“Charlie, where have you been? I scored with the hot chick from your school but I don’t know her name.” Logan motioned for me to look at his left. There were a few girls dancing on the dance floor, the girl with the short red hair making eyes with Logan.
“That’s Jennifer. She’s in my English class,” I answered. I was trying my best to block out the kiss for just a second, to no avail.
“Well, damn, she can really put out! No offence, Charlie.”
“Ha! None taken!” We both laughed.
The lights dimmed even further as Elijah brought out the birthday cake. The crowd started singing Happy Birthday. I stood there, suddenly feeling very self-conscious. Samantha stood beside Adriana, singing loudly. On her right stood Alex, his eyes locked on mine. I could feel his gaze penetrating me, those beautiful emerald eyes that took me in under the stars. I wanted more. I yearned to tell him that I had been thinking about him non-stop since the night I ran into him in the kitchen, that every night I would lie awake imagining his kisses, his touch, that I have made myself cum imagining his cock inside me, pushing me over the edge.
And now that I’d had a taste of him, I was scared I couldn’t stop. It had consumed me. He had me, heart and soul, all in that one kiss.
Chapter 12
Lex
April 2005
I had been dreading this party since last night. I knew I would see her again, but every time it just got worse. I wanted her more, the feelings becoming harder to push away and I knew she had felt something too.
Already the night started off bad when Samantha decided to sit on my lap as Charlotte walked down the stairs. I wanted to push Samantha off but knew I couldn’t. As usual Samantha did her over-the-top greeting with Charlotte; it was obvious Adriana was rubbing off on her. I couldn’t stand girls like this. Charlotte was different, or at least I thought she was before I saw that fucker all over her on the dance floor. What the fuck was that? I was standing with Elijah while he rambled on about the latest share price in Apple. I couldn’t give a damn, I just wanted to know why that guy’s hands where all over her and why she was rubbing her pussy against his leg. I wanted to punch the shit out of him, and the song wasn’t helping. I’d had enough of what I saw and escaped to the kitchen to find Samantha spiking the punch.
“Very mature of you, Sam,” I sarcastically pointed out as she poured the whole bottle of vodka into the punch, my sister taking a cup and downing it in one go.
“Oh, lighten up. Who crowned you King?” she retorted.
“Funny, Sam, ‘cause the shit’s on me if anything happens. Adriana, lay off the fucking punch.”
“I’m eighteen, Alex. Geez, Sammy, I don’t know how you put up with him.”
I was just about to tell her where to shove her eighteenth birthday party when Charlotte walked in. She avoided making eye contact with me, probably for the best. I was still fuming about what I witnessed on the dance floor.
“So, Charlie, Adriana tells me you and Logan…” Sam teased.
So the dickhead’s name was Logan. I wasn’t leaving the room now; I wanted to hear her response to this. She defensively responded to Sam until Adriana dropped the bombshell.
“Please, Char, good friends don’t just lose their virginity to each other!”
What the fuck? So she lost her virginity to him? Was she still fucking him? She said she didn’t have a boyfriend. I was fucking pissed so I stormed out of the kitchen. I needed to get out of the chaos, finding refuge under the stars, the fresh air clearing my mind. It wasn’t long before she found me; I could feel her near me before she spoke.
“Alex?”
There was trepidation in her voice, and immediately I felt myself weaken. It was unfair to be angry with her. It wasn’t her fault I was married or that I felt like a miserable failure studying for a career I no longer wanted. It wasn’t her fault she was so goddamn gorgeous. Those fuck-me boots did not help the hard-on that became present anytime she was near me.
She continued speaking, apologizing for what went on in the kitchen. The next part caught my attention: her sex life. If I was angry before, it was nothing like what I was feeling now. I wanted to take her over my car, spread her legs and make her mine. Tell her I’d be the only one fucking that pretty little pussy of hers. I don’t know what came me; I was fucking married. The turmoil inside me was taking its toll. I asked her if this Logan guy and her were an item.
“No, we aren’t. I told you I don’t have a boyfriend.”
“So what, you’re fuck buddies? It sure looked like it when you were dancing.” The instant it left my mouth I regretted it, but I didn’t know what else to say. I wanted her. Couldn’t she see that? Clenching my hands, I tried to control my anger.
She rambled on about their history, something I had no interest in hearing but it did explain a lot. Then she asked me why I cared. Why did I care? Because I hadn’t stopped thinking about her since the moment we ran into each other at my parent’s house. Something about her drew me in, especially when I looked at her beautiful chocolate-brown eyes. Her beauty was so natural, from her soft skin to her long brown hair. Every night I pushed my wife away and instead lied there in bed, wishing Charlotte were next to me. I avoided sexual contact with Sam because I’d rather jerk off in the shower, thinking about this other girl I couldn’t have.
“Charlotte, it’s just…you—” I stopped. Could I say those words out loud?
“What about me?”
I don’t know what came over me. I leaned in, my lips crashing against hers. She tasted like fucking heaven. I cupped her face, keeping my hands from wandering to her ass. Our tongues battled, wanting more, and she never pulled back which aroused me even more. I could feel her tongue swirling in my mouth. Imagining the exact thing being done to my cock was pushing me over the edge. I felt like a horny teenager ready to blow his load because of one kiss. But it wasn’t just any kiss, it was Charlotte. She pulled me in closer. I knew I could have had her then, with only the stars watching, but reality was kicking in. My wife was just inside. No, this wasn’t fair to Charlotte. She deserved better—not some married guy lusting after her.
I pulled away and apologized for the kiss, and she quickly ran back inside. What did I expect her to do? Beg me to be hers? I took a deep breath, closing my eyes and remembering the moment that was only a few seconds ago. I could still taste her on my lips, smell her scent on my jacket, and… Oh shit, her scent on my jacket. I opened my eyes and unlocked my car, grabbing some gum from the glove box. I looked for something I could spray. Nothing. Shit. I locked my car and walked back through the front garden. Standing in groups outside were those typical rebellious teenagers smoking. I walked over and stood next to a guy who was blowing rings into the air.