One Hundred and Nineteen

"What?"

"Kim and I placed a bet on who you'd choose between us..." He explained but stopped when he noticed how surprised my eyes were.

"What?" I found myself asking again.

"Well. I was with the boys when Kim mentioned he could pull any of the girls in our class...and someone else said he couldn't pull you 'cause you didn't speak to anyone but Casey and Nick agreed with the guy, but then, Kim said he'd prove it. He said he would ask you out and you'd say yes and he'll bring back evidence...and so I kinda told him you'd rather go out with me than him...and we placed a bet on it."

I listened to him explain more with my jaw dropped to the floor.

"So you..." The words hung in my throat unwilling to be spoken but I forced it out."You only started dating me because of your bet with Kim? Did you ask me out to win a bet?"I couldn't believe it.

My heart throbbed against the walls of my chest, a feeling half anger and half pain filling me up.

"No," he answered softly."I didn't ask you out because of...no...see, this is why I've never mentioned this, 'cause I knew you might misunderstand it this way. I liked you before I even had the bet with him, but hearing what he wanted to do just made me act faster 'cause I didn't want him to get to you first."

I left him standing alone and went and sat at the edge of my made bed. Now that I thought of it, Kim kept coming at me with intentions, and he found humor in it every time.

"Sorry I didn't tell you about it," he came and sat on the floor near where I sat, resting his right hand on one of my thighs.

My breath hitched when he did that. It was like an electric spark. It made me realize how long it had been without his touch. I wanted him to...

No, Julie. You don't want him to do shit. You shouldn't. You're going to be mad at him like you plan to be.

"C'mon, I said I'm sorry," He rubbed my exposed thigh softly, making me exhale shakily. Maybe my aunt was right. Maybe I should stop wearing skirts well above my knees, maybe I wouldn't be getting turned on by Uche's touch.

"Don't," I managed to force a word after clutching my legs together to stop myself from feeling the way I was.

"I'm not falling for that. You're asking me not to apologize now and later, you'll use it against me in an argument and say I didn't say sorry for what I did." I blinked with every word that left his lips. Did he really not know what he was doing to me?

Nah, he knew. He knows very well what he does to me. No way he didn't know. I can't tell if my small ass was just horny or if his hands got softer but I just wanted them to go higher up my thighs.

Fuck, he could hear my thoughts. His hand trailed up my thighs slowly while he asked:

"You're quiet again. Are we cool now?" He bit his lips hard after asking and I could only imagine he was thinking of the same thing I was.

He wanted me as much as I wanted him, I couldn't be wrong on this one."You're being manipulative right now," I said to let him know I knew perfectly well what he was doing.

"Am I?" His voice got deeper and he took his hand under my skirt, sitting up and kneeling after to reach my lips.

He kissed my chin softly, and then my neck. My breathing lost its coordination immediately. I closed my eyes and opened my legs slightly for his fingers to play under my skirt.

"Mmn," I moaned when he rubbed his thumb against my clit through my light cotton underwear.

"I've missed you," his voice rang in my ears after his lips left my neck for my face again. His lips finally found mine. He sucked on my lower lip tenderly, it made me clasp my thighs, trapping his hand between my legs.

He wasn't fingering me yet, he was being slow, playing with his fingers over my panty, rubbing gently, and making my little bean erect. I wanted to kiss him back but I knew he might take that as me wanting to be in control of what was happening, and I didn't want that.

I wanted him to take his time and continue what he was doing; building up my hormones and making me want to ride his face.

He withdrew his hand from under my skirt and used both hands now to cup my face. I opened my eyes and saw him smiling.

"What?" I asked like I didn't know what.

"Nothing. I just missed you." He said and leaned in to kiss me more intentionally. I closed my eyes again and let myself go. His tongue found mine and I couldn't hold back anymore, so I kissed him back.

We took our time sucking the breath out of each other and he decided to let me breathe. He ended the kiss by biting on my lower lip, slowly and gently dragging it with his tip till he lost grasp of it.

My face was still in his palms as we took heavy breaths and suddenly, unexpectedly, my aunt threw my door open and walked in. Uche immediately let go of me and stood on his feet.

"Mmn," He cleared his throat and stood weirdly next to where I sat.

My aunt's eyes accessed the entire room in seconds then she stared at me and Uche, exchanging glances at us between intervals.

"I'm going to order dinner tonight. I already asked Nick, he chose Mexican food. So what about you, Chinese or Mexican?" My aunt asked. After her silent evaluation.

"Chinese," I answered and she nodded before turning to Uche.

"Will you stay for dinner?" 

He nodded, "Dad doesn't come home till ten."

"Okay. Chinese or..."

"Chinese," Uche answered before she finished her question.

"Okay." She nodded again and turned to leave.

"Lock the door," I told Uche and just when he was headed for it, my aunt came back.

"The door stays open." She said with finality in her voice, letting me know it wasn't up for debate.

After I heard her head downstairs, I groaned and fell back on my bed. Uche stood in the middle of the room, his hand at the back of his neck.