Starburst (9 page)

“I
have to pee, in the shower?” she asked Trevas, looking at the toilet and sink
to the left of the shower. The only hint that it was the shower was the silver
showerhead sticking out of the wall and the slightly slanted floor with a drain
in the corner.

“Yup,
I guess you could say that. What do you want to eat?”

“I
don’t care,” she answered, with more of an attitude then she meant to expose.

“You
stop that. I didn’t ask you if you cared. I ask you what you wanted.”

Alley
came to meet him in the small kitchen. “I didn’t mean it that way. I’m serious.
I don’t care what you make because everything you make is always delicious.”

Trevas
took out a cutting board and a sirloin steak and started cutting into strips
and Alley watched.

“I
want to help you,” she suggested.

“Okay,”
he said handing her a knife. “You can peel the potatoes if you promise not to
cut yourself.”

Alley
took the knife, and he slid her four potatoes, and she picked one up and eyed
it strangely. “I don’t know what to do now,” she laughed.

Trevas
took the knife and the potato from her. “I will cook. You can get your shower
if you want.”

“That
is probably a better idea,” she agreed and went to the shower with her towel
and clothes in hand.

Trevas
knew right away that it was a bad idea when she pulled the string, and her shadow
was revealed. He couldn’t keep his eyes off the beautiful silhouette behind the
white curtain as he watched her undress.

“Trevas,
something is happening,” she called.

“Something
like what Alley,” he asked amused.

“I
don’t know. The water won’t turn on.”

Trevas
opened the curtain and his eyes automatically scanned her naked body from the
chest down.

“That
is not what is happening,” she teased in a soft tone bringing him out of his
trance. He shook his head like that would really help and turned the knob.

“It
has to be right on this line,” he explained, “and then you can adjust the
temperature.”

“You
can go now,” she had to say when he stood there staring at her.

Trevas
continued to watch her shadow through the curtain, and thought he might explode
when she put her head back and revealed her perfect small breast. He chopped
the vegetables quickly, got his creation in the oven and went to the front
porch with a beer.

Alley
came out and joined him shortly after in her normal short shorts and a red
tank-top that of course showed her midsection and her bare shoulders. She sat
on the top step beside him and scooted close to him, and he raised his arm for
her. “Couldn’t handle the show?” she asked with an amused grin.

“You’re
evil. Why is it that when your dad was home you wore clothes, but you can’t
seem to manage that when It’s just us?” he asked and kissed her wet hair.

“Don’t
ask rhetorical questions,” she replied.

“Why
is that a rhetorical question?”

Alley
started humming the tune to jeopardy, waiting for him to come up with the right
answer.

“Because
you know it drives me crazy?” he asked, and she gave him a wicked sexy look
with a wink, letting him know that he got it right. She took his bottle of beer
from him and took a drink and handed it back.

“You
really are kind of evil,” he said still looking down at her.

“But
evil in a good way right?” she asked.

“I
don’t think good, and evil are allowed to work together.”

“We
work good together,” she responded, and knew that she shouldn’t have as soon as
she said it.

“Alley,
stop it. We said we weren’t doing this,” he demanded. “I’m going to take a
shower,” he added and got up and disappeared into the house.

“No…
you
said we weren’t doing this,” she said after he was gone.

Alley
went in and got something from her army green back pack and came back to the
top step.

Trevas
came back with another beer and saw her holding the little ivory bowl in her
hand and then she blew out the smoke.

“What
the hell are you doing? Give me that,” he demanded, holding out his hand and
she moved it so that he couldn’t grab it.

“Trevas
stop…” she demanded. “It’s weed, not heroin, chill out,” she added, and held
the little pipe to her mouth again and lit it, not caring that he was there.

“Where
did you get that?” he wanted to know.

“It’s
around,” she answered, trying to hold in the smoke and then handed it to him.

He
looked at it briefly shaking his head and then took it and reached for the
lighter. He coughed hard, and was unable to hold the smoke in at all, and she
laughed. He tried again and handed it back to her, and she hit it in the palm
of her hand to empty the ash. She took out the baggy and packed it again and
handed it back to him. She took one more hit and then gave it to him. He hit it
again, and when he tried to hand it back she waved her hand, still trying to hold
in the smoke and then blew it up into the air.

“Uh-uh,
I’m stoned,” she admitted, and he shook his head at her.

Trevas
laughed harder than he thought that he ever had in his life, when a big neon
green bug landed on her leg, and she jumped up screaming like she was being
murdered. He wasn’t sure if it was really that funny or if the weed had a hand
in on it.

“That’s
it take me back to civilization,” she said, laughing with him.

Trevas
walked into turn their food down to warm after an hour because they both had
decided that they weren’t ready to eat yet. He brought another beer out, and
she sat on the step in front of him, between his legs.

“It’s
really dark in Utah,” Alley told him, looking up to the starry sky.

“It’s
dark in LA too. You just can’t see it from all of the lights and smog.”

Alley
looked back at him with a serious look. “I was just commenting on the stars. I
think I know why.”

Trevas
laughed. “Of course you know why,” he teased and she took his beer again.

They
talked and laughed for a long time, and Trevas was sure a lot of it had to do
with being stoned, but at that given moment he didn’t care and was having the
time of his life with her.

“Let’s
eat before I perish and have to call my dad and tell him that you’re not
feeding me,” she told him and took his hand and pulled him inside with her.

“You
are going to perish and then call him?”

“You’re
going to perish if you don’t stop being a wiseass,” Alley threatened, and he
laughed.

Trevas
fixed them both a plate, and they took it to the couch.

“Hmm,
this is delicious,” she told him as she often did with his cooking. He browned
sirloin steak in olive oil and Italian dressing and then baked it in the oven
with potatoes, onions, peppers and mushrooms in a homemade sauce that he had
thrown together.

“I
think it needs more Worcestershire sauce,” he replied.

“Yeah
totally,” she told him, with her ‘whatever’ look.

“You
have no clue, what that is do you?”

“Nope,”
she admitted. “You would get along great with my mom. She is always making some
kind of fancy dish and watching stupid cooking shows.”

“Really?
Your mom likes to cook?” he asked surprised, thinking that she was like
Fletcher and had her meals prepared for her.

“No,
I was joking,” she replied sarcastically.

“That’s
it wiseass, you’re eating peanut butter for the next two weeks.”

“I
like peanut butter.”

Trevas
took her empty plate and cleaned up their plates, and she took her laptop and
turned down the covers on the bed.

“Are
these sheets clean?” she wanted to know before she crawled into them.

“Yes,
they are clean. My mom was just over here last weekend and cleaned and changed
the sheets,” he assured her.

She
slid out of her shorts and climbed into the bed and turned her laptop on. “You
don’t have to always clean up after me,” she told him while she waited for her
laptop to power on.

“Yeah
sure, I think that Alley is used to being spoiled and not doing anything for
herself.”

“Yeah,
she kind of is,” she replied smiling at him.

Alley
messed around on her computer for a little bit and then moved it to the stand.
She got up and went to the bathroom and brushed her teeth and then Trevas went
in to do the same.

When
he returned she was standing leaned up against the back of the couch, facing
the bed and he stopped. She stared at him from the short distance between them,
and he stared back looking at how beautiful she was standing there in the
skimpy tank-top, and even skimpier white lace panties.

“Come
here,” she whispered and he couldn’t have been stopped if he would have had a
gun to his head.

“You
are so beautiful Alley,” he said taking her in his arms. He ran his hand down
her bare arm and to her wrist and slowly kissed her. She wrapped her arms
around his neck, and he pulled her up to the back of the couch, and she wrapped
her legs around his waist. He held her there and kissed her for a long time,
she pulled away enough to remover her shirt. He looked down at her and ran is hand
from her hair, down her shoulder and to her chest, staring absorbedly the whole
time. He continued to kiss her while his hands continued to enjoy her breast
and then he picked her up and turned, walking the two steps to the bed and
slowly bent to place her carefully on the bed. She scooted back, and he
followed not letting her out of his arms.

“Take
your shirt off,” she told him, wanting to feel him on her and he obliged.

Trevas
continued to kiss her, lose control and gain it back all at the same time. Alley
was having a hard time controlling her own emotions as her breathing and heart
picked up. She felt a yearning in the pit of her stomach. Alley moved her hands
to the button on his jeans, and he looked down at her hands and then back at
her face. She knew the look, and she was right. He put his hand over hers to
stop her, and she knew she was losing him.

“Trevas
don’t!” she demanded with a look of warning.

She
moved back to him and took his mouth again, forcing her tongue into his mouth
and briefly his tongue entwined with hers and then he rolled off of her and
onto his back with a deep sigh.

Alley
closed her eyes and sighed her own deep breath.

“What
the fuck Trevas?” she asked angrily.

“Alley,”
he said softly and she was off the bed pulling her shirt back on.

“Fuck
you Trevas. What the fuck do you want?”

“Come
here,” he tried, propped up on one elbow, but she didn’t want any part of it.

“Fuck
you,” she replied again, and pulled the curtain to the bathroom and opened the tiny
cabinet and took out a sheet.

“What
are you doing?” he wanted to know.

“Making
a bed on the couch, so that you don’t have to worry about touching me,” she
answered irate.

“Alley,
come here,” he petitioned again and of course she didn’t listen, she spread the
sheet out on the couch, stuffing it in the cushions and then grabbed the
colorful afghan folded at the end of the bed while she glared at him. She lay
on the couch, unable to see him now because the back of the couch created a
barrier.

“I’m
begging you to come back to bed with me Alley,” he pleaded.

“Do
you like hearing me say, fuck you, or something? Why would you want me in bed
with you?”

“Because
I want you in my arms.”

“Yeah,
well I want you in side of me, I guess we don’t always get what we want, do
we?”

“Will
you stop being so obstinate and come here.”

Alley
sat up to look at him. “Do you have a problem Trevas?” she asked with narrowed
eyes.

“What
do you mean a problem?”

“I
mean does your dick, not work or something?”

Trevas
had to snicker a little. “It works just fine. That’s not the problem.”

“Then
what is? I don’t get you.”

“I
don’t know Alley. This is just really hard for me.”

“How
old were you the first time you had sex?”

“That
has nothing to do with anything.”

“How
old Trevas?”

“My
seventeenth birthday,” he answered her question reluctantly.

“Hmm,”
she made the noise and lay back down.

Trevas
tried to talk to her, but she wouldn’t answer and was done talking. He got up
and stood over the back of the couch, and she looked up to him. He took her
hand and made her come back to bed with him. They didn’t talk anymore, and she
snuggled up to his front with her back and fell asleep in his arms.

Trevas
woke early and opened the front door letting the morning sunshine originate
through the door. He propped the wooden door open with the black cast iron bull
statue, leaned up against the wall and quietly opened and closed the screen
door. It was a beautiful June morning, and he breathed deeply, the fresh
country air.

He
quietly stepped back in to make coffee and was going to take it down to the
dock. He looked over at sleeping Alley while he waited for it to run through.
She had thrown the covers off and was lying on her stomach. She had her left
leg pulled up, and her bottom with the skimpy white panties was all that his
eyes would focus on. He shook his head and looked at her sleeping face, her
long dark hair was lying to the back, and one arm was hidden under her body,
and the other rested under her cheek. His heart ached from the impression that she
had made on him in such a short time and he wondered why.

He
was just getting ready to pour a cup of coffee when he heard someone on the
wooden porch. He quickly moved around to see his mother with a bag of
groceries.

She
came in also being quiet when she saw Alley sleeping. “I thought you guys could
use some food,” she whispered, looking to Alley.