Bedmate

~ N O W ~

I shift uncomfortably in my seat as my best friend, Sarah, went from eyeing me to eyeing the boy I had walked into the café with, her gorgeous brown eyes narrowing as the wheels in her head turned methodically. “Isn’t that the guy I pushed you into at Tom’s party?” she asks, bringing her sharp gaze back to me. “The one that you—” and then she suddenly jerks back as it finally clicks, her eyes widening into saucers as her hand grabs hold of my forearm. “It is him!” she whisper-hisses, eyeing the tallest boy in the line, who was speaking to a girl in front of him with what I saw was a friendly smile on his face, oblivious to the way she was pushing her huge boobs out and smiling up at him flirtatiously.

“Um, yeah, I suppose it is,” I utter, bringing my eyes back to meet her surprised brown ones as her fingers dug even tighter into my wrist and made me wince slightly.

“Since when was this a thing!?” she squeaks, causing a few people to turn and look at us. “Better yet, how did this start happening?” she asks, voice much too loud for my liking and shooting another question my way before I could even come up with an answer for her first two questions. “And why did you not tell me about it!?” she exclaims, that last one causing said boy we were talking about to look over at me in question despite the fact that he was on the other side of the room, only to have me wave him away, cheeks heated in embarrassment.

“Well…” I mumble, glancing back at the boy still waiting in the line, long and packed thanks to the pre-work/uni rush hour. “Just like you said, it all started at Tom’s party…”

 

~ T H E N ~

"Sarah, no, seriously!" I'm laughing, and I don't even know why, but my best friend was giggling and teasing me about my sex life—or lack thereof.

"Come on, if you don't, then I will," she yelled over the music, which was so loud I could feel it shaking my insides, eyeing a boy sitting casually on a couch as he spoke to a mutual friend named Tom. Also known as the birthday boy or, better yet, my best friend.

"Go ahead, I'm not—" but before I knew it, someone fell against Sarah, who in turn, shoved me slightly to steady herself, the fact that I wasn't exactly sober playing into the fact that I went stumbling backwards and then fell—literally—into someone's lap.

"Whoa—uh, hello," a smooth and amused voice met my ears as arms caught me around the waist before I fell onto the floor, my hair covering my view entirely.

I groaned and pushed my hair away only to meet honey-coloured eyes, more gold than brown and so full of amusement they made my cheeks heat up even more. "I am so sorry," I apologised with a wince.

"Yeah, no, that's cool; keep your heels on my thighs, Mia, all good," Tom leaned over to shout playfully as I removed my feet from his legs considering I had somehow managed to sprawl them over his.

I made a face at him and then went to get up, but the arms around me wouldn't budge so I had no choice but to look at the hot guy I'd just been talking about with Sarah. I raised an eyebrow at him, my heart rate suddenly spiking as I noticed just how attractive he really was up close and personal—the sharp jawline, perfectly even features, the tilt of his lips and the silky yet messy-looking hair that adorned his head. "Can I help you?" I asked boldly, despite how giddy I was on the inside.

He smirked as he looked over at an amused Tom, his mouth opening to reply only to get cut off by a drunk and giggling girl who just so happened to be my other best friend. "Holy shit!" was the first thing Sarah exclaimed as she fell—or more like forced herself—between Tom, the stranger and me. She looked at me and grinned, dark and perfectly sculpted eyebrows wiggling, "I'd say I'm sorry for the shove, but you look pretty fine to me."

Cue in the blush.

And the chuckles, of course. 

But before I could even think of a retort, she had already faced Tom and was talking to him, the body beneath me suddenly shifting as if to remind me he was still there.

Not that I needed any reminding.                     

Again, I turned my head to look at him and say something, but for once, he beat me to it, his smirk alone making any thought in mind jumble up and keeping me quiet. "Since you're the one who fell on me, I suppose you could help me out a little," he murmured, lips so close to my cheek and ear I could feel the heat of his breath. 

I raised an eyebrow and turned my head a little more, thinking it would stop the tingling that had formed at the top of my spine, only to find myself face-to-face with him and inches away from his lips. "Oh, really? With what exactly?" I asked, no longer having to shout over the loud music since we were so damn close to each other.

His smirk grew a little, a lopsided thing that was as imperfect as it was adorable. He leaned in closer. "You see," he started, taking a hand from my waist to trail it across my jawline, "I have this ex across the room—don't look—and she's kind of obsessed with me and she's kind of waiting to jump me and I'm afraid that when she does, I'll be too polite to tell her to… well… get lost, to put it kindly."

I smiled.

"So, you know, just putting it out there," he muttered, the hand that reached my chin now trailing softly down my neck.

"And what, exactly, do you want me to do about it?" I asked as I tried not to react to his teasing and gentle caresses, unable to help the way my body leaned involuntarily against his.

"I want you to kiss me," he stated, lips brushing my ear until he tilted his head slightly and let it brush the top of my jaw, right by my ear, light enough I felt my pulse jump.

"I should really be against this," I uttered, already shifting against him to get more comfortable.

"But you're not," he pointed out smugly but not unkindly, both his hands on my waist again in order to lift me up slightly until I was straddling him.

Me, straddling a boy whose name I didn't even know of in a lounge room—sorry 'dance room'—full of people!

Good lord, what has gotten into me? 

Granted, it was pretty dark even though the strobe lights did more than enough, not to mention the amount of other teens doing a lot worse, so I suppose it wasn't too bad… right?

"I mean, you don't have to if you don't want to," he told me almost teasingly as a hand slid daringly under the edge of my shirt, the tips of his fingers against the bare skin of my back enough to have my fingers snake into his hair without my consent.

"Oh shut up and kiss me," I smirked.

And that's exactly what he did.

I wish I could say I knew exactly what I was doing, but the truth was I didn't. Not at all. I have kissed boys before, but not like this—definitely not like this—and because Sarah and the rest of my friends love to share their experiences, the one thing they all agreed on was that you just had to 'go with the flow', so that was exactly what I tried to do. 

Hint: tried to do.

But when you're a girl with close to zero experience and there's a lot of awkward bumping and teeth grazing and you're also a little more than tipsy, there's really nothing you can do but laugh, and I did. So, when Sarah hit our thighs and told us to get a room, we barely paid much notice because he was laughing and I was laughing, and even though it was rather embarrassing, apparently he didn't care much, and neither did I considering how much alcohol I'd consumed beforehand. When he stood up and pulled me with him, I had no problem following him wherever he went, as long as he kept smiling the way that he was smiling right then and there.

And that was how I found myself alone with a boy in a dark bedroom with the door locked and clothes being thrown carelessly onto the floor without a second thought.

I was in my bra and underwear before we even hit the bed. 

"You, my friend, are a terrible kisser," he teased as he crawled on top of me with a bare knee between my thighs and his arms on either side of my head to prop himself up. I trailed my fingers down his midriff before sliding them back up again and then pulling him closer.

"Isn't saying that against the rules when you're trying to get the said friend in bed with you?" I teased back. I shifted underneath him to get more comfortable, which caused his body jerk slightly, his eyes narrowed down at me after I had 'accidentally' pressed up against him.

"Not if she's already technically in bed," he muttered before he covered my lips with his and went against everything he just said by kissing me all over again, the fact that he had no problem meeting my lips with his telling me that I wasn't that bad.

Which, undoubtedly, was a relief.

"Seriously," he murmured, no longer having to raise his voice more than usual now that we were well away from the music and people, the tone and huskiness of it enough to make the butterflies in my stomach turn into a stampede of horses. "How many guys have you hooked up with?" he asked as he planted soft kisses down my neck whilst I slid my fingers through his hair and tugged at the bottom slightly.

"Wouldn't you like to know?"

He chuckled and kissed lower, across my collarbones, down my chest, between my boobs—or lack thereof—and down my stomach. "I would actually," he murmured against my midriff, the sensation of his lips on such a place causing my throat to go dry and my breathing to speed up a lot more than it already had.

"I-Uh—" I stuttered, not wanting to say it but not really caring much either, "two."

He paused and then shifted until he was above me again, eyes almost black in the darkness of the room. Luckily, the light from under the door and outside the open window was enough for me to be able to see the outlines of his body and face. His expression. "Really?" he asked, eyebrows raised as amazement and confusion lit his tone.

"Three, maybe? I don't know," I mumbled frowning, hands flat against his chest as I felt my cheeks heat with embarrassment.

"You don't know?" he asked amusedly, causing me to roll my eyes and put pressure against his chest, enough for him to roll off so I could sit up and glare at him.

"So what if I've only kissed two or three guys?" I snapped, crossing my legs despite my slight nakedness as he sat across of me casually.

I didn't know what it was, but something about him didn't make me feel embarrassed or insecure about my own body. In fact, the thought of me being half-naked in front of a boy for the first time didn't even occur to me.

"What?" he asked before he caught on to the look on my face and retraced his words. "No, I mean… it's just that—" he stopped and stared at me for so long and so silently it was enough to make me shift uncomfortably. "I'm just surprised," he muttered at last, leaning forward to tilt my face toward his so I was holding his gaze again. "You know, you're a pretty hot chick, so I figured it'd be more."

"'A pretty hot chick'?" I echoed, so much amusement in my tone that it made his lips tilt into a smile.

"Yeah, a pretty hot chick," he reiterated with a roll of his eyes at my teasing laughter.

"You sure know how to woo a girl," I grinned ignoring the rest of what he had said even though it went straight to my head in a way that it shouldn't.

I mean c'mon, an extremely hot guy calls you hot and thinks you have more experience than you do—where else is that compliment going to go? My ego, obviously.

"Oh shut up," he chuckled slapping a hand to cover his eyes theatrically as he fell sideways so he was across the bed, legs hanging off the side.

I stared at him.

He took his hand off his eyes and stared at me.

"What?" he queried, voice soft.

"Nothing," I muttered with a small, enigmatic smile as I slid off the bed and slipped on my loose, cropped silk shirt. "Just that, y'know, we were so close to having sex; that's all," I shrugged casually as I bent down and picked up my black jeans. 

He opened his mouth to reply as he jumped off the bed, but I cut him off before he could say anything. 

"Aaaaannd you ruined it," I sung teasingly, a grin on my face as I zipped up my high-waisted jeans just as he started walking towards me.

"Oh, c'mon, are you serious? Why can't we just do it now?" he asked with a mock-pout but seeming completely serious as he backed me against a wall, still in his boxer-briefs and all his half-naked glory.

Did I mention his body was just as perfectly sculptured as his face? 

"Sorry, babe, I'm not in the mood anymore," I smirked bending slightly to slip on my heels as I tried to ignore the way I shivered from the single brush of skin… my ear against his forearm... 

Seriously, Mia, get a grip! 

"I can get you in the mood," he muttered seductively, body shifting closer to mine until our chests brushed, my eyes now in line with his lips thanks to the extra five inches.

"Tempting," I murmured as I eyed his mouth and licked my own before I finally dragged my eyes back up to meet his. "But maybe next time," I said almost apologetically, biting my lip to stop a grin at his crestfallen expression before I jerked down under his arm, opened the door and walked out.

"You're really going to leave a man hanging?" he called out with half his body in full sight out of the doorway and the other half still in the room.

I turned and slowed down only slightly as I sent him a smug smirk, similar to the one he had given me when we were on the couch, "You're the one who tried to use me as a rebound, buddy."

And that was the first time I saw him grin.