The Mute Girl

Brianna

Sunday, 28 May 2017

Morning

I was happy. Over the moon kind of happy. It's not every day that I experience this type of joy. But today is different. Today is my birthday. I woke up to my room filled with balloons, cards, and gifts and instantly knew that it was Devin's doing when I saw him leaning against the foot of my bed, with a smug look on his face.

I was astonished at the surprise because I had thought that Devin had forgotten about my birthday. He hadn't come to my place last night at 12 and kissed me and wished me like he always does. He hadn't even called or messaged me. To say I slept a mad woman would be the understatement of the millennium.

As I still took in the beauty of my room, Devin slid on the bed beside me, gathered me on his lap and kissed me in the typical Devin style. All lips and tongue included. Smiling against his lips, I slipped my arms around his neck and kissed him back with as much passion as he was showing me.

Slowly, he pulled away making me groan loudly and pout. Chuckling, Devin pecked my lips softly and then placed his forehead on mine. Gazing deeply into my eyes, his husky voice hit my ears, making me all tingly inside. "Happy birthday, my queen."

"Thanks," I whispered.

He raised his hand and started finger combing my hair. His hands then traced the hollow of my neck, trailed down my arms and finally started rubbing my hips sensuously. I noticed his eyes getting darker by the second and a look of hunger and lust replaced the soft look in his eyes.

"I love you, Bri. More than you can even imagine. Although it scares the f**k out of me, I will never change it. I really can't live without you. I don't know what would I do if you ever have to leave me."

"I will never leave you," I told him as he started rubbing the inside of my thigh now.

"You better not," he said, his voice thick with lust and danger. "'Cause if you did, I will drag down hell if I have to just to find you, lock you in my room, tie you up to my bed and have my way with you every f*****g day."

"You know, after hearing you say all of this," I said, my voice coming out breathy, "I am actually considering running away just to experience all of this."

He growled and smashed his lips against mine. Closing my eyes, I enjoyed his lips on mine and his hands on my body. Pulling away, I saw the dark look on his face. "Ready to pop your cherry, senor?"

A hot red blush crept up my cheeks as his words brought back memories of the past. I still remember the day I lost my V-card to the one and only Devin. It was eight years ago on this very day. On my birthday. Back when Devin and I were just friends. I had expected things to be awkward between us after the best night of my life but nothing changed. We still were as close as ever, even closer than before. I had many such nights with others as well after that but nothing compared to what I and Devin had. Our friends-with-benefits continued for another two years till Devin finally asked me out in the sophomore year of our high school, in front of the whole school. Again, on my birthday. The guy knows how to make my birthdays the best.

"Even if I wasn't, I would never say no to you," I gave him the same reply from all these years back. "I just can't with you."

"I love you," he said, giving me a heart-stopping smile.

"I love you too."

The words had barely left my mouth when his lips met mine again. And then, he made the day the best one of the year by rocking my world throughout the morning... just like he always does.

Late Afternoon

I was excited. After remaining in the security of bed for the better part of the day, Devin and I finally started our day. He made me breakfast while I took a shower and then fed me in the bed because I was famished and completely unwilling to move a muscle. After the morning that I had, anyone would relate. I also cut a small cake with Devin, that he himself had made for me. I know. He is awesome.

Devin didn't let me leave the room even for a second. He arranged the whole party while cuddling in the bed with me and I couldn't be happier. He invited all of our classmates and told them to get everyone they can. Mac and Kyle are getting the drinks and snacks for the party. And through all of this, I had to rest in my room, like the queen I am. Devin's words, not mine.

"You ready, babe?"

I turned around and smiled at Devin. "Yeah. How do I look?"

His eyes wandered down my body, lingering on my chest and exposed legs longer than necessary. I was wearing a blood red dress, that hugged my curves perfectly. It had a sweetheart neckline, showing enough cleavage to give the idea of what lay underneath and a slit on the side of the dress that went all the way from my thigh to my feet. I had chosen black stilettos to go with the dress. With my hair tied in an elegant bun on the top of my head with some strands framing my face and the perfect amount of makeup on my face, I must say, I was impressed at the work Mac had done.

"Ravishing," Devin said, his voice low and husky.

Giggling like a teenage girl, I made my way towards him and kissed his lips slightly. Before he had the chance to deepen the kiss, I pulled away. "And you are looking super sexy."

Devin was wearing a navy blue shirt that hugged his torso perfectly with the top three buttons undone, giving a perfect view of his toned chest. He had put on tan shirt pants and brown converses under it. His hair was messy on top of his head and damn, did he look hot!

As I looked up, I saw Devin giving me a devilish smirk. "Let's go before we rip apart each other's clothes."

Shaking my head, I took his hand and together the two of us left the room and walked downstairs. As soon as we made our way into the hallway, I could tell that the party was in full swing. Everyone was dancing and drinking. The furniture was pushed to the sides so there was more than enough space for them to dance. The kitchen counter had drinks- sealed and unsealed alike- on it on one side and the snacks on the other. There was also a large bowl there which was surrounded by red cups. I guess that would be the punch.

When Devin and I entered, I felt everyone's gaze on the two of us. Some were filled with lust, some with envy while some with adoration at the golden couple.

I felt Devin putting his hand on my hip possessively and pulling me to him and almost rolled my eyes. In the crowd, I immediately spotted Kyle and Mac and smiled. We made our way towards them and I was engulfed in a warm hug. "Happy birthday, Bri."

"You already wished me, Mac."

She rolled her eyes playfully and crossed her arms over her chest. I turned to Kyle and saw his heated gaze on me. His eyes were so intense that I couldn't help but shift in my place. Devin's grip on my hip tightened and I could tell that he was bothered by Kyle's look.

"Happy birthday," Kyle finally said. "You're looking... beautiful."

I gave him a strained smile. "Thanks."

I could feel thick tension enveloping the four of us like a blanket. I almost dropped on all fours and kissed the ground when a girl from college approached us and wished me. The tension in the air dissipated as more and more people came up to me. I swear I didn't know half of these people but since it was a good distraction, I went along with the act of knowing them.

Soon, the house was filled with people who were drunk out of their minds, dancing with and groping whoever they found, making out with their partners... or some random strangers. I even saw a couple of people having s*x on the kitchen counter. I don't think I will be able to eat anything made in that kitchen for at least a year. Many were on the floor out cold.

Sitting on Devin's lap on a couch, I looked at all of them in distaste with a glass of rum in my hand. I could feel the effects of alcohol washing over me and it would be safe to say that I was already tipsy. I leaned back into Devin's chest and sighed in content. He tightened his grip on my waist and started kissing my neck.

"Devin."

"Hmm," he murmured against my neck, making me shudder.

"Did Mom call?"

He tensed behind me and I got the answer. Letting out a humorless chuckle, I willed the tears not to fall. "Of course she didn't. It's not like it's an important day."

"Bri..."

"I'm going out for a breather," I deadpanned.

Getting up from Devin's lap, I was about to walk away when he caught my wrist. I looked back at him in exasperation only to find him giving me a concerned look. Standing up, he cupped my cheeks. "I love you. More than my f*****g life."

I knew his words were meant to make me feel better and they did. A small smile formed on my lips and just as I opened my mouth, he covered it with his lips. "Take your time, love," he mumbled against my lips. "I'll be waiting right here."

I pulled away, gave him a nod and made my way towards the back door that led to the back porch. Devin had made sure that no one goes there and I couldn't be more grateful to him. Shutting the door behind me, I stepped into the fresh air and took a deep breath. Away from the crowd. Away from the music. I already felt like I had reached my own safe haven.

"Did I tell you how hot you are looking today, Bri?"

I take my words back.

I whipped my head around and saw Kyle leaning against the door. When did he come?

"Why are you--"

"I guess not," he said, cutting me off. He pushed his body away from the door and started taking slow steps towards me. By the time he was standing in front of me, my heart was hammering against my chest and there was a huge lump in my throat that I found very hard to swallow.

He raised his hand making me take a step back. "Kyle," I said in a warning tone. But he wouldn't listen. He took a step towards me, making me take another step away from his. This continued for a while and before I knew it, he had backed me up against a wall.

Kyle was wearing a black polo shirt that was stretched over his broad shoulders and faded blue ripped jeans with his favorite Adidas sneakers. As he pressed his upper body against mine, I could feel his taut muscled through the thin layer of clothes between us. This time when he raised his hand, I didn't pull away. Simply because I couldn't. I immediately felt the slightest brush of his fingers on my cheekbones, my eyelids, my nose, my jawline and finally on my lips.

"What... what are you--"

"Shhh..." he said, pressing his index finger firmly on my lips. "Don't say anything."

Oh, God!

I gulped but didn't say anything. A triumph look crossed his rugged features and he said, "You know how f*****g hard I am since I saw you waltz into the party in this dress?"

"Kyle. Don't."

"Don't what, Bri?" he asked, his cool breath hitting my lips. I could feel my own breath coming out heavily and the tingles that had appeared out of nowhere in my body were making it hard for me to focus.

I, however, saw the glazed look in Kyle's eyes. "You're drunk," I said, my voice coming out as a whisper.

"So?" he croaked. His hands were now caging my body, his face was a millimeter away from mine. We were standing so close, I could feel his member getting excited down there.

"You.. you're not... not thinking... thinking correctly right now."

"I'm not, am I?"

And without any warning whatsoever, he smashed his lips against mine. My eyes widened in surprise and I wanted to push him away. My hands went up and instead of pushing on his chest, they went around his neck and into his hair. When I felt him groan against my lips, I realized that I was kissing him back. Kyle's hand roamed my body and I felt my whole body on fire. At that moment, I realized how much I have wanted this. How long I have wanted this.

What? No. No, this can't be happening. What about Devin? He loves me. He would be devastated if he saw us like this. His girlfriend and his best friend. God, I can't even imagine how painful it would be for him.

For some reason, even after having that thought, I didn't push Kyle away. Instead, I only pulled him closer to my body and started grinding against him as we made out against the wall. It was as if I was in a completely different universe where all that mattered was keeping Kyle close to me. Closer than he already was.

I did feel guilty. Not for kissing Kyle. But for not feeling bad at all. I knew it was all very wrong but I couldn't get myself to feel even slightly guilty about it. I was enjoying it. A lot. And I would be lying if I said that I wanted this to stop. Hell, I only wanted more. More than just a kiss. So much more than a mere kiss.

What is happening to me?