Unapologetically Me

Chapter Eleven

For the remainder of the week James continued to come over to my house after practice to help me with my homework and to work on his own. During school, for some reason, neither of us acknowledged that we were seeing each other after school or friends of whatever it was that we were.

It didn't stop me from giving Pink Streak a dirty look every now and then. Especially Ben she would laugh loudly in the halls and touch his arms or when she would run and jump onto his back and climb on to him. It grated on my nerves, but I never let on to him that she bothered me.

Instead, we would talk about school work, he would ask about my mom and we would talk about people at school. We never dove into anything too deep. I felt like doing that would open up the book of emotions I had kept hidden away for another day. He would stay for a couple of hours and then leave and when he would leave, I would feel reality slap me in the face.

Without him there, my house felt cold and lonely. My mom was home, but she kept to her room, watching her soaps, crying and drinking. She refused to talk to me when I would go in there. Chloe was busy with her other extracurriculars so I couldn't even call her. She would be getting ready for bed by the time James would leave.

On Friday we had a football game, so it was a good enough distraction. As I stood out there in my uniform and cheered, I looked out to the stands to see if I could spot a particular face. My eyes scanned the bleachers and when I spotted him, I found my smile widening.

It only dimmed when I noticed that Pink Streak was glued to his side, talking to him and Michael animatedly. He would look at her every now and then and despite my best efforts, I could found myself getting a teensy bit jealous. Especilyvwhen he would flash her a giant grin and lean his shoulder against her.

Since we started hanging out, neither of us had brought up what happened between us after my dad's funeral. I wasn't sure about him, but I felt that if we walked about, it would make me want to reenact it.

But it didn't stop me from thinking about it all of the time. It was a good stress reliever, that's for sure, but also a gigantic tease. It also made it hard to concentrate sometimes when were together because the thought would come randomly, like when I'd watch him pop something into his mouth with his long fingers. Or when I'd watch him take a sip on his drink.

It was almost embarrassing at the amount of times he had caught me looking at him.

Near the end of the last quarter, my enthusiasm dropped when I watched him drape his arm around Pink Streak and they left with Michael and some blonde girl from my art class.

So, after the game, instead of going out with Chloe and her boyfriend like I was prone to doing, I went directly home, sour that he had left with that girl.

I was laying on the living room couch watching the Jurassic movies from the very first one when I got a text. It was like midnight, so I thought of not even looking at it, but thought that it could be Chloe wanting to come stay with me, so I opened my phone and sat up quickly when I saw it was James.

James: Hey, what are you up to?

Me: Watching a movie. You?

James: Laying in bed, bored out of my mind.

Me: Aww. No Pink Streak to keep you company?

James: If I didn't know better, I would say that you're jealous.

Me: Me? Jealous? Never!

James: Do you want to go driving around?

Butterflies took flight in my stomach and I chewed on my lip. I stood up quickly and ran upstairs. If my mom was awake, I would stay. If my mom was asleep, then I'd go. I knocked on her door lightly and opened it, careful not to make any noise.

A soft snore left her mouth and I stared at her. She didn't drink too much tonight. The bottle wasn't empty, at least so that was good. I left her TV on, afraid that if I turned it off it would wake her up and kissed her forehead. Asleep, you could see all of her wrinkles and how old she really was. I pushed her hair out of her face and stared down at her. Even though she lacked in the mothering department, I hoped I didn't lose her anytime soon.

Me: Sure. Give me five and I'll be ready.

James: K. On my way.

I ran to my bedroom and threw on a cute rib tank and a pair of jean shorts and some flats. I pulled my hair up into a messy bun and then, because I couldn't help myself, I dabbed on some lipgloss and mascara.

I stared at myself in the mirror and decided to dress down a bit so I didn't look overeager. So I took off the tank and decided on an oversized t-shirt. I kept the rest on and smiled in the reflection.

Better.

I waited inside by the front door so I wouldn't look like a dweeb waiting outside and when I saw his headlights pull into my driveway I took a deep breath. I pulled my front door open and walked out to his car.

I hopped into the front seat and smiled at him. He had on some rock music and he turned it down slightly as I buckled my seatbelt.

"Hey."

"Hi."

I bit my lip at how awkward it was and then giggled.

"So any destination in ming or just drive around?"

"Drive around. I was just bored out of my mind. Michael ditched me for his girl, so my usual Friday night routine was ruined."

"Boo. Stupid girls. Bros before hoes, am I right?" I held out my fist for a fist bump and he laughed. He fist bumped me and shook his head.

"Sure. I guess."

"No, Chloe ditched me for her boyfriend too. So chicks before d*cks rule didn't apply tonight."

He chuckled and I loved the way the corners of his eyes would crinkle. "Well, it's okay. We can hang out and have even more fun than either of them."

"Yes!" We drove around a little in silence. Las Vegas was always lit up, no matter what time of day, so I was enjoying the lights from a distance. It made me think of the times when Dad and I would sit outside and and just talk about our days and my competitions and boys.

We were quiet for a while but it wasn't an uncomfortable silence. It felt good. I felt like I could just relax and not say a single thing and he would be okay with it.

After a while if just driving around our neighborhoods, he parked at the park near my house and laid his seat back. I followed his lead and I turned to face him. It felt a lot like the first night we were aquainted and I let those memories drift to the forefront of my mind.

"What was your first time like?"

"s*x?"

"No, Skiing. Duh! Yes s*x!" I giggled and even in the dark I could see his cheeks darken.

"Well...we just wanted to get it done and over with, so it was kind of awkward. We laughed the whole time and I don't think either of us finished. It wasn't very good." He crinkled his nose and shrugged."Why do you ask?"

"I guess just comparing mine with yours."

"Verdict?"

"Well, mine sounds a hell of a lot better than yours. I mean, I think we both finished, right?"

He cleared his throat and nodded. "Yeah." His voice came out a bit higher than usual and I smiled.

He laid his arms behind his head and closed his eyes. I wondered what else happened with his date, but I didn't know how to ask him without sounding like a jealous girlfriend.

"I saw you up in the stands tonight too, by the way."

"I saw you smile at me."

"Yeah. You were with Michael, Pink Streak and the Art Blonde."

"Art Blonde?"

"Michael's date I'm assuming. She's in my art class."

"Yeah. She's his on again off again booty call."

"That sounds pretty convenient."

"It is for him."

"Is Pink Streak yours?"

"No."

That was it. Just no? I rolled my eyes and sighed. "C'mon, give me more than that Starr."

"What do you want to know? Ask me straight, Kelly. I'm not the type that likes the best around the bush questions."

I raised my eyebrows and grimaced. "Okay. Well...did you f*ck her?"

"No."

"Ever?"

"No."

"Not at all?" He chuckled and shook his his head.

"No not at all. We made out a little tonight, but she had to be home before midnight, so I took her home."

I made a face and crossed my arms over my chest. I hated how that little bit of information made me feel like I wanted to tear that little pink streak right from her skull.

"That's too bad." I grit my teeth and stared up at ceiling of his car.

"So I was right then? You're jealous?" I turned to look at him and saw his stupid little smirk on his face.

"No." I lied and shrugged. "I just wanted to know. Curiosity and all that."

He grinned then reached across the center console and caressed my face. I inhaled sharply and closed my eyes. I smiled and shook my head.

"You're an a*s."

"I'm not. I can just see that your mood changed when I said I kissed Lara. I don't see why you would be jealous though."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because I've been blowing her off all week to hang out with you after school."

The amount of joy that sentence gave me was almost criminal. I chewed on the inside of my cheek and did what I'd been wanting to do all week. I leaned over the center console and pressed my lips to his.

His hand came up immediately to the back of my neck and held me in place as he kissed me back, his mouth moving expertly over mine. Butterflies erupted in my stomach and I heard myself moan as his tongue slid over mine.

I pulled away and stared down at him. His lips were wet and his eyes were hooded with lust. A part of me wished that he would drive me back home and I could just take him upstairs and finish what we started after my dad's funeral. The more sensible part of me knew that I probably shouldn't because I needed to sort out all of my feelings.

"What are you thinking about so hard?"

"My good angel and my evil angel are currently having an argument."

"About?"

"s*x with you again or not."

He inhaled sharply and I could see the lust burn in his eyes. The smell of his cologne and cinnamon took me back to that night and I could feel myself getting wet.

"And who's winning?"

"The evil one."

"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"

"I don't know. It depends on you. Would that be something you want? Or are you exclusively dating Pink Streak?"

He rolled his eyes and tentatively pulled my face closer to his, keeping his eyes on mine. "Not exclusive at all."

I smiled and dipped my face down to meet his lips. He kissed me deeply and I climbed over the console and straddled him, careful not to honk the horn. His hands moved down to rest on my hips and moved his hands up under my t-shirt, caressing the skin above the hem of my shorts.

I kissed his lips and moved down over his chin and over his neck. I kissed and sucked on his neck and felt his warm breath as he panted on my shoulder. His hands roamed up my shirt and found the front of my bralette. His large hands squeezed at my breasts and moaned against his ear, grinding my hips down against his erection between my legs.

"F*ck." He groaned as I sat up and pulled my shirt off, then my bra. He leaned up and took my left n*pple into his mouth as he pinched at the right. I moaned at the current of need it sent down to my p*ssy.

He released my n*pple and moved his mouth hungrily up my throat and rocked my hips over his hard erection. I closed my eyes and whimpered. I needed him. I wanted him so badly. I sat up again and cursed myself for wearing these stupid shorts.

How in the hell was this going to happen in his car? I sighed and looked at the backseat. He was too tall to even try to fit himself back there.

"Do you want to take this back to my house?"

His eyes roamed over my naked top half and he nodded.

"Yes." I climbed back into the passenger seat and pulled my shirt back on. It was backwards and inside out, but I could care less at the moment. All I wanted was to get out of these clothes and have what my starving body needed.

He drove quickly a couple of blocks to my house and parked. We made our way inside my dark empty feeling house and up the stairs quickly to my bedroom. As soon as we entered my room, he pulled my shirt off once again and I lifted his.

He took it off and pushed me back towards my bed. I smiled up at him and wrapped my arms around his neck. He kissed me roughly and laid me down, laying himself in between my legs.

He moved his lips back down my neck and over my chest and I moaned loudly. He looked up at me alarmed and glanced back at my doorway.

"Your mom is home, right?"

"Yeah." I moved my hand in between us and began unbuttoning and unzipping his pants.

"We need to be quiet or she'll hear us," He whispered. I grinned and shook my head.

"She's passed out. She won't hear anything until morning." I moved my hand into his boxers over the soft tuft of hair and grabbed at his erect p***s. He groaned as I began stroking him and laid his forehead in between my breasts panting as he kissed my chest.

"Okay." he moaned out. I pushed his pants and boxers down slightly and he sat up and pulled them off completely. He sat up and unbuttoned my shorts and pulled them down. I arched my back and lifted my legs to help him shimmy them off. He leaned down quickly and kissed my lips, his hot, hard c*ck pressing against my wet, waiting p*ssy.

He pulled away and moved his hand in between us, positioning his c*ck at my entrance. He looked up into my face and I could see that he was waiting for permission.

I nodded and felt him slowly push into me. I could feel it stretching me and I gripped at his back, feeling him move into me inch by inch.

"Tell me if it hurts."

"It doesn't." I kissed him and he groaned into my mouth as I moved my hips up until he was fully seated into me. It felt so good. My p*ssy was aching for more. He moved slowly at first, letting me adjust to his size and then began rocking into me faster, our breaths mingling as we panted against each other's mouths.

He pulled away as he rutted into me and pulled one of my legs up onto his chest and shoulder. I felt it hit a little deeper and clutched at my sheets beneath me. Everything felt so good. I didn't want it to end.

He reached his hand between us as me moved and began rubbing my cl*t. It sent my whole body into a ecstasy I f****d spiral. I could feel the pleasure begin to peak and began meeting his thrusts with some of my own.

I moaned loudly as my p*ssy clenched and I came. He groaned and after a few more thrusts he pulled out and I felt his warm stickiness land on my stomach, just below my bellybutton.

He looked around my room slowly after he finished and I realized he had c*m in his hand and was looking for something to clean up with. I twisted to my side and reached into my bedside table and pulled out a to-go pack of tissues.

"Thanks." He cleaned his hand then used some more and wiped my stomach clean before moving off of my bed.

Panic began to build inside of me when I realized he was looking for his clothes.