Page 47 of Surviving Lies

I wasn’t expecting us to have this talk today. But then she stopped talking, and that made me nervous. It seemed like she was on a roll of forgiveness, but then she came to an abrupt halt.

“Bec, listen, I know you’re not completely satisfied with what I’ve told you about my parents. I get it,” I said.

But she stopped me.

“Ty, no, listen to me. Lanie helped me understand why you probably didn’t want to tell me last year. If anyone understands issues with parents and problems at home, it’s that one. She helped me think more clearly about what you must have gone through.” Becca moved herself closer to me, her hand on my arm, gripping it for emphasis. She shook her head slightly before talking again. “I’m sorry if I’ve been too hard on you. I only wish I knew back then what I know now.”

The guilt, the fucking guilt, was eating away at me. I needed her to stop blaming herself.

I reached out and held her face, taking advantage of her being so close. Her skin was warm in my hands as her doe eyes looked up at me. Those brilliant green eyes that looked at me with a love and understanding I didn’t deserve.

Right then, I decided as soon as I returned from fall break, I was telling Becca everything.

No more of this shit. She deserved better. She needed a better me. I would tell her everything, even if it meant her walking away, because she deserved the whole truth.

Just a couple more weeks. I needed Becca to give me a couple more weeks.

“Bec, I know I fucked up. I know I should have done everything differently. I’m going to fix everything, you’ll see. I just need a little bit more time. If you’re willing to give me that, Iwillfix us.”

Her face remained settled in my palm, her head tilting as if she was basking in the feeling of my hand. She eventually opened her once closed eyes and looked up into mine, giving me a slow nod.

“I’ve waited this long, Ty. I’m still here, in the shadows, waiting for you to figure it out. I know it’s gotten complicated, but I’m not going anywhere. Not yet.”

I leaned toward her, and she didn’t push back, her body willingly going to the ground under me. Balanced on one elbow, my hand cradling her face, I asked her the all-important question. “Becca, is this good?” I lowered my face to hers, waiting for her answer. “Can I kiss you?”

She wrapped her hands around the back of my head, pulling me toward her with intensity, my mouth crushing against hers. I nearly cried; feeling her lips melt against mine was something I continued to not take for granted.

Her hand went around my waist as my one leg slid between hers, my body angling over the top of her. The swell of her breasts pushed against my chest with each of her breaths. Her short little dress was riding up, giving me an eyeful of her long, full legs. I had a hard time keeping my hand from wandering under the hem, so I moved it to her stomach. But that did me no good, either, my fingers itching to grab a hold of the taut nipple pushing through the thin material.

Resting my head against hers, I slowed things down for a moment. I looked up, seeing how low the sun had already gotten in the sky; our talk lasted longer than I thought. My eyes scanned the area, and I realized we were still alone, no spectators for our escapades. But I wasn’t sure I wanted to pursue this out in the open.

When I looked back into her eyes, I really needed to know moving forward was OK. “Bec, are you sure about this? I mean, this is the furthest thing from me giving you space.”

“Ty,” she said. A small moan escaped after she said my name. “I’ve missed you. I want nothing more than for you to keep going.” She pulled me closer to her, our bodies grinding against each other.

“Becca, fuck, I want to do things to you right now so bad,” I whispered in her ear. “I wish we weren’t on this fucking blanket.”

Her mouth went to my ear as she whispered in return, “Then take me back to your place.”

My head snapped back, and I stared at her for further confirmation. The tiny smirk on her face told me everything I needed to know.

We laughed out loud as we threw everything in my bag and grabbed the rest by hand while running wildly for the car together. I don’t think everything made it back in my car, but neither of us cared much.

The drive to my place was a blur; Becca’s kisses on my neck, ears, and mouth were a dangerous distraction. Thankfully, it was less than a mile’s drive to my apartment.

We hurried inside, and she followed me up the stairs to my room. She hadn’t been to my place yet – a stark reminder that this year had been so different.

Once in the room, I closed the door and turned toward her. The laughter and giggles subsided. The room filled with an awkward quiet, our ragged breathing the only sounds.

“You’re so beautiful, Becca. I miss you so much,” I said, filling the silence. “You’re sure this is what you want?”

“Yes, Ty. I want to be here with you.” Her eyes held a confidence no one would deny. I saw the Becca I knew emerging right before my eyes.

“Will you take your dress off for me? I miss seeing your beautiful body.” I sat on the bed as she sauntered toward me. She walked the few steps needed for her to be standing in between my legs, nudging them apart. My hands immediately went to the backs of her thighs, so tempted to reach under and grab her ass. But this was always my favorite part.

She started with the strap on the left, sliding it off her shoulder. The thin piece of material hung against her arm, teasing me. Her eyes never broke contact with mine. But I had to look away, because there was a show to watch: the show she was putting on for me. As her hand slid down her left shoulder, the fingertips crossed her chest, ever so lightly dipping into her cleavage, over to the strap on the other side. Once that strap was pushed down, she was holding her dress up with her hands over her breasts. Then, each arm worked its way out of the straps, the dress ready to fall to the ground. But she continued to hold it with one hand while the other lifted the hem. She dragged it up her leg, torturously slow. Once the dress was as high as her hip, she slid it over, giving me a glimpse of what was to come.

Today, it was a white lace thong. The contrast of the white against her still somewhat tan skin was fucking sexy as hell. The thin material curved around her hip. My hands trembled with the need to reach up and grab a hold of that round ass cheek she was teasing me with, but I knew she wouldn’t let me.

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