Nineteen

Stepping into the water upstairs, I laughed thinking about how the two of us were both completely naked and wet but separated by two floors and parental units. God, I wanted him so bad. It was killing me. It was bad enough wanting to hump him all week like a horny poodle, but now that he had the accident, I wanted to just feel him and know he was real.

I looked up at the shower head and sighed, wishing I was home. I was fond of my shower head at home. There, if I took the edge off, I wouldn’t be a total perv. But here, in this Brady Bunch house, I needed to just grin and bear it.

I got dressed, tossing on a pair of jeans and a sweater, and pulled my hair out of its bun, giving it a good shake. I put on very light makeup and my new favorite bracelet, then sat on the edge of the bed and called Kristen.

“Merry Christmas! I was hoping to talk to you yesterday.”

“Merry Christmas,” I said. “Sorry I didn’t call. You’re not going to believe what has happened over the past forty-eight hours.” I told her—everything. From the girlfriend from the black lagoon showing up to Erik’s car accident. I got teary again as I described those moments when we didn’t know if he was okay.

“Shit! Brit, how scary! But, he’s okay right?”

“Yeah. I think so. He’s bruised, but it’s not that bad. His hand is in a wrist brace, but it could have been so much worse. You should have seen the accident scene. I never saw blood like that! I mean yeah, it was a deer, but the deer wasn’t there at the scene, it had been moved already. How was I supposed to know?”

“And you thought it was his. Fuck. You must have been freaking out.”

“I was in shock. I expected the worst, and when he was just standing there in the ER, it was like he was an apparition or something.”

“I couldn’t even imagine if that had been David what I would have done. I probably would have locked him in a room for a month and never left his side.”

“Yeah, well, it’s really hard to be alone when his whole family was here. It was Christmas day, after all.”

“True. But, it’s his birthday today. Do you guys have plans?”

“Not really, I mean I don’t know how he feels. I would do anything to be alone with him.”

“Mhhhmmm… I’m sure you have a naked present planned for him.”

I laughed. “I was actually thinking about giving him something… but I sort of don’t know how to go about it.”

“I don’t think any gift could top the night you sang at A Draught of Poison. The boy was practically floating. Cupid used his hardcore cross bow that night.”

“Well… I was thinking of something more… intimate.”

“Like a sexy outfit?”

“Uh, no.” Crap. She was going to make me say it. I needed to say it. How could I do it if I didn’t say it? “Like… a blow job,” I whispered.

Silence.

“You still there?”

“I’m here. I’m just processing this. Brit… you never gave him a BJ before?”

“I’ve never given anyone a BJ before.”

“Oh geez. Did he ever go down on you?”

My face turned hot, and my stomach did a flip as I recalled the fuck meister orgasm he gave me in the back of his car. “Yeah.”

“Well, you gotta reciprocate girl. Especially if he was nice and generous with his time seeing that you were… satisfied and all.”

“That’s the thing, he was like freaking amazing at it. Not that I had anything to compare it to, but I see how I could become addicted to it.”

“Damn. Good for you.”

“Kris, I’m serious. I don’t want to suck at this.”

“This is the one time you need to suck, honey.”

“Not funny.”

“It was pretty funny. Okay, relax it’s not that hard. Most of it is a mouth wrist combo technique.”

“I’m already intimidated.”

“Crap, it’s hard to explain over the phone. Wanna FaceTime?”

“No! I don’t want to FaceTime. What are you going to do, use a banana? Just give me a few pointers.”

“All right. Half of it is smoke and mirrors. All you have to do is…”

Kristen went on about lips, tongues, finger grip, and speed while I tried my best to mentally jot everything down. I wanted to do this for Erik, but if I was going to do it, I was determined to blow his mind… as I blew something else.

“Think you got it?”

“Yeah.”

“Just think about how you almost lost him, and this is your way of showing him how happy you are that he’s not dead.”

“Well thank you for that motivational speech.” She laughed, and I sucked up a little more courage. “Can I ask you something personal?”

“I think we’re passed that stage, but go on.”

“Do you like doing it?”

“Before I met David, I wasn’t a fan.”

“And after?”

“Let’s just say, he never has to ask. I happily volunteer my services.”

“Thanks for the sex talk.”

“Anytime.”

“You’re quite good at it. You should do this for a living.”

“Let’s not push it. Good Luck.”

“Bye.”

When I got off the phone with Kris, I actually felt better about my little idea. The only problem was. When to do it? And where? I couldn’t even pull Erik out to the car for a midnight rendezvous because he didn’t have a car at the moment, and I wasn’t going to do that in his parents’ car. Ew. I guess I would just see if the moment presented itself.

Walking into the hallway, I nearly crashed into Laura. “Oh hey, Brit!” She was holding a big wrapped present and I knew she was going to see Erik. She also had her coat on.

“Hey, are you going out?”

“Oh yeah, I’m meeting up with my old college friends. We always try to get together the day after Christmas. We’re doing brunch, then probably shopping.”

“That sounds nice. Does Lani go, too?”

“Usually, yes, but she actually left for Philly this morning. She wanted to stop by her office and have dinner with her boyfriend. She’ll be back tomorrow, so you won’t miss her for too long.”

I smiled. I would have been devastated if Lani had left without saying goodbye. I really liked Laura, but Lani and I had bonded quickly, especially after yesterday’s ER run.

“Just going to give this to Erik, then I’m off.”

She jogged down the stairs, and I turned into the kitchen to find Mrs. Draxton humming in the kitchen as she put icing on Erik’s birthday cake. My parents usually ordered something from the bakery. I hated cake. Not a fan of frosting, but this looked wonderful and smelled delicious. I walked over to her and looked at how she spun the cake to evenly distribute the baby blue icing. I had never frosted so much as a cupcake before, but it reminded me of painting and I was fascinated.

“So pretty,” I said as she added drops of dark blue food coloring to the frosting to create this marbled effect.

“Erik isn’t the only artist in the house. My medium is just food.”

“Clearly, this is a masterpiece.”

“Hopefully it will be, I just need to add a few layers, and then I have fondant in the fridge that I’ll roll out later. It should be nice.”

“I can’t wait to see the finished product.”

“All right, Mom, I’m off.” Laura ran in, grabbed her keys off of the hook and kissed her mother on the cheek. “I’ll be home in time for cake. See ya later, Brit.”

“Bye!”

I watched her through the kitchen window, walking carefully along the path of the icy driveway to her car.

“Is there anything I can do?” I asked.

Mrs. Draxton shook her head. “That’s sweet of you to ask. I have this under control. Why don’t you go and see how Erik is feeling? Maybe he wants to go out? You two can borrow my car.” I smiled and nodded. When I walked through the den, I caught Mr. Draxton swinging away on his logs. I laughed and grabbed the doorknob to Erik’s basement, then froze.

Mr. Draxton was in the yard, splitting logs.

Mrs. Draxton was decorating a cake.

Lani was in Philly.

Laura was heading to brunch.

And the birthday boy was all alone downstairs. No time like the present!

I turned the knob and pulled open the door to find Erik already halfway up the stairs. He looked at me and smiled. His hair was wet and messy. He had on a white tee, a blue open flannel shirt and a pair of jeans. And he had no idea what I was about to do. I took three quick steps so I was in front of him.

“I was just coming up to find you. Laura said you—”

I shut him up the second my mouth touched his. My arms looped around his neck, and I kissed him in a way to give myself confidence. He smelled like soap and shampoo. It was intoxicating.

Smoke and mirrors… All I had to do was act the part, I could do this. Erik soon went from being surprised to being frisky as his hands wandered over the curve of my ass and gripped tight. That’s when I realized he wasn’t wearing his sling or his brace. Bad boy. His tongue happily twirled around mine, and I found it difficult not to smile. The boy had no clue.

“Follow me,” I said breathlessly and plucked his right hand away from my butt to lead him down the stairs.

“As you wish…” he said, a tad breathless. Inside I was squealing. We walked through his room, and I took him into the bathroom. Closing the door behind us, I pinned him against it, slipped my hand over to his waist where the knob was and turned the lock. “Whatever you are up to, I am very intrigued.”

I didn’t respond, just kissed him and ran my hands over his shirt, feeling how firm his chest was and wandered lower and lower until I rested on his belt. Touching the cold metal, I was suddenly excited to do this. I unbuckled the belt and tugged on his top button until it opened, then ran his zipper down all the way. Hearing the zip sound made me want him so bad. Erik must have felt it too, for he cupped my face with his good hand and kissed me deeper, a low throaty sound emitted from him. My heart pounded faster. I was ready. I wanted this. I wrapped my hands around his wrist and gently pushed him away as I pulled my lips away from his.

“What are you doing?” He smiled. A delicious, intimate smile that I had seen many times and had always managed to make my knees weak. Today was no different.

“Happy birthday,” I said breathlessly and then got on my knees and pulled Erik’s jeans down to his thighs. He laughed, and I heard something I never really heard in his laugh before… He was embarrassed.

“Brit, I was only teasing about—oh fuck!” I ran my hand over his black boxer briefs, rubbing his bulge. He was hot, hard, and throbbing beneath the fabric. My fingers wandered over to the trail of dirty blond hairs that began below his navel and disappeared under the elastic waistband. Hooking my fingers over the waistband, I pulled his boxers down, his erection sprang forth and Erik gave a soft, sweet moan.

I had never really been this close to study his package before, and now, I wondered why I had waited so long. It wasn’t scary or intimidating. It was a part of Erik, and it was beautiful.

Wrapping my fingers around his shaft, Erik emitted another soft moan. I sort of understood why Kristen didn’t mind doing this. It was very empowering, and I hadn’t even begun yet. Taking a breath, I parted my lips and wrapped them around the tip of his cock. Erik leaned back, seeming to melt against the door as he ran his right hand through my hair and rested his palm lightly on the back of my head.

Newly encouraged, I swirled my tongue around his head and sheathed him more with my mouth. Erik gripped the back of my head a little tighter. It didn’t hurt; in fact, it turned me on, making me lose all inhibitions and start to really explore what I could do with him. I stroked him, licked him, and even found moans escaping my own mouth as he filled me in a new way. In fact, I started enjoying it so much that I slipped my left hand around his thigh where it had been resting and cupped his cheek, which allowed me to take him deeper.

“Holy fuck!” Erik cried, and I was so grateful for those soundproof walls. He grabbed a fistful of my hair, and I felt him start to tighten. He was going to come, and that’s when the first waves of panic set in. I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do. Swallow? Spit? Run away screaming? This was not covered in Kristen’s crash course in fellatio. I went into fight or flight mode; I was having visions of choking on his semen, and his family running to my aide to give me the Heimlich. The room started spinning… what a way to go.

“Babe…Brit…” he panted. Yup… he was definitely ready to deploy his payload. Why was this so scary? “I’m going to—”

“Erik!” Mrs. Draxton called from the top of the stairs.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuckity. Fuck.

Erik pulled back, and I fell back onto my hands, watching as he stuffed himself back into his jeans, zipping up with lighting speed. See? This was why I wanted to behave.

“Erik!” she called again, and he pulled his shirt over the boner that refused to be ignored. He ran his fingers through his hair and opened the bathroom door, leaving me in shock, on the floor.

“Yeah,” he said, and I heard him jogging up the stairs. I got off of the floor and looked into the mirror, I seemed flushed. I licked my lips, recalling how he had felt there just a minute before. And then I laughed.

Laughed because it was so typical what had just transpired. Laughed because of what I was afraid of. But mostly, I laughed because even with our unfortunate interruption, I knew I would do that all over again.