Good for Now (Book One of The Now Series) (2 page)

Chapter 3

Julie

"Come on Julie, let's go out," Amanda pleas as she continues to take clothing out of her closet.

She still has half of her closet to pack for her summer trip, luckily her other things are waiting for her in Los Angeles.

Amanda is subletting Katie’s room, a few weeks after the Kevin episode, she said she had enough and wanted a fresh start in a new apartment. She actually admitted that I reminded her of Kevin and it was her main reason why she had to move. I think the guilt got to her. Yet, we still keep in touch, mostly through social media.

"I'm already in my pjs," I say, surfing the web on my iPhone, really just wanting to stay put on the couch.

"I'm tired too, but tomorrow I will be on a plane thousands of miles away, I just want to live it up in Boston for one more night. Please bestie. Please with sugar and cherries and chocolate on top."

I look at her, with my come on stare, but it is her last night. "Alright, but if I didn't love you so much, it would still be a no."

"Your the best."

Sitting in The Pub, seeing the younger girls flooding the bar has me thinking of Kevin. I wonder who he is crushing on now. The last I heard Katie and him broke up for good; she is dating someone new from Harvard, which she said is a step above him. Yet I can't help but think that she still cares about him; she still wears the necklace he got her.

"I can't believe you are going to LA, how exciting."

"I know I can't believe it either, but I am not getting any younger and if I want to be an actress it's the place to be discovered. You know you can still come with me for the summer. I found a cute studio," Amanda says.

"I know, but I told Mr. Barker that I would work the tennis academy."

"You know you can always throw caution in the wind and be a professional tennis player, living in LA," Amanda says.

"True, but I have one more year of law school, and I like it here in Chestnut Hill," I say.

From the corner of my eye, I think I see Kevin, but I am not one hundred percent sure, my heart starts racing, feeling myself burn up like the air conditioner just blew out, fearing if I don't know for sure I will regret it. I need to see if it's him.

"I'm going to get another drink, do you want one?" I ask Amanda.

She looks down at her glass, "Actually I do, another sex on the beach please," Amanda says, as she looks around the crowded bar. I wonder if she will spot Kevin, I feel extra nervous now.

"OK, be right back."

"Don't be gone for too long."

I smile, "I'll be right back."

I look to the left, where I thought I saw him. But he isn't there. I let out a sigh of disappointment. I guess I didn't act fast enough. It just wasn't meant to be. I walk to the bar and order our drinks, still I don't see him. Maybe my mind was playing games on me because he is no where in sight, nor does anyone look like him.

Walking back to the table, I see Kevin sitting next to Amanda. My hands start shaking, and I hold Amanda's drink tightly hoping I can place it on the table without spilling it. It's now or never. Slowly, I think.

I feel like an outsider, wondering if I should even sit down, but I have the drinks.

I take a deep sigh once the drinks are on the table and I am able to sit down. Amanda is laughing up a storm, sitting closely next to Kevin. I can't blame her for being smitten by him. I still can see the highlights in his hair, though his hair is a bit longer. His pearl white teeth are glowing in the semi-dark room, his hazel eyes have me losing my breath.

"Here are the drinks," I say, looking at Amanda, feeling stupid.

"Hey, look who is here," she says. "Kevin, Katie's ex."

"Oh, hi.”

"Kevin this is Julie."

He cracks a smile then says."Hi Julie, nice to meet you," acting like he doesn't know me.

Am I that forgettable?

“Hi,” I say, looking at him, feeling so out of place.

How could he not remember that he once drove me to my apartment, inches away from him. I want to speak up but I can’t, nervousness has a tight grip on me. The only thing I can do is smile, and thank God that the bar is dark, or he would clearly see that I am blushing up a storm. Why can’t I just be a normal person, and not be so easily excited?

“Julie, is staying in town for the summer, to teach tennis.”

This peaks Kevin's attention, “You play tennis?" he asks.

"Yes," I say, feeling my heart-rate elevate.

“Finally, someone does, I like you even better.”

My stomach dives, just like when going down a unexpected dip on a rollercoaster.

“She’d give the pro’s a run for their money.”

Kevin turns to look at her.

“I’m serious, she is the real deal on the court.”

Kevin turns to look at me, his eyes looking deep in mine, I sink in my seat, not wanting him to turn away. I feel his desire for me. I wonder if he feels mine for him?

“Really? Your that good? Because I like a challenge," he says.

I feel a pinch on my thigh, it's Amanda.

"Listen I got to go, I have a plane to catch in the morning," Amanda says, looking at Kevin.

I reach for my beer bottle, ready to down what’s left. Not wanting to go but not wanting to be forward about staying with Kevin. Here I blow another chance to be with Kevin.

Shit, do something.

I look at him to say good-bye. We didn’t even exchange phone numbers, but I tell myself, at least he knows where I’m staying. So there may be a chance he will look me up. Or the worst case, he won’t even bother, because I have given him no reason to think I’m interested. How sad to think my three chances are up.

Do something.

“Hey Julie, why don’t you stay?”

Did I just hear what he said?

“I can take you back to the apartment, if you want. It’s not too far from here,” Kevin says, looking up at me with his gorgeous face.

Say yes, say yes.

“Oh, you know where our apartment is?” Amanda questions.

“Of course, I do.”

“Blah, of course you do, see I better get back.”

I look at Amanda, “Do you need any help packing tonight?” I ask.

“No, I’m good, stay have fun. Kevin can be a gentleman, so you're safe,” she says, letting out a chuckle. “I’m serious.”

“Yes, I am,” Kevin says, “No need to worry. I’ll get her home safe. If I keep her too long we’ll text you.”

Really, does he think I’m worried about him? I better give him reason not to. I feel my panties start to moisten,

“Seriously Julie, have fun,” she says.

“OK, see you later,” I say.

“If you need anything, call.”

“OK.”

I watch Amanda walk out the door, buying time to get my heart settled, finding myself tongue tied.

Chapter 4

Julie

“Finally we are alone,” he says, leaning in the table. Staring right at me.

“We are,” I say, the words freely coming from my mouth, inhaling his breath. I feel my heart getting hot and heavy for him.

Kevin gets out of the seat and sits next to me. Man, I feel my attraction for him grow, my heart beating for his. His shoulder touching mine, his eyes just inches away from mine.

"How is it that we always bump into each other?”

“I don’t know.”

“Can it be a sign?”

“Maybe.”

“Do you like me?” He asks, his hand making its way to my thigh.

Talk about being in the hot seat, not thinking straight, feeling hot and vulnerable. Wanting to shout out yes, but fearing to.

"If you don't, I'll take you home right now."

"I do.”

“You do what?”

“I like you,” I say, feeling the weight of the world off my shoulders. I finally said what I have been feeling since I first saw Kevin.

He lets out a boyish smile, his hair sweeping in his eyes.”

“How about me?” I ask, feeling frisky. Why not go for him, might as well get my desire for him out of my system. If I don’t, I will regret it. “Do you like me?”

“Yes, I like you. Fuck yes.”

The way he said fuck brings ripples down my back.

His hand moves across to the zipper of my pants, wanting to get in my jeans.

Relax.

He finds the knob of the zipper and slowly unzips it. His hand is now in my jeans, quickly they find themselves in my underwear. I feel my private rise, aching for his finger. I return the favor and move my hand over to his thigh, moving my fingers over to his fly. Feeling his manhood is driving me wild, wanting to make love to him.

“Now let's get out of here unless you want me to fuck you right here.”

“Let’s go,” I say. I zip up my pants, feeling sweat drip down my back. Never wanting anyone as much as I want him, not just in this moment but ever.

Let go.

He gets up, reaching for my hand and says, "You know you’re going to pay for being so damn shy. You are going to pay big time. Are you ready to pay your debt?”

I smile, “Yes, I am ready to pay my debt.”

“I like that, fuck you are getting me so turned on. I could fuck you right now in front of all these people, but I want you all for myself.”

His words are electrifying; filling me with a rush, loaded with anticipation of what lies ahead.

As we walk out of the bar I smell his aftershave, mix with the wind, causing a ripple effect of want for him right on the spot, feeling an ultimate high, as he continues to hold my hand pulling me down the street. I look over at him to see a man on a mission.

At the end of the city block, I can’t help but to stop, wanting to see his sweet face in the moon light. "Kiss me," comes out of my mouth. Did I really just say that? The words just naturally slipped out of my mouth again, like it was no big deal, but it was and it still is. What will he do? What will he think?

Kevin smiles and says, “I plan to kiss you all night," pulling me close to him, placing his strong, firm hands on my hallow cheeks, leaning in to kiss me. I close my eyes, opening my mouth to feel his tongue come, moving in and out. Kissing me until I can’t feel my legs, yet feeling my pelvic area tinkle with desire.

"I want you," he says, his words melting any hidden reservation of what is the right thing to do, like going off with a handsome man, letting him do what he pleases, when I hardly know him. That is the sort of hidden reservation I mean because I don’t care for it. I don’t care about being respectable. I just want him too, that I can't help but let out a moan, ready to do whatever Kevin wants.

“You’r so damn beautiful," Kevin says, letting out a moan. "I thought it the first time I saw you, but you had to play hard to get. Making me want you more. I’ve been dreaming about kissing you everywhere, dreaming about being between your legs.”

I let out a louder moan, feeling restless, his words seducing me, wanting to take his clothes off.

I can’t help but think about what he just said, about when he first saw me. I wasn’t playing hard to get. I was just afraid of what was to happen because I had little experience and I couldn’t help but feel that I had to have a relationship with a boy before I could do anything physical, but now I didn’t care. My physical desire for him meant more than being a proper young lady as I have been drilled to hear all my life.

“Let's go somewhere more private," he says.

He takes my hand, squeezes it, then kisses it as he leads the way to a side street, a few steps on the right there’s a narrow pathway between two brownstones. This is getting more exciting by the second, having no idea where he is taking me, however, I can see he does. He moves like a ghost in the night.

"I just need some of you now, I can't wait," he says, as he stops to look at me. He raises his hands to cup my cheeks and kisses me, this time with force and desire. His tongue thrusting deep in my mouth, my tongue following suit moving around his, feeling his desire boiling my blood, feeling hot and bothered.

I lean back, resting on the building's bricks, feeling my private beat, wanting him. I feel a wetness drop landing on my underpants. I just want to yell take me, take me now.

“You drive me mad," he says again.

I moan, arching my back, the moon light is strong enough where I can see him and for him to see me. He stops for a moment to study my face, his deep stares melt my heart and I am under his command, he can do what he wants. Damn, this is all I have ever wanted and here I am, in a sexual fantasy with Kevin.

“I want that…,” he says, leaning into me, our tongues twisting around another. My body aching for his touch as he teases me with his kisses. Then he pulls his tongue out of my mouth and starts kissing me around my neck, he is being a tease.

I jerk each time his tongue makes a track around it; never experiencing such pleasure. My body shakes in joy; feeling jolts of pleasure and utter euphoria, that the thought of what will happen has me coming. His moans, getting primal and louder as he feasts on my body. There is a hunger in his kisses, like I am the only one who could satisfy him.

He pulls away, his pupils widening, looking in my eyes. I pull him closer to me, wanting to feel it pressing against my body. This time I feel his manhood, I moan, feeling it pressing to get out of the fly of hid pants.

"You drive me wild," he moans, his words feel like ice going down my back, in awe of his directness. "Do you want me?" Kevin asks.

"Yes," I whisper in his eye, hardly believing what I said, feeling no reservation in his question.

"How badly?" he moans in my ear.

"Very."

He grabs my waist, pressing me into him. HIs manhood hard, poking wanting out of his jeans and into me. I lower my hand, caressing it over his jean's fly, he lets out a deafening moan.

"Oh, yeah, he lets out, as he leans in, recklessly kissing me on the lips and between them.

My pelvic rises, aching for him completely, wanting to be made love to, aching to feel his naked self against my body. “I want you," I whisper in his ear, then turning to look in his eyes, I don't care about anything but being with him.

He slowly moves down, stopping at my waist to unbuckle and unzip my jeans, to where I let out a whale of a moan. He eases back up, to kiss my breasts, then my lips, reaching in my underwear, fondling me, my juices flowing. Breathing restlessly, I can't take this anymore, I just want him to make love to me, my body is now aching for his manhood. I must hold on, or should I tell him to just fuck me?

His fingers return or him to suck them, letting out a sigh of excitement, "You taste good."

His words, melting any ounce of reservation I may still have, I am under his command and I can't wait for his next move.

“Spread your legs."

I reach to touch his manhood, to find that his pants are off. Ah I moan feeling his rock hard manhood, as it slips in me, I let out a moan, not able to handle the pleasure, my pelvic muscles experiencing insane pleasure as he jack hammers away, pounding in and out of me. I feel the building of an orgasim, I start thrusting into him, our bodies in sync, his penis nicely touching my G spot, I feel it. feeling another orgasim on its way.

For the first time I know the big deal of a woman's G spot.