Trouble

2: Together

The warm summer air felt good on my skin as it played with my hair. My arms were wrapped securely around Derek and my hands explored the hard muscles of his chest. Derek was quiet and so was I, but everything felt just right.

It was on rides like these I felt happiest. Even sex couldn’t beat this in my opinion. Just feeling the wind and the nature surrounding me with my arms around my man, there was nothing more perfect.

‘What are you thinking, babe?’ I heard Derek say.

I smiled playfully, ‘You know what I’m thinking.’

‘Enlighten me.’

I told him. I told him how much I loved the feeling I got while riding in explicit detail like I did every time. Even though I couldn’t see it, I knew he was smiling. He loved it when I enjoyed these rides with him. Maybe because I was the only girl he brought along with him. Maybe because I was fearless, even when he turned those sharp turns and sometimes pulled out his own tricks such as one wheeling.  But those tricks were rare and I preferred that.There was little in the world I was afraid of.

The sky was clear and lit with millions of stars. It was so serene. The saltiness in the air indicated we were headed in the direction of the beach. On this warm night the breeze from the sea would be cool.

When we finally reached, the beach was empty as expected. Derek picked me up with his strong arms, my legs circled his waist and our lips met. We shared a heated kiss, communicating our passion and lust for each other and when we finally broke apart he lowered me down on my feet and walked, hand in hand.

‘Cigarette?’ I asked him. Apparently I had forgotten mine at home in the rush.

He raised his eyebrow at me, ‘weren’t you gonna quit?’

 I scoffed, ‘Wishful thinking.’

He rolled his eyes. Luckily like all the other guys I had gone out with, he didn’t hate my smoking habits. He didn’t encourage them and neither did he discourage them.

He fished out a pack of them, a brand I never really liked but I wanted a smoke. Taking one out he lit it with a lighter and held it in front of my lips. I understood what he was doing.

‘I don’t want to share my cigarette.’ I pouted. He smirked and took a long drag on it, exhaling sensually.

‘Still no?’ he licked his lips. He knew what that did to me.

I tilted my face up. The rough pads of his fingers caressed my jaw lightly before his lips landed on top on mine. His tongue entwined with mine and my hands flew up to his hair. I let him lead the kiss. It was slow and teasing. His tongue massaged mine and his mouth tasted slightly of nicotine.

He pulled back, my breathing heavy and his arm circled my waist. He then lowered the burning cigarette down to me. My lips enclosed around the end as I took in a long breath, sucking in the smoke.  My lungs relaxed as I did.

We repeated this slow procedure of dragging on the same cigarette and making out sensually till the cigarette extinguished and our desire rode high.

‘That wasn’t so bad.’ He smirked sexily. I couldn’t help but smirk back.

‘I can’t believe the vacations end tomorrow.’ I sighed. This summer had been amazing, with the parties and the hang outs and of course, Derek.

‘Well it’s not like we’d stop having our fun.’

‘But still. School.’ I said disgusted.

‘Don’t you dare wear something slutty as you always do on the first day tomorrow. Or I’ll be forced to take you right there in the hallway.’ He grinned. I never really minded the words he chose to describe my clothing. Most people called me a slut but I didn’t care. I was just living my life to the fullest.