"Hey, "
"Whoa, look at who's here early!" Bruce exclaimed when I caught up with him. "Why are you early today? Didn't visit your boyfriend this morning?"
"Well..." I started.
"Wait, don't tell me you guys didn't make up after the Friday conflict?" he stopped walking to stare me down. "I told you to give the guy sex if you want to keep him..."
"We made up, alright." I rolled my eyes at him and walked away.
Bruce was one of those guys that never really gave a care about what people think about them, as long as they were facts. He was an open book and as a result, it hardly ever crossed his mind that perhaps, when one was in a public place and discussing personal affairs, voices should be lowered.
I knew no one probably gave a hoot about my relationship issues yet I still felt a sense of embarrassment at how loud and openly he said it.
However, one could never stay mad at Bruce for an extended length of time. It was pointless, the guy literally had no ability to realize he might have done ill.
He caught up with me in no time and wrapped his arm around my shoulders. "Thinking about it, you look quite hyped up. You gave him sex, didn't you?"
I looked at him from the side of my eye. "You're crazy."
"No fucking way, you did give him..." He started, his voice octaves louder with excited realization. A group of college kids nearby turned their heads just as I covered his mouth with my hand.
They weren't able to hear the last word but they were older than us, they obviously knew what he was going to say. I flushed hot with another wave of embarrassment.
"Can't you keep your voice low, Bruce?" I asked and started walking again.
Grabbing my hand with both his hands his face lit up with a mischievous smile. "You guys smashed, right? Just admit it because I know you did."
I breathed as I remembered what happened at Javier's place not more than two hours earlier. He had been sleepy and I was feeling naughty. I hadn't for once thought about how disappointed he might be in my lack of experience and we had just gone for it.
With each of the rounds we had, I had come closer to having my own release. "Actually, we did it again today in the morning before I..." I couldn't finish because Bruce had turned away and was laughing childishly loud. "Come on." I tapped him and he turned back to me.
"Tell me, how was it?"
"We..." I looked into his face which was lit with anticipation, then I looked away. Did I really have to talk about my sex life with him? "Just kidding. We didn't. We almost did but I felt too insecure and shy so I bailed."
"Seriously?" He asked the disappointment evident. "Hey," He pulled me closer, bringing his mouth down to my ear. His breath caressed my skin and his lips lingered over my skin a little longer than necessary, giving me an idea of what his next words were going to be.
"Let's make out. It's still early, the cubicles are not fully packed yet."
He had said that more times to me than I could remember, and I had turned him down on all occasions.
I didn't know whether I should have felt special that I was basically the only non-curvaceous girl he was ever sexually interested in, but I knew I possessed better facial beauty than most girls he was ever going to meet.
And no, I wasn't bagging. Certainly, the only thing holding half the boys back was my petite form that made everyone place my age at twelve. The other half of the boys didn't care about my age and were literally swarming all over me, some up close and some from a distance with aroused hazy eyes.
I did have a pretty face.
"Let's go," Bruce took my hand.
"No," I smiled, looking at him through my lashes. "If we do, you'll keep wanting me."
"No, I..." He started but stopped himself as, I assumed, a piece of memory crossed his mind.
I know I said I had turned him down all times before but well, actually that one time he hadn't asked.
We had been on a trip, back in high school, and we happened to be sitting together. Given my attention-loving personality, I had been physically interacting with him all journey and relished in his evident attempt to hold himself back.
It was nearly dusk, I was exhausted from the long drive and he definitely had no much energy to control himself while seated next to the girl that every normally functioning male in the school was after.
Bruce had asked whether I was cold and covered me with his jacket.
"Thank you," I had looked up at him from my window seat and kept staring up at him, knowing it would make him feel sexually uncomfortable.
What I hadn't expected was that he would lift my face with his hand and bring his face down to mine, our mouths clashing with suppressed desire. I hadn't kissed anyone in a long time and I had nursed a dangerous desire inside me.
He most definitely housed desires from our previous flirting sessions. I could feel it all in the way his lips moved against mine, his tongue savoring my mouth leading mine into a tango dance.
He was leaning over me, the weight of his broad shoulders weaving beautiful feelings in my belly while his hand had taken to massaging the area between my thighs which had no power to fend off his virility.
"You liked it."
I snapped back to the present. Bruce was staring at me, his eyes clouded by feelings.
"You liked it before when it was only an intense kiss. And now, I promise you'll like it more, we're all grown now and we have endless ways in which we can create unforgettable, best memories that none of us will ever be able to top. Adey just..."
"Bruce," I took his hand and intertwined our fingers. "You're lonely, you need to get laid. Let's get you a girlfriend, shall we?"
He closed his eyes in painful surrender and reluctantly walked with me to our spot.
Rodney and Dawn were already there.
Dawn smiled at our arrival while Rodney avoided looking at either of us.