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I told him that I was feeling fine, which made him ask me if I wanted company while I was laying down. He wasn’t reading the room at all, or he was purposely being obtuse. I didn’t know which one it was, couldn’t even guess, but it was going to be okay.
“Sure.” I really didn’t know how else to respond and since I was still on edge about everything, I knew that it was better to see what happened next. Frank didn’t have anyone to be jealous of here, though I wanted to know why he was that way. I’d never thought that he would be that way when we wrote back and forth.
We were in my bed, clothes on, and I was looking up at the ceiling. He was looking at me. I looked over and Frank was staring back. I didn’t know what I was thinking, inviting him in here. “So, what was up with you earlier?” I finally asked. I should have let it go, but I couldn’t. We had always had open communication, so that’s what I needed now. I needed to know what in the world he was thinking, getting all weird like that.
“What do you mean?”
I scoffed. “You know what I mean. You are very jealous and we’re not even together.” I said finally, a bit annoyed that he was going to make me say it at all. To me, it was quite clear that he was acting out of the way with me.
Finally, he turned to me and looked down sheepishly. “Honestly, I am jealous and ever since Gary was looking at you that way, knew you so well, I realized that I know nothing about your love life. You could be dating someone, and I’d never know it. I think that it’s messing with my head a little bit if I am going to be completely forthwith. I see every guy as potentially the man that gets to touch you and honestly, I hate all of them.”
I was glad that I asked, even happier that he had been so honest. I did see his point and I knew that I’d been upset about him acting like he owned me, but there was just one part of me that knew he was being truthful. I wanted to let him know that I wasn’t with anyone, no one was touching me, and he immediately perked up.
“You really are single, as beautiful as you are?” He seemed surprised, but I was single most of the time. Dating was complicated, and I didn’t feel much of anything for the men I was around. It was becoming clear that Frank pulled at my strings more than most. I wanted to ease his worry and I’d never felt that feeling so strongly before.
“I have been single for a long while. You know that. I have told you about the few dates I was on.”
He really looked at me then, his eyes holding mine captive and I was so uncomfortable in that moment. I asked him what he was doing, and he asked me point blank how long it had been since I’d been touched. It was a hell of a question, but I just stared at him. Could I really say such an answer out loud? Did I want him to know?
“Why would you ask such a thing?”
Frank wasn’t going to let me reflect on the question. He said nothing to my question, just waited with anticipation for my answer. I finally asked him the same thing back. He gave me the answer of several years. “I haven’t touched a woman since I started writing to you. Well, a few weeks after writing your letters, I tried, but she wasn’t you and I wasn’t interested. I don’t know why, Amber, but you pulled me in with the first letter.”
There was a lot to unpack with what he’d just told me. Not only did I want to hear the fact that he was so interested, but that he’d been with no women since was a lot. He wasn’t like me; he was older, and Frank didn’t strike me as the type to be so particular. He talked like he was pulling women in all the time. Could he really mean that he hadn’t been with someone for that long because of me?
“So?”
Frank wanted reciprocation and I asked him why it mattered. He started to launch into the reasons why, I could see it on his face, but then he shrugged and said that it didn’t matter. I didn’t know why, but I told him that it had been a bit longer for me.
“That is a shame.”
I agreed that it was, but I really wasn’t expecting him to move next to me as quickly as he did. He sat up and was next to me in seconds. Frank said something about changing that and I wasn’t sure if I could go along with it or not. I didn’t know if I wanted to. I wasn’t ready for what he was ready for. I was still trying hard to figure out how I felt about any of it. There was a lot to think about and Frank wasn’t helping matters now. His hand was on the side of my face, and he pulled me in for a kiss. I think we both knew that it was the beginning of the end.
His tongue flicked with mine and I swear the next thing I knew, I was underneath him and Frank was pushing his hard length against me. He was ready, so damn ready, and his mouth was playing with mine. My whole body was shaking, and Frank was doing his best to push me along. My legs widened as he wedged in between them, and I knew that there was no going back. The problem was, I wasn’t ready like Frank was. I needed more time, and it was something that I simply didn’t have. The way he was pressing up against me, I wasn’t going to be able to put him off much longer.
I moaned as he pressed hard against me. I tried to focus on everything else, but there was nothing I could do. I was shaking inside, scared of what came next, and the doorbell going off was exactly what I needed. I had to disengage myself from Frank, but I managed and scooched out from underneath him. I announced I had to go get the door. He growled at me, his eyes glowering as I left. I swallowed hard. I didn’t know if I had been saved by the bell, or if this was just a tiny reprieve. Whatever it was, I could breathe again, and I rushed to the door to see who it was.
“Oh, Ashley, I totally forgot.”
My best friend looked past me and then leaned in, “Who is that man coming out of your bedroom?”
I pressed my lips together. Now that was going to take some explaining, because even though Ashley was my best friend, I had never told her about Frank. I didn’t know how to tell her about Frank and now it was forced upon me. Crap.
6
Frank
Iheard the question from the pretty little blonde that was at the door. She was the worst cock-block as far as I was concerned, and I didn’t care if she knew about it or tried to be one. At the end of the day, I was on my way to having a whole lot of fun, and then it all went sideways. I didn’t care who she was, but I was curious to hear what Amber’s answer was going to be. I got the feeling quickly that she hadn’t said anything about me. I didn’t know how to feel about that. It wasn’t all that surprising I guess, considering that we’d never met before, but I thought that I would mean something more to her.
Amber fumbled over an answer, and I got the title of a friend from out of town. The girl that I still hadn’t been introduced to was not buying it, and I didn’t know what to say to that. I wanted it to be clear that there was more than just friendship going on. If I’d had just a little bit more time, I could have shown Amber just how compatible we really were together, and she wouldn’t be introducing me as her friend.
“Yeah, we’re friends. My name is Frank.” I stuck out my hand and shook hers. She was looking into my eyes with lust, and I wondered how Amber would take it, She didn’t like me showing my jealousy and I almost pointed out how she acted when she was put in the same position. She frowned at her friend, and she didn’t like it at all.
“So, where do you come from, ‘friend’? Why have I not heard of you? I feel like Amber is letting me down and missing the good parts.”
More stuttering on Amber’s part, and I didn’t know what was going on with her, but she was obviously worked up. I wanted to ask more questions, like who this chick was to her. Ashley was her name and she seemed nice enough, but the change in Amber was hard not to notice.
“I come from Tidings. I am just here for a little while. Came here for a visit.”
