Our little secret, p.7
Our Little Secret, page 7
“Let go,” I said. “Let go and just felt.”
“Oh God---Oh God---oh God---” she moaned and then I felt her spasm.
Wanting to enhance her pleasure, I stuck my cock inside of her just as she came.
Carrie Anne screamed, as I began to thrust quickly. My cock was rock hard and I knew I wasn't going to last, especially with her clenching around me. I thrust once and then twice, and suddenly I exploded.
It either prolonged her orgasm or pushed her over the edge. She grabbed me, raking her nails down my back and clenching her legs around me.
I felt like I was spurting into her for a full minute before collapsing, naked and sweaty, on top of her.
“God that was good,” I managed, after a few moments. Carrie Anne didn't seem to be able to form words yet, and I pushed myself up to look at her. “Are you ok?”
“Yes,” she managed at last. “Oh my God, that was...”
“That was just what you deserve,” I said. “Each and every time. He really never made you cum?”
“No,” she managed. “We had sex but it was just...that. We'd have sex and then he'd cum and that'd be it.”
“That's a travesty,” I said. “And that's not the way I operate.”
“I see that,” she managed, and then yawned. “Sorry. Not you.”
“No,” I replied. “You must be exhausted. As long as you're alright with...what just happened?”
“Maybe we can talk about this another time,” she said. “When I don't feel like I just did ecstasy.”
I chuckled at that.
“You ever do ecstasy?” I asked her.
“No,” she replied, with a sheepish smile. “Have you?”
“Yes,” I said. “And I can tell you now, good sex feels better than any drug.”
“Oh,” she replied. I got to my feet, kissing her gently as I did.
“Do you want the bed?” I asked her. “It's more comfortable.”
“Do we need to be separate?” she asked and I shook my head.
“Not if you don't want to. But I'm going to warn you now, if I sleep next to you...this may happen again.”
“I'm counting on it,” she said, slowly getting up. Now that my head was a bit clearer, it allowed to me to ask her something.
“Carrie Anne, you're uh...I mean, we didn't use anything, so...”
Her eyes widened, as she realized that.
“No,” she said. “I'm not the pill.”
Both of us stood frozen in the living room for a minute.
“I could um...I could get you the morning after pill,” I said. “I know a pharmacy that's still open.”
“Yeah,” she said. “It'll probably be fine.”
11
Carrie Anne
At first, when I awoke, I had no idea where I was. The bed was unfamiliar, as was the heat beside me. But when I sat up, I recognized Evan's sleeping form beside me. I was in his apartment, and I remembered everything. I had worked last night, I had a bit too much to drink, and we had sex.
The sex was amazing, even with the momentarily slip up of a lack of condom. True to his promise, he had gone out and gotten me the morning after pill, and we had fallen asleep about five minutes after I had taken it. I had taken it once before, and I knew that the side effects were not that bad, at least for me. The strange feeling I had within me was not due to the pill, or the alcohol. It was because I had never fallen asleep beside another man before, and the fact that it was Jenny's brother was surreal.
Surprisingly, I didn't feel like I had done something that wrong. Timothy and I were clearly not getting along. I had never explored life as an adult.
Instead of feeling like I was horrible person who had cheated on my fiancé, or boyfriend, or whatever he was, I felt like I was finally free.
Timothy had proposed to me before I left, and while I had accepted the proposal and called Jenny in a flurry of excitement, I hadn't really admitted that it had fallen apart and I had stopped wearing the ring within months of him giving it to me. My entire town looked at me like I was crazy; like I was rebel who didn't know my own mind. It drove me crazy, because they didn't know how Timothy and I fought in private. The truth was, things had been bad for quite a while, and I didn't know how to fix them. It got to the point where every time we were together, we hated each other.
I carefully climbed out of bed, making sure not to wake Evan, and headed to the kitchen to get coffee. He had a bit left, but it wasn't enough for a full cup. Looking around, I realized how sparse his kitchen was. I couldn't do much to thank him for lifting the weight off my shoulders, but I could at least cook him breakfast.
I changed quickly, throwing my hair in a top knot and googling the hours of the grocery store around the corner.
By the time Evan woke up, I had bacon sizzling, and pancakes made. He looked surprised, as he pulled a shirt over his well carved torso.
“What's all this?” he asked, yawning.
“Breakfast,” I replied. “You've had breakfast before, right?”
“Right,” he said. “I just... Not usually cooked by such a pretty girl.”
I smiled. Timothy had stopped telling me things like that so long ago.
“Well,” I said. “Consider it a thank you for last night.”
“Which part?” he asked, sitting at the table. “The part where you got shot at twice because you were around me, or...”
“The other part,” I said. “Although, I have to admit, it's the most exciting thing to happen to me in a while.”
“Hmm,” he said, as I brought him a cup of coffee. “I'd really like to see this farm of yours, because you make it sound like the most boring place in the world.”
“It's not,” I said, sitting at the table with him. “But you can come see it if you like?”
“Uh,” he looked down at his sweatpants and baggy sweatshirt. “Yeah, you think they'd like me?”
“They'd think you were a space alien,” I answered. “But a little diversity could shake them up. We were the last new people they saw, and that was like 10 years ago.”
“Ha,” he said, sipping his coffee.
Evan and I had a perfect morning. It didn't last very long, because we had both up fairly late. But by the time I went home around 4:00pm, I was in a fantastic mood. I felt like I was going to have a perfectly productive evening, and I had a million plans for my thesis. Even the music on my phone felt perfect, rather than tired and in need of a revamp. As I unlocked my apartment, I felt like I could conquer the world.
I flipped on the lights, ready to flop down on my couch, and took one step forward. And then I screamed. I had stepped directly into an ankle full of water.
I looked around, horrified, as water rushed past my feet. There was water in every corner, and dripping down the walls. The clothes I had left on the floor were literally floating. I had left cash on the table and it was soaking wet, crumpled in a corner. My internet modem was literally sparking, still plugged in, and my suitcase was drowned.
Worse than the water was the smell. The water was not clear, but a murky brown and black and it was leaving stains where it hadn't quite covered.
“Oh my God,” I said, looking around. “Oh my God.”
Everything was ruined. I didn't know where this water was coming from, but it was clear that everything I had brought with me was ruined. The only things that I owned that were untouched were in the backpack I had on my back.
“Help!” I turned around, hoping to see the landlord or even just another person in the hallway. “Help! Somebody help!”
The lights flickered down the hallway, but no one answered. I was ankle deep in this water, it was pouring down the walls, and I was alone. My good mood disappeared and my voice cracked as I called again.
“HELP!” I called, not knowing who would answer me. All I knew was that if I didn't fix this right away, this entire building would be underwater by morning.
12
Evan
“You did what?” Avril looked at me like I was crazy. I had gone over to her place right after Carrie Anne left.
“I uh.... hung out with Carrie Anne?” I back tracked, but Avril had already heard me.
“Evan, she has a boyfriend. She's your sister's best friend, and from what I heard at, she was either hammered or traumatized last night. What were you thinking?”
“She wasn't either,” I answered. “She was willing.”
“Evan,” Avril shook her head. “Your womanizing has gone too far.”
“Avril,” I thundered at her, a bit louder than I meant to. She shot me a dirty look and then glanced into the living room, where the kids were watching TV. “You know as well as I do that I don't...I flirt. That's it. But falling in love...”
“Are you saying that you're in love with her?”
“No,” I said. “I've just known her for a long time.”
“You've known for me a long time,” she answered. “And I don't see you trying to ruin my life.”
“Oh my God,” I rolled my eyes. “You are supposed to be my first friend.”
“I am,” she said. “That's why I'm telling you to be careful. Girls like that...”
“Girls like what?” I asked her.
“She's here to get a PhD,” Avril said. “And she had a whole life that she left, that I'm pretty sure she may go back to.”
“Oh I see,” I answered. “Girls who have their shit figured out. Girls who are going to make something of themselves.”
“That's not what I meant,” she growled, but it clearly was. I wanted to storm out on Avril, but instead I sat in silence, sipping the beer she had given me.
“I mean, whatever,” I said. “It was one night. It won't happen again.”
“At least wait to see if she breaks up with her boyfriend,” Avril rolled her eyes. “Could ya?”
“I feel like she might,” I replied. “And it's technically her fiancé. Or at least, that's what Jenny told me.”
“Jesus, Evan,” Avril said. “You've really gotten yourself in deep.”
“Yeah,” I shrugged. “What are you, surprised I've dug myself into a hole? That's what I do, Avril. I get myself into trouble. My whole life.”
“And then you get yourself out,” Avril pointed out, and I felt my best friend return.
“Yeah...” I replied as my phone rang. I looked down and was surprised to see Carrie Anne's number pop up. “Speak of the devil,” I said, and picked up. “Hey. What's up?”
“Are you on wifi?” she asked. “Can I video call you?”
“Uh, sure,” I said. “I'm at Avril's though, in case you uh...I'm with Avril.” I didn't particularly want Carrie Anne sharing any raunchy details of last night, just in case Avril yelled again. I didn't think Carrie Anne was the type of girl to give me a lingerie show, but who knew.
“Yeah, that's fine, maybe she has ideas,” she said, and switched to video. It took me a second to realize what I was looking at.
“Uh...” I squinted, as Avril came around my shoulder. “Are you...is that water?”
“Every toilet on the top two floors backed up,” she said. “And I'm the central dump point. Literally.”
“Seriously?” I answered. “...Ew, Carrie Anne. That sucks.”
“You're telling me?” she answered. “The landlord is dealing with it...but as far as I can tell, he hasn't even called a plumber yet.”
“That is a suing offence,” Avril said. “Carrie Anne, you have to sue him.”
“Uh, I think I'll wait until the water stops running,” she said. “God, this is terrible. And it smells.”
“Where are you going to stay?” Avril asked.
“Haven't discussed that with him either,” Carrie Anne said. “Again, he's literally running.”
“You can come here,” Avril and I said, at the same time. I looked over at my best friend. I knew what she was trying to do, and it didn’t impress me. She wanted Carrie Anne to stay with her so I wouldn’t get tangled up in a mess with my baby sister’s best friend, a girl who had been engaged since she was a pre-teen, or so it felt. I rarely tried to fight Avril on her choices because I felt like Avril was an adult and I was still a stupid kid. Avril had figured out her life, and she knew how to make things work for her. It was probably the main reason I never dated her. She felt like she was leagues ahead of me, and we had nothing in common when it came to knowledge about life.
There were times when I thought that it wasn’t fair that Avril, who had grown up in the same situation as I had, had life working for her and I didn’t. But then, I realized that the most effort I put into things was organizing a deck of cards. Avril was right, Carrie Anne should stay with her instead of me. But I couldn’t let that happen, knowing I could have her sleeping beside me.
“Oh uh,” she said, flustered. “Thank you. It's just this isn't going to cleaned up soon so.”
“Look,” I said. “They are gonna kick out that couple who shot up the lightbox, so things should be a little bit quieter around my place. And it's not like I have anything going on most days. Nice quiet place to work.”
“Your commute to school will be impossible, though,” Avril said, and I could feel her disapproving from a mile away.
“Well, Jenny has to go half way there in the morning,” I said. “She could drive her there at least, and then her bus ride would be a little shorter.”
“Jenny's car barely works half the time,” Avril said, and I glared at her. “But it's an idea.”
“Look, I should go,” Carrie Anne said. “But thank you for the offer. I'll call you soon as soon as I figure out what to do. I think the water has been turned off now, so that's progress.”
“You can't stay there, though, Carrie Anne,” I said.
“No, I won't,” she promised me. “I just want to see if I can salvage any stuff.”
“Do you need help?”
“It's ok,” she said. “There' not much stuff to begin with.”
“Call me if you do,” I said, and she promised she would. When she hung up, I heard Avril sigh. “Come on,” I said. “Even if we didn't just have that conversation, what was supposed to do?”
“I don't know,” she said. “I feel bad for her. It's been one thing after another for that poor girl.”
“She told me she actually finds it exciting,” I said. “I think life on her farm was super boring.”
“Mmm,” Avril replied, and went back to the stove. “Just be careful, ok? I'll kill you and your sister will kill you.”
“Probably shortly,” I said. “Given that Carrie Anne and Jenny talk like every second day. Anyways, I should get into work and see if I can make any cash before she gets here.”
“On a Sunday night?” she said, surprised. “You don't normally go in on Sunday nights?”
“Yeah, but I left early last night,” I said. “And I want to make up for a little bit I'm missing.”
“We just got you out of trouble,” Avril reminded me. “Don't do it again.”
“No,” I said, and I meant it. Knowing that Carrie Anne was going to be around for a while had already inspired me to at least make sure my bills were paid.
I only made it outside Avril's apartment before my phone rang again. I thought it must be Carrie Anne, so I answered casually.
“Hey, babe, what's up?” I said.
“ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?”
I recognized my sister's voice right away.
“Jenny,” I said. “Stop screaming, I can't talk to you if you make me deaf.”
“Carrie Anne called me,” she said. “And she was actually happy about sleeping with you. What the hell is wrong with you?”
“Jenny,” I said. “What is your problem? You don't own Carrie Anne.”
“No,” she said. “But I know that you break hearts, Evan.”
“Why does everyone think that?” I said. “I don't. And it's not like I know her supposed boyfriend-fiancé—whatever. I don't owe allegiance to him. He's not my bro. And from what I understand, he treats her like crap.”
“Really?” Jenny said. “Because she was in love with him until you showed up.”
My sister was upset and that was often the worst thing in the world to me. Ever since we were kids, it had been my mission to protect Jenny and keep her happy. There was often just us, alone in the house, and I had always stepped up when it came to Jenny’s happiness and safety. And although I didn’t ask much in return, I felt like Jenny rarely returned the favour. I knew Carrie Anne had been in love with Timothy, but I also knew Jenny was out of the loop.
“That's not true, Jenny,” I said. “Carrie Anne clearly hasn't told you everything about how shitty he was.”
“Oh, but she tells you everything?” Jenny snapped at me. “She barely talked to you until two weeks ago.”
“Whatever,” I rolled my eyes. “Look, I have to go to work. I don't have time to listen to you scream at me.”
“EVAN!” Jenny freaked out at me, but I was done.
“Bye, sis,” I said, hanging up. I had been in a decent mood, but Jenny had ruined it.
She and Avril seemed to think I broke hearts for a hobby, which was just rude. Yes, I had broken a few hearts along the way, but it wasn't like I hadn't had my heart broken before too. I had pretty much sworn off any chance of proper love after my last girlfriend, and yet here was Carrie Anne, slowly changing my mind.
I was able to get about four hours of work in at the casino before Carrie Anne texted me that she wasn't far away. I was happy that I had made enough to float me for the week. Maybe I should come in on Sundays more often.
The boys at the table weren’t used to me just leaving the game in the middle of a winning streak, but I didn’t care. Their protests fell on deaf ears. I played my last hand and then shifted the cards to my left, picking up my coat. I finished my drink, called goodbye to the kitchen and sauntered out of the door as if I had a million dollars in my pocket. It may not be in cash, but I felt like the jacket pot was going to be walking in my door any moment.
