The Boy Who Knew Me When (From Boys to men Trilogy) (4 page)

“How’s the book?” I jumped at the sound of Brea’s voice.

“Hot, almost a little too hot. It kind of makes me wish I had a Jonathan in my life.”

Brea laughed “Yeah, I think I changed batteries in Big John at least ten times during that entire series of books.”

  Brea grabbed her sweater from the back of the couch and shrugged it on.

“I swear girl, $15.99 on Amazon, the best money you will ever spend!” I rolled my eyes.

  Brea spent more time in her room with her dildo than she did with real men. About once a week she would sneak in Cole, a big husky Lacrosse player with more grunt than brains but when I questioned the relationship Brea always said “His dick makes up for when his brains fail him.” and she left it at that.

 
I guess it was true because every time he came over I would end up spending the night elsewhere, it sounded like the two of them were going to bust through my adjoining bedroom wall at any second. Every time I heard the screams, grunting and pounding of what I can only imagine were body parts I was left wishing I had spent that $15.99 on Amazon.

“I’m heading over to Coles, I left my diamond-back leggings over at his place and I want to wear them tonight.” Yeah right, leggings my ass.

“Leggings? You expect me to believe you are running clear across town to pick up a pair of pants from your over endowed brainless boyfriend?” I asked.

“HA HA, as a matter of fact I do. He isn’t even home, he left them with Greg. But just so you know, I rather enjoy the fact he is brainless, that leaves him to focus on making sure his 10 inch cock fills me up and wears me out me out good.” 

 
I put my finger to my open mouth pointing to my throat making the gesture that I am gagging.

“Oh please, trust me; you would want it if you had it. I orgasmed three times in 15 minutes last night. I’m convinced every ounce of his brains went into making his dick and I am one happy girl when I get to partake of it. If you had any sense you would find one of your own. I hear you at night, I know you need a little bit of boom chika just like the rest of us and don‘t pretend it isn‘t true.” 

  Shocked I put my hands to my mouth. What does she mean she hears me? Sure I masturbate, I am a perfectly normal when it comes to needing sexual attention but I try my best to be
discreet
about it.

“Please tell me Cole hasn’t ever heard me?” Brea bites her bottom lip and does not make a sound. “OH MY GAWD, he has? How embarrassing!” 

Brea laughs at me and shrugs her shoulders. “See yah later chica, be ready in an hour K? Angela says Omega parties are off the charts and the guys are absolutely edible. Maybe you’ll get lucky.” Brea winks at me and disappears out the front door closing it behind her.   

 
Once I get over the initial shock of learning her boyfriend has heard me pleasuring myself I decide to start getting ready for this evenings event. I shower then put on my thigh length black leather fitted skirt, a low cut brown ribbed t-shirt that accentuates my breasts, a pair of calf length biker boots and pull my long hair back into a smooth low pony tail. Finishing the look off with mascara and some ruby red gloss I glance at myself in the mirror and I have to admit to myself that I actually look good.

 
It took me years to come to terms with the fact that I was attractive and while I still have moments where I think I could break glass with my face I am finally in a place where I am comfortable with my body. Not necessarily who I am on the inside but with my body and that is certainly a long way from where I was before. It helps that I often feel like I have to fight the guys at these college parties off with a stick, even if I do turn down every one of them.

 
After shoveling down chicken burritos from Chipotle we managed to make it to the party which was already in full swing. The frat house was a little bit off the beaten path just outside of campus. And old white, stereotypical two story southern home with a double wraparound porch and every inch of the two porches were filled with people guzzling down drinks in red plastic cups. By the time we made it inside the three of us had been groped and howled at by half the male population at The University of Texas.

 
Things were no better off on the inside of the house which was so cramped with people that by the time we made it to the keg in the kitchen I was a half second from having a panic attack. Needless to say, I do not do well with crowds.

“You need a drink, chica?” Angela exclaimed handing me one of the familiar red cups. I took it from her hands and chugged it, paying no attention to the cheers coming from the group of guys handling the keg and serving the drinks. All I needed to get through the night was a slight buzz to take the edge off and I was working my way there as quickly as possible.

  One of the guys manning the keg refilled my beer two seconds before I was yanked away by a pair of unfamiliar hands that sent half of the golden liquid flying into the air.

“Dance with me, gorgeous!” He exclaimed.

  I flipped around to find myself being dragged into the living room where everyone was bumping and grinding to Lady Gaga’s “Do What You Want.” I tried to pull away from him in protest but he would not let go of my arm. Just as I was opening my mouth to scream for him to get the fuck off of me, a large masculine body stepped in front of the insistent frat boy. “Let her go Raz, the lady obviously has no intentions of dancing with you tonight.”

 
There was no threat or warning in the deep voice cascading out of the mouth of the most beautiful man I have ever laid my eyes on. He simply stated a fact and with that statement my arm fell to my side and Raz let go.

“Sorry Ford, she was just too damn sexy not to have a turn with.” Raz turned to me and winked.

“Next time you ask a lady to dance, you don’t just grab her. Show some respect or you’re out on your ass, you hear me? Now apologize to the lady, Raz.”

Raz, looked to the floor and in a panicked voice he quickly uttered “Yes, Sir” and turned to me.

“Sorry for not showing you respect ma’am. Would you like to dance?”

 
Raz did a complete about-face, going from an over-enthused eighteen year old to a southern gentleman in a matter of a second. But I was still a little shaken up about being ripped away from my friends and a bit flustered at the sight of the tall hunk of man that I could not take my eyes off of. 

“No thank you Raz, maybe later?” Raz smiled from ear to ear mouthing

“It‘s a date!” then he ran off disappearing into the mess of bodies on the dance floor leaving me alone with Ford.

“Sorry about that, new pledge and as it seems a total lightweight.
Sometimes the newbies get a little over excited when they see a beautiful girl.” His lips turn up into a smile so genuine and unbelievably hot that I find myself with a warm tingling between my legs.

 
Beautiful, he thinks I am beautiful. A feeling of excitement bubbles up in the pit of my stomach and I sense my mouth turn up in return making me feel like a child who just had her first taste of candy. 

“I’m Ford.” he says, extending his hand out for me to take, only I hesitate still lost in his perfect
ion.

 
Ford towers over me, with messy dark hair, tanned skin, dressed in a skin tight black t-shirt, equally tight jeans and a pair of old rugged brown cowboy boots. His clothing is simple and understated while showing off every detail of his panty dropping physique. Ford is clearly a man who knows the effect he has on women. I find myself gawking at him, moving from his perfectly auburn colored eyes to lips that I can only imagine could destroy a woman with the slightest caress.

“And you are?” he says clearing his throat.

  I manage to pull myself together enough to realize that he must think I am a total whack job.

“Oh sorry, I  ...um, zoned out for a second. I do that sometimes.”

  I somehow muster up the courage to take his hand.

“Jemma, Jemma Hale, my friends call me Jem.” 

At the mention of my name his face turns cold and he carefully asks “Hale? Where are you from Jemma?”

I pause for a moment dumbfounded by his change in demeanor “Montgomery, Texas, just outside of Houston. But I have been living with my aunt in Taylor since I was eleven. My friend Brea and I just moved here.”

  He let out a uninterested “huh” and the next thing I know he is scowling and staring at me in such a way that makes the hairs on my neck stand on end. After a brief look he turns around and walks away without a single word, leaving me completely lost and confused.

“Who the heck was that cowboy? You need to go get some of him before someone else snags him up and I mean now girl.” Brea steps into my view and tries to push me towards Ford who was making the disappearing act right before my eyes. What is his problem?

  I shrug my shoulder, “His name is Ford. I thought he might be interested, but the second I told him my name he just blew me off and left. It was weird!”

 
Brea took my hand “His loss then hot stuff, let’s dance, there are plenty of pickings here tonight. I am determined to get you laid before the night is over. If not I’ll do you myself and trust me when I say that I will be the best you will ever have.” 

 
I slapped my forehead and just shook my head back and forth; even I could be shocked by some of the stuff that came out of Brea’s mouth on occasion. I knew she was joking, Brea loved dick almost as much as she love chocolate, the statement was just her crude way of getting her point across.

“You are fucking nuts Brea, I love you but you are nuts.”

She laughed “Girl I am a lot of things, but nuts is not one of them, being willing to go down on the hottest bitch in this house is genius. If I ever do decide to play for the other team my friend, your pussy will be the first pussy I chow down on. That‘s a promise!”

OH MY GAWD!

  I asked Brea if she was already drunk and she admitted that she may have had a few shots with Greg at Coles before we left for dinner. I could feel how blood red my face must be at her ridiculous admission of bullshit and I suddenly needed to excuse myself. Chugging what was left of my beer I headed off in search of the ladies room to splash my face with cold water.

 
After finding the downstairs bathroom had a line into the next room I headed upstairs only to find the same thing, so I decided to just wait. Shortly after I took my place in line I felt a breath whisper into my neck.

“I have a private bathroom in my suite if you want to use it.” 

I turned around to find myself face to face with a crouching Ford.

“You do huh?” Ford nodded his head at me.

  Who did this man think he was? He blows me off and then offers me his private bathroom. Nothing about him made any sense, nothing about the fact that I said “Okay” made much sense either. A part of me wanted to slap him silly for igniting the heat between my legs with his uninvited closeness and tell him to fuck off but my body would not allow me to say what my mouth and head wanted.

 
Mindlessly, I took the hand he extended out to me and let him lead the way to a set of double doors at the end of the hall. He unlocked one with a key that he fished out of his front pocket and walked me inside not once letting go of the hand that strangely seemed to mold itself with his as if they were made to fit together. A not-so-obvious fact that did not go unnoticed by either one of us.

“I’m sorry about earlier” he said. “Something you said caught me off guard and I needed a moment. The restroom is through that door, maybe we can talk when you are done?”

  I nodded at his request and followed his long finger in the direction of the bathroom feeling a sense of familiar longing as he released me. When I came out I found him sitting on the side of his bed fiddling with a photo frame. Staring at the photo inside his face turned sad, he seemed so lost that I wanted to wrap my arms around him and tell him that whatever was bothering him would be OK.

 
I moved to his side and sat down beside him. As I did he put the frame down face first on the bed beside him and turned to me. His eyes pierced mine in a way that felt like he was trying to convey information without actually speaking.

Without thinking I lifted my hand to his face.

“What’s wrong, do I make you that miserable? Do you hate me that much already?”

His mouth whispered the word “What?” as he moved his head from side to side.

“No, I don’t hate you Jemma, I don’t hate you at all.”

 
He grabbed my hand from his face and thoughtfully moved it into his lap, lacing his fingers with mine.

“Then what is it
? Because I have to tell you that you are sending out some serious mixed signals and it is confusing as hell.”

Ford let out a deep breath. “I honestly don’t know where to begin so I will just say it. When I saw you downstairs with Raz I thought that you looked so damned familiar but when you told me your name I realized it was because you were familiar. I really am sorry that I walked away like I did. It is just that when I understood the connection everything came rushing back so fast that it damn near knocked me off my feet. I had to take a step back.” he paused and I shook my head not really understanding where he was going with this.