A Whole New Me Page 5

  Now that everything is so up in the air with my love life, I'm not sure I should trust what I used to feel. How could it have been real if it ended this way. And all of this is why I need a little boost from Bronte, to remind me that everything will be alright. Of course she does exactly that. Telling me that I've got this, and that I'll have Ricky eating out of the palm of my hand. I'm in control here, I decide what happens.

  I get a text from Ricky letting me know that he'll be here at 7 to pick me up. This means I have three hours to get ready, so I guess I'd better get started. First I blow dry my hair, normally I don't bother, because my hair gets really frizzy when I do. But I don't want to go out with wet hair and it takes forever to dry.

  After it's dry, I tackle it with my straightener hoping to tame some of the craziness. I then move on to my face and for this I decide to be minimal. A little matte powder, a swipe of mascara, and my favorite light pink lipstick.

  My outfit is one of my favorites, a maroon colored skater dress that has orange, yellow, and red flowers all over it. The maroon color looks really nice with my olive skin. I pair the dress with a white sweater and my short, brown faux leather boots and my Hufflepuff gold necklace. I load all of my essentials into my purse and I'm officially ready to go. I've got thirty minutes to spare.

  I spend that time alternating between trying to read and checking my phone. I finally get a text from Ricky ten minutes to seven, letting me know that he's waiting downstairs. I try to take my time, not wanting to seem too eager. But I fail miserably and I'm downstairs standing in front of him within two minutes flat.

  And it's so good to see him, even though it's only been two days, that I throw myself into his arms before I can think too much about it. I catch the look of surprise on his face before he scoops me up, seeming happy with my affection. And then we're heading for his car, on our way to what is essentially a sex date. The thought makes me smile.

  His car is my dream come true, a 2018 Chevy Camaro, all black. Seriously it's like this guy was made just for me. He's sweet, he doesn't mind watching me shop for books, agrees to be my sex friend, and he drives the kind of car I've always lusted after. I'm not much of a car girl, but I've always loved this one.

  “Are you going to get in," I hear him ask from somewhere that sounds very far away. I glance over at him and realise that I've been standing there staring for who knows how long.

  "Sorry," I say with a nervous laugh. "It's just, that's a great car. I've always wanted one."

  "Well, it seems like I'm the perfect guy for you then Tessa," he says, his voice trailing off. "Wait. What's your last name? And how have I not asked you that already?"

  I laugh and make my way to the passenger side door while he climbs in the driver's side. I get into the sit and glance around with what I'm sure is a very goofy smile before I answer his question. "It's Martinez, Tessa Martinez."

  "Mexican, right?"

  "That's right," I say, genuinely surprised. Most people don't pick up on that, simply assuming Spanish or just blanket Hispanic. It doesn't really bother me I guess, but it's nice when someone actually does make the distinction.

  "When I was in middle school, I did a project on the heritage of some common last names. I remember Martinez being one of the ones that I studied," he says by way of explanation.

  He backs the car out of the space and we're off.

  The drive doesn't even take ten minutes and we chat a bit on the way. He talks my ear off about football and I respond where it seems appropriate, because for the most part I have no idea what he's talking about. I can't wait to tell him I don't really like football. That'll be a fun conversation.

  When we arrive back at his place, my nerves come back just a little bit. I don't really want to run into anyone, like I said I'm not great at meeting new people. And this situation is kind of odd. I don't want to have to answer any questions.

  "So we should have the place to ourselves. Most of the guys are out getting a drink, rough practice today." Instead of going to the front door, he leads me to the side of the house and to another door.

  "My room kind of has its own entrance."

  He takes out his keys and unlocks the door, going through first to show me the way. There's a staircase going up another level and another door off to the side that I'm guessing leads to the main house.

  I follow him up the stairs to another door and this time he pauses. He stands facing the door for a second before turning and regarding me with a searching look on his face.

  "What," I ask, suddenly nervous again. Though this is the butterflies in the stomach kind of nervous. Because his eyes have darkened and he looks a little bit desperate.

  "Tessa, are you sure you want to do this?"

  "Yes, I am. Why? Did you change your mind, because if you did I totally understand. I mean I know this whole thing is kind of crazy and I'm sure I seem crazy for even suggesting it. An-"

  I'm suddenly cut off mid sentence by his lips against mine. I respond instantly, pressing my lips against his while his hand cups the back of my head. After a few seconds, he pulls away slightly and whispers, "I want to do this, I really do. He grabs my lips with his again pushing me up against the door.

  Chapter 7

  "Are you sure you want to do this," he asks me for the second in so many minutes. Though he's asking while still pressing me up against his door, his lips trailing soft kisses down my neck.

  "Yes," I sigh, biting back a moan. "What part of 'bring me back to your place Ricky please' did you not understand?"

  He huffs out a laugh, " I don't think you actually ever said that, but I'll just pretend you did."

  I suppress a giggle, because apparently I only begged him to take me back to his place in my head. Makes sense though, because I don't believe I would ever beg him for anything, at least out loud. And I don't bother mentioning that we literally just had this conversation.

  He stops kissing me and actually takes a few steps back, saying, "I know. I just want to be sure. We talked about it and we agreed we both want it, but now we're here and I just want to be sure."

  I take the keys clutched in his hand and turn to unlock the door for him, if only to prove how sure I am. I ponder for just a second what the setup is in the house that means he basically has the whole top floor to himself. Well, himself and two roommates. It's pretty much an apartment within the house which is interesting.

  But I recognize there are more important things happening here. It takes a beat for me to find the right key, but I manage, pushing the door open and forcing him inside. I barely pause to glance around the place before I'm pulling at his clothes and walking him towards the sofa I can see behind me.

  "I appreciate the concern, but Ricky, I want this. Sex, making love, fucking, whatever you want to call it and I want it with you."

  I honestly have no idea where my brazen attitude is coming from, but Ricky makes me brave. From the moment we spotted each other at that party I've felt brave, even if I pretended I wanted nothing to do with him at the time. Maybe it's because I was trying to be so not like myself when I met him. Going to that party was not something I would have ever done in the past. But something about his interest in me, even though he didn't know me at all, gives me a confidence boost.

  Maybe that says something about me, the fact that a guy taking an interest in me is what gives me confidence. But I firmly believe there is nothing wrong with wanting to be wanted. Wanting to be desired is totally normal and it certainly doesn't make you weak. I think admitting that kind of thing, even if it's only to yourself, is a very brave thing to do.

  Jackson knows me, he's known me since I was the awkward new kid in seventh grade, starting school during the second semester. So I think he always knew that I had a crush on him and that I would be with him the moment he asked. And that's exactly what happened, I came the moment he called and a whole lot of good that did me.

  But that's not important right now, what is important is the way Ricky is working my sweater over
my head. Somewhere during my inner monologue I lost my sweater and the zipper on my pants is down. I decide to set my thoughts aside for now and focus on feeling.

  He pulls us over to the couch where he immediately settles and maneuvers me to straddle his waist. I feel the ridge of his erection slotting against me and I grind down on him in earnest, loving the way he whimpers just a little. I can feel my body tightening with need. It's been too long.

  "You need to lose your clothes," I tell him with a smirk. I want to feel his skin on mine, feel the heat of his body warm me up. Like I said, it's been awhile for me and I'm not ashamed to admit that I miss sex.

  It's a little awkward getting his pants off with me sitting on him, but I refuse to move and he seems reluctant to let me. So we decide that his pants don't need to come all the way off, only pulled down far enough to free a certain appendage.

  His mouth moves to my breasts, still covered by my bra and begins to mouth at the skin there. I'm starting to feel hot and flushed and my hips are now moving on their own, softly riding his dick now only covered by thin boxers. And I think I could come just from this; dry humping like teenagers while he sucks on my nipples through my bra and I lick at his neck.

  He must agree, because he pulls me even tighter against him and his thrusts become harder and rougher. He yanks my head up by my hair and before I can even gasp at the pleasurable bite of pain he snags my lips in a punishing kiss. His tongue tastes just how I remember it, like mint gum with something uniquely him. This is a lot like our first kiss, minus the infusion of alcohol and loud party people in the background.

  He's licking at my mouth like he's starving. And I'm going crazy with the pressure and friction he's creating. My clit is throbbing almost painfully and I know I need more than what he's giving me. And he does it again, reads my mind, when his hand snakes down between us and starts rubbing small circles around that bundle of nerves.

  I reach out and grab him, he's thick and long and so hot in my small hand, even through the fabric of his boxers. I start to rub him with light pressure and he must like it, because he groans long and low into my mouth. My dress is already hiked up over my thighs, and I can't pretend that I didn't wear a dress for this reason.

  Ricky reaches out to grip the tops of my thighs and slowly slides his hands towards my center again. My underwear is soaked, and I'm sure he already knows just how much. His fingers pull the fabric to the side and he slips one, thick finger inside me. And oh god, it feels amazing. I'm still pumping him with my hand as his finger moves in and out, matching my pace.

  "Ricky please," I plead with him, meeting his dark brown eyes.

  "Tell me baby, tell me what you need."

  I want to hate that he called me baby, but I actually liked it. From him it sounds like a caress. It makes me feel sexy.

  "You, please. Please, please," I practically beg as he now fucks me with his finger. It's rough and I know it'll be a million times better when it's his dick.

  He pulls his fingers out abruptly and I make a frustrated sound that makes him chuckle. But I realise that he's stopped so that he can replace his fingers with what I've been wanting. He shifts me just a bit so that he's lined up at my entrance, and then he's inside of me.

  There is nothing slow or sweet about this, he sets a punishing pace almost immediately. And all I can do is cling to him with every ounce of strength I have. He fucks up into me hard and I cry out each time he hits that sweet spot.

  His thrusts are becoming erratic and I can feel my orgasm building. He reaches down to rub frantically at my clit and I come on his hand with a shout. He joins me seconds later, planting a sloppy kiss on my lips. My body feels like liquid and I smile against his lips, because I'm not sure anyone has ever made me come so quickly. And I know that if I tell Ricky I'll never hear the end of it, which for some season I find very amusing.

  He pulls me in for a hug, I can feel him relax into it as he buries his nose in my hair and inhales deeply. "What's got you smiling so big," I hear him ask against my ear.

  "Oh, you know I just think it's interesting that we only made it to the couch. I thought I'd at least get to see your bedroom. Especially considering you have two roommates that could wall in at any time. Also I have no idea why that's only occurring to me now"

  "Hey, give me a minute and I'll be more than happy to take you to bed. And don't worry about the guys. Believe me, I would never risk them seeing us like that. Only I get to see that beautiful body of yours."

  I give him a smile and sit back on the couch, hoping to hide the blush I'm sure is now visible on my cheeks.. I pull my bra back up and snatch my sweater from the floor, thinking that maybe I should take off now that the deed is done.

  I don't expect anything more right now and I'm actually kind of relieved that we didn't get all the way to the bedroom. I'm afraid if we had that I'd never want to leave. At least now that I know how great sex with Ricky can be. I want to do this again, believe me, but I also feel like twice in one night might be a bit too much. As strange as that might sound given the situation between Ricky and I.

  "You don't have to leave you know," Ricky says from his spot on the couch. I don't know how he does that, knows what I'm thinking before I even say it. "Stay. We can order food and just talk for a bit. I'll take you home when you're ready, I promise."

  I hesitate for a minute, because I really didn't expect this. But I know that I should have, because everything that I've seen so far tells me that Ricky is a genuinely nice guy. "That sounds good. How about pizza?"

  "Perfect, I'll order," he says, reaching under the couch for a laptop.

  "So, I'm curious. How did you and your roommates end up with basically like an apartment in a frat house?"

  "Well, I think this house was at one point a multi family place. And then when the University bought it for the fraternity obviously they didn't want anyone else living here. Jesse, Aaron, and I just moved in about a month before classes started. It's only given to upper class men and it's random selection. We just got lucky that the three of us were already good friends."

  "That is lucky. It must be nice living with people you actually know and like."

  "Yeah, we weren't sure at first, because friends becoming roommates doesn't always work well. But we had all already lived in the house together last year, so I guess the only thing that changed is that we have a bit more privacy now."

  "And where are they tonight? Should we expect them back anytime soon?"

  He laughs, shaking his head, "I doubt it. Jesse is staying at his girlfriend's place tonight and Aaron is probably hooking up with some girl he met at the gym. That's where he goes to pick up girls."

  I try to keep the surprised look off my face at the mention of Aaron. I'm assuming it's the same Aaron that Bronte has been texting, unless there are two Aaron's on the football team, and seriously what are the freaking odds? But I think of Bronte and get a little pissed. I know I shouldn't, because I don't know Aaron and I certainly can't judge him. But I know Bronte likes him and so I feel like I should be a little angry on her behalf.

  Ricky thankfully hasn't noticed any of this as he informs me that the pizza is ordered and will be here in about forty five minutes.

  "So, how have your first couple days of classes been," he asks as he straightens his clothes. "Is college everything you thought it'd be?"

  "Honestly, it's nothing like I thought it would be. But I think that's a good thing. I wasn't thrilled about coming to this school, but I think it's actually going to be kind of great. Today was pretty busy, but so far nothing has been too complicated."

  "Basically I came here for someone else and now that person is no longer in my life,” I say trying to brush it off like I still don’t feel angry about it.

  "Is this the guy you mentioned on Sunday,” he asks, though I’m sure he already knows that.

  "That's the one," I say with a grimace.

  "Dumbass," he nutters with a sour look on his face. And I have to smile at the sentiment. He
's angry on my behalf and I find that really sweet.

  "What about you," I ask, wanting to change the subject.

  "Classes were fine. I'm at the point now where I get to just take classes focused on my major instead of having to take all the general education requirements. So that's nice I guess. But with football practice I feel like there aren't enough hours in the day you know?"

  "You like being on the team though, right?"

  "No, yeah I love football and I'm good at it. It's nice to have something to depend on that way. Like I know I'll be able to have a great career. It's just sometimes I hate that that's all I seem to be known for around here."

  "It makes you very popular with the girls though."

  He laughs,"Very true, though with you I think it was the opposite."

  I stick out my tongue at him, knowing he's teasing me about what I said on Sunday. "Well, what can I say? I'm not like other girls."

  "No, you are most definitely not like other girls Tessa," he says, giving me a meaningful look and holding my gaze.

  I can't look away, though I know that I should. Thankfully a ringing starts that I'm assuming is the doorbell for the apartment.

  "I'll go grab that," he says standing from the couch. He comes back a few minutes later, carrying three pizza boxes and a two liter of soda.

  "Hey, you know I just realized you never asked me what I wanted on the pizza."

  He freezes mid stride, heading for the kitchen counter. He turns around slowly, an apologetic look on his face. "Oh shit, I'm so sorry baby. I didn't even think. I'm just so used to ordering for me and the guys. Well, I mean we definitely get more pizza than this, but we always just do pepperoni and sausage. But if you want something different I could always order another one."

  I pretend that I didn't notice him calling me baby, even though it gives me a secret thrill and say, "No no, don't worry about it, I didn't even notice either. It's no big deal. And either sausage or pepperoni is great."