A Real Disaster

Chapter Eleven



“You don’t have to.”

“I want to,” I said, my voice cracking and his breath hitching.

Maybe this was a bad idea. I turn down Nash but I’m okay with having sex with Turner?

“A-Are you sure you want to do this?”

The truth was that I wasn’t sure I wanted to do this, or anything. I didn’t even know how to do any of it. He was kind to me. Was that why my brain was saying yes? Or was it to get back at Nash?

I was nervous, so nervous.

“Yes, I want to do this.”

I dropped my hands from his belt buckle and ran my fingers up and down his arm.

“Let’s take this to the bed, what do you think?”

“Sure…”He grabbed my hand, linking our fingers together, and pulled me to the bed.

“You are so, so beautiful,” Turner said.

He dipped his head forward, capturing my lips with his once again. His hands kept busy removing my sweater. Once it was off, Turner’s nimble fingers unbuttoned the shirt underneath and pushed it off my shoulders. His fingers then moved to my light pink bra.

“Slow down,” I said, taking a deep breath.

I nudged Turner away.

“This is about you.”

Hell I didn’t know what I was doing. I just wanted to show Turner that I liked him. There were probably other ways to show it but I thought that what I was about to do would be the best way to show him.

“But I want to make you happy too,” Turner said.

“I know, but I really want to do this…”

That was half a lie.

My hands went back to Turner’s belt as I expertly pulled it from the loops. Turner put his hands on my arms as he watched me unsnap and unzip his pants. Nudging them down his narrow waist, I raised my eyebrow and looked at Turner.

I looked at his large, pole-like boner beneath his boxer briefs. It was pulsating through.

I shivered with anxiety and took a deep breath,

I licked my lips as my fingers slipped under the waistband of the boxer briefs. Turner sucked in a breath as his hands found my hair.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

It wasn’t the biggest turn on to have a guy constantly ask if I really wanted to do something sexual. The first time, yes it’s important to make sure it’s consensual but after that it’s a little annoying.

I didn’t respond.

With a swift motion, I pulled Turner’s boxer briefs down and let his dick spring out.

“Oh God,” Turner muttered. “I don’t know if I can take much more of this.”

I slowly moved my right hand up and down his shaft.

I kneeled down in front of Turner, my face right in front of him.

I cupped his balls in my hands while I kissed the tip of his dick. I tried not to be nervous as I kneeled in front of him. The only experience I had with blow jobs was what I read about in novels and the things I accidentally saw on television. My parents never discussed sex with me and the girlfriends I had in high school didn’t talk a lot about it.

My free hand went to the shaft of his penis, slowly rubbing it again while my other hand held his balls, gently squeezing them. Turner moaned above me and I could already feel his legs quiver. I turned my head to the side and placed kisses all down the shaft and back up until I was at the head again.

Sticking my tongue out, I licked up and down and then took Turner into my mouth. His hands, which were still on my hair, clenched and Turner pushed me closer to him. Sucking softly, I pulled back until my lips were only over the taut tip of Turner’s dick. I swirled my tongue in circles and figure-eight’s over his hole.

“”Oh God,” Turner moaned. “Oh f*ck! Don’t stop, Lily. Don’t f*cking stop. This feels so f*cking… F*ck! Oh!”

Turner started to jerk his own body back and forth, pushing his dick in and out of my mouth as he held my head straight. He pushed hard, nearly blocking my airwave, but pulled back nearly as quickly. In and out, in and out. My jaw was becoming sore but I didn’t stop or pull away.

“Kiss me,” Turner said and he suddenly pulled me up enough to get me onto the bed.


Turner sat next to me and took my mouth to his, all the while pumping his dick with his own hand. His fist was jerking away, hard and fast. Turner pulled at my bra, pulling the straps down and pushing the cups away from my breasts. With his free hand, Turner grabbed my tit, squeezing it and running his fingers over the nipple, making it hard. Now I was the one gasping for breath. A familiar pulling feeling started at the base of my stomach.

“Oh God, Lily,” I heard Turner moan. “God, I’m almost there. I can’t wait any longer.”

Turner didn’t give me a choice when he pushed me on the bed and straddled my hips. He didn’t stop pumping his hand over his dick.

“Here it comes,” Turner said.

One last pump and his dick squirted cum all over my chest.

“Oh God, oh! Oh!”

Turner tremored and moved just quick enough so that he didn’t fall on top of me. Turner reached across the bed and grabbed a towel.

“I’m sorry. Here, let me clean it up for you.”

Turner began to wipe at my body, cleaning up my chest.

“Are you okay?” he asked when he was finally finished wiping everything up. “I didn’t hurt you or anything, right?”

No.

But if it was over, what a horrible experience.

“No, I’m fine,” I said.

Was I fine? What started as a hand and blow job ended…

Weird…

He ripped my bra off, held me down, and then came on me. All horrible reminders of my past that I wanted to forget.

“Good,” Turner said, kissing me.

I moved my head to the side to stop the kiss. I sighed, frustrated. I shifted on the bed, pushing myself away from Turner. I quickly grabbed my clothes that were scattered across the room.

“Is something wrong?”

“No, why?” I lied.

“I don’t know, you keep moving around and you’re frowning.”

Turner hoisted himself up on his arm and stared at me.

“Did I force you into this? Did you think that you had to do this to make up for something? Are you upset with me?”

“I don’t think any of that,” I told him. “I’m not upset and I definitely don’t think you forced me into something…”

That wasn’t the problem at all.

“So then what’s going on in that head of yours?”

I shifted again, uncomfortable with the path that the conversation was heading. My past was the problem. Now he reminded me of it, but I didn’t want to explain it to him or anybody else.

“Nothing, really, I’m okay.”

“You’re lying,” Turner accused. “You can’t even look at me.”

“Don’t worry, I’m not upset.”

I wasn’t sure if I was trying to convince him or convince myself. My mind was a mess of my past and present.

“Lily, talk to me. I don’t want you to leave upset again.”

Turner wasn’t going to give up until I said something, but what was I supposed to say? I looked at Turner, torn between telling him the truth and keeping it to myself. Turner stared at me and then his mouth split into a grin

“I know what’s wrong… You’re horny.”

“Seriously Turner? You’re way off!”

“What then?”

“Just don’t worry about it.”

I put my clothes on in silence.

However, Turner couldn’t keep quiet any longer.

“Well, do you want to hang out for a while then?”

“I don’t know. I have some stuff to do,” I said.

“What about we go out for some ice cream tomorrow night?”

“Um…”

“Come on,” he begged.

I might as well agreed to stop the begging.

”Fine,” I said, throwing on my shoes. “Meet me at 7 at my dorm.”

“Awesome.”

Then I left his apartment.



* * *



The next day, I finished my homework around 5 PM, took a quick shower, and got dressed. Around 7 I grabbed my purse and left my dorm room.

“Hey!” Turner yelled down the hall as I closed the door.

I walked towards him and waved. I could only hope he wouldn’t bring up what happened the night before.

Turner had thrown on a pair of faded jeans, a white shirt, and a jacket. He looked pretty cute when he washed up. The two of us went downstairs to the front sidewalk that led to the ice cream shop.

“I don’t feel like driving. Do you want to just walk there? It’s not like it’s that cold out.”

“That sounds like a great idea,” Turner agreed.

He grabbed a hold of my hand and linked his fingers through mine. I wanted to push his hand away. After being held down by him I just wasn’t that into him.

As a boyfriend anyway.

Friends sure.

Together we walked to the ice cream shop. The night air was crisp and nippy. The sun had set, taking whatever warmth with it. Unable to wrap my arms around myself, I shivered a little.

“Are you cold?”

“Yeah,” I said nodding.

Immediately Turner shrugged off his jacket and wrapped it around my shoulders.

“Better?”

“You don’t have to do that. I’ll be fine,” I told him.

“I’ll be fine too.,” Turner assured me. “I’m not the one shivering anyway.”

I didn’t know what I wanted. I already regretted what had happened the night before. My mind just took over after seeing Nash and another girl all over each other. Turner was so nice to me and I was hurting. It was a mistake. How was I going to let him down easy without losing him as a friend.

We continued to walk.

“I didn’t think I could recover from that horrible first date. I thought that was it; I thought I was toast. I’m glad I’m not Lily...”

He smiled at me.

“Yeah, It takes more than one horrible date to send me running,” I responded, giving him a fake grin.

“Really? Even though you hadn’t dated much? I thought that I completely ruined it for you.”

“”Nah.”

The way he was acting made it obvious he thought we were together.

I didn’t want to hurt him.

I still wanted to be friends.

“Well, well, well, look at the happy couple.”

My head whipped around to the voice. Nash was standing there, partially hidden in the shadow, smoking a cigarette.

I wrinkled my nose. He just had to show up.

“Nash,” Turner said and I felt him tense next to me.

I threw a little prayer up that the two of them wouldn’t get into an all-out brawl.

“What do you want?” I asked Nash.

“Nothing,” Nash sneered and stumbled closer.

I could smell the alcohol on Nash’s breath.

“And I’m doing much better, thank you. You’re p-ssy punch didn’t keep me down for long.”

“Whatever, now if you’ll excuse us,” Turner responded.

“Wait a minute!” Nash cried. “Tell me about this happy couple. When did you guys get together? Last time I checked Turner, you let this lovely woman stumble back to her dorm, drunk, while you partied.”

“Nash-” I said under my breath.

“How do you know that?” Turner asked.

His eyes narrowed as he stared at Nash.

“Because I was the one who had to bring her back. She was in no shape to walk all on her own.”

Turner turned to me.

“Is it true?”

“I didn’t ask him to walk me home,” I tried to explain. “I was walking home and he saw me. He just wanted to make sure I got there safe.”

It was beginning to take a lot of effort trying to keep them both happy.

“And that’s all?”


“Well-” Nash started.

If this led to me spending the night at Nash’s then I knew there would be another fight. This time, Nash wouldn’t hold back.

“That’s all,” I said, cutting Nash off.

I shot daggers at Nash but he pretended not to notice. What the hell was he trying to do? What the hell was his problem? Would Nash really tell Turner about our night together? Yeah, he would. Anything to get a rise out of him.

“Come on Turner, let’s go get that ice cream.”

“I’ll see you two love birds later,” Nash said.

He dropped the cigarette onto the dirt and rubbed it out with the toe of his sneaker.

“You know where to find me sexy.”

Now he was trying to get a rise out of me.

Nash turned and sauntered away. Turner didn’t budge until we couldn’t see Nash anymore.

“That son of a bitch! What the f*ck is he getting at?! What was he trying to prove?! Bastard!”

“He was just trying to get under your skin. Ignore him. He’s not worth it.”

In that moment, I truly believed my words. I wasn’t sure if it was because Nash was angry at me still for leaving his place the other morning, or because of his immense hatred for Turner, but he was acting like an a*shole. He knew those words would hurt Turner, humiliate him even, and yet Nash didn’t care. Turner’s shoulder’s sagged and he hung his head.

“I guess this is yet another date that was ruined.”

“Just focus on other stuff. How about we go in and get some ice cream?”

I didn’t want to tell him the truth that this wasn’t a date for me to begin with. I’d rather make everyone happy. It was obvious Nash was angry at me already even when everything was his fault.

This was a real disaster.

“Of course,” Turner said.

He spun me around until I was facing him and then with his finger Turner lifted my head. His lips felt tender as they begin to massage against mine.

“Stop Turner,” I told him, pushing him back.

“Sorry, I’ve just wanted to do that since we left the dorms.”

“Okay, but not out in public.”

“Sorry…”