Absolutely Unforgivable(15)



When the crowds cheering died down just a bit Billy continued, “Well, this song isn’t about that.”

Oh thank God. I sighed in relief and then turned my attention back to Jeromy. I leaned in and gave him another kiss.

Bran started in hard with the drums and Billy screamed “AHHH YEAHHHH!” It was a fast beat rock song, another original. When he sang I noticed all the girls dancing around in delirium. The more the song went on, the more I thought girls were going to start throwing their panties at the stage.

As he screamed the last line of the song, “I want to f*ck your fine ass all night long,” I noticed he had locked eyes with a cute red head in the crowd. He walked over to her after the song ended and picked her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he started kissing her with a sort of frenzied desperation. That was the last we saw of Billy for the night.



Jeromy and I made our way back home soon after and went right to bed. I rested comfortably in Jeromy’s arms. It really was the coziest bed I had ever been in. I quickly fell asleep but awoke not much later, as he was kissing my neck and then moved to my lips. “I love you,” he muttered. My heart quickened at his touch. I shifted my weight under him suggestively and a slow sexy smile spread across his face.

The next morning came all too soon. The bright light of the sun peered in through the windows and the big sliding glass door that led out to the terrace. I had forgotten to draw the drapes last night before going to bed. I groaned unhappily and I got out of bed and made my way to the bathroom. As I stood in the bathroom, I expected the tiles to be cold on my bare feet, but they were noticeably warm. Ahh, heated tiles. I had heard of heated tiles before on those home decorating shows, but I really had no idea how wonderful they really were until now.

I took a shower and then went into my luxurious closet to find something to put on. I grabbed a tank top and some boxer shorts and put my favorite pair of oversized, thick white Polo socks on my feet and made my way down the stairs towards the smell of bacon. Billy was standing in the kitchen making breakfast.

As I walked past the arched doors that led into the kitchen he gave me a nod and said, “Hey. How do you feel?”

“Like holy hell. Why did I do so many shots?” I groaned.

He let out a light-hearted laugh and pushed a drink towards me. “My sure fire hangover cure.” It looked a little bit like thick orange juice but by the way he warned me to drink it all fast to keep it down, I suspected it was anything but.

As I tried to force the concoction down my throat, I could taste something like a strange mix of tomato juice, carrots, 7Up, bananas and horseradish sauce. It was foul-smelling and tasted disgusting but he was right, it did make me feel better, and fast. Wow, that was impressive. He should bottle that stuff and sell it.

“Thank you,” I said shyly. Leaning across the bar, I eyed his plate of eggs and bacon and asked, “What’s that you have there?” He took a fork and immediately started twirling it in the eggs. He reached across the bar and put it to my lips. It was delicious. He was a great cook.

“Mmmm. Is that bacon?” I leaned over the counter to grab a piece.

He playfully pulled the plate away. “Oh no you don’t.”

I leaned in even more, locking my eyes on his said, “I thought roommates were supposed to share” as I grabbed a piece of bacon off of his plate and put it to my lips. I quickly sat back down on the bar stool and giggled. He gave me a huge smile in return and pushed the entire plate my way.

Just then Jeromy walked into the kitchen and kissed my forehead as he sat down next to me. While Billy and Jeromy exchanged pleasantries, I sat there wondering what the heck had just come over me. Why did I just say that? This isn’t like me. I’m not that kind of girl. Being near Billy seems to have some sort of strange effect on me. I can’t seem to think straight. Just being in his presence made my skin tingle and my breath quicken. I feel like a giggling schoolgirl around him.

Billy finished making Jeromy’s and his breakfast and as we sat around the bar eating Jeromy said “Last night was great,” and then gave me a glance. Billy no doubt thought he meant the show but I knew exactly what meant. I blushed with the memory.

“Yeah, man, we will have to do it again sometime,” Billy said to Jeromy and then turned to me. “Stacy, you were fantastic. I can’t tell you how many girls we have done that initiation with over the years and not a one of them took it like a champ like you did.”

“Oh God, please don’t remind me,” I said sheepishly, my face starting to redden.

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