Wicked End (59 page)

“Baby, please don’t look at him that way,” Chad softly said as he took my hands.

It made me feel so good when he called me “baby.” I looked up into his light blue eyes. They usually sparkled when he looked at me, but not at that moment. I started to feel bad.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I’m not trying to hurt you.” I reached up and ran my hand through his long, light-blond hair.

He bent down and closed his eyes. I knew he loved when I did that to him. I always smiled when I made him feel good. Sometimes, that look on his face made me want to kiss him, but I wouldn’t in front of Giovanni.

I pushed away the feeling and touched his cheek. “Chad, you know I won’t go after him. I’m not like that.”

His eyes opened. “I know, baby girl. I can’t help how I feel.”

“Neither can I,” I admitted then kissed his cheek.

“I love you.”

“I know, but he’s the guy I told you about,” I quietly admitted.

He sighed. “The one from your electronic music class?”

“Yeah.” I felt bad, but I had to tell Chad. I told him everything.

He took a deep breath. “Don’t pick up any equipment, got it?” Then he walked towards the van. He hated me helping out because he liked my well-manicured nails. I painted them blue—it was his favorite color.

As I watched them, I noticed Giovanni’s look contrasted completely with Chad’s. He had dark, (almost black) hair down past his shoulder blades. It seemed to bounce when he walked. He also had dark brown eyes accented by unusually long eyelashes. I could see that his body was built-up. I couldn’t wait for him to take his coat off so I could admire it.

Chad was several inches taller than Giovanni but not as muscular. However, Chad wasn’t too thin, either. He was strong and fit. I always thought Chad was built like a god. And I liked that Chad wasn’t shy about wearing an earring in both ears. It made him even more handsome to me.

Giovanni and his brother Rosario looked a lot alike, but Rosario had very short hair, was a little taller and a year older. The hoop earring Giovanni wore was sexy. Rosario had his tongue pierced, but nothing else (that I could see, at least.) I had heard that tongue piercings could make a girl feel real good, but Rosario was much too skinny for me.

When Giovanni was out of earshot, I heard Rosario say to Chad, “Damn, she’s hot! Is she your girlfriend?”

“Well, that depends on what you mean by ‘girlfriend,’” Chad replied.

While Giovanni set up his drum set, Chad and I adjusted the amplifiers and tuned our guitars. We then started out with an old rock song that we all knew.

Giovanni was an impressive drummer. He really got into it and could easily begin a song at any point if someone else screwed up, which happened often that day. I noticed that he smiled at me every time I looked at him. I did my best not to let it affect my bass playing.

We decided to play heavy metal music because that was the genre we all liked. Rosario’s singing voice wasn’t bad, but was much better at screaming and growling lyrics instead, so it worked out perfect.

The biggest accomplishment of the day, was deciding on a name for the band. Chad came up with the name Triple Threat, because he said that with three guys and me, I ran the risk of all three of them wanting to have sex with me at once.

By dinnertime, we were only able to play one whole song successfully. But we had learned to work with each other and found that we had the same musical goals. It was a very good start overall.

After we had dinner with his family, Chad pulled me up to his room. We had lived next door to each other for 14 years by then. I was almost as close to his parents as my own, but his brothers were another story. They drove us crazy.

Once we were in the upstairs hallway, Chad’s brother, Will, who was 23 and in graduate school, came out of his room and followed us. When we stepped into Chad’s room, Will came up close to me.

“Hey, Crystal,” he leaned down and whispered. “Still hanging with this loser?”

I sighed. “Go away, Will. I’m still not going out with you.”

He pressed his body against me. I could feel his stiff cock. He said, “How about you just let me fuck you?”

“Don’t talk to her that way!” Chad shouted. “Leave her alone!” He was very protective of me.

Will rolled his eyes at his little brother as he walked around to stare at me. “Look at her. No guy could leave her alone. Crystal, you’re gorgeous.”

Although I liked when Will said things like that, I had no desire to have him near me. I reached up and kissed Chad on the lips. Chad knew I would do it, because I had done that before when Will hit on me.

Chad used it to his advantage. He put his arms around me and kissed me back forcefully. I could never resist when he kissed me like that. I ran my hands up his back and went with it. When I heard the bedroom door close behind us, I knew Will had gone away annoyed.

Chad suddenly picked me up, cupping my butt in his hands. He pulled my legs around him, as if I weighed nothing. At 110 pounds, I was less than half his size. I automatically put my arms around his neck and we kept kissing. He walked over and dropped me on his bed, then lay down on top of me.

“Get up, Chad!” I told him, only pretending to be annoyed between kisses.

He smirked. “Why?” He leaned down and kissed me deeply. “You watched one of my friends all day. That really hurt. You should make it up to me.” Then he ground his stiff shaft against me a bit.

I held in a moan, then shouted, “Stop!” with a laugh. I enjoyed when we played like that, even though I was afraid to sleep with him. I didn’t want to lose my best friend. Feeling his arousal turned me on, but I would never tell him that. “I’m not doing it with you, Chad.”
Not like in my dreams,
I thought to myself.

He opened my legs with his knee and started sliding his hips over me. I had to close my eyes and bite my lip. Feeling his erection made me wonder how big it was. It felt larger than any I had ever seen before.

“I know you like this,” he whispered. “I can see it in your eyes. Let me make love to you, baby. Please.”

I clenched my teeth, trying to fight my desire for him. “I can’t. Please stop.”

Suddenly, he got off me. “One day, you’re gonna want me real bad. You’ll see.” He leaned down and kissed my lips. “I love you so much, baby girl.” Then he left the room.

When Chad came back 10 minutes later, he sat down on his bed next to me. “Next time, you’re doing it for me,” he told me with a smirk.

I wanted to go further with Chad. I was so comfortable with him, and he turned me on so much. I could picture him later with his hand around his dick, trying to ease his frustration. What an image! I wish that worked for me. I had such small fingers. I couldn’t reach in far enough to give myself an orgasm.

At that moment, I really wished I had a boyfriend, so
I
wouldn’t be so frustrated. However, that probably wouldn’t help. I didn’t sleep with all the guys I dated. I leaned my head on Chad’s arm, wanting to be close to him and trying to hide how I truly felt.

He put his arm around me and held me to his chest. “I’m sorry. I won’t make you touch me.”

“I know,” I replied. “Can we talk about something else, please?”

He hugged me. “Sure. What do you wanna do for your birthday?”

“Can we go out dancing?” He and I were both born in March. I looked out his window just above his bed and saw my room across the side yard. He used to watch me dance alone in my room for years before I taught him how to dance with me.

Chad smiled. “We can do that.”

He let me go, and I lay back on his bed again. I couldn’t get our kissing out of my mind. Chad and I had kissed many times over the years, but that time it was different. It was more passionate. I was still hot from it. I forced myself to think of something else, before I jumped on Chad and ended our sexual frustration.

We were only months away from graduating college and having to go out into the real world. That was a bit scary, but we had each other, like always. I really hoped the band worked out, because I thought it would be amazing to keep spending time with Chad. I didn’t know what I would ever do without him.

The bed moved, and soon after, Chad was holding my hand, something he did often. I turned my head and saw him lying next to me. He looked like he was thinking, too. I closed my eyes again.

He really
was
my best friend in the world. We could tell each other anything. We did practically everything together. We told each other all our secrets and helped each other through bad break-ups. We trusted each other completely.

Chad suddenly squeezed my hand. “Baby, you OK? You’re so quiet.”

“Just thinking.” I was glad I had so many wonderful memories of him and me together.

The bed moved again. I looked at Chad. He had turned his body towards me. “Please tell me you’re not thinking about Giovanni.”

“I wasn’t.” I turned to him and looked into his eyes. “I was thinking about you.” Then I touched his face, but I wasn’t sure why.

He smiled and put his hand over mine. “My life would be empty without you in it. You mean more to me than you know.” He kissed my lips softly. “I wish you loved me back.”

“I know,” I sighed. “Sometimes, I wish I did, too. But if we started dating and then broke up…” I took a deep breath because tears were threatening to come. “I’d miss you.”

He pulled me close to him. “I wouldn’t let that happen. I’d do anything to keep you in my life. I’d treat you so good you’d never leave me. There’s nothing in the world that could make me stop loving you. Nothing.” He held me for a while longer, and then we both sat up.

I looked up at him and asked, “What do you love about me?”

He caressed my cheek. “I love how your cheeks turn a little pink in the sun when we go to the beach. You know I love your blue eyes. They’re like sapphires. I’ve never met anyone else with eyes that exact color.” He ran a hand through my hair. “And the red highlights in this gorgeous brown hair make you even more beautiful.”

He kissed my lips. “Your lips are perfect, too. They’re so full and they taste so good.” He closed his eyes briefly and then he gazed down at me again.

We both smiled. I never heard him talk that way before. I could feel his love in every word.

Before saying a word, he used a finger to pull my blouse down more and got a real eyeful of my breasts. “You know I love your boobs, but that’s another story.” He leaned his head down and kissed as much of my breasts as he could.

I liked it, but I didn’t have the answer I was hoping for. “You only love me for my looks, huh?”

“No, baby,” he said as he lifted his head. “I love the way you walk, and the way you talk. I love the face you make at me when I say I want you.” He picked up my hand. “I love how you’ll try anything once and aren’t afraid to do things most girls shy away from. I love teaching you things and watching you play sports. And I really love how tiny you are. I love everything about you, baby. I swear it’s not just your body, although that is calling to me right now.”

I sighed. He almost always had to add a sexual comment to something nice. “Thanks, Chad.” I squeezed him a bit.

Then we heard his mother yell, “Chad Patrick McLoughlin, get in the garage and clean up that mess!”

Chad looked at me and smiled. “She used my whole name. I better get down there before she accidentally breaks something.” He stood up then pulled me up by my hands. “Do you wanna go see a movie tonight?”

“Sure.” We liked a lot of the same types of movies. “Hey, Chad do you think we’ll still be friends when we’re our parents’ age?”

He pulled me to him so my head rested on his chest. “Baby, I think we’ll be friends forever.”

Continued in:

When Angela and Jennifer arrived at The Pier, it was loud and very crowded, like most clubs are. Jennifer had never been there before, but she’d heard a lot about it from the younger crowd at work. She was 35 and had stopped going to those sorts of places because the men were too young and immature. She was looking for a man, not a boy.

Angela, on the other hand, was practically a cougar. Most of the men she dated were between 25 and 30. She said they kept her young, and they had sexual stamina most men her age did not. Jennifer thought it helped Angela forget that 40 was just around the corner for her.

The girls found their way to a corner where there were tables, and the music was not as loud. They ordered drinks and watched the dancers. Angela shamelessly eyed a young man on the dance floor.

“So,” Angela began as she sipped her margarita. “What are we celebrating?”

Jennifer smiled widely. “Guess what came today?”

“You’re kidding?” Angela put her drink down and gave her friend her full attention. “He finally stopped fighting you?”

Jennifer smiled. “Yep. I threatened to tell his new girlfriend about his problem with getting it up sometimes.”

Angela had just taken a sip of her drink. Some flew out of her mouth as she laughed loudly. “You’re fucking kidding me!” She covered her mouth and laughed again. “Like the time when you tried a threesome?”

“Yeah, he was so intimidated by the size of the other guy’s dick he didn’t take his underwear off.”

“At least you had a good time that night.” Angela tried to stop giggling. “It was the least Darren could do.”

Jennifer smiled as she recalled how his co-worker’s cock felt inside of her while he bent her over the bed. “He walked out of the room, humiliated by how fast I came. He could never give me that much pleasure.”

“I don’t know what you saw in him. I can’t stand a guy with only six inches.” Angela was definitely a size queen.

“Well, he was pretty good in bed, most of the time. It doesn’t matter anymore. I’m going to find someone who isn’t scared of kinky.”

“You go, girl.” Angela scanned the crowd hoping to find a man for Jennifer to bring home. She knew that was not how she normally operated, but she needed a good fuck. “How about I talk to a few of these handsome men and set you up with one?”