Surrendering Affair

Chapter 3

"Well, it definitely is much cooler in here." I exhaled as I took a seat on his couch. Living in this city has made me cross paths with many different kinds of men. But this one was the most nervous of them all. He didn't seem to even want to join me on the couch. He stood a few feet away, aloof and avoiding of being too close to me.

His eyes fought the urge to look my way for too long. He'd given me far too much power than anyone could imagine, and we'd just met. He stood a few feet away from me, one of his hands in his pockets. He was as stiff as a board. I patted the fabric of the old Victorian style couch I sat on. "Why don't you take a seat, Ricky? Relax."

He laughed a bit before awkwardly sitting next to me. "It's funny."

"What's funny?" I asked calmly.

"You're asking me to sit in my own house." Ricky looked to me for a second, then his eyes quickly moved away. I looked him up and down while he sat there, sizing him up. He faced forward and leaned his elbows on his knees. His jaw clenched occasionally.

Ultimately, there was complete silence.

"It must be much more interesting living in the city." I attempted at making conversation. "Things can get rowdy down here."

"I'm not really the party type. Yes, I'll have a drink or two but that's about it." Rick shrugged. Then he looked to me, but only in the corner of his eye. "How... how about you?"

"I like to have a good time." I sat back in my seat, crossing my legs. My toes pointed toward him, my ankle brushing against his leg for a brief moment. His jaw clenched as he exhaled, looking down at my leg. Slowly, he sat up and pulled his stiff shoulders back. The palm of his hands rubbed along his knees.

"My gosh, is that air conditioning working?" He breathed out.

"I'll have a check." Quickly, I stood up and walked toward the air. My fingers gripped the tight fabric of my yellow tank top as I pulled it from being tucked into my skirt. I lifted up my shirt enough to expose my midriff, stopping just enough to cover my breasts. It didn't matter either way, my back was facing toward Ricky. All he could see was the curve of my spine, which was partially covered by my high waisted mini skirt.

Once again there was silence. All you could hear was the humming of the air conditioner. Still, I felt his eyes on me. The image of it caused shivers to go through my body. I allowed my shirt to fall down to my waist, then turned around toward Ricky. I was right, he was staring, which was just what I wanted. As I tried to conceal my grin, I slowly tucked my shirt back in. His eyes never diverted, until he'd realized he was staring. Then he immediately looked away

I rejoined Ricky on the couch, my body thoroughly cooled down. He looked forward once again, not at me. "So— it works huh?"

"It works." I smirked with a nod. His eyes slowly looked to the floor, then crept to my feet. After going up my legs, they stopped at my breasts. They froze there, way longer than the average man would. After looking down, I realized I neglected to wear a bra that day.

He looked forward once again, clearing his throat. "So the air conditioning works fine, huh?"

"It's ice cold." I tugged at the hem of my shirt, adjusting it over my rigid nipples. My eyes scanned the apartment, taking in all the dated decor. "You know, you should redo this place. One day, of course."

"You mean after grandma croaks?" Ricky laughed, leaning his elbows forward onto his knees again. "Yeah, that would be groovy."

"I can't imagine you bringing your girlfriend around here." I said in a sweet voice. His eyebrows furrowed for a moment as he leaned to one side and looked to me.

"I don't have a girlfriend." He corrected. That was music to my ears.

"Oh that's too bad. A handsome guy like you?" I leaned my arm onto the couch behind me delicately. "Unless you're more of a casual lover."

"Casual..." Ricky repeated then let out a nervous laugh. His cheeks got red and warm. "No, I'm far from casual. I'm much more traditional."

"Ever wondered what it'd be like breaking out of that?" I suggested. He laughed again, looking toward his feet and running his palms over his knees some more. I leaned closer to him, my arm still resting on the back of the chair. "Come on, you're human. You've indulged in sex."

"Yeah, I have." He said in a slightly higher pitched voice. "But only with my high school sweetheart."

Oh no. Not one of those.

"High school sweetheart?" I repeated quickly. "Do you still see her?"

"No." He answered. "She moved to California."

He paused for a second. His throat got tight. Still, he refused to look up at me and only at the floor.

"With a another man." He admitted.

"Oh no." I gasped out loud. Oh yes. Inching even closer to him, now my thigh touched his. I placed my hand on his shoulder as I gave it a squeeze. "That trick must've broke your heart."

"She was far from a trick." Ricky cried out. Tread lightly, Nicole. "She's a tramp!" He continued, standing up from his seat. His hands balled into fists. This was the most riled up I'd seen him.

"Right on!" I nodded from the couch.

"I gave her four years of my life." He paced in-between the couch and the coffee table. "And all she could do was run off with the muscle man!"

"I hate muscle men." I lied.

"Well, after she left I kind of began to work out a bit more. Take more stock in myself." Ricky looked over his shoulder at me.

"Good for you." I pointed.

"But when it comes to sex, I haven't had any. Not after her. I've tried to turn off every human need I could possibly have." Ricky began to pace again.

"Well that's no way to live." I stood up. "You've got blood rushing through your veins. Going to places. Filling things."

Ricky looked to me.

"How could you ignore those things?" I stepped toward him. He looked down at the floor as I stood right in front of him. Slowly I lifted my hand and brushed the hair on his forehead with my fingers. "Sex is something we all need, isn't it?"

He didn't say a word. He just stood there blushing and avoiding eye contact.

"Ricky, isn't it?" I repeated. "Whats the deal?"

"It's just..." He quietly said. "I think you're gorgeous."

I placed a finger on his chin and turned his face toward me. "You're not too bad yourself."

On my tip-toes, I began to lean closer to his face. I waited for him to make a move, but once again Ricky feared being receptive. He acted as if every advance I made was a crime. How could you get through to this kid?