Page 44 of Bad for You

“Yeah, some dessert as well.”

She gave him a warm smile, and he told her he’d be back soon, then led me out.

He helped me with my helmet.

“You’re a good son,” I said when his eyes met mine.

“Nah, Bambi, just doing what anyone else would do.” He looked uncomfortable.

“I’m not so sure about that. She’s lucky to have you.”

We climbed on the bike and headed for home. I hugged him extra tight all the way.

We finally pulled up in my small driveway and I climbed off. “You want to come in?” I asked when he walked me to my door.

“Love to. But I think I better head home.” His big body was rigid and his jaw was tight. I hated that I didn’t know what to do, that he needed something that I obviously couldn’t give him.

“Okay,” I said, not sure I hid my disappointment very well.

He curled a strong arm around me, holding me so tight it almost hurt as he kissed me good night. I held him back just as tight.

Finally, he let me go and walked back to his bike.

“Your jacket,” I called quickly, undoing the one he’d put back on me for the ride home.

“Keep it for next time,” he called back.

Then he was on his bike and heading off down the street.

I’d always known there was more to Jesse. I’d looked into his eyes and there’d been secrets, pain, so many things, and I’d wanted to know it all.

Today I’d gotten a glimpse behind the good looks and easy humor. I liked what I saw, a lot.

After he left I wandered around the house, feeling a little lost, and later when I went to bed I was too restless to sleep. I made tea, tried to watch some TV, but I couldn’t stop thinking about Jesse and that look in his eyes.

He’d needed me.

He’d needed more from me than I’d given him, and he didn’t think he could ask for it. I wanted to help him feel better. Take care of him. Take that pain away that I’d seen in his eyes. I was his girlfriend. It was my job.

I was off the couch, my car keys in my hand a few moments later.

Suddenly, taking things slow didn’t seem so important anymore.

Jesse

I walked out of the bathroom naked and hard after a shower. I ignored it and shoved on a pair of sweatpants.

I’d wanted Lila so bad today, to the point I’d had to get the hell away from her before I begged her to let me eat her pussy. I should have jerked off in the shower, but that wasn’t what I wanted.

It wasn’t just about a release, not anymore, it was about her. Being with her. I’d never felt like that before. Sex had always just been sex, and I knew being with Lila would be so much more than that. I craved it. Craved her.

What I really wanted tonight was Lila under me. Her curvy, naked body pressed against mine afterwards. Her soft, round ass snugged against my cock all night so when we woke in the morning, I could slide right back inside her.

I wanted Lila. I fucking needed her, but there was no way I was going to pressure her into something because I was feeling like an emo asshole after today. Which was why I left her place and not gone inside.

I sat heavily on my bed and grabbed my guitar, strumming the opening chords to “Lyla” by Oasis. Yes, I was that pathetic. But playing had always been an escape for me. Evened me out, had made me focus on something other than the emotions rampaging through me. When I was a kid, it had been rage. I carried so much. Playing for my mom when she needed me, it didn’t just help her. It helped me as well. But it wasn’t working tonight.

Only one thing would help.