Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Fuck: You Owe Me: 23 "Make this right," Simon said. Chris had so much on his mind, he was barely enjoying driving the steed. "You might want to slow down a little, too," Simon added.

Laura and Becky sat in the back of the car, Laura behind Chris, Becky behind Simon. They were talking and Simon jumped into the conversation every so often. Chris pretended to be focused on driving, but he couldn't concentrate. Though he did manage to see the sideways smiles Becky was sending into the rear view mirror.

"I guess she's happy," Chris heard Laura say. He wondered who they were talking about.

"Very," Simon said. "I don't know how much more I can take." Must be Abby. Becky asked, "When does she leave?" "August fifteenth or sixteenth or something. Late summer." Leave for where? "What does AFI stand for?" "Abby got in?" Chris said. "That's awesome." Simon looked at him and laughed. "Yeah, baby, welcto now." Chris returned his attention to the road, embarrassed. Actually, no, he was frustrated. He loved the car, how it sounded, how it vibrated, how the smell of the leather mixed with the cold smell of winter to inflevery sense, and he wasn't enjoying it tonight. His brain was fluttering around like sstupid little school girl who had just gotten her first kiss at recess. He wanted to enjoy the moment. Enjoy it, Chris. Enjoy the moment. Enjoy the fucking moment, DAMN YOU! Up ahead was a cobblestone bridge over a frozen creak. They lived in the suburbs but twenty minutes and the desire to get lost easily led to sof the most picturesque landscapes Chris had scene. Laura routinely exploited this fact with her photography, but there were sthings Chris had seen that no picture could capture. One the'd...

Had he really just compared himself to a school girl? God, the day had been so long. But it felt so short. Thinking back on dinner, he could remember what had been said, laughing at the title of the play, the looks from Laura, but none of it had any context or meaning to him. They were empty actions. Like he'd watched them, not lived them.

But remembering them brought Laura front and center in his thoughts. Was she pretending or was she really okay now? Had she been okay the whole time? Was he the one overreacting? He'd barely been with her a day; was he already becoming the bitch? Chris had noticed a disturbing and self-conscious trend with his relationships. He tended not to be the alpha. With little exception, he always ended up more attached, or at least feeling that way. He knew on an academic level that it was stupid to think in these terms, but as he'd said to Simon one night while drinking, "I just want to feel like the guy once in a while." Of course, there was no way for him to know, but Laura was grooming the exact sthoughts. She was better at socializing though. So while she sat and smiled and nodded and talked with Simon and Becky, she secretly cursed herself and the damn insecurity she felt over the stupid little phone call.

More than that, she was furious at herself for actually being upset with Chris. At least she could be rational and chastise herself for being so lame. Eventually she'd snap out of it. It wasn't his fault he couldn't read her mind. Laura was expecting too much. Laura wanted the movie screen relationship.

She knew it didn't exist except in her mind, and after sof the break-ups she'd endured, she'd been so shaken that she retreated to the fantasy man of her dreams: perfect, strong, clairvoyant, and totally not human. He could complete her sentences in cute little ways that an audience would laugh at, and whenever they looked in each other's eyes, everyone knew they were meant to be. They were the cutest couple imaginable.

She did love Chris. She knew it was fast and completely crazy, but it was still something she trusted.

Simon handed Chris the joint. Chris looked it over - about half done - and took a hit. He held it in and nodded. "Good joint, Beck." Becky smiled.

"Should you be smoking and driving?" Laura asked.

Simon patted Chris's shoulder. "This guy's been trusted driver for three years now. 381 smoke-outs." Simon said it with pride.

"Thanks, buddy," Chris said. He glanced in the rear view and again saw Becky smiling. Less than a foot to the right, Laura was looking out the window. Neither of them knew about the other. Chris wondered how long that would last.

Originally the plan had been to go back to Chris and Laura's house. But then Simon's parents decided at the last minute to fly to Aruba. The mood had hit them.

Simon's house was hidden back from the road behind strees. They pulled into the driveway a little after 10:00. It wound through tall evergreens before revealing the palatial abode. It measured four floors including the finished basement, six bedrooms, seven baths, three fireplaces complete with chimneys, a detached garage and a guest house above. It reminded Chris of the HAlone house.

It had once been a Senator's. Now it belonged to a surgeon, a decorator and their two spoiled children. "Simon, I love your life," Laura said.

The cool blue of the Maserati's headlights washed over the front of the house, reflecting off the frozen blanket of snow and lighting up the branches above. Simon hit the garage door opener and Chris parked.

"It's not as cold as I thought," Laura said as she got out on Chris's side. She could see her breath but she wasn't shivering. It was nice and brisk.

Simon helped Becky out of the car. Her foot caught on the seatbelt and he steadied her as she freed herself. She smiled at him. "Thank you." "No sweat," he said.

Chris thought he could feel an awkwardness between them, but he was all over the place tonight. He didn't know what was real and what he was imagining.

Laura glanced back at him and offered her own quick smile before linking her arm with Becky's, the two girls skipping off toward the house, laughing and singing something Chris didn't recognize. Chris watched them as Simon ejected his CD from the stereo. "Wanna hit the back deck and smoke that second J?" Simon asked as he closed the door.

"Sure." "You okay?" Chris looked at him as he lit two cigarettes at the stime. He puffed them up then handed one to Chris. The only tthey smoked cigarettes was when they smoked pot. Chris took it with a slight laugh. "No. I mean, yeah. Fuck if I know, man." "What's going on?" Chris shook his head as he took a drag. "Later. Not with the girls around." The nicotine rushed through his body and he felt a pleasant burning behind his eyes. Sometimes he thought of his highs like a fuse, and the first drag of the first cigarette was the spark that started the night.

He staggered momentarily and Simon laughed. "Pot head." "Liberal." They went up the steps to the deck. From here they could see the peanut shaped pool and the hot tup at its deep end with waterfalls flowing over. The hot tub was rated for twenty, but it had barely hosted more than the four of them. The two girls sat in the corner back to back, already splitting the second joint. "Here they are!" Becky cheered. "You're smoking without us," Simon said.

"No, we were just getting it ready, see?" Laura said. She saw their cigarettes. "Ooh, I want one. Gimme!" "Chris?" Simon asked, pulling out the back. "Is that cool?" "Don't ask him. He's not my master." Chris looked at Simon and shrugged. "I'm not her master." He looked back at Laura and she winked at him. "Fuck it." Simon tossed the pack to Laura. "Cigarettes for everybody." She pulled one for her then handed the pack to Becky. Becky shook her head. Laura pulled out the lighter then looked at Chris. "You're such a bad influence on me." Chris chuckled and nodded. "Don't I know it." Just a heads up: is the only place to read the complete version of this book for free. Don't miss out on the next chapter-visit us now and continue your journey! Simon handed his cigarette to Chris and went in through the padoors, leaving Laura, Chris, and Becky alone on the deck. Laura puffed at her cigarette, grimacing. "If you hate it so much, why are you smoking it?" Chris asked.

"Because it's cool," she said. "Duh." Becky laughed. "Yeah, cancer's so fetch these days." Laura coughed on the smoke. "Fetch? What are you, one of the Plastics?" They heard music start playing from the deck speakers. Laura asked, "I've heard this song. Who is this?" "Frou Frou," Simon said, returning from the house. "Most recently heard in the film Garden State." He took his cigarette back.

"I love that movie," Becky said, handing the joint to Chris. Her fingers brushed over his as he took it.

Simon rolled his eyes. "What?" Becky asked quickly.

"It's a lmovie." "It is not. It was good." "Yeah, if you know nothing about movies," Simon replied.

Becky narrowed her eyes. "I bet you liked Napoleon Dynamite, didn't you." Chris exhaled and passed the roach on to Simon. "That movie sucked, gosh!" They all laughed.

"Garden State is good. It deals with life and forgiveness and acceptance." "Can you hear yourself?" Simon asked.

"You just don't like it because your numb." "I'm not numb, I just don't advertise every melo." "Don't callmelotic." "I didn't." "You just did!" The roach got back to Becky and she took a few quick puffs before it died. She stubbed it out on the wooden railing. "We should watch it tonight and show you how wrong you are," she said to Simon.

"You're wronger." "You're stubborn." Simon started laughing. "And you're not?" Becky smiled at his laughter. "I don't care. You're wrong, you're stupid, and you look funny." "Funny enough for you to date." "Yeah, well... I've learned my lesson." Just a heads up: is the only place to read the complete version of this book for free. Don't miss out on the next chapter-visit us now and continue your journey! Somewhere in the 111 acres of forest solitude that the house cwith, an owl was hooting.

"I have to go to the bathroom," Becky said.

"Anyone want anything to drink?" Simon asked.

Chris and Laura both shook their heads. "I'm okay right now," Chris said.

Simon stepped on his cigarette butt then pointed to theirs. "Con in whenever you finish." He and Becky went inside.

Laura had tuned out for a minute as the tobacco mixed with the marijuana. She felt the felt the relaxation roll through hen again like the tide, rhythmic and comforting. She let her breaths out slowly, captivated by the way the smoke played with the lights from the house. Chris was watching her. "You alright there?" She nodded serenely and held out her arms to him.

Chris crossed the deck to her. She wrapped her arms around his waist and hugged him.

He patted her head, glancing at the house. Simon and Becky weren't in sight. He looked down at Laura.

"You okay?" he asked gently.

She nodded. "Mm-hmm." "So you're not mad at me?" She said nothing for a second, then sighed. When she spoke, her voice sounded small.

"I love you." Chris crouched down in front of her and looked at her. Her eyes were glassy and moist.

Was she sad or stoned? Chris couldn't tell. Probably because he was definitely stoned. He stroked her cheek lightly with a smile. "I love you."

Now he watched her eyes well up and a tear trickled down her cheek.

He wiped it away. "Hey, what's wrong?" he asked with concern, taking her hands in his. She started laughing, pulling her hands from his and wiping at her eyes, hiding behind them. "I don't know." He took her hands again, uncovering her face. Forced to look at him, more tears flooded her eyes and she let out a small, delicate sob. She sniffled. "I'm happy." "You don't look it." She smiled through the tears and Chris felt something well up in his throat. "I am." Her hand went to his cheek. "So happy." She kissed him, their foreheads resting together. "I don't want to pretend why." The clouds of their breath coalesced between them. "What do you mean?" "I want to be with you when I'm with you. Not pretend I'm just your stupid stepsister."

"My stepsister is not stupid," he said, insulted. "She's a fucking genius." Laura laughed and kid her face again, ve embarrassed and flattered by the compliment. Chris kissed her forehead. She rubbed her eyes, trying to dry them. "I love you," he said again.

"Stop it!" she whined. "I can't stop crying if you keep saying that." He pulled her up and hugged her tight. "Love you, love you, love you," he said quickly. With anyone else, even Chris would have been rolling his eyes at his mushiness. But Laura rested her head on his shoulder, eyes closed, absorbing the words as fully as she could.

And that was why he said them.

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