Boys and Girls, Part III: Can't Stay Away

Chapter 8 – Kiss Me

“What the hell are you drinking?”

Jacy took another swig of a tan-colored, gloopy drink. “Power smoothie.”

Ryan prided himself on never having to consume that stuff to pump him up. Jason occasionally took in that shit, but Ryan couldn’t understand why Jacy was ingesting it.

“Is that actually satiating?” he asked, as he studied his econ notes.

“No,” Jacy answered. “But all I have to do is pretend that it’s a greasy cheeseburger.”

“Or you could eat a greasy cheeseburger.”

“I can’t,” Jacy replied, with the barest tinge of desperation in her voice.

Ryan turned to face her and regarded her with concern. “Are you dieting?”

“A little,” she answered in a small voice.

“Honey,” he began, “you do not have to diet. You’re beautiful.”

Jacy gave Ryan a shy smile. “Thanks, but you’re the only guy who thinks so.”

“That’s 'cause other guys are dickheads, Jacy. I hope you end up with a guy smart enough to realize how precious you are.”

Jacy’s gaze fell. Ryan was worried that she was going to cry on him, but instead, Jacy lifted her head again and took a long swig from the nasty-looking drink with a smile on her face. Ryan chuckled, shaking his head.

Two weeks had passed since the fight with Lani. Ryan had missed her terribly but didn’t have the courage to call her up and apologize. As he thought back to the argument, he realized how selfish he had acted. He knew Lani’s situation, and he had exploited her emotions to further his own agenda. He didn’t want to lose her. He figured since he had been the perpetrator, he’d wait for Lani to initiate communication. She probably needed a little more time to cool off from the exchange.

“Is that your homework?” Jacy asked from over Ryan’s shoulder.

He turned around. “Yes.”

“How do you get through that? It’s all numbers and charts and stuff.”

“Aren’t you the one who reads Newsweek all the time?”

Jacy rolled her eyes. “Yeah, but there are pictures in that.”

Ryan turned completely to face Jacy. “What is your major anyway, Jacy? For someone who brags about how smart she is, I’ve never seen you do homework.”

“I’m a music major,” she answered proudly.

“As in ‘your homework is singing?’”

Jacy frowned. “It’s more that just singing. I have to be able to read notes and comprehend musical theory.”

“Can you sing something for me right now?” he asked, very interested.

“I sang for you in the hospital,” she replied.

“I was doped up. And I only got to hear you humming show tunes. I want to hear a real song from you, Jacy.”

Jacy blushed. “No! I only perform at concerts.”

“I’ll pay you,” he joked.

Jacy shook her head. “You won’t have enough money for what I’ll demand.”

“I didn’t say I’d pay you money.”

“Then what?” she asked suspiciously.

“I don’t know,” he replied, shrugging his shoulders. “What do you want?”

Jacy observed Ryan closely to see if he was joking. Nothing on his face changed. He regarded her in all seriousness. Yet, he wasn’t prepared for what she was going to say next.

“A kiss,” she whispered.

Ryan did a double take. “Excuse me?”

Jacy’s brows furrowed, and she walked away, clearly distressed. “Never mind. It’s stupid!”

Ryan got up and limped hurriedly over to her side. He gently grabbed her arm and turned her around. “No, Jacy…I…I just didn’t hear you.” He regarded her earnestly. “You want a kiss from me, is that it?”

Jacy’s hazel eyes lowered in embarrassment. “Sort…of.”

Ryan smiled and lifted her chin up. He slowly bent his head and lowered his mouth to hers. Jacy had not been prepared for the kiss and squeaked in surprise as Ryan covered her lips with his own. Ryan could feel Jacy melting into his arms as the chaste kiss went on. She dipped her head to one side to accept more of him, and in turn, Ryan deepened the kiss but managed to keep his tongue out of her mouth.

Ryan was the first to pull back, and as he did, he glanced at Jacy’s still-surprised face in admiration. She really was adorable. Her breasts rose and fell with her heavy breaths. Ryan broke the silence first.

“What was in that smoothie, Jacy? I can’t believe you actually consume that stuff!” he complained, making a face.

Jacy’s jaw dropped and she hit Ryan in the arm. She laughed at the comment that completely broke the mood after the kiss but continued to smile afterwards. She grabbed her empty thermos and headed for Ryan’s door, still smiling.

“Hey,” he called out, stopping Jacy in her tracks, “what about my song?”

“I changed my mind,” Jacy answered. “I didn’t find the kiss satisfactory.”

“Your pants are on fire, Jacy,” Ryan taunted.

She turned her pert little nose up into the air. “Don’t be so sore about what I said. You’re still a good person, Ryan.”

She turned and left, and Ryan just laughed. He went back to his homework when a knock sounded not five minutes after Jacy left. It was probably Jacy again; she’d most likely thought of another good comeback that she couldn’t resist firing off to Ryan. He cursed at the idea of having to get up again. Aw, screw it.

“Door’s open.”

The knob turned. It wasn’t Jacy.

“Ryan?”

Goddamn it, Ryan thought. Why does my cock want to rise to full salute whenever I see this girl?

Lani walked in, wearing a short-sleeved hoodie with Aloha written across the chest and very short running shorts. Her long hair was pulled into a side ponytail. She regarded Ryan cautiously, as if she was afraid of him.

Ryan didn’t like that at all. “Hey, Lani.”

Her features showed relief at Ryan’s peaceful tone. She closed the front door behind her and walked further into his apartment. She stood shyly in front of him, her hands behind her back. She couldn’t hold consistent eye contact with him. Ryan thought her modesty was uncharacteristic, but cute, nonetheless.

“What’s up?” he asked.

“Just checking up on you,” she answered. “I haven’t seen you in a while.”

“Two weeks,” he added. “Did ya miss me?”

Lani rolled her eyes. “Yeah, sure I did.”

The pair regarded one another in awkward silence a little while longer. Ryan decided that he couldn’t take it anymore. “I’m sorry about the things I said, Lani. I don’t want to hurt you.”

Lani’s violet eyes sparkled with…something. Maybe she was grateful that Ryan had had the balls to apologize.

“I’m sorry too,” she replied.

Ryan shook his head as he got up from his seat. He winced slightly before walking toward Lani. “Except for telling me to fuck off, you didn’t say anything wrong.”

Lani shook her head. “But I shouldn’t have expected you to react to what I said, lying down. You’re a human being, Ryan, and I was completely insensitive to that.”

Ryan sighed. “I can’t believe I’m saying this Lani, but…” he hesitated, “…but I’ve realized that you and Hunter should probably stay together. You were right. I don’t know the whole story, and it’s not right for me to come to my own conclusions about how you guys feel about each other.”

Lani shifted uncomfortably, but Ryan continued with hesitation in his voice. “I hope we can still be friends, Lani…even if it means that you and he are together –

“He cheated on me, Ryan.”

Ryan froze. “He what?”

Lani’s eyes rose. Tears began to pool around those violet irises of hers. “He slept with someone else while he was in LA.”

Ryan’s mounting anger was only surpassed by his growing concern for the woman standing in front of him. He continued to listen in silence.

“He said,” she began, choking up, “that I didn’t pay enough attention to him. He said that I spent too much time with you, but…I was only trying to help you out, Ryan.” She squeaked out the last bit, and that was all Ryan needed to hear. He immediately pulled Lani into his strong arms. He ran his hands through her silky black hair and soothed her while she cried.

They stood like that for what seemed like hours but was really only minutes. Ryan suppressed the urge to cuss Hunter out in front of Lani because he didn’t want to upset her further. Eventually, her cries faded into sniffles. He pulled back to take in her face and wipe away the tears that marred her features by clouding her gorgeous violet eyes.

As his thumbs brushed the corners of her slightly tilted eyes, she stared back in silent admiration. Ryan wanted to kiss her so badly. But it would be inappropriate. He’d be taking advantage of Lani while she was in a very bad way, and –

All of those concerns flew out the window as Lani pulled her mouth over Ryan’s lips and kissed him.

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She was insatiable, but Ryan couldn’t have been happier. The girl he had been so desperately in love with was pursuing him! As Lani’s tongue slipped past Ryan’s lips, a low groan emerged from deep in his throat. She was a damn good kisser. As her tongue met his, she moved it around in teasing circles, licking his teeth and seeming to savor his taste in her mouth.

He groaned again – this time in displeasure – as she pulled back from the kiss, only to become delighted again as she led him by the hand to his bedroom. He limped happily the entire way. Once they were both completely inside, he shut the door behind them. As he turned around, Ailani was already in the process of unzipping her hoodie. Ryan sucked in a breath.

“Goddamn,” he managed. He glimpsed the tops of the most perfect breasts as they peaked over the cups of a nude-colored lace bra. She eyed him coquettishly before pulling the hoodie off completely and laying it across his desk chair. Then, she began pulling her running shorts down the entire length of her long, tan legs. She had on matching lace tangas underneath the shorts. Ryan glimpsed a pair of spectacularly plump ass cheeks below the panty lines.

He was pretty sure he was going to lose it soon.

Lani just stood there in her near-naked glory, apparently waiting for Ryan to make the first move. Only, Ryan couldn’t move. He could only stare in amazement at this beautiful girl and her fantastic body. Growing impatient with his ogling, Lani eventually closed the gap between the two.

She grabbed the bottom of Ryan’s navy blue polo and pulled it up. She rubbed her soft hand along the hard planes of his abdomen. Ryan gasped at the caress and decided he wanted more. He reached for the back of his shirt collar and pulled the polo up over his head.

Meanwhile, he felt movement down by his pants zipper. Lani had already occupied herself with stripping him down there, which he didn’t mind at all. She efficiently undid his button and yanked his zipper down. Ryan was wearing boxers but he was still pretty sure that his erection was obvious. When he heard Lani gasp, he knew for sure.

He let his pants fall to the ground and pulled Lani up by her arms. He shook his pants away and walked her over to his bed. When the back of her knees made contact with his mattress, she instinctively sat and pushed herself further up the bed. Her eyes never left Ryan.

Ryan was staring too. He couldn’t believe this beautiful creature was sitting atop his bed in nothing more than lingerie. Ryan didn’t want to pounce on her just yet…he wanted to savor the moment.

“Lani?” he asked.

“Yes?” she answered quietly.

“Touch yourself.”

Her eyes widened. “What?”

“I want you to touch yourself. Anywhere…everywhere.”

She hesitated briefly, but then he saw her hand slowly move toward her bra. With one hand, she unclasped it from the front, and two healthy, unmarred B-sized breasts popped out.

Ryan swore loudly.

Lani slid the bra off of her body and cupped both breasts with each of her hands. She squeezed them fiercely and brushed her nipples with her thumbs. They pebbled in response, and she gasped.

Ryan instinctively moved his hand inside of his boxers, where his throbbing dick was already threatening to explode. He stroked himself slowly.

Lani’s hands slowly traveled down her toned torso, past her navel, toward her nether region. She grabbed the waistband of her tangas and slipped them off in a teasing manner. Lani was cleanly shaven except for a thin strip of dark hair. Ryan began to increase his strokes. Lani licked her fingers and slowly dragged them lower…and lower.

Lani sat back against Ryan’s pillows and bent her legs at the knees. She spread her legs, so that Ryan could get a really good look at her.

She was just as beautiful down there as she was everywhere else. Her delicate fingers brushed up against her smooth, pink folds. Within seconds, the skin glistened with proof of Lani’s arousal. Ryan stroked his dick even faster than before. His breathing grew more labored.

“Why are you doing this to me, Lani?” he asked almost pleadingly.

Her expression remained serious despite Ryan’s obvious flurry of emotions. She just looked at him with those large, violet eyes, hoping that they wouldn’t need to talk right now.

Lani’s hand crept up to her tiny bud. She began rubbing it, and a small moan escaped from her lips. Despite the obvious show of pleasure on Lani’s face, she began to tear. Ryan was too busy pulling his shorts down to notice. If he wasn’t inside of Lani soon, he was going to die from over arousal.

He threw his boxers aside and walked over to his bed – his big, full erection bobbing in the air before him. He crawled onto his bed and over Lani.

And then he noticed it…she was…crying.

“Honey,” he began soothingly, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear, “why are you crying?”

She gazed at Ryan, teary-eyed and didn’t answer for a long time. “I’m so mad at him, Ryan.”

“Who? At Hunter?”

Lani nodded slowly. Ryan pulled back slightly and regarded Lani ruefully. He couldn’t believe what he was about to say. “I think I should take you back home, Lani.”

She looked stunned. “Why?”

Ryan got up, trying to hide the fact that his erection was growing more painful by the second. He winced as he bent down to put his boxers back on. He faced the wall and supported himself on one hand, trying to calm himself down.

He heard Lani rise from his bed. “Ryan, what’s wr-

“Put your clothes on,” he ordered.

Lani began choking up as she rose from the bed and began searching the floor for her things. Ryan closed his eyes, hoping that he hadn’t fucked things up irreparably by thinking with his dick, yet again.

He gave her a few minutes to get dressed and collected himself in the meantime. He threw his jeans and polo on just as Lani was zipping up her hoodie. She was still crying. He didn’t even make eye contact with her as he pulled his bedroom door open - a silent gesture for her to leave.

He followed her into the living room, where she turned abruptly. She didn’t look mad, but she did look confused and…hurt. He hated that.

“Did I do something wrong?” she asked in a small voice.

Ryan sighed deeply. “I’ll walk you home.”

“Answer me!” she demanded.

“No, okay? You did nothing wrong!” he answered hotly.

“Then what?”

He moved right in front of her and looked her dead in those ultraviolet eyes. “You’re pissed at Hunter right now. And you’re still clearly upset about all the shit he’s put you through, Lani. I’m not going to sleep with you – not when you’ve still got all this baggage to sort through. I’m not that guy, Lani. I’m not going to be forgotten after this night.”

Lani’s eyes dropped, and she didn’t say anything.

“Come on, I’ll walk you home,” Ryan volunteered.

“Don’t bother,” she gritted out. She turned around without addressing Ryan. “I’ll walk myself home.” Ryan tried to follow her out, but Lani effectively shut the door in his face. He wasn’t about to test her limits by pursuing her. This would be one time where chasing her would not be a good idea.

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