“Wow, what did you do to me?” I finally asked him. A proud smile crosses his face.
“I’ve never felt that way before, I’ve never felt so much all at once,” I whispered as I tried to figure out what he just did to me.
“Scarlett, that’s the way you’re supposed to feel when you love someone and they love you more. I must admit I am very pleased to be the one to give you your first orgasm,” he said with a grin kissing my nose. I smiled, feeling light and adored.
“Is that what it was?” I asked, surprised. I had never been told what actually happened, I mean, I heard about it but I didn’t really know what it was or how it was supposed to feel.
“Yes angel, that is what it was and I plan on giving you more,” he said as he dried me off with a towel.
“I’m starving. Let’s go eat,” he said as I got dressed. I put on my jean shorts with the frayed edges, my black lace bra and my Depeche Mode tee shirt he’s been sleeping with. I comb my hair and put on my red lipstick.
I watch him dress. He’s wearing the jeans he knows I love with the rip at the top of his thigh. He licks his lips as he notices I’m watching him. He’s shirtless as he moves closer to me. I place my fingers on his chest, tracing his tattoos as he kisses me, still needing me, still wanting me.
We spend the next few days completely alone. I’ve noticed that he meets with people at the door but he doesn’t invite them in. He has food delivered and he gives me all of his attention. My thirst for alcohol seems to have diminished significantly since I’ve arrived here, but he keeps me satisfied with his herbal remedies. I’m beginning to feel as though we’re in some kind of cocoon, I’m just afraid as to what we are going to emerge as. Will I fly away or will he destroy me.
CHAPTER NINE
“I think it’s time I shared you with the rest of the world again,” he moans one morning, as I roll out of bed. I light a smoke and put on his black hoodie.
“What do you have in mind?” I asked as I watched him dress. He grins as he looks at me. I love his grin. I love the way he looks into my eyes, seemingly serious then he smiles, his eyes never leaving mine. I love his eyelashes, his lips, his hair when it's down, flopping to the side. I walk over to him and place my hands on his hips, breathing him in. He kisses my forehead. The knowledge that one day we will have to part is never far from my mind and I think never from his either. I know I’m going to miss his touch the most. I love the way he reaches for me, the way he moves closer to me. Even when he’s just resting a hand on my leg, sitting extra close or when we are snuggled together at night.
“I was just going to invite some friends over tonight that I have been holding at bay for the last few days. This is kind of our hang out place so I guess I’ll let them in, as long as you don’t mind?” he asked, serious again, looking into eyes for any signs of hesitation.
“That’s fine, I don’t mind,” I tell him honestly.
His friends arrive after we’ve eaten dinner. Will has offered me his last bottle of vodka which I immediately start to consume. We share a few smokes and I’m finally beginning to relax. I tend to have a lot of anxiety when it comes to meeting new people. I recognize a couple of the guys from my last visit. They each come over and hug me. I am grateful for their welcoming of me into their group. The girl's eye me up and down, which is fine, I’m used to that. I don’t dress the way I do not to attract attention. I have on my docs, black tights, red plaid skirt with the pins, a black lace bra and a tight white Syd Vicious tee shirt, which is actually one of my favorites. My long black hair is straight and I’ve managed to flatten my bangs into my Cleopatra look. My signature red lips and black eyeliner top off my evening attire. Buddy’s hair is still down, he wears the ripped jeans I love with his chains and a Clash concert tee.
The girls that arrived looked cute and tame, with their teased bangs and rubber bracelets. I am drawn to a couple of guys sitting by the stereo. I recognize one of them as Dave. I walk over and sit beside him. He seems thrilled by my company. He smiles brightly at me. A boy beside him looks up at me from the records he’s going through.
“Hi, you must be Scarlett, I’m Dustin,” he says as he opens up a Sex Pistols cover.
“Hi Dustin,” I said before lighting a smoke. I glance at the album pictures inside and laugh.
“Oh my God, I have never seen that one,” I blurted out as I leaned in. He grins.
“Yeah, it’s pretty funny. It’s the
