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I lead the way down the small hall to my bedroom and push open the door leading him into my bedroom. I have the largest bedroom in the apartment. I have a full size bed, my computer desk, and a dresser with my large television standing on the top. I rarely watch it but if I do it’s because I’m laying sick in bed. Thankfully, I do have a DVD player in here.
I hesitate for a second about where to sit. There are only two options: my bed or the computer chair. I mull it over for the briefest of seconds and decide, screw it, this is my house and my bed so that’s where I’m going to sit. Before I sit down though I reach my hand out in a gimme gesture. He hands over the movie and I busy myself with getting the disc out of its case and putting it into the DVD player. When I turn around, I’m surprised to see Brad is sitting on the bed, taking off his sneakers.
When he sees me looking at his feet he states the obvious. “I didn’t want to put my shoes on your comforter.”
I let out a small laugh. “I appreciate that.” I move around to sit on the bed, remote in hand. “Want anything to drink or some popcorn?”
“Not at the moment. Maybe later if that’s okay?”
“Oh yeah, no problem. Make yourself at home.”
The DVDstarts to play and I fast forward through the commercials and previews of movies that were releasing at thetime the movie went to DVD. It’s quiet in my room, I can hear him breathing and I wonder what he’s thinking. “Have you had a good day?”
“Oh yeah, Fridays are going to be great for me this semester. Our class is the only one I have.”
“Oh, nice. I have practice each day and Fridays are usually my hardest days.”
“Do you like it?”
“Like what?” I ask him.
“Twirling for the school. Always performing at the games and never getting to just enjoy them.”
There’s no hesitation. “I love it. I don’t feel like I’m missing anything at all during the games. I mean I’ve never sat in the stands for a game ever but still, I don’t think I’m missing anything. If anything I feel like I’ve gained more, so much more.”
He ponders my answer and nods. “First game of the season tomorrow. Are you excited?”
I laugh. “Yeah, I’m excited but at the same time I’m kinda not.” He scrunches his eyebrows and I can tell my answer surprises him. “I’ve been doing this a long time so the excitement starts to wear off at this pointbutit’s senior year so I am excited. This season is my last so it’s a little bittersweet.”
“I can understand that. I played football in high school and when the season came to an end I knew it was the last time I’d play because I wasn’t going to play college ball.”
I nod my head. “Yes. It’s very much that type of feeling.”
The movie starts so we both turn our attention to the screen. Brad is sitting up in my bed with his back on the headboard. He’s got a few of my pillows shoved behind him so he looks relaxed and comfortable. I mirror his posture and sit right beside him on the bed. My legs stretched out in front of me.The only difference between us is that I’m a complete bundle of nerves on the inside. I can hardly keep up with the dialogue of the movie because I’m overthinking everything. I debate if I should ask him again if he wants anything to eat or drink; and again if we should make conversation since we’ve both seen the movie before.
At some point during the movie, Brad has moved closer towards me. His right leg is plastered against my left. I’m finally starting to feel a little more relaxed. He wouldn’t be sitting on my bed, watching a movie if he didn’t want to be here. And then, that’s when I hear it before I even register what I’m seeing. Rabbit and his girlfriend are having sex. My body stiffens instantly because I don’t care how old you are—when you’re on a first date or even a second or third and a sex scene comes on the screen you feel that unspoken, awkward silence between you and the other person you’re enjoying the night with. Maybe it’s the pressure of knowing you’ve never had sex with the person you’re watching sex with—but either way it’s awkward.
To Brad’s credit, he feels me stiffen beside him and he slowly reaches over and wraps his fingers around my left hand. His large, warm hand feels nice wrapped around mine. It instantly calms my anxiety, but my heart races with excitement thinking about the possibility that he may in fact like me as much as I like him. I want to get out of the friend zone.
The movie continues to play but we don’t ever move. No popcorn, no drinks, just us sitting together with one side of each of us plastered against the over, holding hands. The movie comes to an end and I realize that it’s gotten late, it’s after midnight and I have to be up in just six short hours. That doesn’t phase me either because right now Brad is laying on my bed, holding my hand. I stare down at our hands that are stillconnected and grin. He gives my fingers a squeeze which causes me to look up into his face staring down at me with the same grin. The credits roll on the screen but I’m not looking at the screen. I’m only looking at Brad and then Brad’s lips as they get closer and closer until I feel them press into mine.
THE NIGHT THAT WILL LIVE IN INFAMY
August 20, 2005
His lips softly peck mine, once, twice, three times. On the third one, my brain connects with my mouth and I open for him. His tongue instantly explores inside my mouth. He tastes like oranges and mint, two flavors I wouldn’t have put together but I’m instantly addicted to them. We kiss and continue to explore each other’s mouths. One of his hands comes up and I feel his palm on the back of my neck, holding me in place, fused at the mouth. His other hand, long forgotten holding mine, is on my back pushing us further together. We’ve turned towards each other to get into a more comfortable position.
As our kisses grow hungrier, I have the acute reminder that we are in my bedroom, with the door closed and are on my bed. I don’t know how long passes as we kiss but our kisses aren’t enough anymore. I’m getting a deep ache inside of me that wants more than just his mouth on mine. I want more from him and the hard reminder that’s been pushing into me as we kiss from him feels the same. I don’t second guess myself or question it but I sit up on my knees and move to straddle him.
“Hell yes,” he says and I think he’s talking more to himself than to me.
His hands move to my ass and when he grinds me down onto his crotch and I feel just how hard he really is for the first time, a moan escapes my lips. The deep ache that I’m feeling is soothed the second that he pushes himself up into me. He feels so hard and long. The only separation between us is his shorts and mine. I’ve only had sex with one person and while I might not have a ton of experience, I want this. I want him and I am feeling so hot for him. To be honest, I’ve wanted him like this for months. I’ve laid in this very bed wishing that he was here with me.
With my body over his, his hands on my hips guiding me to grind on him, I feel flush all over. I’m burning up. I remove my hands from the sides of his shoulders and pull my long-sleeved shirt off, exposing my tank top underneath. Brad’s hands instantly go to my breasts as he begins to knead them. I have never cared about the attention that my chest gets, but I am so turned on I can’t help but moan. In the back of my mind, I know that Meg is on the other side of the wall, but all my cares have gone out the window except for what is happening right here, right now.
Before I can lean back down to resume our heavy kissing he sits up and brings his face just inches from mine. His mouth goes to my neck and he starts sucking and kissing his way up to that sensitive space right below my left ear at my neck. Involuntarily, my head lolls back further to give him better access. I have no shame in this space as I fully grind on him. I can feel his hard cock below me and I worry if I’m soaking through to his shorts because I am that wet for him. His lips finally,finallyfind mine again and we resume our heavy kissing until we break apart, panting for air.
His forehead rests upon mine and we share the air as we both struggle to catch our breath. When he speaks his voice is gravelyand husky in a way that I’ve never heard before. “I’ve waited for months to kiss you like this.”
