The Beginning of Us (155 page)

“It’s so good to see you again, Spencer,” Becca said as she greeted me with a warm hug that I thought was strange but also nice. It had been almost a week since Vegas when I had seen them last. 

We made our way to get beer, hot dogs, nachos and the famous 
Gilroy Garlic Fries
 that they served at the park. After grabbing our food, we headed over to our seats that were on the third base line in the lower box. To my surprise, Becca made her way down the row first, followed by me, Brandon and then Jason. 

“We can chat when the game gets boring,” Becca said as she noticed my face. “I see Jason every day!” 

We ate our food and drank our beer while watching batting practice for the 
San Diego Padres
. Over the course of the night, Becca and I got to know each other better and I could really see her becoming a friend. I learned that she was a photographer and had an upcoming show at a local gallery in a few weeks, which she invited me and Ryan to attend.

Before the game, they held a little ceremony during which Buster Posey was presented with the 
Willie Mac Award
. Some of the previous winners were in attendance as well as Willie Mac himself.

During the game, Brandon continually rested his hand on my knee. At first, it gave me butterflies, but after a while my pulse rate returned to normal. Most fans were dressed in their orange Giants jerseys or shirts. Luckily, I remembered that Fridays were Orange Friday for the Giants and had worn my Giants shirt in that color.

The game was very exciting. Crawford, Posey and Scutaro all hit RBIs and the Panda hit a two-run homer in the bottom of the sixth. We sang the traditional seventh inning stretch song in the middle of the seventh, and in the middle of the eighth, the whole stadium sang Journey’s song 
Lights
.

I was having an amazing time. The Giants won seven to one and I was getting to see another side of Brandon as I watched him react to each play. He and Jason yelled at the top of their lungs and gestured wildly several times through the night. When Panda hit his two-run homer in the bottom of the sixth, they turned to each other and whooped before bumping chests and roaring. Becca and I exchanged glances at that, rolling our eyes and laughing. Boys! After the game, Brandon and I walked back to his two-story condo that overlooked China Basin. 

While he grabbed us beer from the fridge, I took a look around his condo. The downstairs had an open floor plan with floor-to-ceiling windows and dark hardwood floors. As I continued from the living room into the kitchen, there were cherry wood cabinets with black granite countertops and stainless steel appliances. 

He had dark brown leather couches surrounding a cherry wood coffee table that sat on a beige rug, matching end tables and a huge flat screen TV mounted over the fireplace. It reminded me of a bachelor pad minus the 
Ikea
 brand furniture. 

Next to the breakfast bar, which was between the kitchen and living room hung a black and white picture of The Golden Gate Bridge on a foggy day. “That’s one of Becca’s,” Brandon said when he noticed me looking at it.

“Wow, it is beautiful!”

“She invited you to her show on the twenty-eighth, right?”  I nodded. “Care to be my date for the night?” 

“Sure, sounds like fun. Oh and Becca said that Ryan should come as well. Mind if she tags along?” Given Ryan’s new single status, I knew another night out would be good for her. 

“No, of course not.” Within seconds, Brandon was right in front of me. He grabbed my beer and set it on the counter, cupping the right side of my face as he slid his fingers through my hair and kissed me. His tongue extended further into my mouth as he deepened the kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck to steady myself as my knees began to weaken.

 “I’ve wanted to do that all night!” he said as he broke free from our kiss. He took my hand and led me to his couch. “I’m not ready for you to go home, yet—want to watch a movie?” 

“Sure,” I agreed, while I sat down on the couch.

Brandon turned on the TV while he sat down next to me. “Do you like action, comedy, horror…?”

“Action or comedy is fine.” He chose 
Mission Impossible: Ghost Protocol
. I had already seen the movie but really didn’t care. I wasn’t ready to go home either and I didn't plan on watching the movie anyway. I quickly grabbed my phone to text Ryan:

Me: 
Going to watch a movie at Brandon’s, might not be home. Don’t wait up! :)

As the movie started, I nuzzled myself into Brandon’s left side. He placed his left arm around my shoulders while getting comfortable. Not long after the movie started, he leaned over and lifted my chin to give me another kiss. I sat up and faced him allowing him to kiss me better. He slowly leaned me back on the couch while running kisses along my neck. His left knee was wedged between my legs and his other leg stood balancing on the floor.

Caressing my back with one hand, he lifted the hem of my shirt enough to reach under and caress my left breast. A moan escaped my mouth as he returned to kiss my lips, then broke away to nuzzle a trail of kisses down my neck and back up to my ear. My toes curled in delight as his teeth and tongue did dangerous things to my earlobe. I slid my hands down his back feeling his muscular shoulders and back.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw an incoming call light up on Brandon’s phone as it lay on a nearby coffee table. I didn’t want to stop and he didn’t seem to notice. I started to tug on his shirt to pull it over his head. Electricity was running through my body as he lifted my shirt higher, released my left breast from the cup of my bra and began sucking on my already hard nipple. 

He pulled my shirt over my head and then stripped his off as well, tossing one after the other on the floor. My breasts became heavy; my clit throbbed, wanting attention while my legs slid apart allowing him to lower his hips against mine. He turned his attention to my right breast, teasing my nipple with his tongue. “Put your legs around my waist,” Brandon said as he flicked my nipple once more with his tongue. 

Confused, I did as I was told as he scooped me up with one hand behind my back and began to stand. My arms wrapped around his neck and I continued to kiss him. He began walking up the stairs with me wrapped around his hips. 

When we reached the top of the stairs, he continued walking into a room that I assumed was his bedroom. He laid me down on the foot of the bed, running his fingers down my belly and began to unbutton my jeans. 

At his urging, I lifted my hips off the bed, allowing my jeans to be tugged off my legs. He hooked his fingers inside my panties, taking them as well. I was left only in my bra. While gazing at my openness Brandon licked his lips, triggering a growing tightness deep in my belly.

Kneeling, he spread my legs wider and began to kiss slowly down my right inner thigh, letting his lips slide across the sensitive skin of one leg and then switching to the other. Finally, he moved up, hovered above the apex of my thighs and just breathed above me. I was dying from the anticipation and groaned as I arched my hips up, desperate to feel his mouth on me. I felt bumps rise rapidly on my skin and I gasped loudly, which quickly turned into a deep and satisfied moan as his tongue sought out the lips of my pussy.  This was what I had been waiting for all my life–this was the way it was supposed to feel. 

I spread my legs wider and arched my hips higher, urging him to lick deeper. Using two fingers, he gently spread my lips and licked the sides of my pussy and the nub of my clit. Pleasure pulsed through me as my body heat rose. He slid one long finger into me while he continued to suck and lick as if he couldn’t get enough. Panting, I let out another moan when he slid another finger into me. My pussy clenched tightly around him as I closed my eyes, enjoying his skilled fingers and tongue.

My hands ran through his hair as he continued licking while sliding his fingers in and out of me. I could feel the tension building; I was on the brink of climaxing and feeling as if I would combust at any second. Brandon started rubbing my clit with his thumb as he continued using his fingers. I found my release as I let out a cry, my body sending vibrations through me as I climaxed around his fingers.

Pulling away, Brandon stripped off his pants and boxers at the same time. I removed my bra and tossed it on the floor. God he was gorgeous in all his glory: broad shoulders, chiseled chest, six-pack abs that were attached to a sexy v-cut that led all the way down to his impressive cock.

He crawled on top of me to lead me back further on the bed. Leaning over, he kissed my lips and slowly slid his tongue into my mouth. I could taste myself on him and warmth ran through me, straight to my sweet spot.

His right arm wrapped around my back as I arched into his chest, flesh on flesh. He slowly caressed his hand down my back, squeezing my ass into his hand. I could feel his erection throbbing against my bare thigh.

I moved my hands to cup his face and lightly bit his lower lip. “Biting me again, Spence?” Brandon said while he leaned up and reached over to the drawer of the nightstand to pull out a condom. Ripping the package with his teeth, he removed the condom and rolled it expertly onto his shaft.

He adjusted my legs to spread them farther apart. I could smell my arousal as his erection touched the entrance of my pussy that was dripping with the need for him to be thrusting inside me. He moved slowly at first, drawing out each stroke, almost pulling out of me completely, but then pushing deeply back into me. Finally, he began to thrust faster, his cock growing even stiffer as he pumped harder and harder, over and over. Running my fingers through his soft hair, I returned my lips to his. My tongue explored his mouth again, tasting the remainder of my juices.

His thrusts increased with speed again and another moan escaped my mouth. He kissed me hard as his teeth tugged at my lower lip. I could feel my orgasm building as he dug his hips deep into me. My body started to quiver as his breath increased. Continuing to thrust harder and harder, he came right after my body found its release for the second time.

“Shower with me?” Brandon said as he kissed me once more.

CHAPTER SEVEN

If someone would have told me a week ago that I would be waking up to kisses on my neck from Brandon this morning, I would have thought they were crazy. After our um…“shower” last night, he gave me one of his t-shirts to wear and asked me if I wanted to stay the night. I was living in a dream and waking up like this was one of the best feelings in the world.

“Mornin’ beautiful,” Brandon said when he saw I was waking up.

“Morning,” I replied and turned over to kiss him on the lips and snuggle closer into him.

“What would you like to do today?”

“You”, I wanted to say, but I chickened out.  “I don’t care; I’m up for anything as long as I can run home and get clean clothes.” I was scared that at any moment I would wake up from this dream and be on my couch in my pajamas with a bowl of melted mint chocolate chip ice cream on the coffee table.

“Okay, get dressed while I go downstairs and make us breakfast. Then we will swing by your place.” He kissed me once more, and then left to go downstairs. I stayed in bed for a little while longer remembering the night before and pinching myself to make sure this was really happening.

The dark cherry hardwood floors from the first floor continued to the second. His bed sat in the middle of the bedroom with a low wall behind the headboard. Behind the wall were floor-to-ceiling windows along the whole room and glass doors that led to a balcony overlooking the China Basin. 

His bed sat on a chocolate brown wood platform that was low to the ground. The mattress didn’t cover the whole platform, allowing a step on each side of the mattress and the foot of the bed. His sheets were white and brown striped with matching pillows and the comforter was solid milk chocolate brown with a large square pattern embroidered on it. He had the traditional nightstands and dressers that matched the bedroom set. 

A cream rug sat under the bed separating the browns from each other.  The masculine room décor was completed with a large flat screen TV that hung over a fireplace on the far wall. Clearly, no woman had ever lived here.

After reminiscing, I got up and got dressed making my way downstairs. The smell of bacon filled my nostrils and I heard Brandon talking when I reached the top of the stairs. I stopped walking, not wanting to interrupt his conversation. 

“I told you to stop calling me; this isn’t a good time…No, I don’t care–I can’t talk to you right now. I’m not doing this anymore with you.…I told you I was done…No, just stop calling me please…it’s over and I have nothing more to say to you.” Then I heard the phone drop on the counter.

I waited a few more seconds before I finished walking down the stairs. When I got to the bottom, I headed to the kitchen where I found Brandon making scrambled eggs, with bacon cooking in the oven.

“Yum, it smells so good in here,” I said as I walked over to where my shirt was lying on the floor. After putting it back on, I walked to where Brandon was cooking and wrapped my arms around his waist from behind while placing my head on his back and hugged him. He didn’t know I heard his phone conversation, so he didn’t mention anything about the call to me. I figured it was his ex-Christy calling and I knew how hard break-ups are, so I didn’t mention it either.