The TV is on HBO and there is a soft porn movie on,
"So, you don't like oral sex?" I sigh at his question. Damn the movie for having this sex scene,
"Nick, I'm not talking about that with you." He seems to enjoy watching me become uncomfortable,
"Don't tell me you've never had it before. I mean, I see how uncomfortable you just got when it looked like he was going down on her." I shake my head, not only at him but at the conversation in general,
"Yes, I have. Not that its any of your business." He laughs,
"So, when is the last time you've had it?" Why am I even talking about this with him,
"The last time I had sex." I look over at him and it only takes a second for it to register,
"Wait, that was like two years ago." I just shrug my shoulders,
"Wow man." He downs what had to have been his fourth or fifth beer. It was a good thing they had the next day off,
"You know I'm really good at it." OK, I can feel my mouth open as I watch his tongue glide over the rim of the beer bottle, there is no way he is talking about what I think he is,
"Really, I am." He slides over on the couch next to me and all I can do is play with my hands. Once I gain the courage to look at him he was staring intently at me and I don't know what to say,
"Let me." My eyes grow wide and my stomach feels like I'm on the biggest and fastest roller coaster of my life,
"Let you what?" His fingers ran over my neck and my eyes close once his mouth nears my skin. I can feel his breath on my neck as he whispers,
"Let me do it to you." God this feels so good, how on Earth is anyone supposed to say no,
"No, you're drunk." Damn, even I can tell that wasn't convincing,
"Come on, we're friends. We won't do nothing else, thats it, I promise. Thats all I want to do." I moan and I knew I was in trouble once he heard it. He gets on his knees in front of me, pushes the coffee table out of the way and begins to unbutton my jeans. I'm fighting this but he seems determined,
"Nick, no, you don't know what you're doing. You're drunk." He looks up at me, even wasted those eyes are deadly, maybe even more so. He licks his lips and all I can do is moan once more as he pushes my hands away. Now that my jeans are unbuttoned and unzipped I guess I'm letting this happen, he pulls me towards him, my butt barely on the couch now. Just as he was about to pull my jeans down there was a knock at the door. He groans and screams out,
"Go away." his eyes still watching me. Once I heard Chris ask for me my eyes plead with him and he stands up and walks to the door,
"What's up?" My mind is spinning as I hear her tell him she just wanted to know if I was there,
"She's in the bathroom, she's fine." This is my chance, I stand up and button my jeans just before I make it to the door,
"Hey Chris." I look over to see him staring at me,
"Thanks, I better get going." After Chris turns to walk off he pulls my arm,
"Come here." I shake my head as I try to pull away from him,
"I gotta go." A couple of girls walk by and it's obvious they are fans and I use the opportunity to take my arm back,
"See you ok?" I didn't wait for an answer as I walk down the hall and head for the elevator.
Once we were in the elevator Chris turns to me,
"You ok?" I nod then shake my head as I told her what happened,
"Are you serious?" I nod my head,
"Chris, don't tell Marnie ok?" She nods her head,
"Ok, so what's up with you guys now?" I sigh as the door opens. I hold her arm and push the lobby,
"I don't know...let's talk about this down in the lobby." She nods and we are both quiet until we make it to the lobby and sit down,
"Does he know you know about Marnie?" I shake my head,
"No." That brought it all back, the last thing I was thinking of was Marnie while Nick was trying to convince me,
"She gave him his number." I nod and I guess Chris knew I didn't get exactly what she was saying,
"He asked her for it." I look over at her and she nods sympathetically,
"What the hell does he want from me?" She shakes her head and rubs my back,
"I don't know what to do." We both sit there and the tears run down my face,
"What's wrong with me? Why am I crying? It's not like he made me any promises or told me he wants to be with me." Chris tucks her legs under her,
"Because he flirts with you and you like him." I sigh,
"I don't-" Why fight it?
"But he doesn't know I like him." She raises her eyebrows,
"Maybe he does." I lay my head back and close my eyes,
"And what? He's playing with me?" We sit there until we both begin to fall asleep then make our way back up to our room. I have no idea what I'm doing anymore.
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