Destiny's Detour (11 page)

“What was that for?” I ask Troy.

“I’ve wanted to do that since we won the game.”

“Oh, so I am your reward for winning?” I say with a grin.

“You could say that, though I think this dress you’re wearing is my real reward. You look absolutely stunning, Destiny.” He leads me into the restaurant with his hand on the small of my back. That intimate touch on my bare back sends tingles shooting through my body. I stop him and stand on my tiptoes so I can whisper in his ear. "Thank you, Baby, and I’m glad you like my dress, but your real reward is that I am not wearing any underwear." I feel Troy tense and groan so softly, only I can hear. I can't help the giggle that escapes me before I kiss him lightly on the lips.

The hostess greets us in a brightly lit foyer. The dark mahogany molding and trim lend an elegant ambiance. David gives our dad’s name for our reservation and she leads us to our table. My parents are already waiting and each drinking a glass of wine. A hunter green cloth covers the table, and soft light glows from the candle placed in the center. Though not our first time in an upscale restaurant, this is the first time for Troy and I as a couple, and suddenly, my stomach flutters with an unfamiliar onset of nerves.

The guys immediately start talking about the game and I swear they go play by play throughout the whole meal. It is funny how serious football is to these men.

Finally, my dad looks at Amy and me and says, “And girls, once again, I was blown away by your dancing abilities.”

David speaks up. “I hate that I can’t see you perform more. Hopefully that will change during basketball season when I can go and be a normal student.”

Troy agrees with David about not getting to see us dance. Then he ruins it when he leans in and says, “Not to mention, you look incredibly sexy in that uniform.”

I should have known it would come back to something sexual. Troy is not a complete pervert, and he sincerely loves me but it’s as if he can’t help himself with his comments sometimes. Most of the time I don’t mind, but it makes me nervous in front of my dad. I am a daddy’s girl. He doesn’t need to know that I am anything but perfect.      

Around eight, we head back to our house so that we can get ready for the party. We’ve decided to walk to the party since it’s only a block from our house. I go up to my room and search through the closet for something to wear.

Troy walks up behind me, placing light kisses all along my neck and bare shoulders. "You were very distracting at dinner, Baby. All I could think about was getting you out of this dress." He pulls me around to face him, holding me in an embrace. “I would really like my reward now."

He kisses me hard and lifts me up so I can wrap my legs around his waist. He slowly drops me on the bed and begins to undo the string holding the top part of my dress in place. He kisses his way down body, taking my right nipple in his mouth until it is hard and at attention. He moves to give equal attention to the left one.

"You are absolutely gorgeous, Destiny", he whispers across my stomach. My body is on fire. I break out in new wave of goose bumps every time his breath caresses my skin.

"Troy," I moan, "Please ... I need you"

As the words leave my mouth, his hot breath reaches my wet core.

"You are dripping for me, Baby."

He slowly slides his finger up and down my slit before slipping it into my hot pussy. I moan loudly from the penetration. He slides a second finger in as his mouth connects with my hard bundle of nerves. He plays with my clit in the most delightful way. I keep bucking up so that he can go deeper with his tongue. His fingers move faster, and when he bites down on my clit, my body falls apart. I feel like I am floating above myself, and Troy continues to lap up my juices as I come down from my euphoric haze. When my shudders finally come to end, I open my eyes to find Troy hovering above me. He kisses me with reckless abandon, and I can taste myself on him. As we separate, he whispers against my lips, "You are the most beautiful when you come for me, Princess. I love you so much. Now get ready, cause we are so going to be late. Wear something really sexy. And tonight… you are going to ride me long and hard." He rises and heads to the bathroom.

My stomach does a flip and a million butterflies take flight, and maybe, just maybe, I get a little hot and bothered. That boy is going to be the death of me.

I’ve chosen a green halter-top to wear with denim booty shorts. Because I don’t want to walk to and from the party in heels, the flat sandals with straps that lace up my calves are not only comfortable, but they make my legs look hot. I notice Troy’s approval of my outfit when he can’t stop looking at or touching me. We finally make it downstairs where David and Mark are already waiting for us. I sometimes feel bad that Mark is not included in our outings with my parents, but that’s just the way it works. We still have to wait for Amy to come down from her room. I don’t know why she takes so long to get ready for a party. Who am I kidding? She’s primping in hopes of picking up a guy tonight. I still make sure I look good when I go out, but I already have my man so I don’t have to work as hard.

David pulls me from my thoughts when he asks Troy, “You’re going to let her go to a party dressed that way?”

“Duh, she looks hella hot.”

“Eww, that’s my sister. I hope you are ready to guard her all night.”

“I don’t plan to leave her side. Dude, don’t worry. I will keep your little sister safe.”

I shake my head at them and send them a telling look. It’s almost funny how ridiculous they are. When Amy finally comes downstairs, we decide to take shots of whiskey before heading to the party.

As we walk down the sidewalk, the excitement in the air pulses all around us. Troy holds me close to his side with an arm slung around my shoulders. David and Mark lead the way, and Amy follows. I can’t believe how many people are heading out to party. It is Saturday night in a college town, so what more would you expect? When we arrive at the party, half the football team is waiting for their stars to show. Drinks somehow find their way to our hands while we just hang out talking. When someone with a bottle of tequila stops in front of us and challenges us to play ‘never have I ever’, I have no doubt that I am in trouble. My brother is getting ready to find out just how bad his little sister has been during the two years he’s been away at college.

We each fill our shot glass, and Ryan starts the game for us. “Never have I ever had a crush on one of my friends of the opposite sex” and we all take a drink. Several other mild statements are made before it starts getting more personal and sexual in nature, and it won’t be long before I am in deep shit.

And then it happens. Megan says, “Never have I ever had sex in a public place.” All of the guys take a drink, and then my eyes meet Amy’s and both of us down our shots.

“Destiny! I can’t believe you,” David shouts, his face turning red in anger.

“I am not a baby anymore, David.”

Everyone but David laughs.

“I don’t think I want to play this game with you anymore.” He pouts.

I laugh and tell him to grow up. We play until the bottle of tequila is gone, and by then, we have a good buzz going.

Troy finally looks at me and says, “Let’s go dance.”

Eminem’s “Shake That” blasts through the speakers, and before long, Troy and I are grinding on each other like crazy. Dancing with him turns me on and makes my body hum, and by the bulge pressing up against me, I know I am working my magic on him, too.

When I can’t take another minute, I lean into his ear and whisper, “Let’s go home.” He nods his head in agreement, and goes to let David know. Searching through the bodies on the dance floor, I find Amy and tell her that we are going home so she won’t worry.

Between the alcohol buzz and the closeness of our bodies pressing together, I have no idea how Troy and I manage to walk home. His arm is banded tightly around my waist, and every minute or so, he stops and kisses me.

As we stagger past a group of guys, one of them yells, “Get you some,” which makes Troy laugh so hard that we almost fall. When he shouts, “I will,” I am caught between giggling at him and punching him. I just want to get home with my man so he can ease my throbbing need. I realize that I am completely addicted to him, and it doesn’t bother me one bit. I can handle feeling like this for the rest of my life.

After Troy unlocks the door, we head into the kitchen to grab bottled water to fight off the tequila. Once we finish, Troy grabs me and kisses me forcefully. We somehow make it to our room upstairs. Troy yanks me into his arms, kissing me so thoroughly that my toes curl. When he lifts me up, my legs automatically encircle his waist as my arms snake around his neck. Our kisses deepen as if we are consuming each other. Neither of us can seem to get enough. I grind against him with a moan and he responds with a groan of his own. Judging by the bulge in his jeans, he cannot be comfortable. I slide down his body and we begin stripping our clothes off until we stand naked, staring at each other. He slowly leads me to our bed, lays me down gently, and hovers over me using one arm to keep his full weight off me.

“You don’t know how much I love you, Destiny.” His lips take mine again.

His mouth moves lower along my body, and even though I know where he is heading, when he places a gentle kiss on my inner thigh, my breath catches. Parting my legs, he buries his face into my hot, wet pussy. He licks, sucks, and nibbles my clit, and then his tongue stiffens and thrusts into me as he gently spreads me further open. Lost to the sensations pulsating through my body, it seems like all too soon, I am flying.

His lips start a steady journey back up my body, stopping to nibble on my hip before worshipping my breasts, and then finally on to my mouth where I open to accept his tongue. The taste of myself on him makes my body hum more. He pauses long enough to enter me with one hard thrust that draws a groan from both of us. He alternates the rhythm, and I match his pace– slow, hard, soft, and fast–until we soar over the edge together.

Time seems to fly from September to October. We are all busy with classes, football, and dance. None of us has very much free time, so it is really nice when we finally have an off weekend during the first week of November. Troy and I will actually be able to go out on a real date for a change.

Friday, I wake up feeling mad at the world. It doesn’t help that Troy starts out by picking on me. Not that he is doing anything out of the ordinary for us, but I am not amused. As we sit at the table eating breakfast, he realizes that I am in a mood, and then tries to cheer me up, which really only makes it worse.

“Babe, come on. You know I was kidding.” He grabs my hand and tugs me towards him.

“I didn’t find it amusing,” I snap, jerking my hand away from him.

It only escalates from this point, and soon, I am yelling at him. Troy looks at me as if I have sprouted horns, and honestly, I don’t blame him. I am being irrational, but it doesn’t matter, there is no way I will admit I am wrong. At this point, we have been arguing for over an hour. Then as suddenly as I’d gotten mad, I burst into tears. I don’t know what is wrong with me, but I run out of the kitchen and up the stairs. As soon as I hit the bedroom, I begin throwing clothes into a bag with the sudden urge to get the fuck out of here.

"Destiny, what the hell?"

“Just leave it, Troy. I am going home for the weekend. I just need to get away from everything.”

“Let me go with you then,” he pleads

I know it’s ugly, but I yell, “NO!” I realize that I am being unfair, but I don’t make any move to change it. Troy stares at me a minute and shakes his head then turns on his heel, slamming our bedroom door.

I don’t know where I thought Troy went but I am surprised when Amy comes into the bedroom.

“I’m going with you, Destiny. Troy is worried about you,” she calmly says.

“Fine, you can go with me.” It’s better to let Amy tag along. It will keep Troy from worrying if I take off by myself. Yes, I am an emotional wreck.

While waiting downstairs for Amy to meet me, I overhear her talking to Troy. “Don’t worry. I will make sure she gets to her parent’s, and I will find out what’s going on with our girl.”

Troy mumbles something back. I start to feel bad for the way I am acting, but I’m not quite ready to ask for forgiveness.

Two hours later, Amy pulls into our hometown and stops at Wal-Mart. Claiming she has to grab something, she runs in, and minutes later, she’s back out with a small bag that she throws in the backseat of the car. When we get to my parents, Mom greets us at the door. Just seeing her there brings my tears back, and I run straight into her arms and start crying all over again. Mom wraps me in her comforting arms, trying to soothe me, but not knowing what is wrong. I finally stop crying long enough to tell her that Troy and I had fought over something stupid, and that I am on some kind of emotional rollercoaster. My mom glances at me then over to Amy and they share a long look. Amy brings out the Wal-Mart bag, and throws it at me. With my elbow firmly planted in her grip, she leads me to the bathroom with instructions to use what’s in the bag, and then meet them back in the living room.