Kyle was the most arrogant man I'd met in my life. He might as well have said 'Here's how it's going to be, babe' and smacked my ass! He basically did say that!
He might have been able to give me several mind blowing orgasms, but that did not mean he had the right to tell me what to do! He was just a guy. A hotter than hot, possibly stupid, definitely obtuse guy!
Being sexy as all get out didn't mean he didn't still put his pants on one leg at a time. That's what my dad always said when someone got too big for their britches, which Kyle most definitely was! Literally!!!
I stopped short, closing my eyes in anguish.
My dad...
He would kill me if he knew what Kyle and I had done. Who was I kidding? We'd almost done it twice. I'd stopped it at the last possible moment, thank God!
Oh God... my dad would kill both of us. As arrogant as he was, I didn't want Kyle getting kicked off the team. He really was stupid if he thought my dad would forgive us. He would not.
Especially not if Kyle had gotten me pregnant!
I rode the bus home in silence, trying not to clench my jaw. I did that when I was tense. I got it from my dad.
The weird thing was, I'd noticed Kyle doing it too. When we were arguing I'd noticed his jaw ticking. Who was I kidding? I noticed every single thing about him!
How he'd shaved carefully to meet me. The pine scent of his skin. The way his eyes crinkled when he smiled... the tick of his jaw when I told him to go to hell!
Do not think about Kyle. Do not think about Kyle. Do not think about Kyle.
Or Kyle Junior.
I got home and showered, trying to scrub the memory of him away. Just like last time, it did not work. I knew he was ready to have unsafe sex again. And deep down, I hadn't wanted him to stop. If it had gone any further, I wouldn't have stopped him.
In that moment, I had not cared about anything but the feeling of our two bodies pressed together. But now I felt stupid. Stupid and worried.
There was only one thing to do.
I went into my room and looked up the local women's clinic. There was one on campus but that felt too close to home. What if my dad saw me walking into it?
No, the place downtown would be perfect. They could do a test or give me the morning after pill. I could take that a week later right? I better get checked for STD's too. Oh God, he could have anything!
The way Kyle was in bed... he must have had dozens of girls. More!
I groaned. Why did my first time have to be with such a player? He knew his way around the bedroom, that was obvious. I had a sudden feeling he had lost count of how many women he'd slept with.
I forced myself to calm down. Maybe he was clean. He seemed like a proactive guy, for a caveman. It didn't matter now though anyway. What's done was done. There was no point in freaking out about it. I just had to make sure it didn't happen again. I was too ashamed to even tell Betsy. She would freak. If there's one thing she believed in, it was safe sex.
And lots of it.
I sat up for hours, working on my independent study. I forced myself to concentrate, but it wasn't easy. At last I crawled into bed around 2 and fell into a deep sleep.
Chapter Eight Kyle
I stretched subtly, leaning back in my seat. The chairs in my English Lit lecture hall were painfully small. I looked around at all the kids in the class with me. Lots of short girls and skinny guys. Even the fit students were kind of... scrawny looking.
Actually, I was just bigger than the average student. A lot bigger. I caught a guy staring at me and stared back. He looked away nervously.
Yeah, I was a shark in a room full of guppies.
Either way, the seat was damn uncomfortable.
I fiddled with my phone, more restless than usual. The professor's voice was grating on my nerves. I wasn't a huge fan of English Lit but I could usually pay attention.
Not today.
Hell, the past few weeks had seemed to inch by painfully. The only time I felt any sense of purpose of all was at practice. Because of her.
I stared at my text messages, willing her to write back. Belinda had been ignoring my texts. They were commands really.
Enough is enough Belinda
Come to my room tonight Belinda I've had enough of this Belinda Take your clothes off and get in my bed Belinda I frowned. I had sent that last one just this morning. She was not responding to the direct approach. It was time I tried a new tactic. I was going to woo her.
I pecked out a new text, certain that this one would do the trick.
Let me take you out tonight B, I want to talk.
Almost immediately I was rewarded by a soft ping. Heads swiveled and I turned my phone onto silent. But I was fucking psyched. Finally, she had written back.
I told you not to call me.
I grinned and pecked out a response. It wasn't the exact answer I wanted (Yes! Take me now!), but at least she was writing back. I could almost see her rolling her eyes as she read it.
I didn't call you. I'm texting.
Silence.
My phone vibrated.
What do you want Kyle?
I didn't have to think about what to say. I didn't even hesitate. I just wrote back three little letters.