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I reached behind for her soft hands, guiding her tiny fingers over mine, gently pulling them close around my waist. She hugged me so damn tight. I thought of this moment, I’d played it in my head thousands of times. I never thought it would happen, never thought I would feel her warmth, her breath and moving body. I was not on a bike, I was in fucking heaven.
“Your jacket’s freezing,” she shivered out with bated breath.
“Reach inside, it’s warm in there, I promise.” It might as well be cold, but in the interest of finding myself closer to her, it seemed like a damn good idea.
“I think so,” Julia squeezed even tighter, her chilled hands pierced through my pocket as she snuggled them into fists.
“Whatever you do, just hang on and don’t ever let go.” I said, an actual smile landed on my face. I didn’t mean to say it like I did, but it was true, and it slipped out. I didn’t care either way; it felt good to say it and even better to hear it.
I could feel her nod against my back, confirming the thought, squeezing tight as I revved off, peeling out into the cloudy cold day.
Downtown was close to where I lived, but I made sure to take the long way home. I thought she knew better too but ignored it. I’d like to think she enjoyed the ride. She didn’t know it yet, but this was an experience for me as well. Something new. I’d been riding for over a year now and had never had anyone sit behind. I was glad it was her, hugging me close, gripping my body. I revved harder throughout the ride, jolting us forward, allowing the wind to catch our breath. I think she liked it, the strong traveling vibrations of each twist of my handle. She would squeeze tighter, and I imagined the humming seat below her teasing her pussy with a buzz. Fuck, the thought was torture, and it drove me insane. I gave her one last tease, catching her indulgent smirk in my mirror. I couldn’t wait to get her home.
The long driveway was tucked away amongst a tunnel of trees, opening up to the quiet land where my home sat. The gray roof was now filled with orange leaves, popping like blots of paint amongst the white walls and porch that sat beneath. It was quiet, it always was.
My home was far enough away from everyone, lost in the tress, an oasis to the stars on a cloudless dark night. My piece of heaven. As we approached, we could hear Winston howling at the teal front door. I tried to block him as we entered, but his excitement was real as he pushed Julia over with love. His tail wagged wildly, banging against the frame of the door.
“He loves when he gets to see a gorgeous stranger.” Fuck, that sounded bad, as if gorgeous strangers were normal house guests of mine. I cringed a little, brushing back my hair as my nervous tick. “Shit, I didn’t mean it like that.”
“Yeah, sure.” She squinted her eyes.Smooth Nathan, real smooth.“Who’s this cutie?” She asked happily, bending over to scratch the back of his ears. He went nuts, licking her softly on the face. Winston lived rent free, ate my food, and now kissed my crush. I never thought I would envy my own dog.
“His name’s Winston, but I’m thinking of changing it to Spoiled.” She continued to scratch him as he rolled on his back, his eyes squinting in bliss at Julia’s baby talk. “Geez, you have this guy melting over you already, guess I’ve got quite the competition then.”
“You sure do,” she playfully said. She stood up and walked further into the living room. “He’s much cuter than you, too.” Jesus. The way she looked over her shoulder, with her gigantic eyes. Her fluttering lashes slowed as she sized me up head to toe, taking a deep breath as her gaze lingered around the bulge of my pants. I followed behind shamelessly staring at her beautiful round ass, tight in those jeans. If only I could sneak behind, to reach around and kiss her neck. I couldn’t help but imagine, slowly running my palm down to her waist, slipping off the top button of her jeans.
She reached for my hand to lead me into my living room to sit on the couch.
It’s not easy to stun me, yet here I was, quietly appreciating her body. Her wavy brown hair now fell to one side, as she stretched her neck to the left. Her gold earrings sat on her glowing skin, teasing the trail where I wished to kiss, to bite, to lick. My eyes followed my desires, indulging in the path of her loose green sweater, reminiscing of what I bore witness to once before. That night at the bar, her low-cut dress, those big breasts that now sat perky beneath, evoking my hunger for their release. Even now, lost in my imagination, I envisioned lifting her up against the wall, pinning her arms as she bites my lip. Surely, I’d gone mad, but I had certainly stared for far too long.
Fuck, her big doe eyes now pierced through my intentions. She had definitely caught me staring. She broke our silence, sparing me from the embarrassment as a smirk grew across the soft, light freckles above her cheeks. “You’ve got quite the place. How long have you been living here?” She asked curiously, her nose scrunched.
My bare walls painfully lacked personality; luckily, the massive windows provided art in their own way. I was in desperate need of a woman’s creative touch, and thank god, I now had a coffee table rather than the stack of boxes I had been using just weeks before.
“Since I moved here?” I scratched my head, flexing my biceps. Not too obviously, but I caught her peeking over at me. Game over for her. “I know it doesn’t look too great. Nobody would be able to tell it’s fall when they step into this place, but it’s comfortable for the two of us.” Winston laid between us as if he knew I talked about him.
She giggled, and it was nice to see her in good spirits. “Where you from anyway?” She asked innocently. These were the types of questions that came during a first date, which was funny considering we already had our first kiss, along with some orgasms over the phone. This wasn’t like your typical coffee shop first date, though the jitters were still there. This was when people either become lovers or just friends. Fuck me if I’d allow us to be friends. I may not have a choice in the matter, but I’d change her mind.
“From the great Windy City of Chicago.”
“No way, a city kinda like mine… Well, as you know, I’m here for the week, then I’ll head back, you know… with Robbie.” She shifted uncomfortably right after saying his name, immediately breaking our gaze.
“Heading home? Maybe you already are home.” I scoffed and pulled her chin back toward me, bringing our gazes to meet once again. Her blinking slowed down and her pupils dilated as she stared deeply into my eyes. I’d never make her feel like this, where she needed to find an escape, to find another man. I wouldn’t lie, I thought a picture of us would be the perfect first addition to these naked walls. “It’s hard to be home if you’re with the wrong people. Seems like you have people that care for you here, people like Eve... people like me.” Julia was quiet, just for a moment. Was it too much?
“Hey, do you have anything to drink? I could use some wine,” Julia asked, leaning forward to glance at my kitchen counters to her right.
“Unfortunately, I’m out.” I hesitated, and she might have picked up on it. Her face looked suspicious, as if I were only joking. Maybe not the best time to recount my drunken bar fights. Not necessarily a crowd pleaser with the ladies. Though, the realization of telling her loomed in my mind like a dark cloud. How would I even bring that up?
“I noticed you didn’t drink the other night.” Julia tilted her head to the side. “Are you totally over the whole drinking scene, because I wouldn’t blame you? It does get old. You overload on drinks, eat a chip or two, maybe three, and before you know it, you’re puking your guts out on the side of the road… Or, as you may know… in the middle of a crowded bar like me.” She giggled. “Those days can either be the best or the absolute worst time in hell.” Julia glanced up for a moment, as if she watched the memory unfold right above her.
While she talked, she went between a gleam and an inquisitive stare all in the same sentence. She was on to me, or at least this secret. Jane was the only woman who knew about my past, though it was easy to be open when you're paying them to listen.
“You’re quite observant.” I smiled at her. “Willie can get kinda crazy when he comes over, so I just don’t keep booze around anymore. You know what it’s like to have a rowdy friend, I’m sure.”Great, throwing Willie under the bus. Fantastic friend of the year award went to me.
“More than you know.” Julia’s small smile turned into a concerned thin line. Her eyebrows leaned inward as if something might have bothered her. Please god let me just get past this. “Ok but seriously, your house is so empty,” she laughed. “What’s up with this, there are no pictures of Winston even? That’s unacceptable, huh, Winston?” Of course, Winston found himself on her lap. Attention hog.
“What do you have in these boxes anyway? Doesn’t Winston get into them? They are just out there in the open.” She stood along with Winston as they walked to a pile of boxes that I kept in the corner.
I took a deep breath and sighed as I sat beside her. “I couldn’t tell ya. Honestly, it’s a lot of stuff from my old home.” It wasn’t just from my old home, it was my old life, the one with Emma. God, I wanted to take back my previous request, could we talk about my drinking instead?
