Richard was slowly but surely blowing her mind.
Stacey couldn’t understand why he was holding back, but it was making her stir crazy with want.
For almost a month, he’d been the perfect gentleman. She was reminded of why she’d cried her heart out for several months and a few times during the following years, after he’d coldly broken their friendship.
Nobody she’d dated there after had ever compared to the emotions her innocent, teenage friendship with Richard had evoked.
The freedom she’d had with him after their first awkward moments had been unparalleled. Stacey had been able to talk about any and everything with him, she’d been able to tease him freely and joke about all sorts of stuff without holding back.
She had assumed that was the norm in male/female relationships but she’d been sorely mistaken. Her first boyfriend, the one that had taken her virginity at a few days to her twentieth birthday hadn’t been able to take a little teasing from her and had shocked Stacey with his anger.
The relationship had lasted only that month because Stacey was decisive in character; she hadn’t seen the relationship going anywhere, so she’d severed it to her boyfriend’s utter shock and dismay.
If the guy couldn’t take a little ribbing once in a while, then the relationship would be so boring she would want to scratch her own eyes out at some point.
Then she’d met her second boyfriend, he was nice, but too nice. Stacey felt he was hiding something and to test him, she had decided she didn’t want to have sex yet.
She had been busy gathering materials for her next book at the time and when she’d taken a break, she’d decided to visit him and depending on her mood, she might succumb to the uninspiring activity. Her experience with her first boyfriend had made her wonder why there was so much ado about sex. No doubt, she enjoyed kissing, but the moment her cloths went off, she just went cold all over; she would lie there cataloguing her writing mentally, while she waited for him to finish.
When she’d visited her second boyfriend though, feeling a bit warmer than usual towards the guy, she’d arrived his house to find him entertaining another female in his room.
The situation had been funny. Stacey had walked into the unlocked sitting room, meeting one his friends watching a movie and probably enjoying the unrestrained sounds coming from the bedroom.
She’d smiled at his friend’s guilty and scared look and joined him in watching the movie. When her boyfriend finally came out looking satisfied, she’d been so intrigued by the movie that she’d not noticed him right away.
“Stacey,” he had stammered and seemed at a loss for words.
She’d turned swiftly and smiled at him, “Hey, I didn’t know you were err…through,” she’d coughed at this point and giggled at the expression on his face. If there was anything Wana had taught her, it was confidence when it came to facing men…it generally left them worried and wondering.
“I didn’t know you were coming,” he said again, wiping sweat from his brow, and looking extremely uncomfortable; his friend’s eyes never left the TV, he could have been a statue for all the movement he didn’t make.
“Of course, you didn’t,” Stacey had laughed out right, “If you knew, you’d not have been doing…err…” she waved her hand at the general direction of his room and chuckled.
“That means nothing, Stacey, it was just a means to relieve tension,” he had hurriedly explained and it had made her laugh more.
“Please. Ike, don’t let it bother you,” she’d said casually. “It wouldn’t have worked out between us anyway,” she’d added derisively.
His pride had been wounded and it’d showed on his face. He was the kind of guy that believed he could get any girl to submit to his sexual prowess if given time; and Stacey was taking away that time.
“This was a mistake, Stacey, it won’t happen again,” he’d said determinedly.
Like she was supposed to believe him? “Yes, I know, me catching you red handed won’t happen again,” she’d smiled, feeling giddy inside because she wasn’t feeling any hurt. She’d been glad that she’d decided on the no sex rule; apparently she would have just ended up being another notch on his sexual belt.
“It was a mistake,” he’d whispered fiercely, his eyes swiveling momentarily to check the door of his room, probably worrying about the other girl joining the drama.
“A mistake, Ike, like she tripped on the cupboard in your kitchen and tumbled onto your bed; and surprisingly both of you were conveniently naked, so it just happened?”
Ike’s friend who hadn’t moved at all during this conversation suddenly laughed. The guy had to cover his mouth and give the glowering Ike an apologetic look, while Stacey grinned impishly.
“Seriously, man, it’s not you, it’s me,” Stacey had said sincerely, causing Ike’s friend to double over and cover his face on the seat’s throw pillow while laughing so hard, his body shook.
“It just wouldn’t have worked; you don’t do it for me,” she’d said while choking on her own laugh.
“But we had a connection…why are you saying this? I kissed you, remember, it was good,” he’d explained, his voice not bothering to be cautious any longer.
Stacey had wondered if his girl hadn’t heard him, maybe the ongoing movie sounds had padded their conversation.
“Yes, I recall that, I was half asleep and just needed you to get going, I’m sorry. You just don’t do anything for me,” she’d pouted, then suddenly brightened, “But you could do something though…for me,” she’d added.
And she’d grinned inwardly when he’d perked up hopefully, “Could I borrow this movie? I’d really love to watch it from the beginning,” at this point his friend rushed out of the house, his breath choking alarmingly on his mirth.
“Stacey…stop being funny,” he’d groaned and came to seat beside her and that’s where she’d drawn the line.
“Hey! Stay back, I don’t know where you’ve been,” her chubby fingers wiggling to encompass his whole sweaty body.
“Please, Stacey…we are good together…”
“No, we aren’t, haven’t you been listening? You don’t do anything for me sexually,” she’d reiterated.
“Why do you keep saying that? We’ve not even done anything. I can change your mind…”
“Yes, you could change my mind entirely about the idea of sex. I keep saying that because there’s no chemistry between us, Ike. You don’t make me nervous and happy at the sight of you. Your voice doesn’t make me quiver all over; it doesn’t make me want to break my good girl rules and go crazy…it doesn’t make my heart thump painfully,” at this point, Ike had become speechless because tears had rolled down her cheeks during her speech.
It wasn’t because Ike had cheated but because she had recalled a teenage boy who had caused all those reactions in her without being sexual. He had caused those reactions by just being friendly and caring and having her back no matter what; but he had broken that connection…that was why she’d cried.
And now, she was here with him again, those reactions more intense because there weren’t any restrictions. They both were consenting adults madly attracted to each other; an attraction that had been brewing since their teenage years.
“You spaced out on me for a minute,” Richard murmured into her ears and her breath picked up into a pant.
Well, he had spaced out on her almost a whole month, she thought snidely, while enjoying the warm feel of his hand as he caressed her arm. Richard was unrestrained in how he expressed his care in public, they were like an old married couple…or new one, depending how one looked at it; but he left everyone that saw them with the impression that she was his world.
“What are you doing?” she whispered, refusing to look at him, so she would not lose focus on the conversation as she had a couple of times already.
“If you don’t want me to touch you, I won’t,” he said and instantly withdrew his hand but Stacey urgently grabbed it, her heart hammering in fear at the loss of his touch.
She didn’t want to feel this way with him again, and yet, she wanted to feel this way. She might not trust him implicitly not to break them up again, but one thing was sure, contrary to her disinterest in sex with the other guys, she was dying to get Richard naked, the intensity was embarrassing.
“That’s…that’s not what I mean,” she choked out and then graced him with a glowering look, “…and you know it!”
“There she is,” his smiling eyes bore into hers, “You were refusing to look at me a minute ago,” he said, lifting his hand to smooth back tendrils of her hair that had escaped her Alice band style scarf. “Did I ever tell you that I love your round glasses? It makes your eyes look bigger…almost cartoonish,” he grinned when she rolled her eyes in exasperation.
“Everyday…but you always try to dodge my question about where this is going. Are we back to being just best friends?” she asked, her eyes expressing trepidation at the notion.
“Have you kissed yourself lately?” Richard reacted with mock incredulity.
A bark of laughter busted out of Stacey before she could control it and it garnered attention from people on several other tables close to theirs. He had taken her to the popular open air bar, aptly called Play Ground.
It wasn’t their first time there but they’d just enjoyed the entire anonymity of the set up and had returned. It was a large field with tables and chairs scattered everywhere, a stage that sometimes had a live band, like tonight.
Then there were the different stalls that sold basically drinks, especially alcohol and different chewy delicacies that went with the drinks. Richard had decided that they would try out every stall on that mighty field, until they’d patronized all of them.
Tonight, they were on their fourth stall and still had about fifteen or so to go.
Stacey laughed so hard and her head easily fell on Richard’s shoulder in her mirth and his long arm encompassed her, drawing her in and chuckling along with her.
“Shush, Stacey, people are staring at us,” he warned in a voice full with laughter.
She giggled more, her nose relishing the intoxicating scent of him; of his musky man scent and perfume. Her mouth watered and she so wanted to bury her face on his naked body and taste every inch of him, she whimpered with the need, her hand grasping and squeezing his t-shirt tightly.
“Stacey,” he warned. He had heard her needy whimper and the sound had gone directly to his groin, but it wasn’t yet time for that…she wasn’t ready.
“You promised to show me what you’d not shown anyone else,” she murmured, her nose shifting slowly to his neck, her hot breath brushing his ear and making him harder than was appropriate in public.
“I did,” he croaked, his eyes shutting as he tried to calm his desires. “And I will…not just yet,” he said and decidedly pulled her warm body away, his hands shaking with the effort, since he’d rather do the opposite.
“Why?” she asked plaintively, her eyes perfectly fitting the pout of her succulent lips; Richard was hard pressed not to kiss her breathless at that moment, she was driving him crazy and she looked…
Richard leaned close and stared directly into her eyes and she giggled. He was shocked that she could swiftly change from a plaintive pout to giggling, his brow furrowed suspiciously as he reached for and grabbed her glass and drank from it.
“Stacey…shit,” he groaned, she was drunk. “You were supposed to mix the beer with your soft drink…like I was doing for you,” he held her erect but she flopped dopily towards him and sighed when her head landed on his shoulder.
“The mixture was boring,” she yawned and giggled.
“What am I going to tell your dad?” he worried, he didn’t want to take her home drunk.
“Let me sleep for a minute,” she murmured and got comfortable on his shoulder.
“Oh no, no, no, Stacey…don’t sleep, baby…hey,” he shook her roughly and she opened her eyes and stared at him drowsily.
“I’ll be fine after a minute of sleep, Richie,” she told him with a frown.
Richard groaned frustratingly, the dark ambience of the field that had been cool minutes ago was not anymore because it became difficult to get the attention of the servers. Luckily though, one came around and he immediately paid their bill while carrying on an almost one sided conversation with Stacey, just to keep her from falling deeply into drunken sleep.
She was so adorable as they staggered out of Play Ground and found a tricycle which would take them on a hire. Richard had an idea, he asked the man to ride them to the farthest address he could think of.
When they’d agreed on the price, they got in and he shifted Stacey flush against him to make her comfortable and she moaned in her throat and Richard was privy to how she would sound when he…
Shaking his head, he refused to think of that, his trouser was already tight enough in the groin area, there was no need fuelling it. He held her and she slept while the tricycle rider rode.
When he’d finally given the right address and got Stacey home, she looked okay; she had been right after all, she’d needed to sleep a little. And the thought made him realize that she would have only known that from experience, she’d apparently had spent such a time with another guy before him.
His throat constricted in the fiercest jealousy he’d ever experienced. He was making it a point from now on to make her forget every other guy she might have met out there. Stacey was his and he would make her realize he was hers as well…even if it took him his whole life to prove it.
DUCT SEASON 4 continues
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