Here For You (3 page)

“It was nothing. He always sees me when he comes to visit his mom.” It was the truth, but she knew this.

Before Emma replied she yelled someone’s name, asking him or her to bring her two more cups of beer. She had a big fucking mouth. “You know it’s always something when he is here,” she began. “Besides, maybe you’ll break up with what’s-his-face.” She looked disgusted. Emma wasn’t a big fan of Grey. She said he was fake, possessive, and boring, and that I needed excitement…and James.

“Oh shit, I forgot to tell you, Richard is coming down in a few weeks. He’s going to be up James’ way. I was wondering if you wanted to come with me?” She gave me a cute little smirk. She was forever asking me to go places with her, and since I hated telling her no I always tagged along. I remember her telling me that he was coming up, but I guess now was the time to tell me when.

I just shrugged. Honestly, I was way too tipsy to have this kind of conversation. She grabbed my shoulder and shifted her ass on my lap, scraping the shit out of me again. “You have to go! You can even invite what’s-his-face.” She must have been desperate if she’d just invited Grey, although I knew she didn’t really want him to go.

The person she called earlier came over. It was a guy who kept looking at her breasts. He handed me a cup and then her. She thanked him and told him he could leave, which he did without a word. She was so blunt, but always in a nice way. Before I could answer her, someone pulled my neck back and kissed my forehead. When I looked up I saw dark green eyes smiling down at me.

“I was looking for you,” Grey whispered, but loud enough for Emma to hear. She made a weird noise. When I looked at her she had her tongue sticking out.

Well, he wouldn’t have had to look for me if he’d been here with me. “I’m just here talking to Emma,” I said, wrapping my arms around her, breaking his hold of me.

Trying to pry my hands apart, she spoke aloud. “Hey, dick, get your girl off of me,” she said jokingly, laughing loudly.

I couldn’t help but laugh too.

“Maybe your
fat ass
shouldn’t be sitting on her,” Grey retaliated.

I looked at him in complete shock. I couldn’t believe he’d just said that! He knew how she felt about her weight and then he says some shit like that? Besides, couldn’t he tell by the playful tone in her voice that she was kidding? I let go of her immediately.

She went right up to him. “YOU FUCKING DICK, FUCK YOU!” she screamed in his face. He just smirked.

I knew Emma pretty well, and for a tiny person she wouldn’t think twice about swinging at someone, especially after a few drinks. I had to pull her away or something was going to happen. I gently grabbed her arm, trying not to fall as I placed my feet on the ground. “Forget about him, Emma. Go have fun. I’ll talk to him.”

She looked at me, taking a few deep breaths before nodding. It took everything in me not to stumble and fall as she pressed her hands down on my shoulders, kissed my cheeks then walked away. Thank goodness.

At that moment, Grey grabbed me by my waist and picked me up, but the movement made my brain swim. I didn’t want to show that I was on the verge of losing it, or even puking, so I wrapped my legs around his waist while still holding onto my half empty cup. He seemed to be a little bold. I guess the beer was doing that to him. But before he tried anything I pushed against his chest and looked at him.

“What? She started it!”

For crying out loud, a baby says that. “So what, Grey? She’s my friend and you know how she feels about her weight. Don’t talk to her like that.”

His eyes were practically coming out of their sockets. “But it’s okay for her to talk to me like that?”

Technically…
yes.

“I already spoke to her, now I’m speaking to you.” I don’t know why but at that sudden moment I wanted to devour him like candy, but we were having a serious conversation.
Focus, Becca.

I saw his eyes narrow in on my lips, which I was biting. “Sorry, buttercup, but you’re so fucking sexy when you’re drunk.” He didn’t let me speak before going in for the kiss.

james

This pa
rty, like every other party I’d attended, was the same shit; drink, dance, try to sing, fuck and then pass out. So I was pretty surprised that Becca was here, let alone with her boyfriend,
Grey.
Actually, I was surprised because he told her to come and she did. She was always the type to not do what others asked of her. And there I was begging like a moron in her room earlier.

When I first spotted them here I immediately spoke. I didn’t want to see his tongue down her throat. Yeah, I knew he was her boyfriend but the dude rubbed me the wrong way, always had. The way he tried to small talk to me about bullshit I couldn’t care less about and the way he tried to be territorial when it came to Becca. He knew she was my best friend and I think he was jealous of that. She’d told me plenty of times how he had told her not to talk to me, or something along those lines.

But I couldn’t care less about what he had to say. We were only friends, and that was it. I was too much of a jackass to be with someone like Becca. Her innocence alone stopped me from trying anything with her. I had the utmost respect for her, like I did my mother. Which reminded me, I had to invite Becca over for brunch tomorrow. It was a stupid thing my mom liked to do whenever I was in town and it always consisted of Becca. She would swear that Becca was my rock.

As I sat there drinking my beer, I was disgusted at the sight before me. Becca’s legs were wrapped around Grey’s waist. What seemed to be an argument earlier had turned into a swap-spit party for two. I felt my jaw tense from the display.

“Hey, dude, you’re glaring,” I heard someone say in my direction.

Breaking me out of my trance, I saw it was my roommate and best friend, Paul, who I drove down here with. One hot ass afternoon I was just playing ball in the courts, he joined in, played a few games, and the rest is history. We’ve been roomies for four years now. He was cool as hell and my right hand man.

As I looked around him, I saw a few chicks hovering near him, some I knew, some I fucked, and some I had never seen before. He was a decent looking dude (no, homo) so of course chicks were going to flock around him. He had that surfer, dirty blonde hair that swayed across his face and his favorite word was ‘dude’. But don’t let that fool you; he was one cocky son of a bitch that could get any girl he wanted. And it helped that he was a surfer brat, chicks dig that.

Back home, whenever we would go out, panties were all over the place. And I’m sure for him it would be like that tonight. I didn’t know how my mother was going to react because he was staying with me. When we first came here he said that there had better be bitches he could fuck. He’d be happy. Didn’t seem like he was having a problem in that area. Me, on the other hand, I was
trying
to turn over a new leaf. Almost all of these chicks I’d already been with. Damn, that was a lot.

Back in school I didn’t care. I had a dick and condoms. I was protected so why not go on a full out sprint? Besides, I didn’t see any chicks complaining about it. I told them how it was, that I wasn’t looking for a relationship, just a quick fuck. I guess I was still the same way, except I don’t sleep with quite as many women. I don’t do commitment; it’s just a waste of time. I mean, you’d treat her nice and shit, then what? She would cheat on you or wouldn’t appreciate shit. I’d learned the hard way from watching the way my father was with my mother. That shit was never happening with me.

I slowly stood to stretch my legs. Being in a position too long had put them to sleep, and my ass.

“Where are you going?” Paul asked me. He was trying to move away from one of the chicks that had her arms around him.

What was he, my fucking mother? “What does it look like?” I said sarcastically as I bent down to stretch my back as well.

He took a large gulp of his beer. “You better take your eyes away from her and focus on what’s around you,” he told me, putting his arm around some chick I knew.

I could always count on him to care about what I was doing. But for once, could he care about himself?

“Whatever, man.” I didn’t want to have this argument with him. I just continued to stretch out my back.

“I’m serious,” he pushed. “She’s here with her boy...”

With my head still down I turned my head toward him and gave him the look. The one that perfectly said ‘shut the fuck up or I’ll do it for you.’

He threw his hands up in surrender. “I’m not trying to argue, man, I’m just saying.”

“Yeah, well stop fucking saying.”

It was like this when he first met Becca. He tried his smooth criminal shit with her but I set his ass straight. He tried to tell me that if I wasn’t dating her then why couldn’t he fuck her? Once the word fuck came out his mouth I punched him in the jaw. It was then that he said I loved her and shit. I told him she was my best friend and I didn’t like when dudes rubbed up on her. He didn’t believe me, and to be honest, I’m not sure if I believed me either.

I finally felt the nice pop that comes after a perfect stretch. Standing up straight, I felt someone pinch my ass. I turned around quickly to see a chick with her breasts practically in my face. Begging me, actually. The hand that I believed pinched me was behind her now. Slowly making my way up to her face, I saw her blonde hair sitting atop of her boobs. I mean, if you were fucking blind you couldn’t have missed those things. She had on a bright yellow v-neck shirt with a push-up bra.

Although I didn’t believe she needed one.

When I took my eyes away from them I found myself looking into a set of dark blue eyes. Her pink, shiny bottom lip was tucked between her teeth. I couldn’t help but grin. It was so easy for someone to let me know what they wanted. All it took was a wink, or batting of the eyes to tell me they wanted a piece.

She turned around, bending over to retrieve something. I didn’t care what she was trying to get because she had on the shortest white daisy dukes I had ever seen. Ass was all up in the air, waiting for something. Her white thong was hanging out the top of her shorts. And oh fuck, she had fucking legs that went on for days. I was just about to grab her ass when she stood up and handed me a red cup.

I looked down at her hand stretched out to me. “Thanks.” I grabbed the cup, looking over at Paul again and saw him eye fucking the chick who had just handed me the cup. The nerve of this prick to check her out in front of me.

“Yo!” I yelled out over the music. His eyes went from her ass to me. “You got them around you already, asshole.” He chuckled. Even if he tried to take her I knew she wouldn’t go with him, not until I was done with her. But I knew that look in his eyes. It was the ‘send her over my way when you’re done’ look. I didn’t know why but he sometimes wanted my seconds. I didn’t care. It wasn’t like I was going to be with them again, and if they agreed to go to him after we were through then why would I want them back?

For that brief moment I’d forgotten about Becca and Grey until I turned my head toward the rock that they were occupying. Her legs were still wrapped around his waist and his hands were inside the back of her jeans, grabbing her ass. Her large breasts were pressed against him as she gripped his neck to pull him closer.

How much fucking closer did you need to get?

I guess she was more fucking drunk than what I’d thought. Her hands were making their way inside of his shirt. What the fuck were they going to do, have sex in the middle of the party?

I was leaning forward, about to walk toward them, when I felt fingers on my chin turning my head. Eventually I complied and I saw the chick with the breasts smiling at me. “Want to step away for a little?” She didn’t say it low. It was loud enough for a couple of the guys around to hear. They started to whistle and holler at us. That’s what she wanted, the attention. I did one final glance at Becca but she was still in ‘Grey Heaven’. She’d better not give me shit ever again.

“Yeah, sweetheart.” I grabbed her hand before she could respond and pulled her away from the crowd. She just giggled. I’d never seen this chick around here, which meant that somebody had invited her. Oh well, I guess that was a good thing. It meant that whenever I came back to town I wouldn’t have to face her. As we walked away from the crowd she kept tripping.

“Darn it,” she said, letting go of my hand. When I looked down I saw that she had on heels.

Who the fuck wore heels to a dirt cornfield? And why? I just shook my head and continued to walk.

“Why are you going all the way back here anyway?” she asked behind me.

If only she would shut her mouth. This was her idea anyway. “To move from the crowd.”

More grunting came from her so I stopped, making her bump right into me. She almost fell to floor. She would’ve been in the perfect position for what I had in mind. I didn’t bring any condoms so I wasn’t fucking tonight.

Out of nowhere, a pair of warm hands made their way up my shirt. Looking down, I saw the blonde biting her lip. “Look, I don’t have a con…” but before I could finish, the hands that were on my chest made their way down my pants, stroking me. “Fuck.” She took me by surprise, dropping to her knees. I guess I didn’t have to do anything. She had it handled.