Bob soon gave up, clicking to the music channel and tossing the remote control onto the couch beside him. "TV sucks." He asserted, glancing at Timber beside him.
Her hair was waving lightly around her ears, haphazardly tucked behind them. The tiny bun of thin locks behind her head dropped from the light blue elastic, more pieces of downy escaping on the back of her neck. Her eyes remained glued to the television as she seemed in some sort of reverie, failing to notice his close study. Bob grinned. If she knew he was looking at her, she would cower with embarrassment, but with her unaware, he was allowed to gawk all he wanted. Her legs were really long, extended out onto the carpeting in a pair of dark but worn in jeans. He immediately took note that these jeans were extremely long, seeming to fit her stilts perfectly, even providing extra length to cover her heels. Most of her pants rode up her ankles. This caused him to smirk even more. His best friend was a giraffe.
She also donned a small polo, in a dark green with a thick navy blue stripe across the chest, two narrower yellow stripes around it, and a bright red polo horseman embedded on the left breast. She did not button the three buttons for the collar. The size of the shirt made her appear scrawnier and longer than most of her clothing. When she had been standing up earlier, he had noticed the way her jeans sagged very low on her hips, showcasing the waste-band of Abercrombie and Fitch underpants. There was also a sliver of skin between that and her shirt, causing the shirt to appear as if it had shrunk awkwardly. But, as Bob thought further into it, the shirt was the proper length, it was most likely just the low-rising pants. Nevertheless, the ensemble caused her otherwise short and shapeless torso to appear longer and leaner with the gentlest swell of hips, even though she had none. He nodded. It most certainly did.
He watched her face for a moment, smiling to himself. She had a strange exotic look. Most likely due to her heritage, he surmised. Her lips weren't shiny that day. He had taken note that she often wore a substance on them that made them appear to be wet. Her lips weren't chapped, but smooth and very plush, slightly wrinkled from their fullness. They looked as they did as soon after she brushed her teeth at night; water logged. His lips did that too. They became very juicy... it was most likely from the minty-ness of the toothpaste. That was something to be pondered. What if he put toothpaste directly on his lips? Would they become plush and supple as they did when he brushed? Or did he have to brush the paste around to make it foamy before it worked it's magic? Maybe it was the water. Or it could very well be the combination... which meant that it was the foam. No... the foam was the water plus the toothpaste plus the saliva. So it could be the saliva. When he licked his lips a lot, they became soft eventually. It could be the saliva. Or all three. Thus, it would be the foam.
"What?" Timber asked, glancing over at him with an anxious expression on her face.
Bob snapped back into the moment. "What?" he asked.
"What?!" Timber squinted, not understanding him.
"What." He smirked.
"Okay, that's not a very fun game."
"What?"
"Sheeeeeeut uuuuup." she dismissed with a grin, turning back to the television.
Bob chuckled, leaning back into the couch. Timber scooted closer to him and smiled. He scooted closer to her until their shoulders were mashed together. She scooted towards him, not really getting anywhere, but succeeding in digging her right shoulder into his left one. Bob draped his leg over her nearest thigh. She draped her opposite leg over the pile this caused. He put his other leg on top.
She poked him. He swung his hand lightly, playfully hitting her in the chest.
Timber reflexively flinched, her arms going up to guard her now painful nubs of breast. Bob's grinned, realizing what he had done.
"Did I do some illegal boobie touching?" he asked, still smirking.
"A little bit." She replied sarcastically.
"Sorry man." he responded.
Timber just shook her head dismissively. A moment later, she smiled. "Hey Bob." She stated, catching his attention.
"What up." He asked casually, watching a Jennifer Lopez music video and transfixed.
"Remember our deal." Timber stated, her smile growing to a mischievous grin.
"What deal?" he asked, still not looking away from Jennifer Lopez.
Timber pushed his shoulder. "You said that if you did illegal boobie touching, I could have a little... retaliation. 'Member?" she asked.
Bob finally met her eyes. "What?" he asked.
"You remember." She smiled, her eyes fluttering downward before returning to meet his two wholesome orbs.
Bob threw his head back and laughed. "Oh yeah! I remember!" he chuckled, turning back to the TV.
Timber sat back for a moment, watching Jennifer dancing while green lasers flashed prismatically from behind her.
"So..." Bob spoke up. "Do you want to...?"
Timber's heart tightened in her chest, speeding up so she could hear it just inside her ears. "What?!" she asked, trying to have him repeat himself in case she had heard incorrectly.
Bob shrugged, picking the remote control back up and holding it in his hands after untangling his legs from hers. "I mean, if you want to... it's fair. I touched you, you can if you want."
She could not fight the smile on her face and sat forward to catch his full, undivided attention. "Are you serious?" she asked, her perfectly straight teeth showing as she smiled.
Bob stared at her teeth for a moment, remembering the irrelevant fact that she had a cross-bite that was not very noticeable unless she pointed it out.
"I mean... can I really..." she trailed off, looking back down at his crotch.
Bob looked her in the eye. "Well I'm not going to force you, but if you want to, then okay."
"Seriously? Can I?" she asked intensely.
Bob looked at her once more, his eyebrows drooping in a slightly bored fashion as he granted her permission for what seemed like the fiftieth time.
Timber bit into her lip and looked down at him once more. "How do you... um... want it?" she asked carefully.
"What?" Bob asked, his eyes narrowing in confusion.
"How do I do it?" she came out and asked, becoming a kid in an all-too-great candy store. "I mean... do I poke it? Grab it?"
Bob sputtered a chuckle. "Well... as long as you don't kick it I'm okay."
Timber giggled girlishly. "Yay, I get to touch a penis today. I've never touched one before." She gushed. "Where is it?" she asked.
Bob looked back to her from the TV and raised an eyebrow. "Between my legs. At least, that's where it was the last time I checked."
Timber giggled again, biting into her lip to keep it at bay. "No, I mean... like... where are the... you know's... and then the you know."
"They're kind of in the same place... you know?" he explained.
She nodded. "Okay. I'm going to touch it now."
Sucking in a silent breath, Timber pointed out her index finger and narrowed in on Bob's crock with it poised. He didn't seem to flinch as she got close, he merely watched her hand move in on him. She paused for a moment before giving the slight bulge in his baggy pants a poke and retracting her hand with a series of giggles.
"That's so weird!" she exclaimed. "It's like... soft... kinda. Like... squishy... but not."
Bob chuckled. "You're such a little girl sometimes." He commented. "That was meant in the most adoring way."
Without warning, she poked it again and Bob looked down in surprise.
"Okay... that was random." He said smirking.
Timber bit into her lip and touched his crotch area again, this time placing a cupped palm over it. She was amazed by the way it felt so firm, yet humanly soft at the same time. She was immediately excited as her mind created possible scenarios involving her best friend and his privates.
Bob grinned at her, rolling his eyes playfully. "Are you going to do this every time I touch your boobs?" he asked.
"Eh-ehmm."
Both Bob and Timber looked toward the source of this sound, only to see Carmen standing in the doorway from the foyer.
"Good job Bob! Way to help me recite this poem I knew about boobie touching and... Bravo! I'll be ready for that play... Yeah! And after he said that, the girl went, 'No. Not every time you touch my boobs'... but then... ummm... he went..." Timber stammered, trying to negate the comment Carmen had most likely just heard.
Bob shook his head chuckling.
"And then she went... ummm..." Timber suddenly paused, her eyes going wide as she threw her left hand across her chest and began to pat at her right shoulder frantically, throwing her entire body into the hysterical movements. "Dear God! This parachute is a knapsack!!!" Timber exclaimed, jumping up from the couch and running the other way through to the kitchen.
Bob guffawed, still focused on the television, not particularly wanting to see his girlfriend, let alone to perturbed look on her face.
"What the fuck is going on?" Carmen demanded, hands clamping to her hips.
Bob looked up. "Nothing." He shrugged.
"Cut the crap Bob!" she shouted, her green eyes flashing with pure irritation.
* * *
"I've tried to pretend it wasn't happening for a long time now, but this... this is beyond something I can ignore!" Carmen exclaimed.
Timber winced. "Shit, she's mad."
"Yeah she's mad." Clint put in, picking at a peanut butter and grape jelly sandwich Kelly had made for him.
He stood close behind Timber against the wall next to the archway to the living room. Shaggy-haired Ben tiptoed over and squeezed next to Clint, Dave following suit.
"I just don't think I can deal with it Bob! You're either sleeping with her or touching her, or wrestling, or... cuddling with her ---"
Bob voice came calm. "Carmen... chillax man. Seriously." He advised, trying to soothe her irritation.
"No Bob! I'm not going to chill out! This really bothers me okay?!" Carmen exclaimed. "It really does!"
"Uh-oh... an argument's going to start in like two seconds." Clint whispered.
"An argument has already begun." Ben snickered.
"What'd you do?" Dave asked, reaching around Clint to poke Timber's side.
She jumped in surprised, turning to him and shrugging innocently. "Nothing."
"Quit eavesdropping!" Kelly hissed at the other four.
"Shhh! This is getting good!" Ben whispered back.
"I don't like this at all! You spend ALL of your time with her! I'm your girlfriend! You should be doing all those things with ME!!!" Carmen continued to rant and rave, waiting for him to provide a legitimate response.
"Carmen, just chill okay? I don't get why you're so suddenly pissed off! Timber and I are really close, you know that." Bob reminded her, pragmatic in his speech.
Timber smiled to herself.
"Have you ever thought how your 'closeness' with her would make me feel?" Carmen asked, her voice dripping with aching emotions. "Bob, you tell her you love her all the time."
"I do!" Bob exclaimed. "She's my best friend Carmen! I mean... that's just the way it is. I tell Clint I love him all the time too... are you going to get pissed about that? What about with Dave and Scott? My mom! What about my mom? Geez, it's not that big of a deal."
He was apparently growing annoyed.
"Yes it fucking is a big deal Bob!" Carmen flared up again. "If you can tell everyone you love them so easily, then what about me? Huh? I'm your girlfriend! She's your friend. Yet, you guys share gum from each others mouths... and share clothes... and sleep together... and here she is touching your dick?! Is there something going on with you too?"
"You touched his dick?!" Dave, Clint, and Ben hissed at Timber in wide-eyed unison.
Timber's eyes went equally as wide as she turned to them. "We were talking and then I... well it was like this... you see I... it wasn't his dick really... I was looking for something in his pockets and... Dear God! It's still a knapsack!" she exclaimed intensely, swatting at her back again before turning away from them when more shouts came from the next room.
"Quit being paranoid Carmen."
"Am I being paranoid? Or am I exposing something?"
"Fine! I love you Carmen. There, I said it. Now chill out."
"No! That's not the point Bob! I hate it how you are with her. Do you... do you have feelings for her?"
"No! Geez! No!!! I have feelings for YOU. You're my girlfriend Carmen. You have nothing to feel threatened about okay? Nothing. I don't think about Timber like that. She's my buddy... that's it. So STOP freaking out."
Timber bit into her lip, pulling back from the door and sighing softly. "Wow. This is boring." She lied, walking to the kitchen table and sitting down, trying to mask her hurt. Her speck of hope had just died.
"No, I think it might get good." Clint said, moving into Timber's previous spot right beside the door.
"That's it? Is that it?" Carmen questioned, not backing down. "Then show me. Show me that I have nothing to worry about."
"Ughhhhhhhh... Carmen."
"Show me Bob!"
"If you're asking me to stop being friends with her you're not going to get your way Carmen."
"I'm not asking you to stop being her friend, I'm asking you to stop all this bullshit. Friends don't do what you two do! Anyone would think she's your... your girlfriend!"
"Carmen! Are you listening to yourself? You're being a spazz! Chill okay! Timber and I are strictly friends. That's all we've ever been. And I see nothing wrong with the way things are now!"
There was a pause before Carmen's calm voice came in.
"Then maybe I should give you some time to think about it." She said coldly.
Clint paused for a moment, preserving the silence until he heard the front door open then slam.
"Damn. That blows." Ben commented, straying from the group by the door.
"Shit! He's coming in here!" Clint hissed, and the others quickly dispersed from the door, gathering around the table except for Kelly, who was still making sandwiches.
Bob walked in a moment later, stopping in the doorway when all eyes shot to him. "I guess you guys heard that. She's totally bugging."
"Talk about old skool." Timber muttered, mocking his terminology. "That's so wiggity-wiggity-wack!" she teased.
"I know. How played out is that?" Ben played along, smirking. "She NOT a true mack-daddy. I was like 'what-EVER girlfriend!'" he added, using the thumbs and index fingers of both his left and right hand to form a W shape.
"Sike!" Clint put in, causing Ben and Timber to erupt in giggles.
Kelly shook her head. "Well you have to admit Bob..." she trailed off, disregarding her other three friends.
"Admit what?" Bob asked, having no clue what his friend was talking about.
"I mean... she has a reason to be pissed. You and Timber get a little too close."
"Yeah, really." Clint muttered, not saying anything when Ben leaned down and took a bite off his sandwich, right around where the eldest triplet had bitten before.
"We do not!" Bob exclaimed. "You guys are dorks."
Kelly continued as if he had said nothing. "You know, Carmen did say that she thought Timber was the reason you weren't sleeping with her."
"What?!" Bob narrowed his eyes at the ludicrousness of such a statement. "That's such bullshit! I'm not sleeping with her because I don't want to. It has nothing to do with Timber or anyone else. God, she can piss me off so much sometimes. She's all paranoid..." He slumped down at the table between Ben and Dave.
"Hey, if you had to choose between going out with her and being friends with Timber, who would you choose?" Dave asked, sharing the other half of his eldest triplet's sandwich with his best friend.
Timber shook her head. "Don't answer that in front of me."
"Don't worry Tim, I'm not going to loose the best friendship of my life for anything." He stated firmly. "I mean, I like Carmen, but honestly... I probably shouldn't be telling you guys this."
Timber was silent, gazing down at the tabletop and running her fingers over the polished surface.
"But I mean..." Bob continued. "Carmen and I... it's so different. I think friendship is much better than relationships. As you can see, a relationship has so much maintenance involved. And girls think they get pressured for sex? I'm making up excuses not to be alone with her lest she try to rape me or something! What part of 'no' isn't as clear as it sounds? Man, I'm so pissed right now!"
"Don't be pissed, have a sandwich." Kelly offered, carrying a grape jam and peanut butter sandwich to him on a sheet of paper towel.
"Thanks Kelly. You're my inspiration." Bob commented distractedly, his brow furrowed with confusion.
"I'm going over to Carmen's. I think she could use a friend too." Kelly continued, washing her hands off in the sink. "I'll see you guys later."
"Bye Kelly, thanks for the sandwiches!" Clint grinned.
"Yeah Kels, see ya." Ben put in, watching Clint delicately finish his half of sandwich.
"Dude, this sucks." Bob muttered. "I can't believe she's doing this."
"Well Bob, you did seem to like her a whole lot more in the earlier stages. Now she's kinda getting phased out." Dave pointed out.
"Yeah, because all she wants is sex." Bob responded, ripping off a piece of sandwich and popping it into his mouth. He noticed Timber was watching. "You want half?" he offered.
She shook her head. "No thanks."
"Yeah right, have some." He forced.
"No. I don't like peanut butter." Timber countered.
"You don't like anything." Bob commented. "You're so picky. Your diet consists of popcicles, tic-tacs, and gum. That's pretty sad."
"Weren't you starting to say something a minute ago?" Timber asked, rolling her eyes.
Bob shook his head, returning to the previous topic. "Yeah, I mean, when Carmen became all about sex, it's really a turn off; the fact that she won't take 'no' for an answer. Now, if she really liked me, then she would accept my 'no' and not keep pushing me. Scott accepted Angela's no."
"Scott was like head over heels for Gie." Dave pointed out.
"See!" Bob wagged a finger it his brother. "If Carmen really loved me like she said she did, she would wait. Just like Scott did Angela."
Timber just nodded at his logic.
"So wait..." Ben began, hands palm-down on the table top. "Tell me again why you DON'T want to have sex with a girl who is basically begging you for it."
Bob shrugged, swallowing his bite of sandwich. "I just don't." he replied calmly.
"Yeah, but why not?" Ben asked.
"There's no 'why not.' I just don't."
"Okie-dokie." Ben nodded. "So..." he trailed off.
"I got some new jeans!" Timber exclaimed. "They're Abercrombie, so they're actually really, really long. I got a size long." She continued. "I love these jeans. They're so nice!"
"Yeah, I noticed those. They are really nice." Bob smiled.
There was a moment of quiet.
"I'm going to tell Jeanine that I love her today." Dave put in. "I'm going to ask her to be my girlfriend."
Bob nearly choked on his sandwich and Clint's eyes bugged out.
"REALLY?!!?!" the twins asked of their brother in unison.
"Well I thought I went to China but I went to the pancake house... my jeans pale in comparison to that." Timber undertoned.
"Well it's about Damned Time." Ben stated.
"I really love her." Dave smiled. "I always have... I mean, Angela... that was just infatuation. Jeanine... this is different. The truth is that I didn't even think of her liking me, then when she said she did... I realized that I do too, so I'm going to tell her."
"Is that what you guys talked about when you left the other night?" Timber asked.
"Yeah, not in so many words. She was kinda pissed." Dave chortled. "But today... I'm going to tell her. I'm really nervous. I mean... this is... real." He smiled blissfully.
"Good for you Dave. You go for it." Bob smiled, reaching over and patting Dave on the back. "I hope it works out. She's really perfect for you."
Dave beamed, wringing his hands together. "I know. The more I think about it, the more I think about how right it is."
Scott chose that moment to steal into the kitchen, wearing a pair of rustic but nice jeans and a semi-tight black tee shirt. He was glowing with cleanliness, his shaggy blonde hair possessing the un-done look he spent hours perfecting. He smiled. "Hola amigos. What's going on in here?"
The five at the table were clearly stunned by his presence, let alone his presentable appearance.
"Hey Scott, how are you?" Timber asked, tapping her fingers on the table while the others ate their sandwiches.
"I'm... spectacular." Scott smiled, testing out the rarely used word.
"Where're you going?" Bob asked, noticing his brother had pocketed the keys to his father's Expedition.
"Out to seek my fortune." Scott smiled pleasantly. "See you guys later." He announced grandiosely, exiting by the side door and leaving the others baffled.
* * *
He rarely visited that place, most definitely not alone, but Scott found himself in front of a solid brick house only a few blocks from his own. He smirked, parking on the street and just staring at it for a moment. This was the point of no return. Catching his reflection in the rear-view mirror, he smirked. The thrill was tantalizing.
He hopped out of the large vehicle and shut the driver's-side door, locking it as reflex with the remote on the key chain before dropping the keys back in the pocket of his snug jeans.
"Ahhhh, beautiful day." He commented, looking up at the blue sky and smiling. The birds twinkled with sound, reviving the stillness of the day between breezes, and giving Scott reason to sigh in bliss.
He jogged up the front walk lined in brightly hued flowers, taking the few steps in minimal leaps, and ending up on the front porch where he attempted to knock. The door opened before he could do so.
"Oh, hey." Chris, a slightly altered version of her younger sister, said insouciantly.
"Hey, is Jen in?" Scott asked pleasantly, not able to help himself. It was going to be a good day; he had decided that a long time before.
"Living room, go ahead." Chris responded, passing him on her way down the front porch.
Scott paused in surprise. He wondered how anyone could possibly be so grim on such a great day. "Thanks!" he called, entering the cool house and shutting the door behind him.
There was a lack of light inside, the sun being blocked off by the thin curtains that were pulled over every window. He paused in the foyer, mentally calculating his next move. It had been a while since he had been to Jeanine's house, and he honestly could not remember his way from point A to point B.
Then he heard the music.
He couldn't quite place to sound floating from somewhere inside, but he guessed the source was a string instrument, not possibly the guitar, narrowing down his options. Perhaps a violin, or possibly a viola... he wasn't very learned as far as classical instruments went.
Scott was careful not to allow his boots to tread too heavily on the tiles as he progressed down the hallway that lead towards the back of the house, branching into other rooms along the way. The music grew louder, sailing slowly with his veins and he closed his eyes in order to absorb the beautiful sound. He suddenly began to appreciate the classical music he was bearing witness to; it was quite beautiful, or possibly the reality of it all was what he found so disarming.
The soles of his shoes against the white tiles were lost in the strains of Mozart. He hugged himself towards the wall, nearing the entranceway to the room where the wonderful sound was most powerful. He paused a moment before slowly peeking past the molding only to see the object of his interest seated on a low stool with her back to him. She sat before a silver music stand, her legs spread wide with what looked like an oversized violin between them. Scott recognized the instrument as a cello.
Her hair was wavy, hanging down her back and brushing the pale grey fabric of her thin, zippered hoodie as she swayed to the music, her eyes most likely closed. She was wearing a navy blue skirt that fell back on her thighs, providing more space for the instrument she appeared to be making love to, with the gentle cry it produced. Scott bit into his lip, his eyes tracing her tanned legs down to the bare toes. Remorse for this action never crossed his mind.
"Eh-ehm." He cleared his throat as the last note of music faded and Jeanine reached out to turn the pages of music.
She whirled around in surprise, even more surprised to see him there. "Whoa, Scott... when did you come?" she asked, standing up immediately and letting her skirt fall back over her thighs. She further zipped her hoodie's zipper from its halfway-up position, tousling her hair with her hands. "I'm a mess." She commented, shaking her head slightly.
His eyes deliberately swept over her body and he smiled. "You look fine from here." He commented insinuatingly.
Jeanine shied away under his roaming eyes.
"I had no idea you played an instrument... let alone so amazingly well." He continued.
Jeanine just shrugged modestly. "What can I do for you Scott?" she asked, choosing not to respond to his comment.
Scott shrugged, entering the room completely. His skills were rusty after being in hibernation for over a year. His lower lip stuck out into a slight, natural looking pout. "I just wanted to talk about... what happened." He said solemnly, trying to lay it on thick.
One year was a long time but he still had it.
Jeanine looked towards the floor, frowning slightly at even the memory. Hesitantly, she lugged her cello towards its case and put it away carefully, crouching with her back to him. "How're you doing anyway?" she threw over her shoulder.
"Jeanine, I didn't come to talk about me. I'll be okay. It's you I'm worried about." Scott stated, approaching her.
When she stood, she turned around only to come face to face with him. He touched her arm with the fingertips of his right hand and she shivered.
"Wh-why me?" she faltered, her voice only a whisper in such a delicate position.
Scott shook his head gently, sliding his hand up her arm to her shoulder. "Jeanine, it's no secret. I know how you feel about Dave." He informed her. "... and it must hurt like hell to find out that he slept with someone else."
Jen swallowed thickly, moving away from him and flowing into the kitchen via the doorway a few steps behind her. Scott gritted his teeth and followed. She was at the refrigerator with the doors splayed when he entered.
"I'll be fine Scott. Nothing I haven't dealt with before." She casually stated, not turning to face him as the cold air from the large box hit her skin.
Scott nodded, knowing she couldn't see him, but understanding her. "It sucks... doesn't it." He commented, having the strangest feeling, gauging her reactions to his advances, that this would be much easier than he initially thought.
"Yes. It does." Jeanine said frankly, still masking her face by pretending to look for something to eat.
"I mean..." Scott trickled around the island counter with a dark green marble counter top. "At first I was just... I was so hurt..." he said vehemently, running his fingertips over the flawless surface. "I felt like my heart was being... torn in two." His heart did in fact ache a little as he talked about it.
Hearing something she so closely identified with was more than she could ignore. Jeanine closed the refrigerator door and turned to face Scott. He stared back at her, noticing she wasn't wearing any make-up whatsoever, but she still looked amazingly beautiful. He rarely saw her hair so wavy and fluffy and wanted to tangle his fingers in it. At that moment, he realized just how deep his desire for her went and he was willing to let it get the best of him.
"And now?" she asked gently, her thick lips parted just slightly.
Scott sighed slowly. "Now?" he reiterated, raising his eyebrows to shake the reality of the conversation from his proximity lest he expose any wounds. "Now, I just want to make it go away. Everything. I want to hurt them... both of them... because..." he smirked despite himself. "As evil as this sounds... that will make me feel better. To get even. That will help me get over this."
Jeanine nodded, not flinching even as he began to narrow in the few steps between them.
"... I want to settle the score." He continued, pointedly.
She nodded slowly, transfixed by the greyness of his eyes.
"What about you?" he inquired in a breathy whisper, towering above her.
She was not intimidated, much to her surprise. She seemed in a daze as she nodded again, then blushed slightly, realizing he had not asked a yes-or-no question. "I want to make them feel... the way I felt..." she murmured. "Hurt... cheated..."
"Yes..." Scott touched her arm again, testing the durability of her emotions when he graced her skin. "Then let's..." he whispered.
He slowly, torturously so, tilted his head, moving his face towards her, aiming to kiss her. Jeanine watched him, as if it were happening to someone else and she was an apathetic passerby. Positions shifted when her eyes closed slightly and she prepared to be kissed by the man she had secretly fantasized about from time to time. She felt an intense feeling of lust as his breath tickled her chin, the warmth of his lips radiating towards her.
He did not ask for permission, but his lips were so incredibly soft and plush as they gently pressed against hers that she was ignited in tiny fires all over. He opened his mouth slightly, sucking onto her lips and giving her a taste of his wetness. His fingers slipped over her jaws, cupping them as he guided her mouth the way he wanted to kiss her. In a warm wave, he opened his lips completely and she followed him, feeling his tongue surge forth into her mouth. She whimpered aloud, her hands tentatively resting against his hips, showing him that she was eager.
I never made it as a wise man; I couldn't cut it as a poor man stealing...
He thrust her body back against the refrigerator doors. He needed this. This was what would cure him. He had to forget. He needed something to ease the pain. He was overwhelmed by so many feelings at that moment, that he needed a release, somewhere to let these feelings roam. He knew just what would do the trick; he knew exactly how to rid himself of his emotions...
Tired of living like a blind man; I'm sick of sight without a sense of feeling...
Their kiss was broken for only a moment for both to gasp for air. Scott looked into her face and saw a different girl. He saw Jeanine.
And this is how you remind me... this is how you remind me of what I really am. This is how you remind me of what I really am...
His lips crushed against hers once more and she willingly opened her mouth again for him to assault her with his tongue. Her arms encircled his neck as his lowered dangerously on her hips, pushing them back against the refrigerator as his hands dropped down her thighs over the fabric of her skirt. He twisted her lips downward as he crouched to collect the hem of navy blue fabric just above her knees, slipping his hands underneath and trailing up the smoothness of her legs, feeling at her hip for the hem of her panties.
"I want to eat you." He panted, his lips ravaging her cheek... jaw... neck.
It's not like you to say sorry; I was waiting on a different story... This time I'm mistaken, for handing you a heart worth breaking...
Jeanine gasped, feeling him tugging at her underwear. He didn't even get them completely off her backside before his right hand slid down her front, touching her underneath and feeling the slippery pool she was exuding, staining the cotton of her panties in a warm puddle.
He rubbed at her fleshy undersides, slowly inserting a finger while his left hand struggled to rid her of her underwear. She swished her hips, trying to aid him by slithering out of them. He disengaged from her mouth and lowered to his knees, slipping the black cotton from around her ankles. Looking up at her, he licked his lips, his eyes dark and alluring. Her chest heaved in anticipation. He pushed her feet apart on the cold tile and she leaned back against the refrigerator, using it as support as he draped her right leg over his shoulder for better access.
...and I've been wrong, I've been down, to the bottom of every bottle; these five words in my head scream 'are we having fun yet?'
"Unghhh... oh my GOD!" Jeanine cried out, clawing at the slippery front of the refrigerator in efforts to relief the bubble of passion within her stomach. She followed this exclamation with a series of whimpers, her face contorting painfully as she experienced his lips; the bliss she had dreamed about since she had laid eyes upon them.
He rose to his feet, smiling at her as she slowly opened her eyes. They smoldered with rapture. He gripped her hips again, knowing for certain that she was at his whim, aching for relief, begging him for it with her stare. He guided her limp body towards the counter, shoving her back against it and eliciting a pained moan from her lips as she still tried to recover from where he had her suspended, not having granted her with the quickly impending orgasm.
He forced his lips upon hers again and she pleaded him for all he had to offer, tunneling her fingers in her hair and egged on by the prospect of doing something devious. Scott gripped her wrist, guiding her hand downward to where he wanted attention. She complied, clutching him through his jeans and rubbing her palm over the protuberance she found there. He kissed her harder as he stiffened, lacing his fingers through her waves of hair, his tugs bordering on animalistic as he moaned against her lips.
It's not like you didn't know that... I said I love you and I swear I still do...
She slipped her hands under his tee-shirt, feeling him up over her chest, testing the softness of his skin, then the sturdiness of his body as he was flattened against her. He pulled back from her, catching her tongue between his lips and sucking long and hard before fully detaching.
"My turn." He informed her, hastily tugging down the zipper of her hooded shirt. There was nothing but tanned skin in the two inches of space exposed.
...and it must have been so bad. 'Cause living with me must have damned near killed you...
Jeanine bit into her swollen lower lip, watching him watching her. She was paralyzed by fear of his scrutinizing eyes. This game seemed to be progressing farther than she had initially imagined. Little did she know what his thoughts were.
He was thinking that maybe if he fucked Jeanine in that moment, he could alleviate the pain of a year crumbling over his joints.
... and this is how you remind me... of what I really am. This is how you remind me, of what I really am...
With a Herculean strength she could not recognize, he took her by her hips and lifted her so she sat with a thump on the counter top. He pressed her back, pushing her shirt open to see her bare breasts waiting for him, caramel colored nipples pert. Her back arched, he kissed her all over her chest, her moaning, him undoing his jeans... With one hand, he reached into his front left pocket and took out a small green wrapper, removing his lips from her skin long enough to tear it with his teeth.
Hearing the plastic crinkling, Jeanine looked up at him through lazy, bedroom eyes, instantly snapping into realization.
It's not like you to say sorry, I was waiting on a different story. This time I'm mistaken, for handing you a heart worth breaking...
"Scott... what are you doing?" she breathed.
He pacified her by planting little kisses on her lips. "It's okay." He whispered. "I'll be gentle."
"Scott... no... please..." Jeanine breathed, tipping her head back as he adorned her neck with more soft, pecking kisses, eventually opening his mouth and nibbling on her skin, his breath garbled along the surface.
The swollen tip of his cock peeked out through his undone jeans. Scott held her close with one hand, standing between her legs, which dangled off the edge of the counter. He used the other hand to lower his boxer shorts and pants to just below his heavy sac.
I've been wrong, I've been down, to the bottom of every bottle. These five words in my head scream 'are we having fun yet?'
"Scott, I can't." Jeanine gasped, still tantalized by the feeling of being so sexually aroused.
Her words were ineffective; he wasn't even listening. What she was saying was not important. He slipped the condom over his head, unrolling it down his shaft and gripping himself at the base where it ended. He stepped closer to the counter, pressing himself against the area between her open legs, his head touching the wetness between her pink folds.
Never made it as a wise man... couldn't cut it as a poor man stealing, and this is how you remind me... this is how you remind me...
Jeanine held him back with her hand firmly on his chest. "Scott, don't. We can't." she said quietly, as if someone were lurking elsewhere in the house when in actuality, they were the only two present.
Scott buried his face in her neck, frustrated but trying not to let it show. "After what he did to you..." he whispered intimately. "After what they did to us... We owe it to them..."
He advanced upon her again, but she did not deny him. She gripped the edge of the counter, sitting up as straight as she could with him leaning over her, trying to press her supine on the countertop.
This is how you remind me of what I really am... this is how you remind me of what I really am...
"Will you stop... if it hurts?" she asked softly, trying to find his eyes which were pointedly aimed away from her face.
"Yeah, yeah baby, of course." He murmured, not listening to her as he gripped his now throbbing prick and pressed it between her folds.
She bit her lip, her grip on the edge of the counter tightening. He pushed her right leg open even more to spread her further. His head found her tight hole almost right away and he pushed against it, sliding inside her slowly and feeling her break against him, making it easier for him to insert the remainder of his meat.
This is how you remind me of what I really am... this is how you remind me of what I really am...
"Scott!" she cried out, clutching his upper arm with a trembling hand as she bit her lip to keep from screaming.
He slipped back out of her part way before thrusting inside her again, ignoring her stifled whimpers, ignoring her presence altogether. This wasn't about her, this was about him and quelling the pain he still felt, even as he tried to pretend it wasn't there.
It's not like you to say sorry, I was waiting on a different story... This time I'm mistaken, for handing you a heart worth breaking...
Jeanine tried to endure this new sensation for what seemed like an impossible length of time, keeping her cries at bay. But his pace seemed to quicken rapidly and she felt lightheaded with pain.
"Scott, please stop." She whispered, wrapping her arm fully around his neck and hugging him close.
His hands held her thighs and jerked them towards him as he thrusted into her.
"Please... stop!" Jeanine cried, the tears staining her cheeks.
"What?" he mumbled, not listening to her.
...and I've been wrong, I've been down to the bottom of every bottle... these five words in my head scream 'are we having fun yet?'
"It hurts..." Jeanine whispered. "It hurts so much Scott... please..." she cried. "Stop, please!" she begged.
"I'll... I'll go slower..." he muttered restlessly, dropping a sloppy kiss on her cheek as he slowed his pace for a few moments, picking up again almost right away.
"Stop! God... Scott! Stop!" she started sobbing against his shoulder, dampening his tee-shirt.
"It's okay..." he breathed, panting into her hair as he relished the scent that was so different than Angela's.
Yeah, yeah... are we having fun yet...
"It hurts..." Jeanine whispered. "It hurts..."
"I'll go slower..." he muttered, not processing the words that were coming out of her mouth; not taking care to choose the ones that came from him. "I promise... I'll go slower."
"Ugnhh, God... it hurts... please!" Jeanine pleaded, still holding him close, digging her fingers into the flesh of his back. "Please..." Her eyes were shut painfully and she began to whimper.
"I'm almost done." He told her gruffly, wishing she would just shut the fuck up.
"You promised..." she sobbed. "Please! Ugnhh... Please!"
She released him, dropping back and resting her hands on the countertop behind her. He continued to hammer into her, pulling out until just his head was inside her, then filling her to the hilt, his force so hard that his balls slapped her underside furiously.
His eyes were squeezed shut, as if he didn't want to see her.
Yeah, yeah... are we having fun yet...
Scott gave a final, beastly grunt, shuddering his hips in tiny jerks as cum shot from his cock and filled the light green condom. His fingertips dug into her skin as an orgasm exploded through his body. Then it was over.
He let go of her hips, his hands holding onto the counters edge to steady himself. He was careful not to look at her as he slid out of her swollen womanhood, removing the condom from his shrinking member. He reached behind her and tore a sheet of paper-towel off the rack, wrapping it around the used contraceptive. Figuring she wouldn't want it, he stuffed it back into his jeans pocket, tugging them back up and tucking himself in.
She bit her lip furiously, afraid to cry in front of him.
He finally looked up at her face, his glance fleeting when he saw the tears staining her flushed skin.
"I'll... uh... see you later." Scott mumbled, walking out on her.
Yeah, yeah... Are we having fun yet?
He rushed down the hallway, trying to make sense of what he had just done, but finding that impossible. He swung open the front door, aiming to flee the house, but stopping short when nearly met with his younger brother's knuckles.
"What are you doing here?" Dave asked, purely confused. "I saw the car outside... what's going on?" he demanded.
Scott plastered on his glib smile and reached down to zip his fly, which he had neglected to take care of a few moments prior. "Just taking care of business." He smirked, pushing past his adversary, but pausing halfway off the porch.
Scott turned back to Dave who stood frozen in the doorway. "I uh, warmed her up for ya." He commented with a smirk, continuing down the porch and running for the Expedition.
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