Mixtape of Their Favorite Band
You Won't Be the One to Give In
Dallas’s Perspective
Since talking to my mom, I had all but moved in with Zack. On weekends, I’d spend the nights at his house.
Today was Saturday and we were up a little early to hit the gym.
“Are you sure I won’t slow you down? I haven’t been to the gym in so long and you’re so experienced...” As I said this, I ran my hand slowly down his firm bicep seductively. He smirked at me.
“No, it’s fine.” he said, trying to play it cool, but I could tell in his voice that he was anything but.
“Alright, Rocky.” I joked. He punched me gently in the butt. “Hey!” I cried.
He picked me up and threw me onto his back, grabbing our bags and running to the car. I screamed and pounded on his back, but secretly, I enjoyed it. I could feel him beneath me, solid, real.
--
“Mmm, you smell so good.” Zack murmured against my skin as we sat down on the bed, after our trip to the gym.
“But you don’t. Go shower, big boy.” I laughed, shoving him off the bed.
He came out of the shower, a maroon towel wrapped around his waist. His hair was damp. His chest was shiny with moisture. I rose and kissed him hard on the lips. He rested his hand on the small of my back, leading me so I was backing toward the bed. I fell back and he fell on top of me, kissing down my neck. I traced his muscles with my fingers.
I pulled off my tank top to reveal my lacy bra and pulled off my short-shorts to reveal the matching thong. He appraised me, his eyes darkening with lust. He made short work of the bra and took one of my breasts in his mouth and sucked on it gently, fondling the other one.
I slowly undid the towel, which was still around his waist. He kept kissing me hotly as he lowered himself to me.
I gasped as he entered, gripping his shoulders as he pumped in and out. He kissed me hard and I realized I’d been moaning.
I broke off as I climaxed, crying out.
We lay side by side, our fingers tangled together.
“You didn’t tell me you were a virgin.” he remarked.
“But I’m not anymore.” I pointed out.
“Still, it would’ve been nice to know.” he replied.
“You wouldn’t have thought less of me?” I asked.
“No, of course not. I love you, Dallas.” he said, looking into my eyes.
“I love you too, Zacky boo.” I smiled, kissing him softly.
--
The next day, Zack decided to go surfing and I was still a little sore from the gym and the sex afterwards, so I went to my apartment. I was so bored that I ended up baking brownies as I played some music from my iPhone.
My doorbell rang right as I was taking the brownies out and of course, Minnie barked like mad. I set the brownies on the counter and went to the door.
I looked through the peephole, and Alex was there.
“Hey Alex, what’s--” I started but he slammed his lips against mine, pushing me against the wall next to the door, pinning me there with his body, sticking his tongue down my throat.
He finally eased up a little bit and I pushed him off.
“Alex, what the hell? I’m dating Zack!” I cried, slapping him.
He recoiled a little, but he still kept close to my face.
“I know, but I really like you. I have since I saw you. Zack saw you first, I guess, but...you were flirting with me, I swear to god, so why are you dating him and not me?” he asked, choking up at the end.
“You could’ve talked to me about this instead of ambushing me.” I pointed out.
“I know, I just couldn’t take it anymore. I just want you...” he breathed.
“Are you drunk?” I asked.
“N-No.” he hesitated.
“Yeah right. Go to bed.” I told him, pushing him towards my bedroom.
“What about Zack?” he mocked.
“No. I can’t knowingly send you away if you’re drunk.” I said.
I tucked him into bed and went out to my balcony, closing the door behind me.
I called Adelaide.
“Sup girl.” she said when she answered.
“Alex kissed me.” I told her bluntly.
“He what?” she asked. It sounded like she’d done a spit-take.
“I don’t know. He came over and before I could say anything, he pushed me against the wall and kissed me.” I explained.
“That’s...no, I really don’t have any words for what that is. Did you shoo him?” she asked.
“No, he was drunk, so I made him lie on the couch.” I replied.
“Hmm, so maybe it was just the alcohol. Drunk kisses are just sober thoughts.” she laughed.
“This isn’t funny, you bitch!” I cried, laughing too. I paused.
“Oh no, what are you thinking? It’s never good when you’re thinking.” she said.
“Shut up. And I was thinking that I kinda liked it....” I said slowly.
“What are you talking about?” she cried.
“I mean, he was just so...” I paused. I couldn’t say what it was.
“Yes?” I heard him ask.
“Go back to sleep, dumbass!” I yelled.
“He heard?” she guessed.
“Yeah. I gotta go. He’s giving me that look.” I sighed.
“Tootles.” she said and hung up.
“What look am I giving you exactly?” he asked.
“Alex, you need to leave.” I told him.
“But I’m drunk, remember?” he asked, lowering his voice and slowly approaching me.
He reached me and cupped my cheek in his hand. He slowly lowered his face to suck on my neck.
“Alex, what about...Lisa--oh...” I moaned as he reached my collarbone.
“Well, I’m not gonna tell her.” he said, kissing my left cheek. “And if you tell her, she’ll think it’s your fault.” he continued, kissing my right cheek. Then he finally kissed me tenderly on the lips.
I grabbed him by the hair, pulling him closer. Then I remembered myself and yanked him away from me.
“Alex. Stop.” I said firmly.
“Your body says differently.” he said lowly, running a hand down my stomach, brushing over my sensitive spot.
“Alex, stop coming on to me. Stop trying to make me cheat on Zack. Go to sleep. When you wake up, you will go home. Got me?” I said harshly.
“Gee, Dallas. You started it.” Alex smirked and walked away. I ground my teeth and followed him back into the bedroom.
“I’m going out for a little bit. Stay here and don’t you dare go through my things.” I threatened.
“I like it when you order me around like that.” he said huskily.
--
Oh great, now what? I had left my apartment, with Alex alone in it, nonetheless. With Minnie! At least I still had my car.
And what was up with Alex? Showing up drunk? Kissing me? Talking dirty to me? For the most part he’d been really laid-back and sweet. This was too much to deal with.
I ended up going to the mall for some good old retail therapy. I stopped at Starbucks and drove home. When I got the door unlocked, Alex looked really nervous.
“Uh, h-hey Dallas, fancy meeting you here.” he said awkwardly.
“It’s my apartment, so...” I said slowly.
“Yeah. Did I drive myself here?” he asked.
What was going on?
“Yeah, you were drunk, you came to see me, I let you rest then left.” I told him.
“Woah, I don’t remember any of that.” he said, bewildered. “Well, I’m gonna head home.” he told me, hugging me quickly before leaving.
WHERE'S THE GOD DAMN SEQUEL. I NEED IT NOW!!!
6/13/14