Authors: Anne Leigh
He t
ook a beat before answering,
"Yeah, he is."
"Can you tell him I've
been trying to reach him?"
"Hold a sec." He put me on mute. Silence g
reeted me on the other line.
"Zander said he knows you've been trying
to reach him."
Why wasn't he answering my calls?
"Thanks, I'll try calling him agai
n."
Xavier said, "Not a problem, beautiful. If he doesn’t want you, ca
ll me." He was such a flirt.
I called Zander for the third time. He finally picked up
, "Sup?" his voice was cold.
"Hi babe. Did I do anything wrong last night?" Why did he sound
distant?
"Nope."
"Why are you acting like this? I called and called but you didn’t pick up. I thought you were out but now Xavier’
s telling me you’re there."
"No reason."
Of course there was a reason. He
was not this cold, distant.
"Thanks fo
r picking us up last night."
"Al
right, is that it?" he said.
"Babe, come on, what's wrong
?" Something was really off.
He breathed into the phone. Thirty seconds went by before he unloaded on me, "What's wrong? You tell me, Sedona. You're not happy with me, you tell me. Just don't go behind my back sending text messages to your ex-boyfriend and not tell me." His voice was furious.
Crap.
Brennan had been sending me text messages, I never replied back. Zander must have seen them or something.
I said softly, careful not to rile him up any further, "He texted me, babe. I didn't text him back. He sti
ll has my number, you know."
He didn't say anything.
"You should know I'd never do that kind of thing.
I'm yours, babe. All yours."
He sounded upset still; but, he aske
d, "Does he text you often?"
"It's kind of erratic. Sometimes he does, sometimes no. I've told him we've been over for w
hile but he still texts me."
In a hushed voice, he ask
ed, "Are you happy with me?"
For a guy wh
o had the world at his feet - the looks, the talent, the wealth - he still had his own insecurities, I guessed.
"Babe, of course I'm happy. You're the best boyfriend. You make me extremely ha
ppy. Are you happy with me?"
He inhaled and exhaled, "You make so goddamned happy, Sedona. I don't want to lose you to anyone or to anything,” a sigh escaped him, “I'm sorry for earlier. I was acting a bit jealous. But, if Brennan keeps messing with you
, he's going to pay for it."
"He can text me all he wants, babe. If I answer, there's nothing to it. But I don't even answer,” I explained and hopefully, he softened, “Now, can I come over? I want to show
you how happy you make me."
His voice was gruff, "Yeah, come over."
*****
Zander, as a lover, was exceptional. We spent many, many nights
and days exploring each other's bodies that Nalee and Tanya started investing in some earplugs.
One night, Zander
made love to me in the bathtub at his place and the water overflowed. We had to call the plumber afterwards. Holy mackerel. That was some steamy, hot sex.
Another time, we were
driving to the mall, when Zander's hands started wandering inside my skirt. He fingered me all the way to the mall. We didn't even get to the mall because I begged him to turn around and finish me off in his apartment.
With Za
nder, I lost my inhibitions. All it took was one look from either him or me and we'd end up in the bedroom or somewhere private.
One of my favorites was when Zander
visited me in the library.
I was s
tudying for a Chemistry quiz in the 4
th
floor when he had texted me.
Zander: Where u at?
Me: Here, laboring in the library.
Zander: Usual table?
Me: Yup.
Zander: K, be there in 15.
When he showed up, he smelled so clean and fresh, coming from a shower after football practice. He was wearing a dark blue shirt which made his eyes brighter blue. He was freshly shaved and it was just a day after my period. We hadn
't had sex for about a week.
He sat in front of my desk and started studying too. One thing about Zander was that he respected my time. If I was studying, he didn’t disturb me. When I was at the gym doing laps
at the pool, he waited patiently in the bleachers. When I was on my period or if I felt crappy, he didn’t push me.
Having him near me sent me into a tailspin at all times, I didn’t know I had this much sex drive until he came along. He was concentrating on a book when my foot started working its way up to his pants. He looked up at me, his eyes turning fiery green. I’ve discovered that when he was feeling strong emotions like anger, desire, or need, his eyes turn closer to green. When he was calm, his eyes were a shade closer to blue. I felt his rising erection with m
y foot. I decided to tease.
"Babe, did you wash your hands be
fore coming here?" I asked.
"Yeah, why?" He had no
idea on what I had in mind.
"Nothing, I j
ust want to hold your hand."
I held his hand for maybe 5 minutes while my foot was slowly caressing the
growing bulge in his pants.
His left hand was highlighting a few paragraphs on the book that he was reading. Studious Zander was extremely sexy. I singled out his right pointer finger and s
tarted slowly sucking on it.
He abruptly looked up from his boo
k and moaned softly, "Babe."
"Wha
t?" I innocently asked.
We were in the corner of the library where no one usually sat and in the middle of the day, majority of students had classes, so we were almost alone, except for maybe 5 other students who either had iPods on or
their eyes were glued to their computers. I scanned the room before I did this.
I kept sucking on his finger discreetly and then I put another finger into my mouth. I was licking and biting a little bit. All the while, I was caressing his pants with my foot. The
legs of the mahogany desk were covered by wood. No one could see what I was doing under the table.
I continued
doing this for about 2 minutes. Finally, he asked, "Babe, can we go?"
I ignored him. I did, however, write on a piece of paper and
slid it on top of his book.
See what I’m doing to ur fingers? I think I need something bigger to suck on.
He removed my foot
from his leg, put my books in my backpack, and grabbed my hand.
He was in such a hurry that he almost bumped into one or two people on our
way out of the library.
We walked to the parking lot and he still didn't say anything. I knew how badly he wanted me because his hands s
hook on the steering wheel.
He didn't even hold my hand.
The five-mile drive to his place felt like forever. O
nce we got there, he opened the car door, grabbed me, and almost lifted me out of my seat.
We walked up to his place and by th
is time, I was dripping wet.
I was so turned on that the slightest
touch would make me go off.
Zander locked his room and removed his clothes. I saw the proof of his arousal, standing proud and upright.
Without waiting for me to take my clothes off; he picked me up, pulled my shorts off, pulled my panty to the side and pushed inside of me, against the wall.
"Ahhh, baby, fuck!
" he was almost screaming.
He kept pounding on me.
The wall was hard on my back but all I felt was the pleasure he was giving me.
"Harde
r, harder!" I screamed back.
"Baby, you are so fucking hot you make me burn!" he continued his rocking motion
inside of me.
Then
all of a sudden, he stopped. I knew he didn't come yet. He wanted to slow down.
I
bent down on my knees, wiped some of the fluid that escaped him with my tongue, and put him inside my mouth.
He g
rabbed a fistful of my hair and I heard slurping sounds as he pushed in and out of my mouth.
"Ahhh!" he was moaning loudly.
I continued sucking on him until he couldn't take it anymore. Then he
lifted me up on his arms, placed my hands behind his neck, wrapped my legs around his waist, and started pumping in and out of me.
I must have had my relea
se 4 or 5 times already before he screamed, “I'm coming!"
I felt the hot spurt of his semen inside me.
He
lowered me to the bed and stayed on top of me, with his elbows supporting his weight, for a long time. He kissed the top of my head; his voice, rasped, "Babe, you're the hottest girlfriend in the whole world."
I smiled
against his cheek and said, "Give me 10 minutes and I'll make you say that I'm the hottest girlfriend in the universe."
“When you make someone happy, you ultimately find yourself happier.”
Sedona
Kieran, Tanya, John, Zander, and I were hanging out at Roseville's Bar and Grille after classes, when Kieran asked me, "Ace, you going to be at the meet?"
"This Wednesday, right?" I clarified.
"Yeah, competition starts at 7." Kiera
n’s head bobbed with a nod.
"Yup, Tanya and I ar
e going," I assured Kieran.
“Hold on,” Zander interrupted, “You watch Kieran compete?" His eyes flaring back and forth between Kieran and I.
I said, "Sometimes, if it's a local s
wim meet and I've no exams."
Kieran added, "Yeah, when she knows I'm going to smoke the other competitors. Otherwise, she's too ne
rvous so she doesn't watch."
Zander didn't say anything. His mood was noticeably off for the rest of the evenin
g.
"What's up?" I asked him later that night, while I was washing
the dishes in my apartment.
"Nothing," he said, his head propped against his hand as he le
aned on the kitchen counter.
"Come on, there must be something. You're quieter than usual," I prodded. He showed his moodiness, only with me. Everyone thought he was alway
s level-headed and relaxed.
"You watch K
ieran compete," he muttered.
"I've watched him compete so many times and he always wins, so that’s nothing new." I really didn’t see the point
of what he was telling me.
I brushed it off again because I got busy with cleaning the rest of the apartment. It wasn't until later in bed, in the dark, when he said, "You never go to my games."
"Oh." I realized that we've been together for almost 7 months and he was right, I never went to his games. I went to his practices som
etimes but not actual games.