First Time Ever

First Seduction

Chapter-12

First Seduction

I didn’t talk to Keith for two weeks, made sure he was nowhere in sight while setting foot outside my room and kept him out of my thoughts.

Lita remained aloof, acting as if I wasn’t there so I kept my distance from her as well which only pushed me back into the abyss of loneliness.

Peter was my option of refugee but after my little stunt on the rooftop, things were a little awkward between us. So Namaaz and Quran became my friends in the much needed time. Which made Lita avoid me even more.

By the third week Keith started coming back into my dreams and I became relentless, itchy, I needed to talk to him, needed to see him, those kisses were far too much, they left me feeling guilty, miserable but wanting more.

In those weeks my calls home increased which made my parents worry so I had to refrain myself from dialing their number every time I felt like crying, which was happening a lot. So I took to calling my friend but they too had a life.

Every evening when I came back from college the house seem to mock me, there was a gloominess around me and it only seem to grow, expanding, dissolving into nothingness, almost making me numb.

But I could only stay numb for so long, my mind would go back to him constantly and I have to remind myself that I had no place in his life, that I was here to study. Still my heart called for him and after those kisses, my body followed suit. There was no denying it, I liked Keith Night, a lot, hell more than a lot. And this stay away from him thing was doing me no good in my studies as well, my grades were falling.

So yes I accept that I liked him but did he feel the same? That was the question that made my heart ache because I knew the answer was no. He deserved so much better than me, I didn’t even stand a chance.

With my wavy black hair, chocolate brown eyes, 5 feet 4 inch height and a mediocre figure, I barely qualified as beautiful. Why he even bore with me was beyond my reasoning. Maybe he found me entertaining because, well fools were really entertaining and I did qualify for that trait.

But that didn’t stop him from invading my dreams, “Stay out of my head Night,” and tonight was no exception.

The clock at my bedside read 1:30 A.M. not the time to be awake but every time I closed my eyes I saw him.

“God!” that was frustrating, getting out of bed, careful not to wake Lita, I walked to the kitchen barefooted, needing some water.

I had barely shut the refrigerator door when he appeared in only p.js. I whirled around ready to storm out of there.

“Thought you said you are not a chicken,” his comment made me stop, “well am not convinced.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” clutching the water bottle to my chest, I kept my back to him.

“Ok India when will you accept you can’t lie?” I felt him move and knew he was standing right behind me.

“I did what I felt was right,” lying would be a waste of time with him.

“And how come avoiding me fit any of it?” his breath tickled my ear.

“Because that is the right thing to do, at least for me,” I whispered the last part.

“Is it?” I could feel his body, the heat coming from it and knew that he stood close but not close enough for our bodies to touch, “Did it feel right?”

He knew me way too well, how I would never know.

“Does it?” he whispered and I clutched the bottle harder.

Should I try to lie again? Should I tell him the truth? Was it worth it? I didn’t know, I knew nothing.

“India?”

“No!”

“Then why are you doing it?” his hands came to rest on my shoulders and I was reminded of our dance together.

When I didn’t answer he turned me around, “Why India?”

He already knew too much, I couldn’t tell him more, I couldn’t dig up my own grave. I was already on the verge of breaking, one more push and I was sure I’ll end up insane.

“India,” his grip tightened, his nails digging in my shoulders and I saw a glimpse of the Keith who has threatened me that day.

I winced but kept quiet.

“Tell me,” and I was pushed into the refrigerator, it shook with the impact. My back hurt, he kept his hands on me firm.

“Because I am afraid!” my voice was hoarse.

“Of what?” he was so close to me, his nose almost touching mine. My hand itched to touch his cheek.

“You,” this man, this beautiful man would be the end of me.

He smirked, “You should be, am not exactly what you’d call…”

“Stable?” I supplied.

“Something like that,” he accepted, “but that’s not it, is it?” the man just knew me too well.

“No,” fisting my palm was the only way I could refrain from reaching out.

“Tell me,” he prompted, his thumb tracing my lower lip. I backed up more into the door.

He growled, “You’re afraid of my touch?”

“Not just that,” how was I supposed to explain this? Hell! What had I gotten myself into? Why on earth did I kiss him! Let him kiss me!

“What?” he was staring at me so intently that I felt myself blushing.

Great!

“I am afraid if everything about you. We we….don’t fit together, I mean look at you, you’re gorgeous, twisted yes but beautiful. Me on the other hand, am plain, simple boring. One of these days you’ll find somebody more entertaining than me coz that’s the only reason you’re bearing with me.”

Looking up I saw him………smirking? What the hell was wrong with him? I wasn’t joking for God’s sake.

“Maybe all you say is true, I won’t deny it but does that mean we shouldn’t try?”

How can he go from being infuriated to being calm in a matter of seconds?

“This may all be a game for you,” I tried to get away from him but he put his hands on either side of my head, trapping me in, “but it’s not for me. You meet, you like, you date, have s*x and then you break up in a couple of months. If not then you get married, more s*x, maybe kids and then divorce in a couple of years. It’s not like that for me Keith, I come from a different world.”

“You’re afraid I’ll leave you?” crunching up his nose, he asked.

“No,” I really needed to get away from him, “I know you’ll leave me. I am afraid I would have already fallen for you when you do.”

“Haven’t you already?”

He knew the answer, it was written across my forehead! The sadistic son of a b***h just wanted to hear it from me.

“Yes,” accepting it was like stabbing my heart with my own hand but I had no one to blame but me, “But at least am not broken. Yet.”

“And I’ll break you?”

“Yes.”

“Don’t you think it’ll be worth it?”

I decided to keep my mouth shut, every fiber in my being screamed that it would be worth everything but I had morals to uphold, ego to satisfy. And I won’t speak, he couldn’t tell I was lying.

“Well?” he was persistent, wanting all the answers. When I didn’t speak his tongue snaked out and licked my lip.

“You….you’re seducing me!” putting my hands on his chest, I pushed him away, or tried to. The man was a boulder, refusing to move even an inch.

“You want this India,” his voice was low, husky, he knew what he was doing, he knew it way too well, “just as much as I want, if not more. And am doing what is necessary to make you realize that.”

‘I don’t want to realize anything Keith!” I snapped. This was way too much, “but you need to realize this, you don’t want me. Hell you don’t even wanna date me. Am not the girl you show off to your friends or take home to your parents.”

“You’ve thought this through, haven’t you?” he moved closer and my body came to life, it felt all ticklish where ever his body was touching mine.

I forgot how to breathe let alone talk.

“I don’t care!” he growled and then his hands were around me, pushing me into him. His lips captured mine in a demanding, brutal way and it felt so good, so damn good that all I can think was , ‘Screw the facts.’ Then I was kissing him back, trying to match his pace, his rhythm.

He tasted of mint and chocolate and something else, his lips soft and radiating raw hunger, need.

God I’ve fallen and I’ve fallen so damn hard that I’ll never rise again. His body was pressed to mine and I could feel all the contours of it, him not wearing a shirt wasn’t a help exactly or maybe it was. Those hard muscles felt so nice under my finger tips that I couldn’t stop touching even when he let out growls every time I did.

I let out a small ‘eep’ when he bit me lightly and something moist and soft tried to make its way into my mouth, I realized it was his tongue.

He pulled back, out of breath but still looking calm out of breath but still calm, “Really India, never heard of French?” he teased, humor written all over his face.

“French?” of course I’ve heard of I, thanks to all the romance novels I read.

Chuckling he continued, “God I’ve so much to teach you,” the way he said I made me shudder and then he was back to business.

This time when he pushed his tongue into my mouth, I let him. It felt a little odd at first but then again everything felt a little odd the first time I did it.

Experimentally I tried to push his tongue back with mine, a peculiar sound escaped from his throat and before I knew I was pushed so hard into the door behind me that I ended up biting his tongue. And then we were engaged in a battle of tongues.

“Umm…hmm…,” someone cleared his throat and I jerked back from Keith but he kept his hands on me, keeping me in place.

“Sorry guys but I needed something to eat,” Brandon was clearly amused as he stood near the other end of the counter with a vast smile plastered across his face.

“Go away Reyes!” Keith was not happy with the interruption but I was thankful for it, being out of breath, clearly flushed with bruised lips. He on the other hand was calm and collected.

‘I need to learn how to do that,’ making a mental note of it I tried too hide myself as much as possible. Being caught kissing somebody was embarrassing and Bran was not helping me by looking at us the way he was.

“But dude really I need to eat,” I wanted to smack him right across the face.

Letting out a frustrated sigh, Keith looked down at me, “Go back to seep India,” kissing my hair he let me out of his arms, “you must be tired.”

I looked at him and nodded, “Good night,” I said meekly.

“Night love,” that made me blush even harder, collecting the water bottle from the floor, I ran back to my room and after locking it laid down.

It was the first time ever that I realized I loved kissing Keith.