“What do you mean? You’ve got this amazing scholarship for track and will be venturing out into the real world. You’re nothing like me. I barely scraped into college, and I’ve never done anything special to beremembered for. I have a feeling my adulthood is going to be just as average as my adolescence.”
I end the statement discouraged, looking down into my hands lying in my lap, twiddling with the folds of my dress. These thoughts have lingered in me for a while, but I haven’t yet had the courage to have this conversation with Ben or my parents. I’m surprised I was able to be this vulnerable with Jared.
His knuckle grazes my chin as he tilts my head up. He lifts his head off his arms, eyes boring deep into mine. Wow, I never noticed the multitude of gold specks in between the bright green of his irises. The colors blend to create a beautiful combination.
“You are anything but average, Charlotte. You can achieve anything you put your mind to. All it takes is setting a goal and being resilient enough to discipline yourself into doing all that it takes to reach that goal.”
I smile gratefully. He smirks back, his eyes slowly drifting down from my own to somewhere different. My mouth. I bite the inside of my lip, trying to contain the urge to turtle up.
The pulse between my thighs beckons to me, calling me to touch it, feel it, delve into the wetness of it. Heat sears my cheeks, forcing me to look away in case he can tell what’s happening.
He chuckles, releasing his knuckle from my chin and pushes off the car, standing up while keeping his hands on the car door through the open window.
“My parents always preached that anecdote to me, and I believe that’s one of the reasons I’ve been so successful here. Even though they were a little harsher than most, it taught me that if I want something, I can get it if I work hard enough. It’s all about mastering your mind and body.”
He pauses and peers up at the sky. “Sorry to get all life coachy,” he says, looking back at me as he rubs the back of his neck. “If you ever want any tips on motivation or finding what you want to do, let me know. I’d be more than happy to help you.”
Why’s he so eager to help me? Does he really mean it?
“Thanks for the coaching moment and offer, Jared. I may just take you up on that sometime, but I gotta get home. I’ll catch ya tomorrow.”
A deep rumble drowns out the last of my sentence, pulling my attention to the road.
NO FREAKING WAY.
Ecstasy is tied to that man and his bike. I could spot him anywhere. It’s the biker boy!Holy shit! Does he live around here then?
Everything else in the world turns black as my sights pull him in. He slows down as he nears the school parking lot and in slow motion glances my way. My breathing grows faster, and I squeeze my thighs together, my body now trained to expect pleasure when he’s around. If only that dark visor lifted up for a moment, giving me something to confirm he’s real and I’m not hallucinating right now. But just like that, the motorcycle growls as he speeds off past the entrance and doesn’t look back.
“Charlotte? Charlotte…”
“Huh?” The rest of the world’s sounds return.
“You alright? You looked like you saw a celebrity or something. Did you know that guy?” He hooks his thumb over his shoulder where my fantasy just vanished from.
“Uh, no. Sorry. Just zoned out for a sec. Sorry,” I chuckle awkwardly as I grapple with my reality.
No way did I just see my secret obsession in real life. No freaking way.
“No worries. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay? Drive safe.”
And with that he turns and runs toward the track, ripping his shirt off in the process. I stare at him through my rear-view mirror, mesmerized by the muscles in his back moving in tune with those powerful legs of his. He’s not even in track shorts yet, why’d he take his shirt off? Did he remove his shirt for me?
I need to get out of here…
My parents are home, but I want it so badly, I’m willing to chance getting caught again. To make sure they can’t notice anything, I check the back of my dress in the side-view mirror of my car to make sure I haven’t soaked through it from how wet I am. The cloth looks dry, thank goodness. I chose not to wear underwear today for easy access in case I found time and felt up to pleasuring myself. Turns out, not wearing underwear is comfortable. Sounds like the commando way might be the way to go moving forward.
Their keyboard clacks echo from the dining room as they both furiously type away on their laptops. They must have a tight deadline to hit. Typically, when I find them in this condition it’s a bad idea to disturb them. So instead of saying hi, I give each of them a small side hug with a squeeze that’s returned with a small pat on my arm as acknowledgment.
Excitement builds as I dart up the stairs. This is perfect. There’s no way they’ll walk in on me with how engrossed they are in work right now.
Discarding my phone on the bed, I sit in my chair, excitedly opening my laptop at last. The biker boy’s page on Xypher is still pulled up from last time. Oops. Icompletely forgot to close it out. I hope dad never came up here to snoop.
That thought almost sways me to not do what I’m about to do, but then I glance at all the videos again and decide, screw it. I quickly lock the door, making sure to keep the lights on this time so it doesn’t seem suspicious.
Satisfied I’m safe, I gravitate toward the video of his arm and hand again. Veins clearly bulge out on his forearm and the back of his hand when he flexes. As he keeps his fist in a ball to show his strength, it makes me wonder how all that strength would feel inside me.
My fingers slide under my dress, ruffling up the lower half and letting it rest on my upper thighs. Two fingers trace along the inside of my thigh as I imagine they’re his teasing me and grazing against my skin but not entering right away.
