Connections (5 page)

“
Again,” Ryan started “You need to tell her.”

She sighed, “Fine, I’ll sit her down tomorrow and tell her.”

“
Good.” Ryan opened the fridge and took out a beer, “It will be better the sooner you do it. Are you coming to bed soon?”

“
Yeah, just as soon as I finish cleaning up, and leave a note for Shayla.”

Ryan kissed the top of her forehead, “Good, I’ll be waiting for you.”

Shayla looked down at her feet, as Zach pushed her on the swing set. It wasn’t too late but the sky was dark, the smell of roaring fireplaces was in the air. The air was cold, and the sound of the leaves was crisp under each step. “You used to watch us on the train rides, didn’t you?”

Zach laughed as he gave her a good push, “Yeah, I did. I watched the way you would go up to guys and offer them blow jobs.”

On her return towards him, she leaned her body to turn and face him. “You jackass, so when you saw me on the train today and sat across from me—”

“
I was thinking that there was no way in hell I was sitting across from my dream girl. No way could I be that lucky, especially when you smiled at me.”

“
Dream girl huh?” She reached out, her hands on his hips as she looked up at him, the yellow wash of the street light creating shadows on his face.

He reached out, running a hand through the curls of her hair. “I was terribly jealous when I found out you were dating Carter.”

“
I would barely call it dating.” She confessed as she pulled herself up from the swing, feeling Zach’s arms wrap around her.

“
What was it then?” He could smell the fading scent of her perfume.

She pulled away just a little bit, “Well, Carter was revenge.”

“
My brother was revenge, against whom?”

She couldn’t tell him it was Brad, but she knew someone else it worked against, “It got Eva’s goat, especially when she saw me and Carter on prom night.”

“
Always a bonus,” He watched the way the light reflected in her eyes. “So, if I wasn’t Carter’s brother, what would we be doing right now?”

“
Well, I probably wouldn’t have met you at The Office. In fact I probably would’ve just stayed at my parents’ house and spent the evening arguing with my mother, because as far as she’s concerned when I’m there, I’m still 17.”

Zach sat in the swing, bringing her down with him. “I’m glad you showed up.”

“
So am I. Too bad we’re out here in the middle of the playground at night.” She looked around at the darkness, the shadows created by the equipment which was all different from her own childhood having been replaced long ago.

His hand moved up the sides of her body, feeling the softness of her curves, “No one’s around.”

“
You like the danger of being caught, don’t you?” She was surprised to find herself practically purring in response to him.

“
Maybe I do, maybe I don’t. Maybe, all I can think about is some silly teenage fantasy.”

Shayla leaned back in the swing as she watched Zach in the darkness. “Tell me, give me details.”

He pushed her backwards, letting her swing in the air as he moved to swing beside her. “Well, that’s your thing, isn’t it? You want the details, but not the action huh?”

She giggled, “More like, I’m curious what teenage you wanted from teenage me.”

He pushed himself to start swinging, finding himself out of sync with her as he looked out at the playground, “Well, the most prominent one was where you would show up at my bedroom door, catching me masturbating.”

“
Is that so?”

“
It is.” He shook his head, “Well then in the fantasy, you would take over. You and those mint green nails you always had, before of course using your mouth.”

Shayla stopped swinging and watched him, “Is that it? I gave you a blow job in your fantasy?”

He could feel himself turning red, “Yeah, though sometimes it was more. Mostly though the thought of your glossy lips on my cock was enough to get my teenage self thoroughly off.”

Shayla reached out and stopped him from swinging, pulling him closer to her. “What about now? What would get you thoroughly off now? Does the thought of my cupcake colored lips on your hard cock turn you on? Or is it the thought of seeing my French tipped nails sliding up and down as I bring you closer and closer to releasing your cum?”

Zach could feel his heart racing as he put his hands over hers, “Actually, as arousing as that is, I’m thinking more along the lines of finding out what turns you on Shayla. What makes your pussy dripping wet? Would you rather my fingers explore you, or my tongue?”

Shayla felt her body responding to Zach as her mind flashed on the idea of him touching her sexually. She wished she could just take him home with her, or vice versa. Right now that was kind of out of the question. “Come with me.” She set her eyes on the supply building towards the other end of the playground.

“
Where are we going?” Zach followed her as she darted across the grass in the night’s darkness.

She was at the door of the closet, and if she remembered correctly a key would be somewhere nearby hidden. She reached up, pushing herself onto her toes as she reached the top of the door frame and found the key.

“
How did you know that would be there?” He watched as she worked to unlock the door.

She turned with a smile, “My father is the football coach, remember? I’ve spent plenty of time around these grounds all over town.”

He nodded, “Okay, fair enough.”

She pulled the chain, turning on the light. “Much better, more space than I expected.”

Zach followed her inside, “Should I close the door, or will we be locked in?”

“
You can close it.” She leaned against the shelf, “During the summer, this is used to store crayon, bored games, first aid kits for the summer program. Right now though, I think this is the perfect place for two adults who want to get a little
frisky
and perhaps can’t take the other hope.”

Zach smiled game for anything at this point. “We only have one life to live, right?”

“
Exactly, now come here and kiss me already.”

Zach took the few steps closer, his hands resting just above her hips and he leaned down to kiss her.

Shayla hadn’t been sure he would actually kiss her, but the moment she felt the pressure from his lips she could feel it in her toes. This was strength, a passion she hadn’t felt in a long time.

Zach pulled her closer, his fingers sliding under the bottom of her shirt, feeling her smooth, cool skin as his body ached to be closer to her.

The light was momentarily blinding, shocking both Shayla and Zach, ending the kiss.

“
Shayla Daniels, is that you?” The voice belonged to a police officer who stood in the open doorway.

Shayla could feel herself red with embarrassment, had she and Zach really just been busted, making out in the field house. “Yeah, that would be me.”

“
Well, I’ll be damn. You were the
last
person I expected to find in here.” He turned the flashlight off and Shayla could finally see who it was.

“
Curtis, is that you?”

Zach looked at the man in uniform, unmistakable it was Curtis Collins who had spent most of high school worshiping Carter and drooling over Shayla. “Wow, Curtis, you’re a cop now huh?”

Curtis looked at Zach, “Do I know you?”

“
Zach Jensen, Carter’s twin brother.”

Curtis’ eyes went wide, “Sorry didn’t recognize you. Come on guys, you can’t be in here. If you leave now, I can say when I got here that whoever unlocked the door was gone.”

“
How did you know?” Shayla crossed her arms over her chest.

“
I was driving by on patrol, saw the light on.”

Shayla nodded, “Fine, we’ll go. Just Curtis, keep this between us, okay?”

Curtis nodded, “For you, anything Shay.”

“
Thanks.” She kissed him on the cheek before she and Zach left.

Once they were out of earshot he leaned in, “He’s still got a crush on you.”

“
Yeah, well I think I can only handle one high school crush on me a night and tonight is your shot.”

“
Which sadly, he just busted up.”

Shayla nodded as they left the playground, “This town is kind of dead isn’t it?”

“
Well, yeah it is kind of late.” Zach sighed, “This night is a bust, isn’t it?”

“
It kind of is.”

“
What are you doing tomorrow?”

Shayla shrugged, “I was going to hang out in my old bedroom and answer fan mail. I’m a bit behind. Why, what are you thinking?”

“
Want some company? I’ll bring over Starbucks.”

Shayla smiled, “Okay, how about nine, not too early but not too late for morning coffee.”

“
Great, it’s a date then.” He kissed her cheek, “Do you want me to walk you home?”

“
It’s okay; I’m right around the corner.”

He nodded as he looked at the street sign, “Ahh, of course. Well I will see you at nine, good night Shayla.”

“
Good night Zach.” She smiled as she watched him walk down the street towards home. “What an unexpected evening.”

CHAPTER FIVE

The air wasn’t as cold as Cassandra had been expecting it to be down the shore. She sat on the front porch of her beach house, listening to the waves against the sand as the tide rolled in and out. She was still a little chilly, but she just zipped up her hoodie and already felt warmer as she watched the moonlight reflecting on the water, enjoying the quiet around her.

Here she felt free from pressures of who she was supposed to be, who she was expected to be. Back in the city, she always felt like she had to be someone else. The meet and greet in Kansas had been cancelled at the last minute, and she’d never intended to go to Orlando. Not now, not when she needed time to escape from work and expectations.

“
Cass?”

Cassandra turned towards the doorway to see Jordan Leigh, wrapped up in her old, worn bathrobe. “Are you coming to bed?”

“
I’ll be up in a few minutes.”

Jordan didn’t like that answer as she came out onto the porch. “Honey, what’s wrong?”

“
I’m just decompressing, that’s all.” Cassandra looked at the woman in front of her. The moonlight providing enough light to silhouette Jordan almost perfectly. Her bathrobe was loose enough that Cassandra could see her breasts weren’t covered, and she suspected that the only thing she had on, was the robe.

“
I think I know what you need.” Jordan opened her robe and dropped it, letting the ocean breeze tickle against her naked body.

Cassandra smiled, knowing that Jordan was trying, yet something was missing, she was starting to feel disconnected.

“
Cassandra, can you really look at me and tell me you have no desire to fuck me?”

She did have a desire to fuck Jordan, to kiss this naked woman all over, taste her wet, hot pussy, hear her call her name out in pleasure. Yet she wanted more. “You know I want you.”

Jordan sat on Cassandra’s lap, “Right here, right now. Fuck me. No one is around.” She took Cassandra’s hand, moving it between her legs, letting her fingers feel the wetness from her pussy. “You like that don’t you Cass? You want more don’t you?”

Cassandra felt her body grow excited herself as she felt how wet Jordan was, as she kissed her neck down to her breasts before sucking deeply on one of her nipples.