Jeremiah shivers. I pullback and take in the picture. His penis is a beautiful thing. His thick shaft is a special treat. It is time to fully indulge myself. I greedily take in the tip again then slowly make my way down. Once I have him in my mouth as fully as I can take him in this car, I ya my hand to grip his base. I stroke him at the same pace. Slowly at first. The tempo get more ravenous with each passing. The hand and mouth working in tandem with pleasuring Jeremiah the sole goal. I wrap my tongue around his cock and increase the pressure. I quicken the pace and feel the pulsing that happens right before a man comes. Screaming my name, pulling off the road to regroup, Jeremiah pants and struggles to regain his control.
Jeremiah is holding my hand as we are well, stuck on the Pacific Coast Highway.apparently everyone is looking to get into it out of Malibu. He won’t tell me where we are headed. So I do what every turned on, sexed up, horny young woman who is staring luxuriously at one scrumptious morsel of man does. I reach over cup his face, then kissed his cheek. I kiss his jaw and lower to his neck and kiss again. I take my time, lean in farther and take long inhale. His scent envelopes me. I cradle in the crook of his neck. Realizing my luck that he is wearing a button up Hawaiian style shirt, I kiss at the v his top button. I lick a little and he shudders. Power surges through me and makes me bold. I feel the heady with energy abuzz in my system.
Taking the power further in, I tackle button after button as I flick his skin making my way down. He is halfheartedly trying to get me to stop. Keeping his eyes on the road takes all his focus. A quick nibble and suck as I reach his pants. I look up to see the struggle in his eyes. I just can’t help myself. I haven’t actually done this before. With a glint in my eye and a devious mind, I release the button and smile as the sound of his pants being unzipped. This girl is having a great day, Jeremiah is going commando! I grab his cock. It is hard and waiting to be fully free of his pants.
His cock in hand, I adjust his pants and his pulsing lollipop has come out to play. I again glance up just as Jeremiah glances down. Our eyes lock for a moment, then his focus is back on the road. Then his other little eye looks like it might be crying. Oh my special treat, let me take care of you. I lick the tip of his rod where a bit of precum. I slowly lick up the slit. The salty taste of man adheres to my tongue. I allow my tongue to swirl the head a few times. I hear a growl. Clearly, Jeremiah is onboard for this game. Open further to take in his wide rod. One hand is at the base of his cock. The other has grabbed his balls and lightly tickled their way up his cock.
Jeremiah looked me over with those obsidian eyes. Clearly reading my mind, “I ran into Hannah on my way out.” That explains it. “Did you even sleep last night?” I respond quickly, “Not much. Sleep is overrated.” I won’t tell him I got a whopping zero minutes of sleep. People always think it is weird. It is clear that he still harbors some concern. Not sure how to get him comfortable, I start to fidget as his assessment continues. I can fell his eyes caressing my body head to toe. Then he smiles at me. I take the donut and coffee he still has in his hand. I take a large bite of my donut gazing at his body which rivals my donut in deliciousness.
“So, I was thinking we could spend the day together,” exclaims the all too hot man in front of me grabbing the back of his neck and pulling. His clear uncertainty has me excited. Well he hasn’t been scared away yet. I recline slightly to get a better view to assess him. Jeremiah is leaning on my dresser.
Jeremiah stands reaches his hand out and waits for me to grab it. What am I waiting for? Why do weary? Rena you know you love an adventure. Ready! Set! Go! My eyes meet his and I put my hand on his. The excitement has me near to shaking. I am always ready to go. I sure hope that I won’t be disappointed.
We reach Jeremiahs 1971 AMC Javelin. A color that can i it be called cherry red but AMC was too unoriginal to call it anything but Trans-Am red. I mean reality red or roaming red or yeah anhthungelse. How did a car this sexy end up with such a horrible color moniker. I did always have a thing for bad boys with classic pony cars. I mean if it wasn’t true before it is now. This boy is hot! I nearly trip on my tongue as I take in the boy and the car. This is going to be a brilliant day.
I make it back to the house to Jeremiah but was no longer there. I search him out in the large home, I just can’t find him. I go outside and his car is gone. Into the shower I head. Why would he leave? I had plans for him. Spending the day was my agenda. Now I will spend my weekend alone. I am sure that no one understands a demi-god. I discard my clothes in a pile on the floor as I step into the shower. My body aches and I am feeling emotionally raw as I turn on the water. The hot water strikes my body with the force made to take down a giant then is cascades over my body. The heat overwhelms and I take two steps back until my knees hit the cold tile and drops me to the seat. As soon as I am out of the spray, I miss the punishment it grants me. He left me. He just left me. No one stays for me. Why doesn’t anyone stay? I stand. I reach for my abuse as I walk under the water again. I adjust the head and I fold into the floor as a torrent of tears overtakes me.
The scalding water turns my skin bright red. My mind wonders how the one love of my life could just walk away so quickly. How could he not know that he is my one, my completion? Just like always, the ones I love leave me. Even now Han has left me in my greatest time of need. She should be here. How could she just not come home in this serious time of need? She hates you. She always has. My parents probably pay her to continue on as my friend. I can trust her. She stays around just to watch me. My parents keep her here as there lackey. She doesn’t really care if. I need to put her off my game. This is why she isn’t here. She is trying to make me look bad. She wants me to fail. My parents just want me to come home.
What was that? Is there someone in my room? I slide up the wall. I remain quite and my tears dry up. I leave the shower running. I open the door and quietly step out of the shower. Grabbing a towel I head to the closet in my enormous bathroom. I get to the door and step quickly in. There is definitely someone in my room. “Rena,” the voice below. “Rena? Are you in the shower?” I know the voice. “Jeremiah,” I question. “I went to get us some coffee and breakfast. I thought for sure I would make it back before you missed me,” he stated. His voice calm with no awareness of how sad I was without him. “I just got out of the shower. The noise scared me.” The bathroom door is opened quickly. He gives me a once over. “I really did scare you.”
In a couple quick strides, he makes his way to the shower to turn it off. He turns and heads to me. He grabs me by the back of my neck, bends to me and kisses my head and slowly dries me off. I choose my clothes and Jeremiah and his mystery leads me to my bed, sits me down and hands me a chocolate cream donut and a peppermint mocha. How does he know what I like so much? He brought me all my favorites.
The sun rose and the light invaded. I rose with no sleep. I walked to the closet pulled out my running shoes and workout clothes. I quickly readied myself and wrote Jeremiah a note. This part of town was safe. We lived on the beach. My dad was a tech billionaire. I say we loosely. This was our beach home. My parents only came to visit a couple of times a year. They purchased this home when I got accepted into Pepperdine. I was quickly out the door and down to the beach path. I wasn’t sure just how long I was going to run but it was likely going to be a long one since it was five in the morning.
I loved when I had all this extra energy. I was never quite sure where I got it or how long it would last but I felt alive. It seemed electricity was buzzing right below the surface of my skin. Sometimes I couldn’t help but itch. I began my run with one step in front of the other. My pace quickened and my mind ran at the same pace. I hoped this hard pace would wear out my mind as well as my body. The harder I pushed the louder my thoughts grew. Last week I ran in to Sarah, she smiled but I am sure she hates me. I know that she is out to make Hannah leave me. Why does is Hannah still my friend. I always disappoint her. I left without her again, maybe that is that last step. She is going to leave me my only friends. Finals are next week. I don’t need to study. I am so smart. I am special. I am made for something great. I might be a demi-god. The fact that I don’t have to study and always pass, clearly means that I am smarter than humans and I must be something more. This is why Sarah is trying to tear Hans and I apart. She is jealous. She wishes she was a demi-god. The thoughts went on and on as I ran. Instead of getting more quiet, they grew louder, Why can’t I get my mind to shut up. I just want a little peace. I can’t wait to get back to Jeremiah. I was able to quiet my head with him.
Managing to make it to my place before Jeremiah, I ran and did a quick clean. I grabbed my toys and set them out. Just in case we wanted them. I rushed to the door when it knocked. Jeremiah grinned his full wattage smile. Those lips, that smile had me thinking about how they feel all over me. Those deep chestnut eyes roam my body and his smile turns into a knowing grin. Before I knew what to do, he has grabbed the back of my neck coming in until our foreheads touch. Charged air fills the room. Our breath mingles. His eyes deepen and his face turns serious. Seeking my truth his gaze digs for something more. He licks his lips and exhales, “Serena, I am glad I have you to myself tonight. I hope tonight never ends.” Then the wave of passion was pressed upon me as his lips crashed into mine.
Tonight was all about need. I needed this. I needed this rough and scary. I needed to lose all control. My hands roams up his chiseled body, wrapped around his neck and grabbed his hair. I pulled him colored and harder and our teeth clashed. I bit the lip he lick. His finders entwined in mine and he pulled me back. The heated look focused on me gave chills. God I hoped that tonight never did end. “You will be mine,” Jeremiah growled. His hurried hands explored my body finally cupping my breasts. The shirt was removed quickly by one super horny girl. Yeah that super horny girl was me. I wanted more and more. I was famished but drowning in a sea. Wait….How will I be his? Who am I kidding? Just don’t stop!
Not ready to disappoint, Jeremiah didn’t stop. No he kept going. My body sang as he pinched a nipple or licked my neck. It was like last night was all about an intro class and tonight he decided to skip the advanced course and move straight to expert. I moaned and screamed and pleaded for more. More of what you might ask. Oh you know like everything. He pulled my hair, sucked my pussy, lavished on my breasts and fucked me in just about all my holes. I wanted more of it all. Oh and let’s not forget the toys but moving you on. This lasted until we were exhausted. Then we showered and the energy was back. We continued on. Finally we were stretched out on my king sized bed. My orange striped comforter half on us. Jeremiah’s eyes were drooping and he was off to sleep has I looked out my window at the sun coming up.
I have had a hard time writing about my experience in my journal. Writing about myself some how in my mind makes those things real forever. Writing it down makes me deal with biggest sources of shame to the forefront. Once I write it down, I must own it. Truly, I don’t think I want take stock on jet how out of control I was. I do need to sort it all up. So my mind started to weave a story for me. It is a way I can come to terms with aspects of my past in a less abrasive way. So I would think about the main character and I started to dream her. While there are some things in this story that are 100% me. There is a lot of friends and learning more about what it means to be bipolar. Also learning what manic looks like to others. So while I hope one day that a crap ton of people will find this story interesting and read it. I am hoping that writing this book will help me process my past and help me move forward with my life.
I see the moment when blue eyes makes his choice and his mouth come crashing into mine. Yes, blue eyes, yes. Oh this is gonna be fun. My little pixie glides her tiny fingers up my stomach to my breasts. The tremble her digits create only increases my excitement. The tug on my hair by blue eyes catches my attention. The push and pull of my attention that these two are providing invigorates me. Soon we are on the bed in a tumble limbs removing clothes. I am lost in the passion and the thrill.
Once all three were satisfied, it is time to move on. Fully clothed again. Kissing the head of the pixie and blue eyes, I turn on my heels and seek out Hannah, seeing her I wave. Hannah is standing with Evan from her Business Law class. She looks so good with him. Seeing she is doing fine. Seeking more trouble she saw Jeremiah sitting on the couch. Maybe he can become my new favorite toy. Making my way through the crowded floor. plopping down next to Jeremiah. “Hey handsome. Any plans for the night?” Quick with a response, “I do now. Let’s get out of here.”
Pulling him up, I look at Hannah and wave her over. She is still with Evan. “Evan can get you home right?” Yep. I knew that I was getting that look. I really need to stop doing this to her. She may be my last friend. Evan nodded. “Rena, this has to be the last you do this. I can’t keep doing this. Watching you do this again and again. I worry about you.” Looking at the sadness in Hannah’s eyes made her want to change. If only I could. I reached for Jeremiah’s hand and asked, ” Your place or mine? Did you bring your car?” He had brought his car and my place it was. Apparently, Jeremiah didn’t want to share tonight.
Slowly stirring she opens each eye in a leisurely fashion. Slowly exposing her hazel with bright green fleets. Her toned, tanned harms stretch above her head. While noticing her naked body, the weight draped across her becomes apparent. Where am I? The furnishings are sparse. Definitely a college guys place.
As the memories from the night before flood her. A voice breaks through the noise clambering through her head. “Hey there sexy lady, ” the velvety baritone voice mutters. Crap. Crap. Crap. What is his name? I can’t even blame alcohol this time. How did I manage to do this again? Yes again! Don’t judge me! I pursue the sexy man beside me. Clearly, he cares about the way he looks. The tall man beside her is chiseled. His skin is is light next to mine. Wow than man is yummy.
Realizing that there is another body in the bed. Reminder to self, always ask for names. So much less embarrassing. Finally able to speak, “This might sound silly but what are your names? I am Serena. I am pretty sure we didn’t exchange names.” A pair of piercing blue eyes and a wide smile that brings out one adorable dimple. “I am Alex and he is Jeremiah. No we didn’t exchange names Serena.” Still looking at those enchanting eyes. Yep. I know how I ended up here. His shaggy dirty blonde hair catches my attention. I lift my hand to run my finger through his lovely locks. By the look he is giving me, it is clear he isn’t sure what to make of me. Who does this? A little unnerved by his focus.
Turning my head I take in Jeremiah. I languidly take in his body. Delicious! No no, Serena! It is always and I mean always bad to wake up with two naked men you don’t know. I didn’t remember their names. I am going to hell, I want a repeat of last night. Jeremiah is opposite from hunky Alex. Jeremiah has black adjacent hair with curls. His darker skin looks sun kissed. His eyes are the darkest brown I have ever seen. His curls fall on his forehead as he shifts his face to me. Once we meet eyes his precarious smile breaks through.
These two are a dangerous duo. My heart flutters looking in Jeremiah’s eyes. He is breathtaking. I look back to Alex,”Well fellas, I am happy to finally be properly introduced.” Well this is awkward! I have got to stop this. So what is the protocol for this? Do I do the walk of shame twice? Whatever this is, I am going with it.
Just as I am about to stumble of the bed with my feet wrapped in the sheets, strong arms wrap around me. Graceful. I am pulled back in by the tall man that was sitting next to me by the name of Alex. I wind up facing Jeremiah and getting spooned by Alex who is now nibbling my neck. A giggle leaves my lips and chills are running down my spine in anticipation. Jeremiah has pulled in for a deep and steamy kiss and this will be round four. The memories from last night are giving me hope for the next few…we’ll however long it takes. In for a penny in for a pound. Truly if there have already been three rounds, does four really make a difference? Shame is the last thing on my mind. As I dive into a kiss that was hard and passion filled with sexy Jeremiah. Soon she was drowning in the caress of two men. What a way to start the day.
I can smell the shame on me. This always happens as I come home. Looking in the mirror not sure of who is looking back at me. How do I always do this? Not sure how she made every bad decision possible. She stripped down and climbed in the shower. Like always I don’t know who the person is in the mirror. Stripped naked of the offending clothes they lay in a pile at my feet. I reach for the door to make sure it is locked. I step into the shower before I let the tears fall. Hoping that the water will wash away last
night and the early day. The tile is still cold as I brace my arm against it. I pluck my head against my arm and let the tears stream. How many times? Allowing myself to wallow for only a little.
Pulling on my jeans and hoody for the day, I bolt to the car keys in hand, picking up a granola bar and a soda along the way. The backpack is full and in the car. I have to pick up Hannah and I need to fly if we are going to make it to Econ 200 on time.
Me-Hey, on my way.
Hannah-Where did you go last night?
Hannah-Do I even want to know?
Me-Probably not. We can talk once I pick you up for class.
“Hannah, you gotta hurry. We are gonna be late,” I bellow as she comes running to the car. “Thanks for the ride. My mom’s car gets out of the shop tomorrow.” Making our way to campus in a rush, I tell Hannah all there is to know about the Jeremiah and Alex situation. “Seriously,” she sighs, “how do you have all this energy after hardly any sleep? I’d be a wreck after four hours of sleep.” I am sure this week I have only slept 10 hours and today is Thursday.
Hannah rolls her eyes as we reach the school parking lot. “Rena, I worry about you. One of these days you are gonna go home with the wrong guy. You might really get hurt. Just think about it next time. Cause if there is anything I know about you, it is that there will be a next time.” I give her the look that says I hear you. Go I love my best friend. We walk to class and take a seat. Time to get into some Economics. Finals are next week.
Ah, supply side shift and how it changes consumer behavior. If that doesn’t sound fun then the graph that goes with it will have you clawing your eyes. Sitting three rows back and 5 chairs in I try to pay attention. Last night no longer weighs heavy on my heart, it is giving fuel to my mind. In the front row sits Ryan. Black as night tresses fall into his eyes. The beautiful curls have me imagining my hands running through them.
I lick the curve of his tribal tattoo as I slowly make my way back to his mouth. Grabbing his hair I tug it back. Searching his emerald eyes for his permission. I dive to his lips and slowly line the luscious lips with my tongue. His lips part making way as I plunge in for a deep, hard, hurried kiss. His eyes open wide and his arms wrap around me pulling me in.
Pushing him on his back, my legs cross over him. I straddle him on the floor. Removing his grey t-shirt to gain better access to his muscled body, I rub my hands across his rippling chest. I lower myself into his neck and I smell his scent. His tanned body is calling me like a siren. So I slowly look down his chest. I reach for his belt and unfasten the clasp.
“Serena, where did you go?” Hannah implores. “Class is over, get your stuff.” I shake my head to get the vision out of my head. “I was dreaming of Ryan over there,” I state as my haze starts lifting. “Oh my god, Rena! He has a girlfriend. Also weren’t you getting yourself into enough trouble last night?” Hannah contends. I am not really sure what her point is. I mean we were all adults. Plus who cares if they have girlfriends. Smugly I state, “His girlfriend can join us. She is hot too.” The disgusted look on Hannah tells me all I need to know.
“All right, so what are we up to tonight?” I ask. “Wow, just, wow, Rena. Aren’t you tired after last night? I can’t imagine you are ready for more tonight'” she shakes her head in disbelief. ” Tonight is pre-Friday, Hans. Or as you like to call it, Thursday. I have energy to spare. I can’t sleep. I neeeeed to get out. Come on, Hans! You know it will be fun,” pressing for a yes to a night of fun. “Fine, Rena! No ditching me this time. We go together and leave together. There is a party down fraternity row. We can check it out.” Hannah gives me the I am not joking if I get left again, I might actually kill you look. I have totally seen that look. Sad to say it comes out often. I am so lucky she is my best friend.
For the week I have struggled with transitioning. I know where the story is going but not sure how to get her there. Then there are things I am figuring out that I now need to go back and fix. So I figured I would write a little about how things are progressing. We have finals and a trip ahead, how does my manic character get through it all.