The Silver Lining by Jennifer Raygoza Page A

knocked over your makeup, and hair stuff. No biggie.”
    She looked me up and down. I was partially wet, just standing there in a towel.
    “Can I squeeze by and just grab my hairbrush?” she asked, still checking me out.
    I could have moved, but I didn’t want to. She started to slowly work her way around me, all the while never breaking eye contact. I couldn’t help the way I felt, when she looked at me that way. I lightly pushed my body weight forward, backing her up against the sink counter.
    “James,” she cried out almost in a whisper.
    I remained silent. I lifted her up and placed her on the sink counter, spreading her legs apart with mine. She placed one hand on my chest to stop me. I lifted her hand up and placed the tip of her finger in my mouth, slowly sucking on it. I looked up to see her lip quivering. Her breathing was hard and her hand I was holding, was now shaking. I dropped her hand, and gripped her waist, pulling her body more into me so that I was planted right between her legs. A sharp, breathy moan pushed out of her.
    “I can’t. I can’t do this with you,” she said, almost too low to hear.
    I remained silent, as I reached up and ran my fingers from her neck, down to her cleavage. She closed her eyes and tilted her head to the side. It was obvious that she enjoyed every touch she received from me. It was also pretty obvious that I enjoyed every touch I gave her. I leaned in and trailed kisses down from her ear to her neck. I heard her moan again. She placed both of her hands firmly on my chest this time, and lightly pushed me back.
    I stayed still, waiting for her next move. I stared at her while she kept her eyes closed. Her chest was taking in and releasing air at an insanely fast pace. I just needed her to drop her hands. Tell me it’s okay. If she dropped her hands she wanted this as bad as I did. I know she did. Why was she holding back? I waited patiently as I stared at her. I wasn’t sure if seconds or minutes passed, but it happened. She opened her eyes and dropped her hands, and that’s all I needed.
    I rushed her mouth, crashing my tongue into hers. It was different than when I kissed the girl at the bar. She was passion, that other girl was just lust. We were in the moment, lost in kissing when the sound of the phone rang. I felt her try to pull away, but I wouldn’t let her. If that phone didn’t stop ringing I was going to smash it with a damn hammer. I didn’t want this to stop. It felt too good. She felt too good. Finally the phone quit ringing. I felt her hand lower to the towel around my waist. She was slowly trying to pull it off, when that damn phone started ringing again. She pulled back.
    “I should get that. It could be important,” she said, wiping her mouth. She ran out of the bathroom.
    I nodded, and stood there with blue balls that felt the size of watermelons. I wanted her so bad. If I didn’t have to get to this class soon, masturbation would be an option at this point. I sighed and grabbed my dick. “Calm down, boy. It’s not happening,” I muttered. If kissing her caused that much of a spark inside me, I could just imagine what the sex would feel like. I closed the door and dug into that big bag of clothes. I threw on a white tee, some blue jeans and a pair of brown construction boots I found. To my surprise everything actually fit. I wasn’t ready for what was about to happen when I came out. I slowly walked by her room to catch her throwing stuff in a bag. She paced back and forth and frantically grabbed things from different areas of the room.
    “What’s going on? Going somewhere?” I asked, confused.
    “It’s my mom. She’s getting worse. I’m headed down to Mexico, now.”
    I could see the worry in her eyes. She was weeping as she slammed clothes into her bag.
    “Do you need help? What can I do?”
    “Just stay here and watch the place, would you.” She paused. “I can’t believe I trust you enough to say that. I don’t even care right