One minute later
“SHIT. SHE’S ON HER WAY HOME.”
Olivia was lying beside him on his bed, in nothing but a pink and black thong, her tits pooled on either side of her chest, so that gazing down at her, as he was now, she looked almost flat-chested.
A police car had driven them back to Dolores Court after the cops had finished questioning them. The cop offered to drop Olivia at her house, but nobody was home, and she said she’d feel safer staying with Nate. In the elevator, she casually asked, “Is your mom home?” and when he said no, she smiled.
She sat up now and suddenly her tits swung back into normal position and became full again, the lightning bolt dangling in between them, just as he had imagined so many times. “You are my fantasy life,” he almost told her. He couldn’t resist grazing a finger over one of her nipples again. It was just about the same size and pink color of a pencil eraser, and as he gently moved his finger back and forth, he leaned over and kissed her one more time. The softness of her lips, the even softer skin of her nipple, which wrinkled and hardened under his touch, every inch of her was beyond beautiful.
“You’re not mad, are you?”
“No.”
“You sure?”
“Olivia. I swear I’m not mad.”
It all started so naturally. One minute they were in the elevator talking excitedly about the murders and Mr. Marshall and Grant and Arm and Hammer and how everything was going to turn out okay; then what began as a hug turned into a kiss. In his room, when they started making out, she had seemed totally into it. In fact, she had been the one to pull off her tee shirt first and made no move to stop him when he reached over and unhooked her bra. The short little gasp that escaped from her while he was kissing her left tit almost made him come right then and there, and once he pulled off his jeans, she’d been quick to follow. There was a tattoo of a lightning bolt on her ass. He was lying on top of Olivia, both of them practically naked, and the hallucinogenic thought crossed his mind that in the next minute he would actually be fucking Olivia Werner. His hand groped for the waistband of her thong but just as he made contact, he felt her hand on top of his. Her body tensed.
“No. Please don’t,” she whispered.
“Huh?” He swallowed hard, removed his hand, and rolled off her so they were side by side on his bed, Nate staring up at the dumb glow-in-the-dark constellations stickers on the ceiling instead of down at his boxers and what looked like a pup tent.
“I don’t want to do it…not so soon.” She told him how she always jumped into things too fast; she wanted it to be different with him.
“Look, if I have to wait, I can wait,” he replied. “I just want to be with you.”
“I heart you, Nate,” and making the outline of a heart with her index fingers, smiling in a way that said she knew she was being a dork but also was half-serious, she kissed him again, both her arms wrapped tightly around his waist, their bodies pressed so close together he could feel the TCB lightning bolt digging into his chest. That was when his cell started ringing again. This time Olivia said maybe he’d better pick up. And sure enough, it was exactly who he expected—his mother.