We'd fallen asleep soon after our incident with barely a word spoken between us. He'd gotten up and used the bathroom then I'd done so immediately after, studiously waiting until he was back in his bed. I didn't want to face him, didn't want him to see how ashamed of myself I was, am. Because after the intense wave of euphoria settled an equally powerful wave of embarrassment washed over me.
Boston has a way of getting right up and under my skin. Because of it I had masturbated. In a bed. Next to a complete stranger.
When he had entered the room and saw me in my underwear I wasn't nervous or embarrassed, like I would usually be. Instead I was exhilarated, excited. Then I was hot, so hot, when he came up directly behind me and caressed me.
He'd handled me like he owned my body. Those hands touched me like they wanted to brand my skin. Hell, maybe he did. The scary part was I didn't seem to mind in the least and I haven't even known him an entire week.
I had wanted him to take his pleasure from me, to give it to me, even begged him for it when we'd been in the dark. The things I wanted him to do and the admittance of those things to him startled me. It startled me and scared me to my core. Never once had I acted in such a way with Carter. Never had he ever made me feel the tingling sensation all over my skin, down there. No, not the way Boston did.
I hear my phone start buzzing for the millionth time and grab ahold of it. My dad has been calling me nonstop. It pings again with a text from my mom telling me that my brother and Amelia had had their baby. When the phone rings again I answer.
"Hey dad." Please tell me I don't sound as nervous as I think I do.
"Hey dad? Excuse me but why haven't you been picking up my phone calls?" I purse my lips as I look at the bed across from mine imagining what transpired last night. My dad is going to kill me. "Monica?"
"Mom text me and said Jamie is now a father! I'm so excited for him!" I let out a fake excited squeal of a noise. It's only fake because I'm so nervous. I'm genuinely happy for my brother.
"You still didn't answer my question but yes, your brother is now a father. We're super proud of him. The baby is beautiful. But why haven't you picked up my phone calls." The man never backs down.
"Uhm, well," I chew my lip knowing the onslaught I'm about to get but he's going to find out anyway. Like peeling off a band-aid. "I left school and decided to go on a road trip with a friend." The words came out in a hurried rush and are met with prolonged silence. "Dad?"
"You did what now?" The words were tight. I can practically see his large tatted hand running through his hair in irritation. A perpetual habit of frustration.
"I went on a road trip with a friend." I deadpanned again.
"Are you out of your mind, Monica? I swear to God himself the next time I see Carter I'm going to wring his fucking neck. That little entitled piece of... I'm going to castrate him when I—"
"Dad, calm down. I'm fine." I know my next words will have the exact opposite effect of calming him though. "I'm, uhm, I'm not with Carter." More silence. If he only knew what had transpired between the two of us... I visualize Boston snapping the waistband of my thong and cringe. "Dad?"
"You're with a stranger?" More silence and then I hear him take a deep breath and I know I'm in for it. "ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MIND? MONICA, WHAT IF SOMETHING HAPPENS TO YOU? I WILL NEVER BE ABLE TO FORGIVE MYSELF. MONICA, I SWEAR IF YOU DON'T GO BACK TO SCHOOL I WILL SEND OUT A FUCKING SEARCH PARTY FOR YOU. TELL ME YOU'RE WITH A FEMALE FRIEND BECAUSE IF YOU ARE WITH SOME RANDOM GUY I—" I hang up the phone not being able to take anymore. I love my dad to death but he's always been so over protective. There's probably nothing I could say right now that would get through to him.
I click over to my brother's name in the contacts. If anyone would understand impulsivity it's Jamie. I press his name and let out a long sigh.
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Boston's in the bathroom and I am super glad for that. He can stay in there for the rest of the day as far as I'm concerned. I'd rather avoid the topic of what happened last night for as long as possible. But when the door clicks open I know it's inevitable.
"So, how was the chitchat?" He candidly asked.
"You know, that was my brother I was on the phone with. You're lucky it wasn't my dad." Boston cringes at that because toward the end he'd came in the room and said 'hey, gorgeous, you ready to get going?' obnoxiously loud.
"My bad. I was just messing around. I didn't know."
"He and his wife just had a baby." I glance away from him, not being able to look at him for more than a second. "Yup. I'm an auntie now."
"Ayy congrats!"
"Thanks." I continue to look anywhere but at him. I've studiously done so all morning.
I fidget with my phone, going through my social media for a little while. I see pictures of Carter at parties, arms around girls, seemingly trying to goad me. I haven't posted one picture since being on the road trip with Boston. It wasn't necessarily because of Carter but more so my family.
Welp, the cat's out of the bag now.
I click over to my text messages. I scroll through the endless amount from Carter. He asks for updates on my whereabouts then asks if anything is going on between Boston and I. He says he still loves me and it makes my chest pang with guilt from what happened last night. I sigh and click over to Marcella's.
How's the hot mystery guy?
When do I get a picture?
Are you going to bang him?
If not bang then at least finger-bang?
Reading hers has my face flaring. And like my reddening cheeks have a beacon, I can feel a set of eyes watching me. I turn away from him as I pocket my phone. Please don't ask what I know you're going to ask. I don't wan't to talk about it.
"Alright," Boston blows out a big breath, sitting down on the bed next to me. "Let's address the giant-ass masturbation-elephant in the room. I would really like you to stop being so awkward. You're making me feel awkward."
"I'm not being awkward." That is a complete lie if I've ever told one.
"You are being one-hundred percent awkward. Completely fucking awkward. Which makes me feel like you weren't ready for something like last night."
But I was ready and I wanted it. It's just... scaring the ever-living life out of me.
"It's just..." I feel my cheeks flush, still not wanting to state my previous thoughts. "I've just never done something like that before." I mean, I'm sure I did not have to vocalize that. I shrug.
"I didn't mean to push you to do something you weren't ready for, Monica."
How can he be taking the blame when I was clearly the drunken instigator? I let him play with my panties and told him I wanted him to... God, why did I have to say all those things? I told him so much more too. Like my friends always joke— 'Monica, you're such a cock-tease'.
"I'm sorry about last night. I'm sorry if I lead you on or whatever. You know, maybe you should go out without me today. I'm kinda of feeling a bit under the weather. And like maybe I should—"
"Stop it." He grabs ahold of my chin, lifting my gaze to meet his large and dark eyes. They're warm, like whiskey, like the touch scalding my chin, as they search mine.
"Did you enjoy it?" I nod up at him with cheeks burning. "If you enjoyed it then that's all that matters." His thumb brushes over my lips. "Don't think too much about it. Just go with your gut."
"You don't think like... I'm a cock-tease, do you?" He immediately lets go of my chin and snorts out a laugh. "What?" I smack his chest playfully. "Don't laugh at me. I'm serious."
Once he gathers himself he answers me with, "no. No, Monica. I do not think you are a cock tease. Matter-of-fact you dirty talked with me until we both uhm yeah." Now it's his turn to look away. "So no. No, you're not a tease. You in that thong though." He bites his lips and shakes his head. "That's a visual for the spank bank for sure."
"The what? What the hell is a spank bank?" His eyes find mine with brows pulled up in amusement. He points to his temple with one hand and makes a jerking-off motion with the other. "You pig!" I grab a pillow and smack him with it before falling back on the bed and covering my face with it.
"Man, I'm sorry but I have to." I whip the pillow off my face right before his hands descend on me, tickling my abdomen. The abdomen I'd unknowingly bared to him.
"Stop!" I'm just barely able to choke out between laughs. "Please Boston!" I keep laughing as his large hands run over my ribs. "Please!"
"You going to quit your awkward shit and have a good time with me today?" I bark out another fit of giggles as tears flow down my face. "Hmm?"
"Yes! Yes! I promise!" His hands slow before he pulls down my shirt. "Geez." I wipe the wetness away from my tears of laughter as I sit up. "I didn't realize I was so flippin' ticklish."
"You're a squeamish one for sure." His eyes darken for a second before he stands up from the bed abruptly. He holds out a hand for me to take so he can lift me off the bed.
I swat it away with, "no thanks, tickle monster."
"Oh come on, Cherry, just take the damn thing." I reach up and grab ahold of his hand letting him pull me up. When he does, he over exerts the pull and I end up going directly into his chest. "Sorry about that." Boston's arms wrap around me, steadying me.
"It's fine" I place my hands on his chest. When his hands linger on my waist I look up at him. There's something there but before I can detect whatever it is he drops his arms and walks away from me.
"Alright, let's get this show on the road."
A/N:
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