Authors: Genevieve Jourdin
He was on
top of me in an instant kissing me with a passion he had obviously been holding
back yesterday.
“Justine.”
He whispered it into my mouth. I felt good. No, good is too tame, I felt great.
My skin felt electric.
My hands
went sliding under his shirt, making contact with the smooth skin of his
stomach. I felt his muscles tense under my fingertips. That wasn’t all I felt.
I could feel the hard bulge of his peen pressing into my thigh. I did a happy
dance in my head. Yay for me! I moved my legs to press against it and he
groaned. I could feel it all down my body.
“Please
Carter, please.” I didn’t like to beg, but desperate times and all that.
He pulled his head back
and opened his eyes. “Take your shirt off.”
Yes.
Now we were getting somewhere. I moved out from under him slightly while I
pulled the tunic off, sorry that I had a bra on. He popped open the clasp with
his beautiful long fingers and cupped my left breast all the while pushing us
back down onto the mattress. Before I could take another breath, he had his
mouth attached to my right breast, causing a tingle all the way down to my
toes.
I laid
there like a slug, just moaning and squirming, waiting for him to really get
down to business when two things happened at once. Lucy started barking
ferociously and the doorbell chimed. No, Nooooo! I wanted to put my hands over
Carter’s ears, but it was too late. He stopped what he was doing, what I was secretly
starting to believe he was born to do, and sat up quickly. I continued to lie
there, prostrate, in a stupor of yearning.
He paused,
and I assumed he was waiting to see if whoever was at the door decided to
leave. No such luck. The evil troll at the front door decided to mash on the
bell again and Carter jumped up.
“Don’t
answer it,” I hissed from my prone position.
“I have to. It might be
something important.”
This
wasn’t
important?
He grabbed my tunic from
the floor where I had thrown it only a minute before, in that wonderful time
when I was on the fast track to satisfaction. I took it, but not without
glaring at Carter first. He just gave me a look like Ralphie from
A Christmas Story
that said “But the
bell rang,” and turned toward the door. The doorbell chimed again and my
frustration got the better of me.
“Hold on.
We’re busy right now.” I screamed this at the top of my lungs and pulled my top
on. Carter disappeared to the living room.
Lucy had
stopped barking and had barreled into the bedroom and retrieved her stuffed
duck. Must be someone she knows at the door. She always has to show off her
toys to her friends. Friend or not, I would not be appeased. Whoever it was
just spoiled what was gearing up to be quite the afternoon.
“What took
you so long?” I could hear Cheryl’s voice twinkling down the hallway and I was
torn. Twenty minutes ago I was about to call her, I was looking forward to
seeing her. Now, not so much.
I couldn’t
hear Carter’s reply. I’m sure he wasn’t telling her the holdup, though. It just
didn’t seem like something he would do. I made my way out to the living room. I
had to be sociable since she was my best friend. Carter smoothed down my hair
and gave me a strange look.
Cheryl was
just looking between the two of us with raised eyebrows. I looked down at
myself. My shirt was on inside out. I wanted to fix it, but I decided to brazen
it out. I didn’t know what to say and I guess the two of them didn’t either. We
stood there in awkward silence for about fifteen seconds before Carter stepped
into the void.
“Cheryl,
did you need something?”
“Not
really. I just came to visit with Justine for a while.” She walked over to the
couch and plopped herself down. Lucy jumped up and joined her. It didn’t look
like she was leaving any time soon. Crap. My desire was slowly seeping away. I
let go of Carter’s arm and joined Cheryl on the couch.
“I
remembered some things today,” I told her while I made myself comfortable and
put my feet on the coffee table.
“Ooh, like
what?” She was like a schoolgirl, giddy and anxious.
“Well,
first thing this morning, I remembered Carter loves bacon and mushroom omelets.
Then, at the farmer’s market, I remembered telling him I loved him for the
first time.”
“Oh, I
love your bacon and mushroom omelets,” she said wistfully.
Obviously, my news came in a distant second.
She finally clued in. “Oh, Justine that’s awesome. See, everything is going to
come back, just like they said.” She leaned forward and pulled me into a hug.
“And it’s only been two days!”
“I know. I’m
finally starting to believe everything is going to be okay.”
Carter sat
down on the loveseat looking disgruntled. Good, now he knows how I was feeling
just a little while ago. I wished Cheryl would leave so that we could continue
our previous activities out here. It wouldn’t be the first time.
I thought
back to when Cheryl had walked in on us inflagranti delicto. Her screams were
only drowned out by Carter’s. I laughed. As embarrassing as it was, it was also
hilarious. Wait. I just remembered that. Holy Frack! I remembered! My
adrenaline was pumping. Things were flying back to me so fast. This was the
third thing today. No, the fourth. I jumped up. They both looked up at me in
surprise.
“I just remembered. I
remembered you walking in on us, Cheryl!” I was so excited I could hardly keep
myself from jumping up and down. I went over to the loveseat and grabbed
Carter’s arm. “I remembered.” He looked up at me with a mixture of happiness
and mortification. He started blushing but I just grinned back. Then, slowly,
the embarrassment started to creep into my thoughts. I hardly remembered
anything, but I remembered being caught having sex with my best friend’s
younger brother.
Before
we had gone
public. I recalled that much. Now I was blushing, too. I felt like we had just
been caught again. I let go of Carter’s arm and sat back down on the couch. I
wished the floor would swallow me up.
Carter
looked angry. “Cheryl, I don’t mean to be rude, but could you please leave. I
think Justine and I need to talk.”
Chapter Thirteen
He
was
angry.
What did I do?
I jumped up. “Cheryl, you
don’t have to leave.”
Cheryl
glanced from me to Carter, this time I followed her gaze and saw Carter giving
her a very pointed look.
“Uh, Juss, I need to be
getting home, anyway. You call me. Anytime.” She left as quickly as she’d come,
but Carter and I were in a completely different situation than when she arrived.
We stood there like two combatants, but I didn’t know what we were going to
fight about.
“I am not
going to go through all that again. It was hard enough the first time.”
I had no
idea what he was talking about. What did we go through? I looked at him and
waited for him to elaborate. When he didn’t I had to ask.
“Carter, I
don’t know what you are talking about. What have we gone through that was hard?
I have amnesia, remember?”
He took a
breath before answering me. “What just happened. You being embarrassed about
me. I am not going to go through that again. I know you don’t realize how it
hurts me, but it does, Justine. I don’t want to be some dirty secret to you. I
won’t be.”
I looked at him in
horror. I didn’t think of him as a dirty secret. True, I was embarrassed just
now in front of Cheryl, but that was mainly from the memory itself, not
Carter’s part in it. Okay, it was partly because of him. What did he expect? He
is my best friend’s brother. And he
is
four
years younger than me. It wasn’t as big a deal as when he was a teenager, but
I’ve still got that picture in my head. I couldn’t help it. Plus, over the
years I had gotten really close with both of his parents, and that just added
on a layer of self-consciousness around them. Call me crazy, but I felt closer
to them than my own mother, and it was a tough thing to be “the girlfriend” to
their son instead of just me.
I shook my head. “It’s
not like that. I promise. I was just thinking about her walking in on us. It
was
embarrassing, Carter. You know that.
I remember enough to know that. It wasn’t any better for you.”
He just looked at me. I
could see a little of his anger was draining. “So you’re not embarrassed to be
seen with me? It’s not
weird
?” Ugh.
He was asking me something that, if I answered truthfully, he wasn’t going to
like. My only other option was to lie. I chose to tell him the truth. I had
enough things going on with everything else right now; I didn’t need to add
another layer on top.
“Maybe
just a little bit, but it’s not you, it’s me.” I could see he was trying to
butt in, so I held my hands up. “Try to see things from my point of view,
please.”
He leaned
back on the cushion. “I’ve already done that. We have had this conversation
before. Do you want me to give you a rehash of what happened?” He raised his
eyebrows to me.
“What do
you mean?”
“I mean look around, I
live here. With you. You are my girlfriend. You got over it.” Hmm. He might
have a point there, but it was still new to
this
me.
I
hadn’t gotten over anything.
“I can’t
help how I feel, Carter. It’s not fair of you to make me feel bad about it.
This is still new to me.” Carter closed his eyes and took a deep breath before
he looked at me again.
“I know.
I’m sorry.” I waited for him to continue but he didn’t.
“I’m
remembering things, please be patient. I don’t want to mess something up
because I don’t know what may or may not have happened between us.”
He got up
and walked over to me. “You’re right. It’s a sore subject with me.” He paused
and gave me a saucy grin. “So, what exactly did you remember just now?”
I could
feel the blush blooming. I didn’t want to tell him, and when he started
laughing I knew he didn’t need me to tell him anything. “How can you laugh? It
was very humiliating.”
“Hey, you
were laughing when you remembered. It’s only fair I can laugh now. Anyway,
you’re right. It’s funny in retrospect, but at the time it was horrible. But
the look on Cheryl’s face was priceless.” We chuckled as we thought about that
moment and I felt the warm fuzzies in my stomach. We did have a shared history,
even if I couldn’t fully remember it at the moment.
He was still standing
directly in front of me and I thought about what we had been doing before
Cheryl showed up. I looked down at my inside out shirt. Oh my god. I couldn’t
remember feeling like this before. I think I might have become some kind of
sex-crazed hussy. I think I like it. I had never been the kind of person who
spent a lot of time thinking about sex, or seeking it out for that matter, but
being around Carter was turning me into that kind of girl. I didn’t have a
problem with it at all. Hell, I’d made a career out of it.
“So, what
do you want to do for the rest of the day?” Carter’s voice interrupted my
musings. I wanted to say “have sex,” but I didn’t think that’s what he had in
mind.
“I don’t
know. I picked the market earlier, why don’t you choose?” I hoped he wouldn’t
choose something outside because I didn’t really want to leave the house. I
felt comfortable here.
“Do you
want to play a game?” My mind went straight to strip poker.
“What do
you have in mind?” Strip poker, strip poker.
“Monopoly?”
Strip Monopoly?
“What?”
Shit, did
I just say that out loud? I tried to play it off. “Huh?”
He looked
at me with a raised brow. “Did you just say strip Monopoly?”
I wracked
my brain for any words that sounded like strip that I could pass off. Rip,
grip, lip, snip. Nothing. They all sounded stupid. I had to fess up.
“Maybe.”
“Well, I
was just thinking about playing it the regular way, but if you feel the need to
be more comfortable…” He left off without finishing.
I shook my
head; my tunic was working well for me today, except that it was still inside out.
Maybe a tee shirt was in order.
“Actually,
I think I will go put something else on. You get out the game.” I went to my
bedroom closet and looked through it. I grabbed a tee shirt at random and
ripped off my tunic. My bra was still hanging on my shoulders but gaping open
in the front, so I pulled it off and threw it on the bed before I pulled on the
tee. It was a little big but it felt good so I left it on and went back into
the living room. Carter had the board out and was divvying up the money when I
walked in.
“You want
Leia, right? I’ll be Obi-Wan Kenobi.” He looked up while holding up the piece.
My eyes shot down to the board. Freaking Star Wars Monopoly, of course. I
wasn’t even surprised.
“Sure.” I
actually sucked at Monopoly, always had, but maybe Princess Leia would lead me
to victory.