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On Wednesday, he
sent me another text, asking me if I wanted to go to a barbeque at
his parents' house the following night. There was no wishy-washy 'be
my girlfriend' message attached to it, and I sighed in relief,
thinking that somehow, maybe by the grace of God, I had managed to
dodge a bullet. Perhaps he had just felt a moment of need when he
initially sent me that text and could hold on a bit longer while I
truly made up my mind. I hoped so. Either way, I decided not to avoid
him this time. My fingers worked quickly to text back an acceptance
to his invitation, to which he replied that he'd pick me up at six
o'clock.

The next day, I
tried to look my best for Chase, putting on a modest purple dress
with an embroidered design and tortoise-shell buttons. He showed up
at the door with a bouquet of daisies in hand, and his face lit up
when he saw me.

“
You
look amazing,” he said, handing the flowers over.

I welcomed him
inside while I went to put them in a vase. Unfortunately, vases were
in short supply in my father's bachelor pad, so I ended up sticking
them in a pitcher instead. Chase gave it a funny look, but said
nothing.

When I returned to
him, I flung my arms around his shoulders, giving him a gentle kiss
on the lips. His hands caressed my waist.

“
You
ready to go?” he asked.

“
Not
quite yet. I was hoping we could . . . play first.”

“
Play?”
He arched an eyebrow. “I told my parents we'd be there by
seven.”

“
They
don't live an hour away,” I reminded him.

“
No,
but I don't want to be late.”

“
Then
I guess we better hurry.”

My hands slipped
down, working to unfasten the button on his slacks. It amused me how
he was dressed in his Sunday's finest just to visit his parents. He
looked absolutely adorable in a blue polo and a pair of gray slacks.
Adorable, and yummy.

“
Can't
this wait until afterward?” he asked.

“
No.
It can't. I need you.”

My hand was already
inside the fly of his pants, working to pull out his flaccid cock. It
twitched at my touch, and when I looked back up into his eyes, I knew
I had won him over. I grinned wickedly, squeezing his length and
giving it a gentle tug.

“
You're
insatiable,” he groaned, grabbing me by the wrist and leading
me back to my bedroom.

I giggled like a
school girl, taking short fast steps, so I wouldn't trip in my heels.
By the time we reached my room, we were ravenous, ripping at each
other's clothing. In two heartbeats, we were both naked, our bodies
pressed against each other, his rigid cock in my hand.

“
We've
got to make this quick,” he said, as if that fact hadn't
already been established.

“
Stick
it in me then, stud.” I tossed myself back onto the bed,
spreading my legs.

He gave me a queer
look, though it didn't stop him from climbing over me. “You're
the most wanton girl I've ever met. I seriously never would have
thought you'd turn out like this.”

For some reason,
that caused a twinge of pain in my chest. He made it sound like I had
turned into a nymphet. Or worse, a slut. If he knew about Damien,
he'd definitely think I was a slut. Was I a slut? Was that what I was
becoming?

I scowled internally
until his fingers nudged through my labia. Then everything melted
away into pleasure. His fingers spread my lips while his thumb
traveled up to rub against my red hot button, turning my body's
sensitive core on. I groaned, gyrating my hips, using him as a
stationary tool to grind on.

It wasn't long
before he took his hand away, leaning over me to press his tool
inside. The way he slammed into me was urgent, and though there was
pleasure on his face, I couldn't help but feel he was just trying to
get the job done. His meat stick slipped in too easily, barely
causing a shiver of pleasure when it filled me to the hilt. Perhaps I
was too wet. Or maybe I had just been fucked too much recently.
Whatever the case, I found myself feeling a bit disconnected and
having to work a harder to bring my body to its full lustful bliss.

I reached a hand up
to tweak one of my nipples, enjoying the tiny sensations that ran
down my stomach to my clit. It still wasn't enough though. My body
needed more stimulation, so I grabbed one of his hands and guided it
down between my legs.

Chase took the hint,
massaging his fingers over my hot bud while he bucked his hips into
me.
That's it,
I thought.
Now it's happening.

His thrusts were
fast and urgent, as if he was trying to get off as quickly as
possible. I moaned as his fingers vibrated against me at sonic speed,
driving me over the edge. There were no breaks. Just fast. Hard.

My body quickly
approached the point of no return, my tunnel squeezing around him as
the contractions began. I panted in ecstasy, grabbing his hand and
pressing his fingers hard against my clit to feel the orgasm roll
through me. Beads of sweat dripped from Chase's brow, dotting my
skin, and I knew he wouldn't be able to keep up much longer.

With a low groan, he
pulled out and shot a stream of milky love juice onto my stomach. His
face was red and blotchy, as if he had been holding his breath the
entire time. I looked up at him, watching his expression. There was
relief there, and love. For as frustrated with me as he had been for
me practically forcing him to have sex, I could tell he wasn't upset.
Heck, he seemed pretty happy, grinning and leaning forward to kiss
me. I pulled him down to me, worshiping his lips with mine. And when
he finally broke away from the kiss, he whispered, “I love
you.”

Every sexual light
in my body darkened with those words, and I felt utterly and totally
trapped. Was I supposed to say it back? He expected me to say it, but
I wasn't certain if I really did love him or not. Sure, I loved him
as a friend, but he hadn't meant it in that way. And if I said it
back, he would not take it in that way.

“
We
should shower,” was all I could think of to respond, quickly
pushing past him to grab my dress from the floor and head into the
bathroom.

“
If
I joined you, we could save time,” he called to me, but at that
point, the door was already closed, and I wasn't going to open it.

I needed time away
from him, time to think. But I also knew I couldn't take too long. At
this rate, we were definitely going to be late.

Dammit, Chey, you
handled that horribly.

I let the water run
over me, though I honestly didn't do much bathing. My mind was
running ninety to nothing, trying to figure out how I was going to
face him again. If I could have crawled out of the bathroom window
and run away, I probably would have. But it was too high up, and too
small.

As long as he
doesn't say it again or ask you, you'll be fine. And if he does ask
you, just be honest. Tell him you don't know. It will hurt, but it's
better to be honest than lie.

I finished up my
halfhearted shower and quickly got dressed, towel drying my hair as I
exited the bathroom and trying to act normal. Chase was sitting on my
bed, looking a bit annoyed at me for taking so long.

“
We
need to get going,” he said.

I tossed the towel
across my computer chair and followed him out the door. As soon as we
got into his car, I turned on the radio, wanting to avoid
conversation at all costs. It worked pretty well, keeping him silent
until we got there, though I figured his silence was more because he
was thinking or upset than because of the music. I was too scared to
ask which one it was.

When we got to his
parents' house, they greeted me with more fervor than I had saved up
for them. To be honest, I felt completely awkward, my mind still
stuck on the possibility of that uncomfortable sentence coming up
again. Thankfully, both of his sisters were home, and they were able
to drag my mind away from it, reminiscing about high school and
getting me caught up on what was going on in their lives. I had never
been particularly close to either one of them, but they had hung out
with us from time to time, so it was good to see them again.

Things were going
pretty smoothly until we sat down to eat. That's when the big bomb
went off.

Chase's mother was
asking me about my studies when his father broke in to ask how long
we had been dating. I felt my cheeks go warm, though I didn't know
why. Technically, we
had
been dating. Isn't that what it's
called when two people get together to regularly have sex these days?

“
I'm
glad you two are finally a couple,” Mrs. Vogel said. “I
didn't think it would ever happen.”

“
Me
neither,” I laughed uncomfortably.

“
So,
how are you enjoying being Butthead's girlfriend?” Mary, one of
Chase's sisters, asked.

The word girlfriend
set off alarms in my head, swirling around with their red lights,
making me dizzy. Is that what he had told them, that we were
boyfriend and girlfriend now? I had never consented to that title.

My mouth felt
suddenly dry, and I didn't know how to respond. Chase reached a hand
over to grab mine and give it a gentle squeeze. He smiled at me, but
the returned gesture was completely forced.

“
It's
okay,” was all I could come up with, and it sounded about as
enthusiastic as I meant it.

His father coughed,
seeming to catch on to my discontent, but the rest of the table
remained oblivious, which was exactly how I preferred it.

For the rest of the
meal, I stayed silent, staring at my plate of barbeque and barely
touching a morsel. I felt absolutely sick to my stomach. Was I in a
relationship now? Had I somehow managed to fall in this trap without
even seeing it?

It's not a trap,
Chey. This is what you wanted, remember—is what you want. If
it's what I want though, then why does it feel so odd.

Chase was a good
guy. I should be happy things had progressed to this level. It was
the normal way the relationship should have progressed. And maybe I
would have been fine with it . . . if not for Damien Reed. I knew
good and well that I could never have him, that chasing him was a
waste of time, but I felt like I couldn't live without him. He was my
perfect drug, and I was always waiting for my next fix—would
continue to wait for it until my supply ran out. There was no way I
would ever be able to commit to Chase until I got him out of my
system.

As soon as we said
our goodbyes to his family and crawled into the car, I turned on the
radio again, trying to avoid conversation. Chase almost immediately
turned it back off though.

“
So,
did you have a good time?” he asked, sounding so cheerful that
it made my heart hurt.

“
Yes.
It was nice to see your family again. I haven't seen your sisters in
so long,” I replied.

“
What's
wrong? You sound upset.” He gave me a look of concern.

A hard ball of
nerves formed in my throat, threatening to choke me. I didn't want to
talk about it, but I knew it was unavoidable. If I said I was okay,
it would be a lie. Besides, Chase knew me too well to believe it.

I hesitated, unsure
of how to word what I wanted to say. “Your sister thinks I'm
your girlfriend.”

“
You
are my girlfriend.”

“
When
did we come to this decision?”

Chase sighed, his
happiness quickly draining away. “I figured you understood what
that text message meant. I wanted to bring you to the barbeque as
acknowledgment that we were a couple.”

“
Oh,
I didn't know that.” My voice sounded incredibly small and
filled with remorse. “I thought you were just inviting me over
to be nice.”

“
No.
That wasn't the case.”

We drove in silence
all the way back to my father's house. I wanted to turn on the radio
again, but I was too scared to move—too afraid to make Chase
angry. He was already upset, there was no question about that. It
felt like any wrong move could springboard an argument that I didn't
want to get into.