Tethered (7 page)

Well, i
t
was
true that Kurt was really self-absorbed and cocky, even if I wasn’t the one to break things off, if there even were things there in the first place.

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that
. Yeah, a lot of guys on campus are really cocky. It gets old after a while, but some of their mentalities are still in high school and not college,” Tom said before taking a bite of his burger.

“Yeah, they really are,” I said, trying to keep up the illusion that I was talking about a guy on campus and not a guy who just played an undercover drug agent
, acting as if he were in college, in his movie,
The University of Kush
.

I picked up a single fry, the salt-laced spud running along my lips as I put it in my mouth and was overloaded with sodium and grease
. I winced, for my stomach wasn’t up to this task, but quickly took a drink and made a sound indicating I liked the fries, which I continued to eat even though they were horrible. The things we did when out with a guy for the first time.

As Tom was finishing his meal, I felt my phone buzz inside my purse, which was pushed up against my right thigh
. My mom usually called me on Sunday nights for our weekly chat, and I had totally forgotten that I never told her I’d be busy. I took out my phone, about to text her and let her know I’d have to call her tomorrow, but once I saw the screen, it wasn’t from my mom, and this was going to take more precedence.

It was Kurt…texting me as I
sat across from Tom. I conjured up about ten expletives in my head that I couldn’t repeat, and clicked to open the text, which taunted me to know what was inside, even though it clearly wasn’t a good choice.

“I need to talk with you”

“Got a text?” Tom asked as he had caught me with my phone.

“Yeah, sorry, my mom was asking me a question
.” I clicked delete on the text and put my phone back into my purse.

“Oh
, it’s no problem. I know how Moms can be. Mine still likes to check up on me all the time,” Tom said with a laugh before getting up and throwing away our food.

As I saw Tom standing there in his button up plaid shirt and hair combed back, I realized that I couldn’t continue to string him along
. I needed to commit myself to getting to know him, even if the allure of Kurt and being dangerous was strong and overbearing. Tom was safe, he was a protected choice, and I knew I would be happy, even if I wasn’t thrilled with the simpler life. I guess it was better to have a sure bet than one with ten percent odds of winning.

•••

Tom and I stayed at the carnival for another two hours, riding every ride and playing a few games, even though we both lost each time. I knew they were rigged, and I was positive those milk bottles were glued to the base. Tom tried, though, and I knew he did his best, which was good enough for me, even if I didn’t get a panda stuffed animal.

“So, what now?” I asked.

“Want to go for a walk?”

“That sounds nice,” I said with a smile before we left the carnival
. The man in the top hat and pinstripe suit yelled good-bye as we walked away.

“The city is so nice when it’s not filled with drunk kids,” Tom said as we walked to the edge of campus and onto the sidewalks.

“Tell me about it. My apartment is right on the main road where
everyone
is constantly drunk at night and screaming about getting laid and getting wasted. It gets really old after a while. Makes it hard to get a good night’s sleep some nights of the week,” I said.

“My apartment is pretty quiet, at least probably compared to yours,” Tom replied.

“You’re lucky. I’d kill to be in a quiet apartment,” I said enthusiastically.

As we continued walking, I felt something against my hand
. It was Tom’s hand, brushing up against mine as if he were testing the waters. If I moved my hand away and kept walking, it would mean I wasn’t interested in that right now and he wouldn’t look like a fool. If I didn’t move my hand, and he kept doing it, it meant I was open to the idea and welcomed holding his hand, which is what I wanted. I didn’t move it away, and a few seconds later, after his hand brushed against mine a few times, he grabbed it and laced his fingers with mine, locking our hands together.

I smiled and
glanced down at the cracks in the old sidewalk as I felt my cheeks heat up, as they probably turned slightly red, my heart racing. I could almost hear his heart beating out of his chest as the moisture from his hand rubbed off on mine, creating a warm sensation that I could feel easily.

We got more into the center of campus as people began sprouting up
. Couples, groups of friends, and even campus patrol in golf carts came and went as we continued with our walk. We didn’t have a real direction or purpose as we walked, but that was okay. We were, in a way, testing the waters of this romance as we just walked leisurely and felt the sensation of our skin against each other’s, even if it was only from holding hands, and not kissing or getting close.

“The moon is so beautiful,” I said as the glow of it overpowered the streetlamps and car headlights.

“It’s not the only beautiful thing out tonight,” he replied as he looked at me.

We stopped at a crosswalk, many cars all around, as I looke
d at him intently. The moon was shining, slightly crisp and cool air tunneled through the streets, and the look in his eyes screamed kiss. I lightly licked my lips, my tongue barely peeked through my mouth and made my lips glisten before it snuck back inside, as if inviting him in. Tom’s eyes softened, as his vulnerability in this moment was breaking through. As we stared into each other’s eyes, he moved in closer, just slightly, before I gave a little leeway and inched my head out just barely, as if inviting and giving him permission to kiss me.

As the crosswalk changed to green, we didn’t move, as if paralyzed by each other’s glare
. Tom moved in closer, his eyes closing, as I felt the butterflies fluttering against my stomach and making all of the blood in my body rush up to my head. In an instant, Tom’s lips pressed against mine, and all of the romantic thoughts I’ve had of him finally came to fruition. The kiss made me feel secure, as if I could trust him with my guard down. He wasn’t aggressive, and didn’t make any advances toward the rest of my body, showing this kiss was romantic and not sexual.

I reluctantly released our kiss as I felt him pull away
, and we opened our eyes. He smiled, I smiled, and he wrapped his arm around me as we waited yet again for the crosswalk to turn green.

“We should get out of here before it gets too late
. Want to go to my place for some coffee?” he asked.

I hesitated, not sure if I should, but decided I’d come this far, and it’d be stupid to end this date early after it
was going so well.

“I’d love to,” I replied.

Chapter Seven

“My place is just around the corner,” Tom said as we crossed a street and got outside the large and active zone of campus where students were always in full force no matter the time of day.

I gripped his hand tighter, the chills of the air making me shiver as each passing minute cooled me down just a little bit more than the minute before
. It usually wasn’t this cold this time of year in Southern California, but the weather was almost an excuse for some cuddling or close time with Tom. I knew he must’ve wanted to get closer, for we could’ve just gotten coffee at a diner or restaurant. There was no need to go to his place for it, and I was hoping his ulterior motive was to get a lot closer to me. After gaining a taste of affection and desire, I knew I wanted to eat the entire entrée, and not just get a single taste.

“And here we are,” Tom said as we walked up to an apartment, a four unit
white building with a perfectly sealed driveway, which reminded me of home as every other driveway I’ve seen in this town was filled with cracks and gaps.

“You have a nice place
.” We walked up to a wooden staircase, as his apartment was on the second floor.

“Yeah, it is a lot better than some other choices I looked at,” Tom said with a chuckle, making me almost wonder if he was talking about my apartment, since it was a little more run down than his.

We walked up to this door, the sound of a pacing dog clearly inside as I could hear the little contact medallion on his collar shaking around. Tom opened the door, and Chop greeted him right away as he jumped up and down before seeing me, and then ran up to me, sniffing me up and down as if he were judging if I were an okay person to come into his house.

“Don’t worry, he won’t bite or anything
.” Tom shut the door behind me.

I knelt down and pet Chop, who licked my hand, likely getting trace amounts of both my lotion and the grease and salt from the fries
. I stood back up, looked at Tom who was smiling as I played with Chop, and straightened out my top as it had rode up as I knelt down.

“I’ll get the coffee started,” Tom said as he set his keys on a table near the door and walked to his kitchen.

“This is a really nice place. It’s weird seeing one so nice on campus. Usually student apartments are filled with beer cans and old pizza boxes,” I said as I looked around his nicely furnished living room.

“Yeah, I can’t stand a lot of mess and dirt
. My dad used to be in the military and would always make my brother and me keep our rooms spotless. Do you like anything in your coffee? Cream and sugar, right?” Tom asked.

“Yeah, that’s good,” I said, dreading the fact that I would have to chug down more awful coffee.

I sat down on his couch, the springs underneath keeping me up high, which was a breath of fresh air compared to my couch, which let you sag down into the depths of hell. Chop sat at my feet, staring up at me with his tongue hanging out, indicating he wanted to play.

“Al
l right, here you go,” Tom said as he brought over an oversized white mug, the coffee inside producing a heavy steam.

“That was fast,” I said as I took the mug.

“Yeah, my parents got me one of the instant coffee makers for Christmas last year. I just put in a pod and I get coffee really fast. It really helps with those cold and hard to wake up mornings,” he said as he sat down beside me.

Chop
went to his bed on the other side of the room, and now it was just Tom and me, sitting alone in his apartment, not a single ridiculous noise coming from outside. Should I say something to keep things going? Should I let him be the man and initiate the conversation and any kind of intimacy? Maybe letting him do all the work would be the better option. I mean, I didn’t want to look needy or anything.

A few minutes
passed, and all Tom had done was take a few sips of his coffee. I actually took a few forced sips of mine just to make it look like I wasn’t a complete drone as I sat there and stared at his wall while the silence began to take over my mind and make me overthink the entire situation. Tom was great, and I liked being with him, but was this what I had to look forward to? Sitting in silence on his couch as neither of us could even think of something,
anything
, to say to one another?

“How’s the coffee?” he asked.

“Good,” I said after I took a tiny sip.

“That’s good,” he said, a clear sense of confusion in his voice.

Tom set his coffee mug down on a table in front of us, and put his back against the cushion, before he finally did something. He very hesitantly, and nervously, put his arm around me and pulled me closer to him. I quickly placed my mug next to his, and scooted in closer to his warm and strong body. I could feel his heart beating through his chest, the veins in his arm pulsating against my neck as his breathing got heavier. Was he going to make a move? Would I get to relive that kiss outside not too long ago? I placed my hands on my thighs, readying myself for whatever was going to come next.

I saw, out of my peripheral vision, his head turn toward me
. I turned mine right after, staring straight into his glistening eyes as he gave a half smile, as if his nerves wouldn’t allow him to open it all the way. Tom began to lean in, his lips, slightly shining from his tongue, which quickly ran over them, and came toward my lips as I opened my mouth just slightly to invite him in. I leaned in, my heart beating quicker, and our lips meant, first touching and then pressing, as the deed was finally complete. This, however, was more than just a simple kiss. It was more than outside at the crosswalk when our lips touched, but our mouths stayed closed.

Our mouths opened, as if we were giving each other permission for our tongues to play, which they most certainly did
. His tongue flickered around me, as if chasing it, as mine tried to escape the clutches and make him work for its affection. Tom’s hand moved across the cushion, resting on my thigh, as I felt a tingle down below. I was horny, longing for the desire and touch of a man, and with Tom right here, it amplified my lust. I wanted to show him how passionate I could be, and I wanted to feel his manhood.

As we continued to make out, Tom’s hand
crept farther up my thigh, onto my waist, and slowly up near my breasts. I thought, no, I knew that he wanted to grab them and feel them for himself. They were the forbidden fruit that he so lustfully wanted to taste. We began to kiss harder, my left hand resting on his upper thigh, as I could feel the impact his growing erection was having on his pants. I wasn’t even touching it, yet I knew it was dying to feel the fresh air and spring up for me. I squeezed his thigh, almost shouting that I wanted him, and he responded by inching his hand past my side and up toward my breasts, which he slowly, then confidently cupped in his hand. He squeezed them, as if inspecting to see if they were real, prompting me to slip my hand across his thigh and fall on top of his erection.

“You’re…so…sexy,” he said in between gasps for air as we continued to kiss.

Tom slowly lifted my shirt, suggesting he wanted it off without coming out and saying it. I helped him, pulling it off and tossing it to the side as my black bra pushed my breasts up high. I put my hands behind my back and unclasped my bra, exposing my perky breasts and nipples for him to see, as my bra fell to the floor. He looked in awe, as if they were the best he’d ever seen, then looked back up at me and moved in. He stuck out his tongue and ran it around my nipples, stimulating me in a way that I’d never had done before. His entire mouth soon accompanied it, sucking on them as they were pulled into his mouth, exciting me beyond control.

His hand rubbed the inside of my thigh as I felt myself beginning to get wet
. I watched him, his eyes staring back into mine, as he played tag with my nipples and made them into his plaything. He let go, the suction being dropped as my nipples were returned to normal.

“I want to pleasure you
. I’m here to make sure you feel good,” he said before unbuttoning my pants and pulling them off.

He guided me back, putting my head against the armrest of the couch as my body l
ay on the couch. I looked down at him as he slid off my black lace panties, exposing my warm, wet, and throbbing snatch to his happy eyes. He went down, my eyes still focused, as I felt his tongue press against my lips and start to rotate around.

“Fuck,” I whispered, barely even audibly.

His left arm wrapped around my leg, holding me still, as I felt goose bumps begin to cover my skin, each individual hair standing on end. I’d never felt this sensation before, but I knew I could never go without it again.

Tom began to flicker his tongue against my clit, like he’d either done this before or watched it online, causing my eyes to roll back into my head
. As he did this, my left arm flung back and held onto the couch as my right hand grabbed onto his neatly made hair and pushed his face farther into my dripping snatch. There was no way I was going to let him get away from all of this.

“God
, I want you,” I mumbled, as his tongue continued to pound against my waiting clit.

Tom came up,
my hand releasing his hair, as I opened my eyes and saw the hungry look in his eyes. He wanted it, and better yet, he wanted me.

I sat up on the couch, my naked body looking strange next to his fully clothed one, and quickly grabbed onto his belt buckle and pulled him closer to me, as I looked up at him from below. I began to unbuckle his belt, unzipped his pants, and pulled them down as his boner
pushed his blue boxers out. I pulled down his pants, taking them off from around his ankles, as he pulled his shirt off, exposing himself even further. He sat down on the couch next to me, his boxers still on, as I got on my knees on the cushion beside him, and pulled them down.

I grabbed the base of
his shaft in my hand, it not quite dwarfed like Kurt’s did. He wasn’t small, but wasn’t big by any means. He was average, and even though he was, it didn’t mean I didn’t want it any less. A few drips of pre-cum seeped out of his mushroom head as I began to stroke it up and down. I looked at him, his hand on my back, as I could tell he was nervously waiting for my mouth to wrap around it, as my spit would drip down the shaft and onto his shaved balls.

I leaned down, my
breasts resting against his hairy thigh, as my mouth enveloped his manhood and began to push myself up and down on it. I pushed myself down, fitting it all inside my mouth and throat, as I heard him moan in absolute pleasure. He curled his toes, and I cupped his balls in my right hand, as some of my spit fell on my hand and glazed it over.

His
rock stayed hard in my mouth, his hand wandering down to my ass and grabbing it softly as my hair fell in front of me and caused me problems. I let go of my grip on his shaft and sat up, stroking it gently as all I wanted was him inside of me. I had been dreaming of this guy for so long, and now that we were both naked and alone in his apartment, I wanted to feel it inside of me. It might not have been huge, but I knew it would easily please me.

“Why don’t we go to the bedroom,” I suggested.

“That sounds great,” he said as we quickly got up, him holding my hand and guiding me to the bedroom, which was at the end of a dark hallway.

We walked into the room and I climbed onto his bed as he went over to his nightstand
. He pulled out a condom, the shiny blue wrapper glowing in the moonlight that pushed through his white bedroom blinds. He climbed onto the bed, towering over me, as he struggled with the wrapper. He pulled and pulled, but it didn’t budge, as if it didn’t want him to put it on. I grabbed his piece as it hung in the air over my tingling snatch, trying to keep him hard and stimulate him before he finally tore open the wrapper, pulled out the condom, and tossed the wrapper onto the floor. He slid it on, pushing it down to the base of his shaft, before inching his knees closer to me.

“Are you ready?” he asked, as if I wasn’t prepared for this to happen.

“Yes,” I replied, keeping his confidence up.

He kneeled over me, his arms on either side of my head, as he pushed his
head against me and slowly slid into my warm and wet flower.

“Oh,” he moaned gently as it went in.

I gripped his arms, closing my eyes and taking in the sensation of him sliding in and out of me. It felt good. I didn’t wince in pain, and while it definitely wasn’t Kurt, I could still feel every inch sliding in and out of me. As he began to go faster, I arched and grinded against him passionately.

Out of nowhere, Tom leaned back, grabbed my legs, and pulled them up, resting them against his shoulders.

“I saw this once in a porno,” he replied, obviously not talking the way he normally would.

He pushed forward, my legs getting closer to my head, as he began to go faster and faster, not taking much consideration to how it felt for me
. Tom’s breathing got heavier as a couple minutes had passed. He was close to finishing, and I wasn’t close to being done.

“God this feels so good,” he said as he closed his eyes, opened his mouth,
and thrust into me as hard as he could.

I put my hand against his chest, trying to slow him down, but he kept on going before finally moaning out and stopping
. I could feel his shaft pushing his hot juice into the condom as my hand, resting against his chest, felt his heart beating a mile a minute. Was this it? Was this the sex I had dreamt about for so long? Seeing him in class and thinking how wonderful it would be to be taken by him. The foreplay was amazing, but the sex…well that wasn’t so much.