Undone – Chapter 7
Somewhere within this update is my 10,000th word! Warnings this time: strong language, smut. :P
Chapter 7
“I think it’s shaping up to be a great song,” Lucas said as they cleaned up. “Next Saturday morning we should be able to finish it. Think we’ll hear something about our next show then?”
“Probably. Carrie mentioned something about later this month. Just waiting on official word from her old man.” Adrian hoisted his guitar and leaned in towards Lucas. “Whenever it is, I’m probably going to have a surprise that night.”
“Oh?” Lucas said, confused. The other band members were already in their vehicles or on their way out. Lucas waved to them, then comprehension dawned. “Oh! So soon?”
Adrian winked and held an index finger to his lips, reminding Lucas to keep quiet. Lucas was the only person who knew about his impending engagement. “I’ll let you know the details later.” With that, he closed the door, leaving Lucas alone to process this revelation.
Or so he thought.
“Finally. I was wondering if they’d ever leave.”
Fuck.
The sultry voice behind him drew closer, and he felt gentle hands touch his back before encircling his waist. Sara nestled her face against the back of his neck and sighed. “It’s been so difficult to get you alone lately.”
This was largely due to the fact that Lucas planned it this way. From the beginning of their relationship, one thing was clear: any moment spent alone together involved Sara trying to get his pants off. Whereas most guys he knew hopped into bed with the first girl that was willing, the thought was daunting to Lucas. He was a virgin, and the idea of Sara being his first was not particularly appealing to him. He chalked it up to the way she objectified him; not even him, but his status in the local music scene. She was convinced Sunder was seconds away from worldwide fame, despite it being a one-in-a-million chance they would ever see success outside the metropolitan area, or perhaps the state if they were lucky. It was obvious she wanted to be That Girl, the one on the arm of the frontman of one of the most popular bands in the world, at least in her fantasy. Lucas wanted out desperately, but there was no gentle way to break it off. Instead he tried to show indifference, hoping she would give up on her own, and he never, ever, allowed himself to be alone with her.
Fuck.
“Lucas,” she said softly. He could feel the warmth of her breath against his neck. “I think I’ve waited long enough, don’t you?”
“Sara,” he responded as he placed a hand over hers, which was trying to sneak under his shirt. “You know I’m . . .”
“A virgin, yeah,” she finished for him in exasperation. She pushed herself away and flopped down on the couch. “Are you planning to stay that way forever?”
“Of course not.” There wasn’t a Miss Manners-approved way of adding, “but I really can’t stand you, much less see myself sleeping with you,” so he sat precariously on the couch as if ready to leap out of harm’s way at any moment. Suddenly he saw a possible way out of danger. “You know, tonight’s not really a good night. I don’t even have my room. Julian’s borrowing it until we can get to the store tomorrow. I’m sleeping on the couch.” He said this with an air of finality, as if that marked the end of the discussion.
Sara thought otherwise. She inched closer to Lucas, who tried not to visibly cringe. “This couch?” she asked as she leaned towards him. She placed her left hand on his right cheek and turned his face towards hers. She kissed him softly. “It’s a comfortable couch.” Her lips brushed against his as she whispered.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Lucas jumped away from Sara. She smiled wickedly and moved in again. He was trapped now as she gently pushed him downward so that his upper body lay on the couch while his feet remained on the floor. She knelt over him, one knee almost wedged between the back of the couch and the seat cushions, the other between his legs. She rested her elbows on the armrest on either side of his head and kissed him again, much more forcefully than before. He couldn’t back away due to his positioning. He tried to open his mouth to protest, but she took it as an invitation to plunge her tongue into his mouth, nearly choking him with the force of it. He tried to push her away, but short of throwing her across the room he couldn’t make her budge.
He was forced to endure her kiss until she was ready to come up for air. As soon as he had a chance to breathe and speak, he took it. “What if he wakes up?”
“He seemed pretty tired to me. But so what? Doesn’t it seem a little more daring this way?” The idea seemed to excite her more. Lucas tried another tactic.
“I don’t have anything.”
“Good thing I was a Girl Scout, then.” She leaned over and rummaged briefly through her purse, reappearing in his line of sight with a square foil package. “I’m always prepared.” She looked at Lucas questioningly. “So what do you say?”
He was out of viable excuses, and he couldn’t bring himself to callously say no without an explanation. It was only sex, after all. No big deal. It happened every day between people that didn’t love each other. Hell, it happened every day between people that didn’t even know each other. He closed his eyes, swallowed hard, and nodded.
He felt her lips upon his again, gently this time. He couldn’t fake his way through this. He reciprocated her affections by returning the kiss with more pretend passion than he had ever mustered before. Her right hand started from behind his neck and moved quickly down his chest and abdomen until it found the hem of his shirt. When it touched bare skin it reversed and retraced its route more slowly. She reached his chest again, found his nipple, and gave it a slight pinch. Lucas supposed it was meant to feel good, but it only hurt. He hissed in reaction to the pain. Sara misinterpreted it as pleasure.
“Like that?” she whispered between hisses. She did it again, harder this time, and Lucas grunted. She giggled, pleased with herself, then sighed. “Don’t you want to touch me?”
The entire time Lucas had kept his hands firmly planted on the small of her back. At this hint, he slid them under her tight pink top. It rode up as his hand rose, tracing her spine and then slipping around to the front. He caught a brief glimpse of one of her B-cups before his left hand covered it. It didn’t feel the way he’d expected it. He’d always imagined it would feel firmer, more muscular. Instead it was soft and filled his hand like a bag full of water. He found it odd that his first time touching a breast was doing nothing for him; most guys, he surmised, would be ready to go at this point, no matter who they were with.
She sighed and bit her lip as his thumb grazed her nipple, which stood out like a pebble against the softness surrounding it. She lay down so that their bare chests rested against one another. “God, that feels incredible,” she said as she buried her face in his neck.
After a few moments of relishing in his touch, she stood up and readjusted her shirt. She seductively raised her skirt upwards, revealing a flash of lacy white panties before hooking her thumbs over the flimsy elastic and sliding them off slowly, as if to tease him. The angle didn’t afford him a view of anything interesting, not that he cared. His goal tonight was to get this over with and sort out his feelings on the matter later.
Sara patted the side of his right leg. He adjusted his position so that he was laying on the couch fully, his head still on one armrest and his feet pressed against the other. She knelt down beside the couch and ran her hands across his chest. Her fingertips skimmed along the surface of his skin. They traveled downward to his navel, and even further, tracing the thin trail of hair that disappeared beneath the waistband of his jeans. She quickly and deftly unbuttoned the jeans with a practiced hand. She looked at his face expectantly as she lowered the zipper and slid her hand beneath the elastic of his boxers, wanting to see his reaction when she touched him for the first time.
It was her reaction that was the more dramatic one. The look of expectancy morphed into a frown. “Are you really this nervous about what’s-his-name hearing?”
Lucas gritted his teeth, wondering what it would take to make her shut up and get on with it so he could have some peace and quiet. “I guess,” he said. His own hand started to move towards hers. “If you’ll give me a minute . . .”
“I’ll take care of that,” she said, playfully slapping him away with her free hand. “Just relax, okay? I promise to be quiet. He’ll never know.” With that she began stroking him.
Lucas closed his eyes. He tried not to think about Sara. Instead he focused purely in the physical sensation, a sensation sharply intensified when he felt her mouth on him. The physiological response soon overcame his mental and emotional misgivings, and Sara seemed satisfied with the results. He kept his eyes closed the whole time, trying not to lose what she had worked so hard to accomplish. He felt her tug his jeans and boxers downward, heard the rip of the foil package, and felt the strange sensation of the thin latex being unrolled into place. The couch shifted under Sara’s added weight as she straddled him. “Ready?” she asked.
Before even getting a response, she lowered herself onto him.
She had apparently been ready for this moment for quite a while. Within five minutes the ordeal was over for Lucas. He felt a series of contractions, and she gave a quiet moan of pleasure, just barely loud enough for him to hear. When she relaxed, she leaned down and snuggled her slightly sweaty body against Lucas, keeping him inside her. Thankfully she didn’t seem to notice that he hadn’t enjoyed the experience as much as she obviously had.
He held this woman he did not love as she caught her breath, and felt sick. He shouldn’t have done this. He shouldn’t have led her on so long, giving her hope of whatever future she imagined them to have together. If there hadn’t been an easy way out before, there certainly wasn’t one now.
These thoughts continued to plague him as she finally stirred. She got up and shimmied back into her panties, while Lucas hastily removed the still-empty condom and quickly refastened his jeans and straightened his shirt. He grimaced at the feel of her juices coating the latex and hurriedly wrapped it in a paper towel from the kitchen before tossing it in the trash can and washing his hands.
When he turned back to Sara, she had collected her purse and was standing by the door. “I’d stay if you had your own bed. Probably just as well, though. I should get going anyway. Unlike you, I don’t get Sundays off.”
“That’s alright.” Lucas was eager for her to leave, but he remained polite. “Don’t let the customers get to you.” He hugged her boodbye. She returned the hug and added yet another intense kiss for good measure.
“I can’t wait until next time. There’s so much more I want to show you,” she whispered breathily. “I’ll be at the next show for sure, if I don’t have some free time before then. Finals coming up, you know.”
“I know.” He gave her one last chaste kiss. “Good night.”
He watched her as she walked out to her car, which was parked on the street parallel to the curb. He waited until her car started and pulled away before collapsing into a nearby chair, shaking uncontrollably. He rocked back and forth, trying to calm himself down. He hadn’t expected to react like this. Was it always like this the first time? Would it get better with practice? Was he just the only freak in the world who never wanted to have sex again?
Shower. He needed a shower. He grabbed some clean clothes from the laundry basket sitting on top of the dryer in the laundry nook and hurried to the bathroom. He shut the door, threw the clothes onto the counter, and lunged for the toilet. Whatever pizza remained in his stomach exited his system the same way it went in. He heaved until there was nothing left, then fumbled for the handle to flush the remains of his dinner away before slumping back against the wall. Something wasn’t right, not by a long shot. Even with his lack of feelings towards Sara, he shouldn’t be feeling this dirty.
He brushed his teeth and showered, and this made him feel somewhat better. He put the TV on sleep mode at a very low volume for white noise and relaxed on the couch, trying not to dwell on what just took place in that spot. Eventually sleep found him, though it was restless and filled with snippets of dreams reliving his experience with Sara.
