Be Good (14 page)

“We met at a wedding,” Brett said short, sweet and to the point.

Luckily, that seemed to appease Casey and he followed another train of thought. He turned to Vic and said, “Have you checked out the bar yet?”

When Vick shook his head, the two guys got up together and headed toward the bar.
Paige turned to Molly and said, “Do you think they could ask us if we want anything to drink?”

“Rude,”
Molly stated.

“I know, right,”
Paige replied.

Brett rose and said, “I’d be happy to get both of you som
ething to drink. What would you like?”

Paige
and Molly smiled. “I’d like a glass of white wine,” Paige said.

“Make mine red,”
Molly said.

Brett leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek. “Can I get you anything?”

“I’m fine, thanks.” I had to smile, though. He was such a sweetheart.

Brett gave me a
nother kiss on the cheek. “I’ll be right back.”

When Brett was gone,
Molly looked at me and said, “I take back every nasty thing I said about his clown hair.”

I nodded.

“He’s super sweet,” Paige added.

That he is, I thought. I wondered if he had caught onto the fact that I had slept with both of the guys sitting at our table. He
was a brilliant guy. I cringed at the thought that he most likely figured it out. 

A few minutes later, Brett returned with the two glasses of wine for the other bridesmaids. They thanked him and he joined me again. I could see both of the girls looking around the rece
ption hall for their dates. We seemed to all have spotted them at the same time. They were both standing over by the Champagne fountain, chatting up a buxom blonde, who I thought was one of the bride’s cousins from Denmark.

The girls both gave each other a disgusted look then they rose at the same time and marched in unison towards their dates. Brett and I watched them as if we were watching a movie unfold
in front of us. The girls got on the opposite sides of their dates (the Danish cousin was standing in the middle between Vic and Casey). They both punched their dates in the arms. Their dates grabbed at their punched arms in unison. And then Paige and Molly grabbed them and dragged them away from the cousin from Denmark.

Moments later, all four were back at our table. Vic and Casey both sat there looking completely whipped. I had to grin.

Our table was silent until a waitress came to take our order. We had a choice between chicken and salmon. The four ordered chicken while Brett and I picked salmon.

As we ate
dinner, the conversation turned to what we’d been doing since graduation. Paige was in graduate school to become a physical therapist, which I thought was pretty cool. Molly was working at a bank handling loans. Not as cool. Casey had joined two of his friends and started a lawn maintenance company. Didn’t need a college degree for that. Vic was working for a radio station selling ads. Like me, he had majored in communications, not the most marketable of majors. Once Brett said he was a rocket scientist and worked for NASA, everyone wanted to hear all about it and no one ever bothered to ask me what I was doing. Not that I minded. I hadn’t done anything worth mentioning anyway.

I loved listening to Brett talk about his work. He was so e
nthusiastic about it, his face completely lit up as he talked. He told stories about artificial intelligence and space exploration. Everyone at the table was completely enthralled.

It wasn’t long before it was time for the official toasts and then the first dance. Luckily, the maid of honor, the bride’s sister, was the only girl required to give a speech, so I was off the hook. Once the band starting playing some popular rock songs, ever
yone flocked to the dance floor.

“Like to dance?’
Brett asked.

I grinned. “What do you think?”

Brett grabbed my hand and pulled me up with him. “Come on. Dance with me.”

The DJ played Mumford & Sons “I Will Wait” and it seemed like the perfect song for our first dance. It could have been a soundtrack for our relationship. We’d both been waiting for each other but in different ways and for different reasons. Brett pulled me close. It wasn’t exactly a slow song but it didn’t matter. It felt like we were the only ones on the dance floor; the only ones in the reception hall for that matter.

We held each other and were lost in each other’s gaze. We danced like that for what seemed like ten songs. Fast or slow, it didn’t matter. Brett held me in his embrace—tight and close.

At some point, we both realized the dance floor had become packed with other wedding guests and they were doing the chicken dance. The silly song seemed to be a staple at weddings.

Brett leaned in and whispered in my ear. “Ready to go upstairs?”

He didn’t have to ask me twice. I had been ready for hours. As soon as I nodded, he pulled me off the dance floor.

Eight

We caught an elevator going up and it seemed like we’d be the only ones
on the elevator until a drunk couple staggered in with us. They seemed completely oblivious our presence in the elevator with them. They were all over each other, practically having sex in the elevator next to us. It made my stomach turn. Not because of what they were doing but because I thought about all of the times that had been me, falling all over a guy, allowing him to seduce me in public.

I didn’t want to be
that girl
anymore and with Brett I didn’t have to be. Brett treated me with kindness and respect. I wasn’t just an
easy lay
or a
one-night stand
. With Brett I could have more and be more.

When the elevator stopped, Brett pulled me out and I took one last look at the drunk couple. I was glad to see the door close on them. It felt like I was also closing the door on the girl I no longer wanted to be.

Brett made me wait outside his hotel room door for a few seconds while he got something ready. He wouldn’t tell me what but that was a surprise. He told me to close my eyes as he led me into the room.

“Okay, open your eyes.”

I took in a sharp breath when I opened my eyes. The lights in the room were out but it was being illuminated by what seemed like hundreds of candles. They were all white in various shapes and sizes. There were also several beautiful bouquets of different types of flowers placed around the room and the bed was covered with flower petals. It was one of the loveliest things I had ever seen.

“This is unbelievable,” I whispered. I turned to Brett and he was staring at me, gauging my reaction. I could feel my eyes starting to water. “I can’t believe you did this for me.”

“I told you I wanted this to be special.”

I leaned up and placed a soft kiss on his lips. “Just being with you is special
.” 

Brett took my hand and led me to the bed. He laid me down and told me to close my eyes again. I did as I was told. I could feel Brett lay down in the bed next to me. Then I felt a tickling sensation under my nose.

“What does it smell like?” he asked.

I inhaled.
“Jasmine?”

“You’re good,” Brett
affirmed. “Jasmine is for sensuality.”

I could feel him place another flower under my nose.
“How about this one?”

I inhaled the flower’s scent. It wasn’t familiar to me. “I don’t know.”

“That’s lilac. It’s for first emotions of love”

“One more,” Brett said as he placed the flower under my nose.

I inhaled. “That’s easy. That’s a rose.”

“Yes,” Brett said. “And roses are for passion and love, d
epending on the color. I’ve got several colors. Covering all of the bases.”

That made me laugh
. “Can I open my eyes now?”

“Not yet. What does this feel like?” I could feel Brett’s lips on mine.
A tender kiss.

I opened my eyes and Brett was staring at me, taking in my features. He ran his index finger softly down my cheek. “I want to make love to you,” he said as he gazed into my eyes. It seemed like such an antiquated expression. Guys wanted to hook up or tap that. But I knew this was something completely different. This wasn’t just about sex. It was about being intimate with someone you cared about. As many times as I had sex, it was never about love. There were too many times when I didn’t even really like the guy all that much. Even though I hadn’t been a virgin since I hit puberty, this was going to be a first for me. This was the first time I had ever been with someone I could truly say I loved.

Brett kissed me again. This time his kissed ignited something inside and my entire body responded. I wasn’t drunk but I was suddenly feeling light headed. And the more I responded, the more forceful and passionate Brett became. It was like he was trying to devour me.

“My, God, Anna,” he whispered breathlessly. “I’ve never felt like this before. I want you so badly it hurts.”

I knew exactly how he felt. There was a longing deep inside me that I knew only he could fill. It excited every inch of me and frightened me to the core.

Brett pulled me close and I could feel his erection. I moaned as he pressed himself against me
; he was rock hard.

I knew Brett wasn’t the most experienced lover but his pa
ssion and desire for me overcame any awkwardness there was until I was so turned on, I wanted to rip Brett’s clothes off. But I held back and let Brett lead the way.

Brett sat me up and slowly pulled the straps of my bridesmaid dress down off my shoulders. He kissed each of my shoulders with light butterfly kisses that send waves of desire rushing through my body.

Everything Brett did was slow and deliberate and left me wanting more. My desire for him was building so much, I could have had an orgasm with my clothes still on.

Brett unzipped the back of the dress and pulled it down to my waist so that my b
lack lace push-up bra was exposed. I watched him as he savored the moment. Then he pulled the dress down a bit more and I lifted me hips so he could get the dress completely off me.

I was now in my bra and panties and Brett looked at me for a long minute. It was like he was appreciating the
sight of me. No one had ever done that before. Guys always seemed to be quick to get to the finish line; quicker to get their dicks inside me and go off.

But Brett was in no hurry. This wasn’t a conquest. There was no finish line. He was enjoying every second of the journey we were on. This was an experience to be savored.

“Lie back down,” Brett instructed.

When I did, he took a rose petal between his thumb and i
ndex finger and lightly ran it along my collar bone. Another wave of shivers rushed through my body. Brett slowly ran his finger along the outline of my bra then ran his finger over my nipples, which now stood completely erect against my lace bra. Brett slowly pulled my bra straps down and placed butterfly kisses on my shoulders where the straps had been. I was beginning to love those butterfly kisses. I wondered how they would feel all over the rest of my body. It wouldn’t take long to find out. 

Brett
pulled my bra off my breasts and admired them for a long moment. Then he took a daisy that was on the bed next to him and teased my nipples with it. They got even harder.

Brett
then teased my breasts with his tongue and licked his way from a spot between my breasts down to my belly button. He tickled my belly button with his tongue, which made me squirm with pleasure.

When I looked at Brett, he gave me a sly grin. Then he a
ssaulted my stomach with butterfly kisses, which turned me on so quickly and so completely, I thought I would lose my mind.

“Brett,” I moaned. “I want you so much.”

“Not yet,” he said. “You’re not ready yet.”

I felt
very
ready. I could feel how wet I was. I yearned to feel him inside me.

Brett slowly pulled my panties off. He stared at me, now completely naked. I had never felt so vulnerable in my life.

“You still have all your clothes on,” I whispered.

“I know,” was his response but he made no effort to change the situation. He just kept looking at me
, naked on his bed, full of need and desire.

He parted my
knees and moved his head between my legs. I closed my eyes as I felt his tongue move inside me. I let out a moan of pure pleasure.

I stopped thinking as his tongue worked magic between my legs and before I knew it, I
fell  over the edge. I screamed out as I was overtaken and shaking with the bliss of my orgasm.

When
Brett kissed me, I could taste myself on his lips. “I want you,” he whispered in my ear. “Are you ready for me?”

“Yes,” I whispered back. “I’m ready.”

Brett climbed out of bed and quickly removed his shirt and pants. He wasn’t a big guy, like most of the jocks I had been with, but his slender build was toned. When he removed his boxer briefs, I instinctively licked my lips as I admired the sight of his fine erection. I had no doubt he would be able to get the job done.

He grabbed a condom from the night stand and put it on. Then he crawled back into bed and eased himself between my legs. He kissed me fiercely and hungrily as he pushed himself inside me.

I cried out in pure pleasure as his manhood filled me.

“Oh, God, Anna,” he moaned.

He continued to ravage me with kisses as he pumped hard and fast. It was such as sharp contrast to all of the slow and deliberate moves that led to this point, my head was reeling. He had every intention of making me forget every man who had come before him and he was succeeding on every level. He was completely rocking my world.

“Oh, Brett,” I practically yelled as I could feel myself heading over the edge of the cliff. Brett was tireless as he continued his quest to make me come.

“Come with me, Anna,” he whispered as we both gasped with the pleasure of ultimate release.

We both looked at
the other for a long moment, taking each other in. Then Brett ran his thumb softly down my cheek. “So, was it worth the wait?”

A grin formed in the corner of my mouth. I nodded and he gave me a soft kiss.

***

“So,” I said as we lay in bed watching
Sixteen Candles
and cuddling. “My sister’s getting married the first weekend in August in Scottsdale. Want to come with me?”

“I would love to accompany you to your sister’s wedding. Are you a bridesmaid?”

“Hard to believe, but yes, I am. My sister and I were never close. She’s 10 years older and we have nothing in common. She’s superwoman and I’m a slouch, which happens to be Flaw 85.”

Brett kissed my cheek. “I love that you’re a slouch,” he teased. “It’s one of my favorite things about you.”

“You realize you’re in a relationship with someone, who is seriously flawed. I have one hundred and twenty six flaws to prove it.”

“Maybe I love your flaws,” he said as he placed butterfly kis
ses on my forehead and cheeks. “Maybe I love everything about you.”

I held his shoulders and looked into his eyes. “Maybe you’re too good for me.”

He shook his head as he continued staring into my eyes. “You’re perfect for me…” He gave me a gentle kiss on the lips. “In every way.” He kissed me again, this time with more passion and longing.

As he pulled me close and I could feel his desire for me growing, neither of us cared about watching the rest of the movie.

***

The next morning I was in a funk. It would be a few weeks until
my friends Sarah and Sean’s wedding in Las Vegas, when I would see Brett again. It already felt like it was a few weeks too long.

“What’s wrong,” Brett said as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

I turned to face him. “I know this is going to sound stupid but I miss you already and you’re not even gone yet.”

He grinned. “That doesn’t sound stupid at all. It’s sweet.”

“You may be the first person to ever call me sweet.
Heinous bitch
is usually the preferred moniker.”

Brett rolled out of bed and headed toward the bathroom. I got up and started gathering my clothes.

“My flight leaves pretty early,” Brett yelled from the bathroom. “But I have time for a quick breakfast. Do you want to order room service?”

“What do you want?”

“Surprise me.”

I wasn’t that hungry for food but I was for Brett. I posed s
eductively on the bed and awaited his return.

“Did you decide what you want?” Brett said as he returned. He stopped and
stared at me lying on the bed naked and needy.

“You,” I said as I curled my index finger in a come-hither gesture.

“Breakfast of champions,” Brett said as he removed his boxer briefs and joined me in bed.

***

As I pulled my suitcase into my apartment, it felt more lonely than usual. I noticed Marvin’s soil was a little dry and he was starting to wilt. It was a reflection of how I felt. My life seemed to lack direction and purpose. The only thing that felt good and right was being with Brett. The only problem was that my time with Brett was limited and infrequent. And aside from the weddings, we really hadn’t made any plans to be together.

I always made fun of people in long distance romances. I thought it was overly sentimental rubbish. Now I had fallen into the same trap. I was living for those moments when I could see Brett again and everything else seemed like filler in between.

“I didn’t know whether to water your plant,” Winter said as she entered the living/dining area. We both stared at Marvin. “He’s looking a little dry.”

“No problem
. I can water him.”