Dirty Girls

James, er--Mr. Carter

I was feeling everything Bobby said until he got XX rated.

“No fuck that, I’m out.” Clumsily I pushed my way out of the linked chain the four of us ; me,Bobby, Sarah and Lewis had become on the couch. I couldn’t move out fast enough, I pressed my hand against Sarah’s bare thigh for support and shoved Bobby’s leg to the side to ease my way out of the heated bodies.

I was simply too through with it all, way too through.

“Amy he was joking!”

Joking my ass! Who jokes about oral, he could blow it himself if he wanted to but I knew I wasn’t about to do it.

And I had kissed him (multiple times) I’d let him feel me up and I had promised him that one day, one day he would have the chance to take off my SpongeBob panties (don’t judge me)

But hell no.

Missionary position was one thing, Oral was another. I wasn’t down for oral and I wasn’t about to be down for it either. Not that I was a slut either…I just wasn’t…

Man whatever, it didn’t even matter.

“I’m leaving!”

Behind me Lewis spoke to Sarah, “Ay, why yo girl trippin?”

Hell where was I going? It was Sarah’s house and my car, that precious beat up Taurus was parked at home! Where was I going?

“Amy, for real I’m sorry though.”

I threw up the finger and ambled through Sarah’s castle of a house and fumed to myself. I knew that I should have said no when she asked me if she wanted to invite them over. I should have said no and left it at that, but no, my horny ass wanted to get some quick action in before I went home.

When would her mother be home anyway?

As I moved through the lightly lit alcove halls and over the marbled floors I pulled my smart phone out of my pocket and glimpsed at the screen.

11:50 p.m.

Maybe she was having one of those nights again, she had them often, so often that I barely recalled what she looked like anymore.

Damn and I really wanted to make out with him again.

As mad as I was, I had to admit that I wanted to crush my lips against bobby’s until he was blue in the face. He was that good of a kisser, I could orgasm just from that. Apparently he needed Oral!!!

I fumed and stomped up the winding stair case headed straight to Sarah’s room where my backpack and ipod would be waiting for me in the crook between her bed and her bed side table. I really hated Sarah sometimes, well not really, but I was jealous to a certain degree. For one thing her house was the shit, two stories, a big ass kitchen, lovely living room and four rooms not including the computer/study room? Man they had it going on, and that was never more apparent then when I ascended the stair case and looked around in awe like I did every time I went to her house.

The hallway between the four rooms and the banister were just as beautiful as the rooms themselves, the decorative designs and color, the redwood, antique yellow and chandelier casting lovely streams of white against the painstakingly buffed red wood floor. It was just…man…crazy.

So yes, I was jealous.

“Stay in school kid and you can have a house like this someday.”

Jesus, put your hand on me lord.

“Mr. Carter, I thought you were gone?”

James leaned against the banister and popped a handful of barbeque corn nuts into his mouth, “I have nothing else to do tonight. I’d rather hang around here.”

My heart beat in my chest like out of control drums and I had to control that awkward embarrassed smile that threatened to appear on my face at any moment, so I turned my head slightly to the side and looked at something else. Mr. Carter was just too damn fine to be looking at for too long.

“What about friends?” I spoke to the thin layer of dust in the corner between the wall that connected his room and then Sarah’s room.

“I can’t spend a night at home Amirah?”

I could have fainted, died, I think my neck snapped a little when I turned to him. I mean I knew that he knew my name, he just didn’t say it often.

“Did I say something wrong?”

No, oh gosh you could never ever.

“Oh no, I’m sorry, I was just,” Make up a lie quick, “lost in thought.”

He smirked then and leaned against the banister, his v neck tee stretched slightly over his broad chest and dipped between his pecs as he stretched, “I have that effect.”

I colored slightly and bit my lip, “I’m just joking Amy, chill. Why are you so uptight around me?”

He looked around as I bit my lip and cursed myself for being an idiot, “You know I’m not a real dad right? I’m cool, just think of me as this old guy who happens to be related by marriage to your bestfriend.”

God, he was so onto me, it was embarrassing as hell.

I nodded and gave a quick laugh, “Well um, I have to get my bags,” I pointed to Sarah’s pink painted door like an idiot with both hands and even ticked my head.

Shut the fuck up!

James nodded, “Are you leaving? I thought you two were hanging out with your,” he held up two bunny fingers and crooked them around the next words, “ ‘boo’s ‘.”

God that sounded so gay coming from a man,but James wasn’t just any man, no he was THE man. The man that I desperately wanted to both run away from and run to.

“Um.”

Shit, I had nothing to say so I gave him a nod and dashed into Sarahs room like a bat out of hell. Once inside I did my best to steady my heartbeat as I gathered my things, although I still didn’t know where I was going.

A creak behind and a door closing alerted me, “Sarah?” I asked without turning around.

But no one answered, instead a large pair of hands rand up and down my hips, “Bobby I told you to fuck off, you’re not getting head.” I swatted the hands away and turned around in preparation for a serious beat down aimed at him.

If the little bastard wanted a quick lick then he would have to go elsewhere an—

“James?” I slapped my cheek and laughed, “I’m sorry you heard that, I thought you were---oh it doesn’t matter.” I shook my head and stepped back.

“Head? What do you know about that?”

He moved closer, and I moved back as another panic attack swooped in on me like a vulture. I couldn’t describe what I was feeling, but I had a nagging suspicion that the guy had noticed me noticing him and was in turn acting out.

“Uh-uh” I tripped over my own two feet, but steadied myself by placing one hand on the bed and pushing myself back up, James snickered and reached around, carefully wrapping an arm around my waist, “I—I just.”

“A little skittish aren’t you?” His other arm folded around my back until I was there pressed against his chest.

This is just a dream, or a bad dream or gah, whatever its just ugh.

“N-n-no.”

Cool breath brushed against my cheek as he moved closer and caressed my ear with his lips, “Calm down and relax.”

Relax?

No seriously, relax?

And then I felt it, that feeling, that weird feeling you get when a guy is way too close and you can feel it. You know what I’m talking about.

I FELT it, and I felt his hands slide along my hips as his lips traced the line along my jaw bone, “How bad do you want me right now?”