Sexy Little Secrets - A Bedside Companion (24 page)

“C’mon.  We’ve got to get out of here.”  He slid off the table, pulling his boxers back on, and then his jeans.

“Aw Jesus.  If it would’ve been in my bedroom, we wouldn’t have to worry about this.”  She muttered, trying to do her bra.  Still in shock of the intruder, she struggled.  Tim fastened the bra for her.  She pulled on the beige sweater, the knitting hanging loose from her body.  He pulled on his own shirt, and was tying his sneakers as she did her jeans up.  She slipped on her socks and shoes, Tim watching her. 

She finished and stood up, and he planted a kiss tenderly on her lips.  He had been so gentle.  So slow and methodical.  So tender.  He bent over and picked up his bag as she giggled.  He hushed her as they crept towards the door as silently as possible.  He tried the door and it wouldn’t open.

Shit!”  He muttered, his arm moving to his mouth to muffle his foul words.

“It won’t open?” 
Amanda whispered.

“No.”

“What about the back door?”  She suggested.

“The fire alarm’ll go off.”  He whispered.

“Perfect.”  She whispered.  If they were caught, Tim would be off the team.

“Someone’s coming.” 
Tim’s voice was panicked, his eyes sweeping the room for an exit.

“The window.” 
Tim pointed.  They scurried over.  It was open to let fresh air circulate.  He pushed the screen out and then lifted himself up.  Amanda shoved his bag up to him.  The light flipped on. Quickly, she ducked behind the equipment, holding her breath and staying still.

“Who’s there?”  A man’s voice yelled.  Silence. 
Tim gave a pained look.  “I said who’s there!”  The man demanded.  Amanda’s eyes looked up to Tim’s.  He held a finger to his lips as she crouched lower.  The man left, the light flipped off, and she sighed.  Standing, she brushed herself off.

“C’mon!” 
He hissed urgently.  Giggling softly, she hurried to the window.  Tim went out first, and then she raised her arms to the sill, her fingers grabbing the sharp metal.  Her muscles were put to the extreme as she raised herself up.  Her knees kissed the wall, her feet slapping the cement.  He grabbed her elbows and heaved her up as she struggled out, lifting her onto the grass.  They collapsed on the soft green, lying on their backs, staring at the sky.  Amanda began laughing.  Tim propped himself up on an elbow, focusing on her shadowy figure.  It was hard to see at half past twilight.

“Oh God.”  She laughed, rolling onto her stomach.  She was giddy and excited, as she tried to contain her giggles.  Her body shook.

What?”  He gave her a wry smile.

“Oh nothing.”  She replied airily.  He raised himself to his knees, making a grab for her. 

“What?”  He tickled her, grinning.  She shrieked, kicking her legs and giggling.

“Okay, I give, I give!”  She stilled herself, sighing.  He bent his head down, his soft hair falling in his eyes.  She brushed aside the locks and strands of hair that fell against his forehead.  His lips brushed against hers lightly, lingering.  She laughed once again.  “Wow, I feel like I’m in 8th grade.  Sneaking around, climbing through windows so we don’t get caught.”  She took in a huge fresh breath of night air.  He
laughed too, staring at her.  Her eyes were wide, innocent, and satisfied.  He wanted to hold her forever.  She blinked.

“Oh gosh, we’ve got a long drive ahead of us.”  He groaned, exhausted.

“Tim?”  She sat up, crawling to her feet.

“Huh?”

“This time you drive.”  She laughed.

This is the first time in many nights that I just went on a walk.  A walk by myself, and enjoyed it.  I should do this more often.  It’s good for me.

Andy continued walking.  The only bad thing about walking late at night was that he got philosophical.  He reached home shortly and kept the dog in an empty hamper, on top of an old shirt.  He fed it water and soft
mashed hot dogs, and sat down at his desk once again, and opened his journal.  He grabbed a pen, and began to write.

Earlier, I put together a puzzle.  I mean, no one was home, so I opened the box, and put together this puzzle on the coffee table.  It took me three hours, but I finished it.  I glued as I went along.  It was quite nice.  The picture was nothing special.  Just a waterfall and rainbow.  Kind of girly now that I think about it.  But as I was putting the puzzle together, I realize now, that it’s a lot like life.  There are little pieces here and there, but they mean nothing, until all the pieces are together.  Overall?  The big picture counts.  It’s the small things that make the big ones.  During the whole puzzle process, I thought I had lost a couple of pieces.  I said it took me three hours to create this puzzle, but if you count the time it took for the puzzle to dry, it took me five.  I gave up for a while, till the puzzle dried, and figured I’d look again.  Then it occurred to me, that the missing puzzle pieces might be between the puzzle and the newspaper backing it was resting on.  It was an idea, but one that couldn’t be accomplished until the puzzle was dry.  It would require patience.  After it dried, I ripped away the backing, and behold, the missing puzzle pieces.  I put them in place, glued, and took a step back, looking at my accomplishment.  I thought to myself, ‘I didn’t stop until I was finished.  I sat there, and completed it without being sidetracked’.  And it was true.  I completed it.  I finished it.  And for once, I had gained an ounce of patience.  While it had only been a puzzle, there was more symbolism in there than I have ever found in a book that is required to be read, or a speech that I have ever given.

Andy looked up, and took a deep breath.

“See?  I always get philosophical at the same time every night.”  Andy looked at his dog.  The dog cocked its head at him and whimpered.  Andy stood up.  “
I wish Susan had not dumped you on me.” He muttered. “Oh all right, I suppose I should take you out before bedtime anyway, or else you’re going to make an unwanted mess.”  He gave a sideways grin, and picked the dog up, going outside.  Andy continued on his way, passing a few friends in the hall, opening the door and sat down in the grass, letting the dog wander.  He began to think about Erin, his girlfriend, until a bubbly voice interrupted his thoughts.

“Andy!”  A girl in short white shorts ran towards him.

“Oh.  Hi!”  Andy gave a fake grin, looking up.

“Hey, I was wondering how you were doing.”  The girl sat down next to him.  “I was getting pretty lonely, considering that it’s spring break and everyone’s gone.  And I heard some rumors about you and some other girl.”  She brushed the hair off her shoulders, and pulled it to one side.

“Well, last I heard Susan, we weren’t exactly together.”  He stated bluntly, pulling up blades of grass and tossing them onto his shoes.

“When I said we shouldn’t see each other for awhile, I meant like a vacation.  That we would eventually hook back up.  Like breathing space.”  She looked at him.  Andy had no reply.  “I didn’t know that you were going to...”  She trailed off.

“Susan, I didn’t exactly mean it to happen that way.  I didn’t have her lined up, waiting till you were gone.”  Andy blushed, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Can we go upstairs?”  She looked over to him.

“Susan...”  He gave her a sidelong, wary glance.

“Well it’s kind of cold.”  She pressed her lips into a line.  Andy sighed, standing up to his feet and brushing off his bottom.  He chased after the dog, picking it up in his arms.

“Come on.”  Andy opened the door for his ex-girlfriend, shaking his head.  Susan gave a coy smile.

“Well gee, don’t be excited at all.”  She crossed her arms over her chest.  Andy rolled his eyes, walking in front of her.  Susan pushed her way so she could walk next to him.  They were both silent as they made their way up to the room.  Once again, he opened the door for her, and shut it behind himself, noticing the difference in temperature. 

Well, maybe it was a little colder outside.
  He shrugged.  Susan sat down on the couch, obviously comfortable with her surroundings, and with him.

“Go ahead and take a seat.”  Andy said wryly.
“By the way, are you going to take your dog back?”

“Oh c’mon Andy.  We’re old friends.  Not new lovers.”  She smiled.

“Susan, we were never lovers.”  Andy opened up the refrigerator.  “We were two students, dating.”  He grabbed a soda, shaking his head.  He took a seat on the couch next to her, feeling odd.  The next thing he knew, Susan was leaning around him, her mouth covering his.  He twisted away.  “Susan, what the hell are you doing?”  He breathed, wiping his mouth and setting down his coke.

“I want you Andy.  I want you back.  Forget the other girl.”  Susan put her hands flat on Andy’s chest.  “God, I so want you.”  She kissed him.

“Susan—” Andy warned, standing up and moving to the stuffed armchair.  That didn’t stop her.  She came over, straddling his knees.  Andy looked away, but that didn’t mean he stopped feeling.  Susan was unbuttoning his pants, her cold fingers on him making him jump.

“Scare you?”  She whispered, raising an eyebrow.  He threw his head back into the chair, clenching his teeth, trying to keep control of himself.

“Susan, please stop.”  He begged. 

“Why?”  She leaned forward, letting her full weight settle across his legs.  “You like it, I like it.”  She turned his face towards hers, staring into his eyes.  Andy swallowed hard.  Her chest was in front of him, straining the cloth.  The dog whimpered in the corner.

To hell with the dog.  It’s under a roof.  It’ll survive till morning.
  He thought, his mind racing. 
Erin.  Don’t forget Erin.
  He realized.

“I don’t have anything on me.”  He lied, trying to find a way out.

“Who cares.  I’m on the pill.”  She bared her white teeth at him.  Andy kissed the smile, his arms wrapping around her, pulling her forward, closer to him.  Susan tugged off her white shorts, and he realized she wore no underwear.  But this was no simple love making.  He realized, it was going to be just plain sex.

Just plain sex Andy.  No love.  No affection.  Just cold, hard sex.  Well, hard anyway.
  He laughed, as she pulled down his pants, and then his jockeys.  She stood up in front of him, pulling off her top and undoing her bra, as he slipped out of his shirt.  They were both naked, except he was still wearing his socks. 

Sex with socks.  No biggie.  Doesn’t stop me any.
  Andy sat back, smiling towards his ex girlfriend.  She climbed on top of him, her weight settling.  His hands touched her breasts, squeezing gently, his fingers playing with her nipples.  She opened her mouth, her head rolling back as she took in a deep breath, and smiled.  Her eyes closed, and his mouth found each one.  His tongue circled around it, and he heard her breath break. 

Her hands gripped his shoulders tightly to brace herself for whatever was to come.  She raised herself on her knees slightly, rubbing herself along him, smiling.  Andy’s arms wrapped around her once again, his hands sliding down to her hips.  With a swift motion that took his strength, he forced her down on top of him.  A small sound escaped Susan’s throat, as she sighed, relaxing.  They were both still for the moment, their breathing slightly elevated.  Andy’s mouth found hers as they kissed hard.  Susan shifted slightly, contracting and tensing on top of him, and Andy broke the kiss for a gasp of air.  His arms were encircled around her, keeping her in place.  She gyrated her hips on top of him, grinding down.  Her breath came out in torn bits as he held her closer, his tongue gliding over her throat and neck. 

“Oh God, Suzy, I’ve missed you.”  He murmured against her skin, his breath making her chest tingle.  He nuzzled her breasts, biting the tops gently.  She raised herself slightly, moving her legs so they were wrapped around his hips, and she was sitting in the pit between his legs.  He felt himself go in even deeper, and he moaned.

“God Andy, why did we ever split?”  She moaned, rocking against him.  “God, this is so good.”  She placed her hands on his chest, her nails digging in.  Andy scooted forward, Susan bumping up.  She sighed, closing her eyes and giving a shrill moan.  With his feet firmly on the ground, he had more control.  His hot mouth enveloped her right breast, over the nipple.  He felt it harden and come to a point at the touch of his tongue, and he heard her gasp from pleasu
re.  His forearm came up her back, forcing her to arch her back and thrust her chest into his face. 

He tongued his way to the other breast, leaving a trail of saliva.  He nipped at the other nipple, feeling it harden and feeling her response on him, clenching him, tugging him deeper and making him harder.  Susan moved again, grinding downward, and then lifting herself up slightly.  He sensed her coming down on him, so he thrusted upwards, his arms adding to the force of gravity.  Her stomach clenched from tension every few seconds, as did other parts of her body.  Andy’s tongue slipped into her mouth, around her lips, and back again.  They began to rock faster, together, and Andy grunted slightly at the work.

“Uh, my God, Andy...”  Susan turned her face to the side, squeezing her eyes shut, breathing hard.  She raised herself onto her knees, coming down hard, feeling him touch her to the very core.  She did so again, Andy thrusting upward as she came down.  Andy’s hand slipped around to grab her buttocks, squeezing them as she came onto him.  “Oh God yes...”  She moaned, “yes, yes...”  She breathed hard.  Furiously, he gyrated his hips as she came down one last time, grunting his name.