It has been a week since I kicked Alexander out of my apartment and I am now obsessed. I can’t stop drawing him, painting him, thinking I see him everywhere and using Big John, my battery operated friend, to think about him doing exciting things to me.
My eyes fixate on the wall of coffee beans. All those brown little beans encased in plexiglass. Everytime I come here to Beans Beans and More Beans cafe, I try to figure out how they got all those coffee beans behind that wall. My hands curl around the warm paper cup of black coffee while I try to calculate the possible ways the wall could have been erected if only to distract myself from him.
Now I am thinking of erections, which is making me think of Alexander’s penis. Crap! This isn’t working at all.
“I am almost all packed and ready for London!” Evaleen’s voice tears me from my fantasies which have evolved into a plexiglass encased penis.
I turn my head to see her soft golden blonde hair, down for once, glitter as streams of light from the street lamp outside filter in from the window next to our booth.
“You look pretty like that.” I mention as I reach over to pet her hair.
Evaleen grimaces as if someone just farted in her face.
“I was too busy packing this afternoon to put my hair back.”
“Well, it looks good down, you should wear it like that more often.”
Now I am playing with her hair with both hands like she is my personal Barbie doll. First pink-tails and then braids. Evaleen groans after a minute and swats my hands away.
“What are we twelve? Keep your hands to yourself. Why couldn’t Drake join us? She busy packing tonight?”
I shake my head and try to take a sip of the black liquid, but burn my tongue in the process. Still too hot.
“No, I have no idea if she packed. I’m not her mom. She is having dinner at her parents house tonight. I think her mom has made her cake, so ya know.”
Evaleen nods understanding immediately that we will never compare to cake in Morgana’s eyes. I peruse Evaleen’s thick black and loose fitting turtleneck. It’s awful. I don’t even think Morgana’s Grandma would be caught dead in that thing.
“What? Did something spill on my top?” Evaleen wipes her hands across her chest trying to get rid of imaginary stains.
“No. Just admiring your top. Did you lose a lot of weight the past year, because all your clothes seem to be really big on you?”
Morgana may be well-behaved enough not to say anything, but I have never been known to be polite. Evaleen needs a wardrobe upgrade and as her friend I should help her with that, by pointing it out to her. What? Hey, I never said I wasn’t rude. You just assumed that.
Evaleen looks uncomfortable and is actually pulling at her top to make it bigger instead of smaller. It’s like she wants to have large clothes.
“No, I have always been rather thin. I just...um...like big clothes. It’s comfortable.”
“Oh, okay. It’s just that I have a dress I want to get rid of and I think it would fit you perfectly. Morgana is a little too Marilyn Monroe for it. It’s a brown wrap number and…”
I am immediately stopped by the look on Evaleen’s face. She has a confused and shocked expression as she glances past my shoulder. I turn my head to see a tall man in a dark brown hoodie with his back to us facing the far wall.
“I swear that looked like hypno-eyes from when we delivered your painting a few weeks ago. You remember, him and his friend, Mr. Gibson or as I called him, Buzz, kidnapped us. Then he made you cry. If that is him I am going to…”
She is starting to stand but I grab at her arm to stop her.
“No, Evaleen. Don’t.”
I plead at her with my eyes and in an instant she has a knowing look on her face. She sits back in her chair, folding her arms over chest.
“Ahhh. Maybe you weren’t crying from hurt when I found you with him. Maybe, it was tears of pleasure. Hmm?” She leans in on the last part, wagging her eyebrows like a cartoon character.
I let out a breath and hunch over the table, burying my head in my hands.
“Look, he and I...we....we have a thing going. Or we had a thing going. It’s just, um, complicated. I want to have sex with him. He thinks I’m a whore. So, that’s where it is right now. Don’t tell anyone. I mean, I have never struck out with a guy before. It all seems so weird.”
Evaleen grins and slaps the table causing my drink to teeter and spill a bit.
“Ha! You like him. You don’t just want to hug his pee pee, you want to caress it and call it George.”
I am now making gagging sounds and pretending to dry heave.
“Now who is acting like a twelve year old? Come on Evaleen! Pee pee? Just ewww. And as for caressing him, only in a sexual manner do I want to do that. Men are good for one thing, making the sex with their pee pee as you call it. Oh, and they are also good at lifting heavy objects. That is helpful.”
Her arms are folded again and she is smirking at me. Evaleen’s signature smirk. The one where she knows something you don’t. Only, she can’t possibly know anything more than me when it comes to Alexander.
“Despite what you tell yourself Dixon. All I know is he keeps staring over here and based on your reaction to me confronting him, I can only assume you like him a little more than simple pee pee play.”
I groan and roll my eyes.
“Would you please stop saying pee pee. It really is nauseating. Penis, cock, the mighty oak, anything but pee pee.”
She leans into my face so our noses almost touch, “Pee! Pee!”
I stand and wave my hands at her in disgust.
“So mature Evaleen. I now have to go pee pee, thank you very much.”
I get up and head in the direction of where the mysterious stranger who could possibly be Alexander, is located. But he is gone. It probably wasn’t him anyway. I feel a little disappointed with this knowledge. Part of me wanted it to be him. Wanted Alexander to be as obsessed with me as I have been with him this past week.
I kept going over what he said in my head and each time I did I became less and less angry and more and more horney. That just doesn’t seem right. But, I did come on to him a little hard despite knowing that he is a virgin and wanted something slow. Perhaps I just should have stepped back and given him space.
Just as these thoughts swirl in my head I turn the corner and...you guessed it...run right into a very hard body.
Looking up I see Alexander’s soft blue eyes shining back at me.
“Oh, I uh...I’m sorry.”
I try to pull back but he grabs my arm and pulls me into the Men’s bathroom. I look around and notice it is just like the Women’s restroom, but the towel dispenser is empty and there appears to be more liquid soap on the floor than in the metal dispenser attached to the grey tiled wall.
Alexander shuts and locks the door before turning to me. He appears determined yet worried. I lift my hands in the air as if to say ‘what the fuck’ but before I can speak he has swiftly walked to me and has his arms wrapped around my body while his lips seal mine.
We are kissing. In a matter of seconds my arms are around him and he has moved me back, pinning me to the wall. Alexander’s fingers dug into my jean covered hips causing me to groan, which then cause his tongue to force its way into my mouth. Heat races down and then up inside my body causing me to become a little bit dizzy. Thankfully he is holding me against the wall or I might fall over.
His hips gyrated into me and I can feel his erection. On instinct my hands slide down his chest to the hem of his jeans. He moans as my fingertips slip inside and brush the tip of his cock. Before I can explore further he pulls away.
Panting, his eyes now a very dark blue, stare at me.
“I can’t stop thinking about you Aria.”
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