Sometimes I forget how wealthy Billy is, he never acts like it, but when I walk into one of the houses his dad owns, fully furnished and only missing the basics like pillows and quilts, cooking utensils and food, which Billy runs out and buys as though it's nothing, I'm reminded that money is easily accessible to him.
When he gets back, I run upstairs to make the bed, he's bought some teal bed sheets with pretty flowers and crisscross patterns on, which I'm sure was to make the bland property feel more homely.
The smell of cooking drifts up towards me and when I follow it downstairs, he's in the kitchen making steak and chips, with a cheesecake in the fridge and a bottle of wine on the table.
"Meal for a tenner in the shop." He grins when he catches me looking at what he's doing.
Elsie hasn't been running for the entire week we've been living away from her mother. I'd anticipated it, bought loads of breakfast foods because I thought the stress of what had happened would have sent her straight for her running shoes, but each morning I roll over and she's there beside me, her beautiful face relaxed in a peaceful sleep. "Els, I've got to go meet my dad. I'll be back soon." I kiss her forehead and she mumbles something groggily, rolling over and going straight back to sleep. After a quick shower, I make tea and toast and leave hers on the bedside table for her, knowing the smell will rouse her and she'll eat it if it's there, while probably lying in bed and reading for a few hours, which should be all I need until I'm back and can slide back in next to her. I've had a crash course in do
I'm so happy. I wake up happy, I go to sleep happy and everything in between just makes me more happy. I didn't know life could be like this and all it took was leaving my mum. I should miss her, Laura and Dane keep asking if I do and they exchange looks of disbelief when I tell them I don't, and maybe at some point I'll feel something other than relief when I think about never seeing her again, but right now, it's all too raw. Billy's getting on better with his Dad, which is good, I think? I'm a little worried since he's got some plan to get his parents back together, seeming to have forgotten that his dad was constantly cheating on his mum and making her miserable, but the last week he's been busy with some drama in his friendship group, so the parent intervention plan has been put on hold. It's also meant I've
"Fuck, Els, I'm going to have to pull over if you don't stop." I grip the steering wheel so hard my knuckles have gone white. We were barely out of Danny's house before her hands were all over me and as soon as I started the car, she was kneeling on the passenger seat, pulling my cock out of my jeans and sucking me into her mouth as though her life depended on it.She doesn't reply, but tilts her head to the side so my cock pushes out against her cheek and the sight has my balls tightening, ready to blow. I swerve to the side of the road, one hand on her back to steady her on the seat and I'm coming hard, complete with deep guttural grunts, before I've even managed to turn the engine off."Fuck me." I breathe out, followed by a shaky laugh while I try to figure out how I'm going to drive home with jelly legs."That'
Isaac looks relieved when I go back to the table without Billy and, when I say he's gone to his dad's, he immediately suggests a film back at mine. I agree, feeling awkward about his obvious attention towards me, knowing if he's going to make a move it'll be while we're watching a film. That was always his way when we were together. I'm hoping it doesn't happen, because I really like him, as a friend, and I'd really like us to continue being friends without having to have any awkward conversations, but then again, if he does and we have to, at least we'll know where we stand. "Billy's still here?" He asks, watching as I unlock the car with the keys. "No, he left the car for me. I'll meet you at mine. Yeah?" I climb into the drivers seat, moving the seat and the mirrors into place before driving back to mine. We get back at the same time and my stomach drops as he hurries over to open my door, offering me his hand to help me out and letting it rest against my lower back when I pret
The next two weeks were entertaining. A few days after the underwear in my jacket, we found a bra in the bathroom, then one day it was a little napkin with a phone number, Candice written in swirly writing and a bright red lipstick kiss below it. "I think your mum watches too many rom-coms." I laughed when Elsie held up the napkin, a fake angry pout on her face as she demanded I 'explained myself'. She couldn't keep it up though, I mean really, did anyone actually do the napkin number with a kiss thing in the past? Because I've definitely never received one, well, until now that is! Elsie's got a box together and kept the things her mum's left, except the first pair of panties that were already binned, and then tonight we came home to find our bed messed up, with susp
The week has somehow simultaneously flown by and dragged on, each day felt a week long in itself, but then Friday night came and Billy and I were climbing into his car and joining the convoy of his friends all driving up to stay at a pretty little Travelodge so we can spend the weekend looking at houses. I'm getting more comfortable around his friends, or at least I'm really trying to. There's just so many of them and they're all really quite in your face, I don't mean it in a bad way, because it's really not. It's just that they have this way of being with each other, they argue, take the mick and make up, all in the matter of a few minutes and again, there's so many of them. I have one friend and even though I've known her pretty much since the beginning of school, our friendship is very different from theirs. It's more of a comfortable companionship, I'd d
I never expected to spend my afternoon hiding in various parts of the house while my girlfriend pretends to have a conversation with herself, so we can find the best place for me to listen in to whatever it is her dickwad of a friend thinks he's got on me.As if he's got anything on me, I'm pretty obsessed with Elsie, I'm not sure it's healthy. I miss her when she's off with Laura and secretly I'm glad she's only got the one friend, especially since that one friend has a harem of guys taking up her time, which means I get Elsie all to myself the majority of the time.Anyway, back to the matter at hand. Isaac and his stupid game, clearly he wants Elsie and I guess he's going to try to turn her against me, split us up and then swoop in and pick up the pieces.As if I'm going to let that happen!
I have no idea what's going on, Luke just turned up on the doorstep and now we're climbing into a car with him and another older guy who waits for us to settle into our seats and reminds us to buckle up before he starts driving. "Go left on St Peters Street." Luke tells the driver after glancing at his phone. "Luke, Nathan, you want to tell us what's going on?" Billy asks and I'm slightly relieved that he seems to be finding this as bizarre as I am. The driver, Nathan I guess he's called, grins at us through the rearview mirror. "I was round at Shane's for dinner." Luke starts and it feels like this might be a long version of the story. "Well, we were telling Nathan and Jake about what was happening to you tonight and how we knew you weren't cheating but this Isaac g
Billy and I stand on the porch, waving goodbye to our daughter and her husband, our three beautiful grandchildren fast asleep already in the back of their car. He takes my hand once they're out of sight and guides me to the back garden, sitting together on the swinging chair he forced me to love when he bought it five years ago. It wasn't a hard sell, anything that let me snuggle close to him was welcome in our home, because despite my mother's warning, after nearly fifty years of marriage and four beautiful but feral children, there hasn't been a single day where I doubted that he was the only man I could ever want. As if sensing my thoughts, he turns to me and kisses me and just like every time our lips meet, I'm eighteen again, butterflies erupting in my stomach as I kiss the love of my life, but now it's even
After the shitstorm that went down at my dad's I'm ready to climb into bed and leave the whole day behind, but the Whore - yes, after what she said we're back to that name - has made Elsie, my beautiful wife, doubt herself and I can't let that fester. As if my girl could be anything like that nasty bitch.It's gone midnight by the time we climb into bed and the house is surprisingly quiet, a quick text to Luke lets me know they've all gone to some late night film and won't be back for a few hours yet which works out perfectly, because I'm going to take my time making love to my wife, hitting all the new spots I found on her in Vegas and reminding her why she won't ever consider going anywhere else.~*~We didn't bother turning any lights on when we came in last night, just went straight t
We creep into our room at around three in the morning, exhausted and greasy from a long, warm flight, so we both quickly shower and fall into bed. "And where the fuck have you two been all week?" I bolt upright at the sound of someone's voice so close to the bed. "Fuck off Luke, I'm too tired." Billy groans, rolling over and clamping his pillow onto his head. "You don't call, you don't write. How do you expect us to react? We were so worried." Shane adds, grinning from ear to ear as he shakes Billy by the shoulder. "Are you naked? Together?" Luke wags his finger at the both of us. "I hope you haven't been having intercourse under my roof. I knew it was a mistake letting the two of you share a room. I told you Shane, but you said we could trust them."
The first thing I notice when I wake up is the silver ring on my finger, the blue diamonds reflecting light across the ceiling as I move it side to side with my thumb.Elsie is still sleeping like a baby beside me, so I carefully slip out of bed into the living room area, dialing the number for room service and quietly ordering us both breakfast. Opening the door slightly and waiting patiently for it to arrive so the knocking doesn't wake her up.I want to be the one who wakes her this morning.The guy looks surprised when I pull the door open before he's even reached it, I'd heard his footsteps and whistling coming down the corridor from the moment he got off the lift.Thanking him, I take the tray and make my way to the bedroom, sliding it on the bedside ta
We're on a plane to Las Vegas to go and get married. This might be the most spontaneous thing in my entire life so far, or even in the future, because seriously, what's more spontaneous than hopping on an eleven hour flight to get married after one brief conversation?Am I making a mistake?I'm eighteen, I've not even been legally an adult for a full year yet. I should be freaking out, I should be having major second thoughts especially now enough time has passed that we're no longer caught up in whatever romantic moment we were having, but I can feel Billy's hand holding mine as he dozes beside me and I can't bring myself to feel anything but excitement about tying myself to him for the rest of my life, so I guess the answer is a resounding no. No way, this is going to be wonderful!
Elsie's quiet all the way to my Grandmother's house, which is where my mum decided we should meet so she can make us a proper home cooked meal. I'm so excited to show Elsie off, I know if my mum can get past the fact that she's Carly's daughter, she'll realise they're nothing alike and will really like her. My grandmother will adore her anyway, since she never liked my dad and I know she's glad he and my mum have split up. "You ok?" I ask Elsie for what feels like the fifth time during the journey to my grandmother's. "Yeah, just nervous." She gives me a weak smile, so I squeeze her hand in the hopes it will reassure her a little. My mum greets us at the door, a big smile appears on her face when she sees me. "My boy." She pulls me into a hug, then pushes me back and hits me around the back of the head. "How could you move away without telling your mother? I don't even know what university you've chosen." She hits me again, then turns to walk into the house, tugging me behind her
This week has been a rollercoaster to say the least.I know they're Billy's friends, but I'm not sure I'll ever feel really comfortable with Luke Thomas and Shane Woodson. Even after seeing the way they dote on the tiny terror that is Shane's niece.I think I'm the only one though, because Jenny, one of Aurora's friends, has woken me up three times already this week screaming at Luke for waking her up with his singing and even Priya, Jenny's sister and the quietest girl I've ever met other than Laura, seems perfectly comfortable hanging out with them.Aside from the slight nerves around two of my new housemates, it feels like being on holiday.We spend the week swimming, watching films and exploring the area. The sun hasn't stopped shining and it peers thro
I fucking hate moving house! Somehow in the brief few months we've lived in the rental we've managed to accumulate enough crap for an entire moving van plus filling the back of my car. How? We're not even taking most of the furniture! The beds, sofa and fridge freezer are all part of the rental so they're staying here. I don't really even know what's filling all the boxes, but Elsie and I have spent the week popping back to my dad's whenever they're not home so we can pick up the rest of our stuff and add in the stuff we've bought since moving in together, well, it's taken half the day just to fill the vehicles. It's only been that quick because we spent our evenings boxing up everything except the things we use daily. "I'm really going to miss this place." Elsie says, leaning into my side to try to hide the fact that she's crying. "Come on, wait until you get to the new place. It's going to be amazing." I make sure my smile is huge and reassuring, but secretly, I'm already missi
Apparently there are things that happen during your life that can make you re-evaluate everything you've ever done and from the moment Billy tells me my mum has tried to kill herself, my mind has replayed every cruel thing I've ever said or done to her, especially recently.I might not have been the pretty, outgoing, fashionable daughter that she really wanted, but I worked hard at school, kept my room tidy, I didn't go out to parties or take drugs, she never had to worry that I wouldn't come home or would be in a dangerous situation.I figured if I couldn't be the daughter she wanted, I could at least try to make her happy and proud of me. I was a good girl.Liar!Immediately the memory of the night I lost my virginity is thrown into