Present Perfect(47)

As we started towards the door, I grabbed the waistband of his pants, lifting my head, and yelled, “BYE BYE, BRAD! THANKS! MAYBE YOU CAN LICK MY THIGH NEXT TIME! BYE, BYE!” He was still crumpled on the floor as we made it out the door.





You find out the true character of a person when they don’t take advantage of a sure thing.





I must have fallen asleep in the car, because the next thing I knew I was at Noah’s house in his bedroom, sitting on his bed. He was standing at his dresser with his back to me. My head was spinning and so was the room causing me to fall back on to the bed.

“Noah, you’re room is like a ride at Disney World.” I heard a slight chuckle coming from overhead. Barely lifting my head up off the bed, I slowly opened one eye, and saw him standing in front of me, holding a pair of green and white plaid boxer shorts and a white t-shirt. His anger had disappeared, replaced by sadness and guilt.

My face twisted in confusion. “You wear plaid underwear?” I asked, letting my head fall back and my eye close.

“Sometimes. Why?”

“I never pictured you wearing plaid boxers.”

I felt the material of the t-shirt and boxers brush across my arm as he sat them down on the bed beside me.

His voice was gravely and hoarse when he said, “Change into this. I’m going to get you some water and aspirin.”

“What am I going to do about my parents? I can’t go home like this,” I said.

“Both our parents went to Myrtle Beach this weekend. Remember?”

I heard his footsteps as he crossed the room, stopping when I whined, “Noah! I can’t sit up. Help me!” I shot both arms up in the air, pointing them straight towards the ceiling. I felt his warm hands glide over mine as he pulled me up to a sitting position. My head was swimming as I swayed from side to side a few times before steadying myself.

Fumbling, I tried to unbutton my jeans, but the button kept eluding my grasp. If memory served me correctly, there was only one button on my jeans before the party, but apparently it had babies, because now I saw four.

I looked up at him helplessly, batting my eyes a couple of times, and said, “I seem to be having difficulty locating the actual boot-ton and zip-pah,” I giggled and smiled at him.

Kneeling down in front of me, he smiled, and then whispered, “I’ll help you.”

Noah slipped my flip flops off and placed them to the side. Bringing his hands up, he unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. A shiver ran through me when his fingers grazed my skin.

He looked into my eyes, gulped and said, “I’ll go get your water and aspirin while you change.” He stood and turned away, heading toward the door.

I made one attempt to stand up. When I leaned forward slightly, the room started spinning rapidly. I flopped back on to the bed. “Noah, I can’t stand up. I need you.”

I heard him approach. “Tweet, are you okay?”

“Yes, but I need you. Don’t leave me,” I whispered.

He knelt back down in front of me and said, “I won’t ever leave you. Just hold on to my shoulders to steady yourself.”

Noah helped me sit back up. I placed my hands on his shoulders and leaned forward. As I stood my breasts came in direct contact with Noah’s face. A prickly sensation covered my skin when I felt his face lightly graze my torso as I stood. My head began to swim, but I was able to remain standing as long as I held on to his strong shoulders.

Noah placed his hands on either side of my hips, his fingers hooked around the top of my jeans, and he slid them down to my mid-thigh. I glanced down and noticed him trying not to look at my naked thighs or my lacy purple boy shorts. I could feel his hot breath over the front of my panties. We stilled for a few seconds before I heard him swallow a big gulp of air. He helped me sit back down, and then pulled my jeans off the rest of the way. It was so cute how uncomfortable he was.

Holding out his boxers, I put one leg followed by the other into them. I stood up, again steadying myself with his shoulders while he pulled the boxers up my legs. Clearing his throat Noah said in a low voice, “I’m sure you’ll be able to handle the rest on your own. I’ll go get the water and aspirin.”

The tequila was making me bold, forgetful, and horny. Memories of what happened between us just a few hours ago weren’t hurting as much now. I wanted to know what it felt like to have Noah’s hands on me. I wanted his lips on my skin. I wanted to know what it felt like to be Brittani.

While he was still kneeling in front of me, I grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it up over my head, tossing it to the side. Noah froze, gazing at me.

Grinning, I asked, “What are you looking at? I never struck you as a lacey bra kind of girl?” I sucked in my lower lip then slowly released it. “I have a black one, a red one, a white one, a pink one, a yellow one, and of course, you can see the purple one. They all have matching lace panties too.” I gave him a little smile.

Damn, what had gotten into me? I was no longer average and plain Amanda Kelly. I had become some type of tequila slut. I was a Sluquila. I’m telling Noah all about my underwear. Oh! My! God! I’m telling Noah all about my underwear! Rather, Senorita Sluquila is.

Noah never took his eyes off of me or my bra, as he reached for the t-shirt and handed it to me. He exhaled a shaky deep sigh and then said, “Put this on. Now!”