Chapter 31 What is so special about her? Is the sex that good?
Saraphina
I am not sure where the days went. One moment, I was just living my life, and the next, the wedding was only a week away. Louisa and I have been constantly moving, trying to make every part of her wedding exactly right.
This afternoon, we collected our dresses from the tailor. We went back and forth on the color for my maid of honor dress, but finally chose one. It is a long, ivory dress, soft to the touch. The style is plain, but truly stunning, and it fits my body just right.
"Sweetheart, you are beautiful!" Louisa cried out, watching me turn in a circle. "Good lord, you look so grown up!"
"Mother, I am eighteen," I laughed.
"I know, but I have never seen you in something like this," she insisted. "You did not even attend your prom."
That is correct. I, Saraphina Livingston, chose not to go. For one, I did not have a boyfriend or even a boy I liked back then. For another, the whole event seemed like a waste of time, money, and effort. So, instead of spending a small fortune on a gown and a car, my best friend Cole and I used fifty dollars to eat ourselves silly at the Cheesecake Factory.
"Oh, sweetheart, you look like a princess," my mother said again, her voice soft.
"Please, mother, stop," I said, my face growing warm from her focus. "Look at yourself. Your wedding dress is breathtaking. Clement is going to lose his mind when he sees you in it."
"You believe so? Because I am not certain about this low cut. And I think they made the dress too short. I asked for two inches, but this feels like two and a half!"
"Mother, breathe," I laughed. "You look incredible. Do not turn into a bridezilla on me. Please stop worrying." I could see the strain of the wedding was getting to her.
"Okay. Yes, you are right. I am just so nervous. This is my second attempt at this. I need everything to be perfect," she said, her smile tinged with sadness.
The first time my mother got married, she was seventeen. She had just had me, and my father married her because their families forced him into it. They both understood they were too young and too explosive for each other. To make a long story short, they divorced after only three months. I was just a year old when my father walked away, and that was the end of that.
"Mother, I swear to you, this time will be different," I said, offering a comforting smile. "Clement is a good man."
"Thank you, darling. I am so happy you are here, and that you have been so supportive. You are the best maid of honor anyone could ask for." Louisa took my hand and held it tight. She tried to appear calm, but after a few deep breaths, a worried line appeared between her brows. "...I just do not know. I have this strange feeling that something bad will happen at the wedding."
"Mother, do not worry about anything," I told her, my voice steady. "I promise nothing will ruin your day."
Louisa released a long breath and pulled me into a hug. I held her close. She was under so much pressure, and I was happy to be her comfort. But as I held her, my thoughts drifted to the wedding. In only a handful of days, I would officially have a new brother. The idea made my chest feel heavy, and the smile on my face began to slip away.
Ryan
I do not wait for girls. That is not something I have ever done. But this Tuesday, I was sitting on the damn couch, staring at my phone, waiting for Saraphina and her mother to come home.
I knew I was completely whipped for this girl. So fucking weak and pathetic. I mean, I get hard just from thinking about her.
What the hell is wrong with me?
I was beginning to sound like a fool, and I knew it. I stopped going to parties. I stopped talking to other girls completely, ever since Saraphina and I started spending time together. We never discussed being exclusive, hell, we never even put a name on whatever this is. But I know I want all of her time, and because of that, I will not give my time to anyone else.
Being with Saraphina is incredible. No, it is more than that. It is fucking amazing. But it is also pure torture. I want this girl so much, and it takes every bit of my self-control to keep my hands to myself when I am near her. It is so hard. I have never gone this many weeks without sex. And honestly, her rule about not having sex is driving me out of my mind.
But even though I want to push for more, I know my limits. I will take whatever she is willing to give me.
I had been sitting around all day, bored and restless. So when I finally heard a car pull up outside, a jolt of excitement went through me and I stood up fast. My heart was pounding hard as I hurried to open the front door, ready to see her.
"Hey, you." Instead, I saw Vanessa standing there.
"Oh. Hello," I answered, and my shoulders dropped with disappointment right away. I looked past her, but no other car was coming.
"You do not seem very pleased to see me," she said, noticing my reaction.
"What are you doing here?" My words were short.
"What do you think? You have not answered my calls. I had to check if you were still breathing," she said, her voice low as she fluttered her eyelashes.
"Well, I am! Thanks for coming by," I said quickly, and I started to close the door, but she slid her hand in to stop it.
"Not so fast, RJ. You still owe me, remember?" She was talking about that night at Blake's party, when I walked away from her while she was going down on me.
I let out a defeated sigh, and she smiled like she had won. Before I could say another word, she pushed the door open and walked up the stairs, her hips moving with each step.
"Listen, Vanessa, I cannot do this right now," I said, following her to my room. But the second I stepped inside, she launched herself at me. Her mouth was on mine, hungry and demanding. Her chest pushed against me, and her hands moved over my stomach, down to the waistband of my pants. Then she cupped my hard cock through the fabric, squeezing it tight.
Oh, fuck.
That was when I lost control. I pushed her back against the wall and she moaned. She offered me her neck and I started kissing her there. My hands were on her breasts, grabbing and kneading them hard. I needed to get to her, so I tore her blouse open, sending buttons flying across the room.
"Oh, RJ, I have missed you so much," she breathed out, her voice hot and heavy.
And then I thought of Saraphina. Her face, her lips, her taste. This woman is not her.
My eyes flew open and I pulled back suddenly. This was wrong. I regretted it immediately. As much as I needed relief, I did not want it to come from her.
"RJ?" Vanessa stared at me, confused, struggling to catch her breath.
I shook my head. "I am sorry. I do not think I can do this anymore."
"What the hell are you talking about?" She looked upset and flustered.
"There is a girl," was all I managed to say.
She lifted an eyebrow. "So?"
"So, I really like her. And I do not want to mess this up, you understand?"
"What, so you have a girlfriend now? Is that what you are telling me?"
"It is not that simple. It is complicated," I sighed.
"Who is she?" she asked, her eyes narrowing.
"You would not know her. She is not from here."
Vanessa crossed her arms and let out a mean little laugh.
"Damn. She must be one special girl to have you wrapped around her finger like this," she sneered, and I could hear the jealousy in her voice.
"Yeah. She is," I replied.
"Why? What is so special about her? Is the sex that good? Is she a great fuck?"