Page 24 of Rough Rider (Bad Boy High)
Wow, Andy. Could you be any more of a dork? What is wrong with me? Thinking about how I ran after Niki gave me an orgasm has me wanting to never leave this bathroom. How the heck am I ever gonna face him again?
That hadn’t been the only thing he’d given me either. There was also the phone and new sneakers. I’m not only a giant dork, but I’m also a jerk. That man has been nothing but good to me from the second I met him. And how do I return the favor? By acting rude and unappreciative.
I feel like such an asshole, but it all became so overwhelming. I didn’t know how to process everything. It was a lot of firsts to happen in such a short period of time. The kiss, the touching, his mouth on me, and then the grand finale orgasm. Not to mention the wet spot I left on his pants. I didn’t know you could get that wet. Sure, I’ve touched myself before, but it was nothing compared to what Niki did to me.
Knowing I can’t hide out in the bathroom forever, which is silly because he’s gone now, I force myself to leave. I go over to the shoe box, opening it. They’re even my freaking size.
There is so much more to Niki than meets the eye. I hope he knows that. I’ll make sure to tell him—if he ever talks to me again. As soon as that thought enters my mind, I quickly push it away, not wanting to go down that path on my birthday. He said he’d be back in the morning. I’m not sure why, but he said it.
I grab the phone to get it set up and link my old one to it. I sit down on the couch and call my mom to check in with her, but she’s still asleep. A small weight lifts off my shoulders knowing she’s tucked in for the night. I don’t have to worry. You don't realize the weight of that burden until it lifts off your shoulders.
Lying down on the couch, I pull the thin blanket over me and play on the phone. I bring up Niki’s number a few times, wanting to text him but not knowing what to say. I have no experience with boys or doing naughty things with them.
Had he really said he’d never kissed anyone before? It was hard to think straight after I’d run to the bathroom like my ass was on fire. It was all so much. The emotions I harbor for him, along with everything else from the previous few days, are overwhelming.
Then I couldn’t help that small voice in the back of my head reminding me that no one does things for free. There is always a price. I just can’t see Niki holding things over my head. I’m sure I’m being naïve, but it doesn’t change how I feel.
I want him in ways I've never wanted anyone before. For the brief moment when I let myself fall into him, I felt safe. The safest I've ever felt before. He gave that to me, and you know what? That is priceless.
I nibble on my lower lip, contemplating whether to send him a text. Isn’t this the kind of thing you talk to your mom about? I try to think about what my mom would say. I’m honestly notsure. She isn’t a fan of men for the most part, but in her line of work, I can see why.
When I turned sixteen, she’d taken me to the clinic to put me on birth control, worried I was going to get pregnant. I was nowhere close to having sex then; hell, a week ago I would have said the same thing. Now, not so much. I get it, though. My mom was fifteen when she had me.
I’m going to do it. I pull up his number again right as a text comes in from him.
Have you come out of the bathroom yet?
I smile. He’s teasing me. That’s a good sign.
I was about to text you.
Everything okay?
Does he only think I’d text him because I need something? I don’t want him to think that, and it’s easier to say these things over text. I’m not sure I’m bold enough to do it in person.
Thanks to you it is.
It’s only shoes and a phone.
Damn.
It’s not, and you’ve done way more than that. You’re a good one, Niki. Thank you.
I see the bubbles appear and then disappear.
Well, crap. Did I scare him off? Lighten the mood. I’ll go with a tease, the same as he had.
The O was pretty great too.
The second I hit send, I want to throw myself off this building. Did I really send him a message saying my orgasm was great? I throw the phone to the end of the couch. When it dings, I jerk my feet back away from it. When it dings for a second time, I know I have to look. I reach down and grab it.
I left my pants there. I’ll get them in the morning
You run back into the bathroom
I snort a laugh.
I’m here
