Monday morning, I still hadn’t told Gwen that Zac and I had slept together because I knew that constant questions and graphic details would be forced to follow. It just felt wrong sharing intimate details of my relationship with someone else. Gwen would want to know size, times, positions, locations, and probably some other things that I wouldn’t even think of to ask. With other guys I hadn’t minded sharing, but with Zac… it just felt different, like I knew that he wasn’t spilling every detail about me to anyone, so I didn’t want to break his trust by doing just that to Gwen. Unfortunately, when your best friend decides she wants details, you have to appease her, at least a bit.
“So, have you had sex with him yet, Esme? It’s killing me over here!” Gwen said as she entered the kitchen that morning. I just looked at her, a spoonful of Frosted Flakes halfway between my mouth and the bowl.
“Can I eat my breakfast before we start the sex talk?” I asked. She sat down next to me and pulled the chair even closer.
“No way. Seriously, how have you not banged the hell out of him? He’s gorgeous,” she stated, putting her feet on the rungs under my chair. I chose not to answer and instead took another bite of cereal, which said much more than any sentence could have. “Esme! How could you not have told me, I’m going to smack you!”
“I don’t know… he’s my boyfriend. It just feels weird to dish all about my sex life with him.”
“Ha! Too bad. I want to know everything. When did it first happen? Is it good, like, does he know what he’s doing? Does he have porn star equipment?” I rolled my eyes and took another bite before answering.
“Saturday. Yes, it’s great. And, ew!” Gwen laughed and stood to get some breakfast of her own.
“You’re such a prude, Esme. I tell you everything about me and Braeden.”
“Yes, and for the record, I never exactly ask for those details,” I laughed, “And I am so not a prude. But, another interesting revelation took place this weekend.”
“Oh?” she inquired as she sat back down next to me with a Pop-Tart.
“Yeah, I told Zac about how I was going to be home by myself over break, and he insisted that I come to his house for Thanksgiving. I guess I’ll be meeting his family already. I’m basically terrified.”
“Why? If you like Zac, and his parents raised him, then there’s a pretty good chance that you’ll like them, too? Right?”
“Oh, it’s not his parents I’m worried about. It’s his brothers, Taylor and Isaac. He lives with them when he goes home for breaks. I’m just afraid that it’ll be weird or awkward or something.”
“Well, at least you’ll get to sleep in the same bed. When I stay at Braeden’s house his mom makes me sleep on a futon in the basement. I swear she’d lock me down there if the basement door had a deadbolt. Now those are some crazy parents. But look at Braeden… there was no hope.” We laughed and talked and finished our breakfasts before we both went off to our first classes of the day.
Zac came over that night for a study break which consisted more of us making out in the kitchen where I had all of my books spread over the table than anything else. Gwen and Braeden were at the library and I had no idea when they’d be home.
“God, why are you wearing this? Are you trying to kill me?” he asked, his fingers skimming over the hem of my jean skirt.
“Our heater was on the fritz earlier and I was hot. I just didn’t take it back off after it cooled back down. I didn’t even know you were coming over, so no, I wasn’t trying to kill you,” I laughed. He just groaned and moved his lips to my shoulder.
“Well, I like it very much,” he whispered in my ear before grabbing my hips and pulling me from my own chair onto his lap.
“This is not a very ladylike way for me to be sitting in a short skirt, now is it?” I asked, looking down at my legs which were currently dangling on either side of his body.
“Screw ladylike. I think it’s hot,” he said and I could feel myself blushing. I was always cute to guys, not hot, and here was this wonderful guy telling me that was just what I was. I smiled and laced my fingers behind his neck, pulling him closer so I could kiss him easier.
Things were getting very heated with groping hands and mouths covering every inch of exposed skin when I felt his hand begin to sneak its way up my skirt.
“Zac, we can’t. We’re in the kitchen,” I gasped as his hand made contact with me through my underwear.
“Oh, I’m sorry. Was there a clause in your rental agreement saying that you couldn’t have sex in your kitchen?” he teased, still not ending his torturously slow movements.
“Shut up… it’s just that Braeden and Gwen could be home any minute and I don’t really want them to catch us naked going at it first thing when they walk in the door.
“I guess we’ll have to keep our clothes on then, huh? And plus, you’d hear Gwen unlocking the door, right?” I just managed to nod and all coherent thoughts drained from my head as he moved aside the impeding piece of fabric. Gwen? Gwen who? I had a roommate? My hand flew to his zipper and I freed him from the increasingly tight denim confines as fast as I could, knowing that I had to have him as soon as possible. I placed my feet on the rungs of the chair and lifted myself before slowly sinking down on him. Our moans were lost in each others mouths as we tried to be as quiet as we could manage.
“God you’re incredible,” he gasped in my ear as our bodies continued to rock together. I couldn’t respond, I could only lose myself in the feeling. I had never done anything like it before and the thrill of being potentially walked in on was only fueling me further.
“Zac…” I warned. He just grabbed me and pulled me closer, his mouth latching onto the nape of my neck, somehow giving me chills in the heat that had made its way into the room. It was then that we heard the noise I had been worried about and I heard Gwen struggling with the key in the door. “Shit!” Zac and I barely made it out of the room by the time Gwen and Braeden came bursting in talking loudly and laughing. We were safely behind my locked bedroom door by the time they made it to the hallway, now on my bed finishing what we had started.
Once we had composed ourselves enough to return to the kitchen, we found that Gwen and Braeden had taken over the living room.
“Oh, how nice of you to join us!” Gwen said, smiling at us and trying to embarrass me.
“Ha ha… you’re so funny, Gwen.” I just glared at her before grabbing Zac and I cans of pop and sitting back at the table. We just sat there looking at each other for a minute, both obviously remembering what had taken place in Zac’s chair not that long before.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” he said, “And I’m going to love every second of it.” I just smiled at him and gently put my feet up on his left leg.
“Tell me more about your family. I need to know what I’m getting myself into in a few weeks.”
“What do you want to know?”
“Whatever will help me get through Thanksgiving smoothly and without making a huge ass out of myself,” I laughed, leaning back in my chair as he started to rub one of my feet.
“Well, my dad is Ken, and he’s a very sports-minded guy. Since I’m the only kid built to do anything other than, say, cross-country running, he and I spent a lot of time together when I was growing up and we’re really close. He’s actually the sports columnist for the local newspaper, so it’s really a miracle when we can get him to talk about anything else. My mom is Gloria, and she owns a women’s clothing store in the mall that caters to the rich bitches of the city, so that’s always a pleasure to hear about. Thankfully, my mom is down-to-earth enough that she doesn’t let it affect her much, and plus, it’s been bringing in pretty good money lately, so no one is going to complain. Like I said before, Taylor’s in grad school. He just got broken up with by his girlfriend, Sara, I found out today, so he’ll probably be a little mopey and weird still. It takes him a while to get over stuff like that. Isaac is a stock broker. He thinks he’s really funny, and sometimes he is, but sometimes he’s just lame. Try to appease him by laughing. I’m pretty close with both of my brothers. And we’re not a very reminiscey, sharing family, so don’t even think you’re going to see any baby pictures or hear any stories. We’re just not like that. We tend to live in the now.”
“If I don’t get to see any naked baby pictures, then I’m not coming,” I stated matter-of-factly.
“I promise, the view is much better now than it was then.” I kicked him for that.
“Cocky bastard. I’ll bet you were a cute baby.”
“More like an obese baby. Seriously, I was huge.”
“That’s okay, skinny babies creep me out anyway. Babies are supposed to be fat, and I’ll bet you were the cutest fat baby ever,” I teased, leaning over to try to pinch his cheeks. He swatted my hand away and laughed.
“Sorry, no pictures. I burned all of them when I was twelve anyway…” I gave him a horrified look, “I’m kidding, Esme! Geez! What kind of psycho child do you think I was?” I shrugged and took another sip of my drink.
“I’ll bet you read a lot. I can see you being a secret nerdy kid.”
“Nope, that was Taylor.”
“Well, then you were a hardcore video gamer.”
“That was Isaac. I really just played outside all of the time with the neighbors. I could build a mean fort.”
“Yeah, I bet you could,” I smiled, “Well, I hate to disappoint you, but I was a secret nerdy kid. I don’t think we would’ve gotten along very well as children.”
“Then that’s why we met in college. And by the way, the fact that you’re a nerd isn’t such a secret,” he said.
“Shut up! You’re such a brat today!” I exclaimed, trying to yank my feet off his lap but finding myself unable to do so as he held them tight in place.
“No, both of you shut up!” Gwen yelled, “We can’t hear the stupid stand-up comedian on TV!” And with that, I gave up on studying entirely and we went to join them in the living room.