On the Plus Side

It was a cute little country house. The huge, screened-in front porch took over much of the front yard. There was a short driveway that met what looked to be a converted garage and overgrown gardens with broken garden statues. Sure it could use some maintenance, but it felt comfy. It felt like a home should feel. It was everything I imagined it would be.

Behind the house, led by a long gravel road that ran beside the house, was a massive garage. There were a few broken down cars waiting to go in and old tires lying around. I could smell the motor oil and rubber from the front yard and it instantly reminded me of Devin. It was weird to see where he worked and lived, but it somehow made me feel closer to him. I liked it.

There wasn’t anyone home, so I didn’t feel so nervous when he asked me if I wanted to come in for a minute. His house was welcoming and warm. I followed him to his bedroom and stood in the doorway while he searched his room for his wallet.

I couldn’t help but smile. The room was so…Devin. There was a big bed in the middle of the room with green bedding. There were car pictures on the wall and a pin up calendar that I couldn’t help but notice. I wanted to hate the skinny sex kitten that stared back at me from the calendar, but she was just too damn pretty to hate.

Devin noticed what I was staring at and for a second I thought I saw him blush.

“Ah, here it is!” he said as he held up his wallet.

He spun around to face me and no matter how hard I tried I couldn’t wipe the goofy smile off my face.

“What’s so funny?” he asked.

“Nothing, it’s just this room is so…you. It’s exactly how I pictured it in my mind.”

“You’ve pictured my bedroom in your mind?” he asked with a smirk.

He tilted his brow, questioning me in his all-too sexy way that drives me crazy.

I felt my face heat up. Devin walked closer and stood in front of me.

“Have you?” he asked again and his voice was lower, darker.

He reached up and tucked my hair behind my ear and then let his fingertip run down the side of my neck.

“I—I—don’t,” I stuttered.

I could think of nothing else to say. Once again I was knocked speechless. Real nice! I might as well tell him that I’ve imagined him naked in his bed at night.

He cupped the back of my neck and moved a little closer.

You have, haven’t you?” He moved closer like a predator on the prowl. I had never felt so small, as his large frame overwhelmed me.

“Tell me,” he whispered against the side of my mouth. His lips tickled before I felt his hot tongue run along the seam of my lips.  

“Yes,” I blurted out.

My eyes fluttered shut and I knew I was a goner. Man he was good at this stuff. I was way out of my league with this sex crap.

“When you imagine my bedroom, am I in my bed?” I felt his other hand work its way up my side.

“Sometimes,” I squeaked.

“Well, sometimes, when you picture me in my bed, am I alone or are you with me?”

“I’m with you.” My voice sounded foreign.

I softly nibbled my bottom lip.

“Am I naked?”

Again he teased my mouth with his tongue and I released my bottom lip from my teeth. Softly, he sucked the spot on my bottom lip where my teeth had been digging in seconds before.

I never gave my answer. Instead, I gave in and pulled him closer to me. I pressed my lips against his and kissed him. He responded immediately. He pulled me farther into his room and shut the bedroom door behind us. I felt my back against the door when he slowly walked me backward.

His tongue slipped into my mouth, causing me to purr out loud. I met his tongue with mine and he shocked me as he sucked the tip of my tongue and pressed his body harder against mine.

I was coming undone. Every part of my body was tingling and I needed something, anything, to happen at that point.

Out of nowhere, there was a loud rumbling noise coming from outside that scared me. I pulled away.

“What’s that?” I asked.

He inhaled then exhaled deeply while leaning his forehead against mine.

“That would be my dad out in the garage. The loud rumbling noise would be an old truck that we’ve been working on for the last week. My guess is… it’s fixed.”

I didn’t meet his dad that night. Instead, we left quickly and spent the rest of the night out.

After that night, I was taken to his house more often.  Every time we went there no one was ever home. He gave me a tour of the garage out back and showed me a few of the cars he was working on.