Beach Body

"Oh shut up, Jules"

"Care to explain how that little fact wasn't the first thing you told me, Georgia Bernadette Hydes?" Oh god, the middle name was out. She was well and truly pissed.

Sat on my bed, now in my bedroom, I thought out how to answer such a question. I would likely be in trouble whether I said it was because I didn't think of it or if I said I didn't believe it to be important.

"Because I don't fully understand it myself." I decided to reply, honestly.

I heard Jules let out a small, defeated sigh. Barely audible, but possible to hear if you have known Julie for as long as I have- you learn to listen out for these things.

"Okay. Here's what you're going to do:" she ordered "You're going to explain every little detail to me and I, being the kind, experienced, friend, will share my vast knowledge on what your 'non-relationship' problem is."

I could almost hear her acting out the airquotes as she spoke. Now it was my turn to do a defeated sigh.

So I began to tell Julie everything, from the beach on the day we met, to last night and the kiss, and to this almost events this morning. I didn't leave out a single detail because if I did, she'd serve my arse to me on a silver platter. I'm not even joking. Julie may be small and thin but I tell you now, she definitely wasn't frail and fearful. I can remember when she broke a guy's nose, for treating me badly, in high school: not before jumping on his back, pulling his hair and tackling him to the floor. I know, disgusting, isn't it? She should have kicked him in his jingle bells, too.

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I totally forgot I was on the phone until I heard the high pitch squeak-wail, that almost burst my eardrums, that told me Julie had come up with another one of her 'ideas'.

"What, Julie?" I asked out of annoyance, eyes rolling.

"You are so blind and you don't even see it." She said smugly and with a giggle.

"I am not!" I argued "And may I point out that if I were blind, I wouldn't see anything anyway."

"Whatever." She added like a know-it-all "Still suffering from relationship blindness."

"Oh, shut up, Jules." I said, voice raised slightly "Just tell me what the fuck you think this means!"

"Touchy..." she muttered before continuing "you promise to sign this verbal contract with me that states I am right and you have to take my advice on board, or else I am no longer your friend?"

"How can I sign a verbal contract?" I asked "you're asking me to sign something that isn't physically there."

"Oh don't be so pedantic and grammatically correct all the time. Now get your beautiful head out of your perky little arse and listen to me very carefully: Andre Mason has a serious thing for you and, by the sounds of it, the feeling's mutual. So my advice is to just go for it- see where this 'non-relationship' goes."

I said a simple okay and was about to say thank you but Julie hung up, which can mean one of two things. Either she hung up because she knew I'd try to argue with her about her 'vast relationship knowledge', or she hung up because she finally realised that she was probably adding a further, like, thousand pounds to her phone bill for talking to me as long as she had.

Now, my other problem. I made my way out into the kitchen to find Andre sat on one of the bar stools. He looked up and smiled, at me, as I made my way into the room. His smile still gave me that wierd feeling in the bottom of my stomach, but I chose to ignore it. Now was not the time for nerves.

"Hey." He greeted, when I got to him. But I left him no chance to speak. I felt a sudden courage in me that I didn't even know I had.

"Oh shut up." Ispat back before throwing my arms around his neck and kissing him as hard and as rough as I possibly could. To say he was shocked is an understatement. He was so taken aback by my actions that he spent the first few seconds stood stock still, until the switch finally clicked and he kissed back,his arms coming around on my waist.

Moving his hand down to just under my buttocks, he lifted me to his waist so I could straddle his muscular hips, the feel of his hands on my body set my skin on fire with with desire that had to be settled. I had to feel his skin on my skin.

Letting go of his hair, for a second, I swiftly removed my black tank top and threw it across the room. I began to grind my body against his muscular chest that, thankfully, he hadn't covered.

Kicking off the towel from around his waist, I lowered myself to feel his growing erection against my trousers. The burning grew, deep inside me, for something more. I moaned into our ever deepening kiss, at the feel of him wanting me... and me wanting him.

Leading us into my bedroom, Andre used to wall, to lean me against, to unbutton my trousers.

My trousers fell to the floor with a thud and before I knew it, I was layed down, gently, onto the soft silk fabric of my bed.
The feel of his body against mine, his hand coming to rest on my breast, sent a power ballad of bliss through my body. Andre began to suck my nipples, with such passion and hunger, causing me to scream out in desire and a wanting for more. I needed more.

I began to breathe his name "Andre" through my fast and ragged breaths. This seemed to send more energy into his movements as he raised his beautifully sculpted body to straddle mine. The feel of him moving in synchronicity with my body, sent a song of moans, wails, screams and grunts from our conjoined systems. I don't know why but my heart warmed at the though that my whole life had built up to this: meeting Andre and falling for his bad boy ways. I couldn't have felt more happy now as I had in my entire life. And for once, the other part of my brain didn't argue with me.