The Basement

"Boom! Gotcha!" I snickered as I set the game controller on the beige carpet in front of me. James groaned and wiped his hand over his face, grinning. 

"How are you so good at this?"

"My dad and I play all the time." I shrugged and straightened my legs out in front of me, careful not to let my skirt ride up. 

"That's just luck. She couldn't beat me one on one if she tried," Michael commented from the gaming chair next to me. 

"Dude, I beat you all the time. If she beat me, that means she can beat you." Michael curled his lips and shook his head.

"She must be cheating. What other games can you play?"

"I'm good at Mortal Kombat."

"Shut up." Michael nodded at James and he quickly switched the game over. I rolled my eyes and took a sip of my drink right next to me. Michael flicked his lighter and lit the blunt we were working on and passed it to me after he took a hit.

I took a small hit and coughed, not used to it. Both of the boys grinned and I rolled my eyes. I passed it to James as he held his long, thin fingers out for it.

I went a few rounds with each of the games, using my finishing moves that I had practiced with my dad and listened to them curse and jump around as I pummeled them every single round.

"How in the hell do you know the finishing move to all of those characters?" James asked me incredulously. 

"My dad would have to take calls all of the time and on the pause screen it shows all of the moves, so I just remembered them. We play a lot over the weekends and holidays."

"Dude, dream girl right there. She's a complete ten. Wait, do you like cats?"

I giggled and shook my head, " No."

"See?" Michael stared down at me and shook his head. "You're wasting your time chasing, Dex. You should really consider me. I'll blow your mind."

"He'll blow alright," James muttered. "In his pants."

"That was one time, man! Did you have to bring it up in front of her?" I clapped my hands and laughed, feeling so lighthearted. It was the best time I've had in a long time. This was so much better than a stupid party. I didn't even mind the slight jab about Dexter. 

"What happened that time?" I asked him curiously.

Michael's face turned tomato red and he puffed his cheeks up with air. He looked like a thinner, paler version of Dexter. He wasn't as muscled and his hair was darker than Dexter's. It was almost brown. But he still had the same issues as Dexter had when he was embarrassed. His ears and everything turned red. It was endearing. 

"It was when we were fifteen. There's this girl at school who was wearing a skirt and when she bent over, we noticed she was wearing a thong. Well, I was young and horny and it was the hottest thing I'd seen. I got a hard on and went to the bathroom, and I struggled to unzip my fly and the friction from all of that made me jizz myself. So...yeah. James had to find me a pair of gym shorts to wear for the rest of the day. And he never lets me forget it."

James grinned. He had a slight gap in between his front two teeth. It wasn't unattractive. It actually fit him quite well. He was tall. Like really tall. He had a long, lean body and a mop of dark, brown hair on his head. He had the most beautiful, crystal blue eyes. He was dressed in a black band t-shirt and blue jeans that were ripped in the knees and had on some Converse shoes. 

I snorted out a laugh and reached for a bag of chips James had brought into the room when we began to get the munchies. He handed it to me and I shook my head.

"Who was it?"

"Honestly, I don't remember her face. Just her a*s. I bet if I saw it again, I'd be able to tell you."

He stood up from his chair and laid down on James' queen bed, sideways. James turned his game off and crawled over to the side of his bed from next to me. I followed after them and grabbed a pillow from the head of his bed and laid down on the floor, covering my legs with my jean jacket.

James did the same, but propped his feet up onto his bed. 

"Any other embarrassing stories?"

"James' little band girlfriend got his pubes stuck in her braces last summer."

James grimaced and I raised my eyebrows."Seriously?" 

"Yeah. First blowjob too. F*cking sucked."

"Wow. Did it hurt?"

"Well yeah. It pulled!"

"Oh God! I'd be mortified!"

"Yeah, she broke up with me right after. So yeah, I think she was pretty mortified." He grinned up at the ceiling and rested his hands on his stomach."

"Wow. That's bad. What else? This is fun! I should have started hanging with you guys a long time ago!"

"Yeah, well from the way Dex talks about you, you probably should have." Michael said quietly from above us.

I glanced up at him and could only see his hair. I felt my heart squeeze as I took a deep breath, readying myself. "What has he said?"

"Honestly, he's a douche bag. You don't need to know." James kicked the bed right below Michael's head and he turned around with a frown. 

"Dude! If she wants to know, then I'm telling her." He glanced at me and sighed."Dex just says that he could snap his fingers and you'll come running with your mouth wide open, ready to guzzle his cum." I felt my face heat and shame settled deep into my stomach. But I seemed to be a sucker for pain.

"What else?"

His eyes looked over my face and he shook his head slowly. "Never mind. I'm sorry. James is right, he's a douche."

"No. Tell me." I sat up and glared at him, feeling my eyes begin to sting. 

"Kelly, telling you is only going to upset you. Let's just get back to other sh*t. It's not worth it," Michael said tiredly. He covered his eyes with his hands and laid back, facing away from me.

"Michael, tell me. I need to know."

"Fine. He says that you're desperate for his c*ck that you don't even notice that you suck his d*ck after he's f*cked Alicia. He says that gets off knowing that you're sucking Alicia's p*ssy juices right off of him."

"Enough. Dude. Stop." I felt James' hand on my back and I swiped at my cheek. I felt so embarrassed. I didn't know that he told anyone about me. I didn't know that they knew that Dex and I hooked up. I definitely didn't know that he would be so disgusting and do that to me. I tried to blink away the tears and sighed. Now I knew what he thought about me and I would never talk to him again.

I hated him. "Well..." I said slowly hearing the huskiness in my voice. "I guess that's my embarrassing story." I shrugged and laid back. There was nothing else to say or do. Dexter didn't lie. I did give him endless bl*wjobs without anything in return. I was stupid. I should have known he was just using me. There were giant neon signs that I just ignored because I wanted to be wanted by him. 

"Don't worry about it. He's a douche." James told me quietly. I just nodded and tried not to cry over it. I would not cry over Dexter. 

"Its okay. I'll get over it. I'm a big girl." I gave him a small smile and he smiled back sympathetically. 

"Well, just know that he's missing out. I'm sure if he knew how kick a*s you are at video games, he'd be kicking his own a*s for treating you like sh*t."

"Yeah, I am pretty good, huh?" I wiggled my eyebrows at him and he grinned. 

"Honestly, you are. I was actually shocked. You don't look like the type."

"There's a type?"

"Yeah. You know like gamer girls. You don't seem like you would be into that. You're more... 'Oh my God! My makeup is ruined' type." He said in a really bad falsetto voice. 

I snorted and shook my head. "Well, I'm sorry for breaking your very fragile image of me, but I'm more than what you think."

"I can see that." I turned to my side to face him and smiled. 

"What else is my type? It can't just be makeup."

" 'Where am I going to fit my poodle'! He chuckled and shrugged. 

"For one...Poodles are too big to fit in purses. I would have to have like a teacup Chihuahua. And for two, my mom is allergic, so I can't have a dog. Otherwise, your assumption would be correct. I mean, who wouldn't want a cute puppy around all the time?"

He grinned, his eyes crinkling in the corners. His eyes sparkled so prettily. It made me want to reach out and move his hair from his face so that I could see them better.

"Okay, yeah that makes sense. When you put it that way, I can see why that would be a good type. What do you think, Michael?" He pushed his foot against the bed where Michael's face was and a giant snore erupted from Michael.

We glanced at each other and burst out laughing. "Well, I guess he got bored with our conversation." I stretched my arms above my head and noticed his eyes move down to my chest. I felt a sick sort of satisfaction knowing that I caught him looking. 

"Yeah," He sighed. He was bound to fall asleep soon enough anyways. He can't stay up to save his life." He glanced at his watch and raised his eyebrows. "It's only two in the morning."

"Only? How long do you usually stay up?"

"I pull all nighters all the time working on new apps and sh*t like that."

"You make apps?"

"Sort of. They're meh at best, but I like knowing that I can accomplish even meh. You know what I mean?"

"Yeah, not really. I wish I was that smart. I'm good at math, but I really suck at everything else."

"I'm sure you're good at other things. Do you have hobbies?"

"Dancing. I'm on the dance team. And cheerleading. But they're not really something like what you do." 

"I've seen you dance on the team. You're good. I don't think you should down yourself."

"You've watched me dance?" I watched his face and he smirked.

"Well, yeah. I go to the games all the time with Michael. The best part of the game is watching the girls. I don't really do sports, so I have to have other stuff to preoccupy my time."

I smiled and felt butterflies flutter in my stomach. What the hell was wrong with me? The last thing I needed was to catch feelings for this guy. Not because of him, he was amazing, but because I was sh*t at knowing what was good for me.

"Well that's sweet. Thank you."

"You're welcome." 

We both stayed quiet for a bit after that. I thought about the million and one bad choices I could make tonight as I stared into his gorgeous eyes. I didn't have to think too long about it because he seemed to have had the same thoughts. He scooted closer to me and pressed his lips tentatively against mine. 

I was surprised for about a second before I kissed him back with a fervor. God, he tasted so good. It was like a mixture between cherry chapstick and candy. His hand came up to my cheek, then moved to the back of my neck and deepened our kiss, snaking his tongue into my mouth.

I moaned softly and placed my hand left hand on his chest. I could feel his heart beating a million miles a minute underneath my fingers. 

He pulled away and I thought that he was going to stop because he remembered what Michael had said about me earlier. Instead he moved my hair to the side and kissed my neck. I closed my eyes and melted into his soft caresses. Dexter never did this to me. With Dexter it was all about how to make him feel good. He never bothered with any of the soft touches or kisses. This was one hundred percent new to me. 

I moaned again as he licked and sucked on my neck, his hand moving down to caress my breast. I couldn't control my breathing. My body felt like it was on fire, so hot and needy as he touched me. It urged me to sit up and straddle him. I let my hair make a curtain in between us as I leaned down to kiss him. He placed both hands on my hips and rocked me gently against his growing erection. 

I sighed against him, feeling my thing grow wetter by the second. "Please," I moaned against his mouth. I wasn't sure what I was pleading him for, but he nodded and quickly flipped us so that I was on my back, beneath him.

His hand went down in between my legs and he groaned as his fingers swept through my wet heat. 

I felt myself quiver with need as he began rubbing his fingers over my cl*t in small circles. I moaned against his ear and moved my hands to the front of his pants, unbuttoning them and unzipping them as fast I could.

He moved my thong to the side as I moved my hand down the front of his pants and grabbed his length. I expected it to be long and skinny just like him, so I was pleasantly surprised when I felt how big he was. He groaned as I slid my hand over his c*ck and pulled him out of his cotton boxers.

He quickly notched himself at my entrance then looked up at my face, seeming to ask permission. My p*ssy felt like it was weeping for him, there was no way I could say anything but yes. I nodded and felt him slide into me quickly.

I gasped and clawed into his back, feeling a quick sharp pain. He stopped immediately and looked down at me, surprised. I took a deep breath and nodded at him. "It's okay. I'm okay."

"If you want me to stop, let me know. If it hurts too much or I'm being too rough just tell me to stop and I will."

"Okay." I whispered. He leaned his face down and kissed me gently, the intensity from earlier gone for the moment. He eased his way into me slowly, inch by inch until I felt completely full and he was at his end. 

He paused there and continued to kiss me, his tongue sweeping sweetly over mine. The minute our kiss intensified, I felt his length begin moving gently, the sharp pain lessening until it was all but gone.

He sighed and panted as he moved in and out of me, kissing my lips raw. He held himself up with one elbow and with the other, pulled my shirt down until my left boob popped out from the top. He leaned down and took my n*pple in his mouth, sucking fervently. I moaned and felt a pressure begin to build in the bottom of my belly. I arched my back into him, feeling him begin to move faster and began panting until I cried out, feeling the pressure erupt and then felt him shudder above me, his body going stiff as he began peppering my mouth then throat with open mouth kisses. He panted against my neck, his body sagging against mine, resting his full weight on me.

I sighed and closed my eyes. It was everything I had thought it would be and more because it wasn't with Dexter.