I’ll see you two love birds later,” Nash said.

He dropped the cigarette onto the dirt and rubbed it out with the toe of his sneaker.

“You know where to find me sexy.”

Now he was trying to get a rise out of me.

Nash turned and sauntered away. Turner didn’t budge until we couldn’t see Nash anymore.

“That son of a bitch! What the fuck is he getting at?! What was he trying to prove?! Bastard!”

“He was just trying to get under your skin. Ignore him. He’s not worth it.”

In that moment, I truly believed my words. I wasn’t sure if it was because Nash was angry at me still for leaving his place the other morning, or because of his immense hatred for Turner, but he was acting like an asshole. He knew those words would hurt Turner, humiliate him even, and yet Nash didn’t care. Turner’s shoulder’s sagged and he hung his head.

“I guess this is yet another date that was ruined.”

“Just focus on other stuff. How about we go in and get some ice cream?”

I didn’t want to tell him the truth that this wasn’t a date for me to begin with. I’d rather make everyone happy. It was obvious Nash was angry at me already even when everything was his fault.

This was a real disaster.

“Of course,” Turner said.

He spun me around until I was facing him and then with his finger Turner lifted my head. His lips felt tender as they begin to massage against mine.

“Stop Turner,” I told him, pushing him back.

 “Sorry, I’ve just wanted to do that since we left the dorms.”

“Okay, but not out in public.”

“Sorry…”