Waiting for You by Shey Stahl

ass.” he
clarified keeping his eyes on the headliner.
    I thought for a moment
pushing the bottle of whiskey back at him. Dylan took a drink straight from the
bottle just as I had done.
    “Tell me about these
nipple rings.” My eyes were locked ahead of me refusing to look anywhere else.
The darkness around us was again comforting. He couldn’t see my cheeks warming
this way. “When did you get them?”
    “I got them a few years
ago.” Dylan examined the bottle seeming to find the wrapper interesting just as
I had done earlier. “I was drunk and let some chick do it. Hurt like hell.”
    “Can I see them?” I
finally snuck a glance at him. He was staring at me, his eyes glowing.
    “Wrap those long legs
around me and I’ll show them,” he drawled out slowly, his eyelids heavy and
drooping.
    Was he drunk? Or maybe
he wasn’t… oh …maybe he was turned on?
    I’m not sure if it was
to tease me or just to be a total guy in that moment but he chuckled shifting
again and leaned slightly in my direction. His right hand slipped from the
wheel and rested on his stomach and then not so nonchalantly, he lifted his
shirt, slipped his hand down the front of his shorts and adjusted himself.
    I tried not to look…but
I did. It was one of the hottest gestures I’d ever seen.
    He did that on purpose.
I knew that. And to make matters worse, when he started the car right after
that, he changed the playlist on his iPod to All Night Long . Nothing was
said until I burst out laughing, my hands over my heated face to hide my
embarrassment and blush.
    Naturally, he grinned
playing the drums with his hand on the steering wheel. Feeling the music, I
reached over to the volume and turned it up. Dylan glanced at me but said
nothing, he too, feeling the music.
    A subwoofer I didn’t
know he had thumped vibrating my seat as I settled back into the comfortable
black leather.
    Tossing the whiskey
bottle in the back seat, we drove about a mile down the road to a rest stop
where we decided to park for now while we tried to find a nearby hotel. We
talked about getting a tent or something for camping as that might make it
easier than finding a hotel every night but we had no set plans.
    As Dylan looked on his
phone for a hotel, I listened to the lyrics and I couldn’t help but think about
what this summer would offer me. Then, my eighteen-year-old hormonal body,
thought about what all night long would mean.
    I didn’t have any
experience sexually. None other than kissing and some pent us frustration. Hell,
I hadn’t even clicked my own mouse, as Mercedes would put it.
    Now, with Dylan teasing
me, and the hormones surfacing, touching seemed like a good thing to try. I
once watched a YouTube video with Mercedes and another friend Jessica Long of a
porno. We talked briefly about it but out of the three of us, I was the only
one that hadn’t had sex. In fact, out of most of my friends, I was the only one
that was still a virgin.
    Mercedes lost hers
sophomore year to Kasey, or so she told me, and Jessica, she had lost hers at
Homecoming to her boyfriend of the last few years Brian.
    I would ask Eric at
times why we didn’t want to have sex with me and he would tell me that I was
like a treasure to him, something he wanted to keep untouched. To me it seemed
stupid and something that Elvis Presley did to his wife Priscilla to keep her
to himself . I tried many times to get Eric to do more
with me but he always put an end to it early on. I felt him get hard once but
that was it. Turns out, he didn’t have the desire to because he was getting it
elsewhere. It made me wonder how many times they had been together and how long
they had kept it from me. I wondered what Kasey thought of it and if Jessica
had known all along. The more my mind played over conversations we all had
together the more it made sense to me.
    My thoughts twisted to
Dylan again and the attraction I was feeling for him. Maybe it was the mystery
of him or that we were alone,