Toxic Bad Boy(42)
“Thanks,” she replied knowingly, as if it wasn’t news to her. “See you later, Christina.”
“Have fun!” Christina said before closing the door behind us.
I followed Norah down the stairs to my car. She clapped her hands together in excitement as I opened her door. “I love your car!”
I got that a lot in the past from girls. Once I’d settled behind the wheel, I asked, “Where to?”
“Why don’t you surprise me?”
Was this girl expecting romance? Before Gianna I hadn’t done romance. I wasn’t sure I could fake it. “Hungry?”
“Can we eat Chinese?”
What was up with girls wanting Chinese food this week? I supposed Panda Express wouldn’t cut it with Norah, so I drove to a restaurant I liked near my mom’s place.
We sat in a booth across from each other. She reached out to hold my hand. I went with it even though it felt wrong, as if my hand was rejecting the person it belonged to.
“I’ve never dated a guy younger than me, but there’s this connection between us,” she said. Two years wasn’t that big of a deal. The age difference between me and Claudette had been larger. Not that the relationship with Claudette had been dating. More like banging as often as possible.
“I’ve dated older,” I assured her.
“See! There’s something about you that’s so much more mature than other guys. It shows in your paintings.”
Nobody had said that about them before. Perhaps she was seeing what she wanted. The waiter showed up with drinks and took our order. While we waited for our food, Norah asked lots of questions about my art. I was impressed by her knowledge of art history. She knew more than me, for sure.
“What are you planning to do after high school?” she asked between bites. “Art school?”
“I’m not sure yet.” I’d planned on going to college wherever Gianna did. Now, who knew? Maybe I’d skip college altogether.
“How about you? Do you plan to get your masters?”
“I haven’t decided. It depends on how I feel about it when the time comes and what’s going on in my personal life.” Her eyes held mine and I suspected she was hoping I’d be her personal life.
I changed the subject. “Do you want to see a movie?”
“I don’t know what’s out right now. Did you have one in mind?”
“No. We could pick whichever one starts soonest after we get there.”
“Sounds good.”
I paid the bill, grabbing her hand to lead her out of the restaurant. No matter the past with Gianna or what the future held, I’d live in this moment, with this girl. At least she wasn’t in love with someone else. Tonight, she’d chosen me.
We got tickets to a comedy I’d never heard of, picking seats in the back row. On a Monday night the theater was practically empty. Ten minutes into the movie, I realized the film had probably bombed at the box office. It was complete crap.
Fifteen minutes into the movie, we were making out.
Thirty minutes into the movie, Norah was on my lap.
By the time the movie was over, I’d fingered her to orgasm.
She’d wanted to blow me, but I’d insisted we wait until we got back to her apartment. Her roommate hadn’t waited up and I followed Norah into her bedroom. It was decorated in different shades of purple and gray. Lights strung up above her headboard were already lit.
She slowly began stripping off her dress. I’d seen her tits in the dark theater, but the view now was even better in the glow of her room. Like her ass, they weren’t as perfect as Gianna’s, but I’d enjoyed sucking on them earlier.
A memory of another striptease flashed through my mind, causing an actual physical ache in my chest. I shoved it away with everything other thought of the girl I loved who didn’t love me back.
Norah’s panties were next and I saw the landing strip I’d only felt with my fingers earlier. The hair was dark and I couldn’t help wishing it were blond.
Stop thinking of Gianna!
She sauntered closer, still in her heels, still having a great walk. Her fingers worked on the buttons of my shirt, giving my chest little kisses. Her silky hair brushed against my arms.
The wrong color!, my mind screamed.
The wrong girl!, my heart joined in.
My cock didn’t care. It hadn’t felt anything but my hand since last October. I slipped off my shoes as Norah’s hands moved to my belt. “You’re so hot, Caleb.”
It was polite to return the compliment. “So are you.”
“I’m so glad we met,” she said, smiling up at me.
Her smile was too wide. Her lips not full enough. Her eyes not blue.
A soft hand reached inside my pants.