Touch Me While I Taste You

Chapter 5

5

Arabella Rivera

“What the hell happened to you?”

I tear my eyes from the spot where I had been glaring at for minutes. The very same spot Haiden’s truck had disappeared from my sight. I focused my eyes on Gwen, her blue eyes glistening with confusion and laughter as they scan over my body.

When had she pulled up with her pink convertible?

The pink was not something you’d occasionally look past. No, it was one of those pink colors that catches one’s attention a mile away. The pink that glistened in the sun as it zooms past, demanding

attention.

Instead of answering her question, I asked her one of my own. “What time is it?” There is a slight edge to my tone that would chill bones.

My first day as a senior was going fun-fucking-tastic. My clothes were dirty and my head was racing with images of flattening Haiden’s truck tires.

I sucked in a calming breath. This isn’t me, thinking such bad thoughts isn’t me.

Gwen’s eyes shift to the dashboard and read the time out loud.” Seven-thirty. Still enough time to go buy some weed from Spencer.” She joked.

I squinted my eyes. “Ha-ha very funny. Give me five minutes to change, I’ll be back.” I grumble dryly, turned on my heel and headed back to my two-story home. It felt odd calling it home when it felt

anything but.

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“Took your precious time.” Gwen smacked her lips, rubbing the gloss on her lips as she looked at herself in the rearview mirror. I let out a breath and slammed the car door a tad bit too harshly. I turn to face her.

“Well, I had a little chat with Gertrude.” I huffed, turning around to throw my bag in the backseat.

“Do I want to know?” She asked her voice pitching with uncertainty.

I shook my head, turned around, fixed myself on the seat and buckled myself in securely. Gwen could be a tad bit reckless as a new driver who only got her driver’s license two months ago.

“Other than a damn lecture about being more careful where I wait? Then no, you don’t need to know.” I say with irritation in every word I spit out.

“She didn’t even ask who dirtied me, just went straight to lecturing me. Sometimes I believe she’s my mother and not the pencil neck mannequin.” I grumble, reaching back to tighten the scrunchie in my

hair.

Gwen lets out a bellowing laugh as she pulls out of the driveway. She turns to give me a once over quickly before setting her eyes back on the road. “Nice dress.” Her lips quirked into a smile.

My eyes fall to my very bright yellow dress. Sunflowers were printed on the soft cotton material that reached a couple of inches above my knees. I usually hated anything bright that would attract attention towards me.

Needless to say, Gwen knew everything about me, that includes my hate towards bright colors. Perks of her being a close friend for years. Or shall I say a disadvantage? “Shut up. It was the first thing I took a hold of.”

“Right.” She nods not convinced.

She reaches over and places her palm over my thigh. Turning to me, she smirks. ” Or, you just want to show off those sexy legs and have every hot blooded male’s attention.” She sends me a playful wink before drawing her eyes back to the road.

I laughed slapping her hand away. “Or……..I just so happen to grasp it first and had not bothered to weigh the pros and cons.”

She snorted, slowing down on a red light. “I’ll tell you what the pros are babe.” She turns to me, grins, removes one hand off the steering wheel and mimics a jerking movement.

“Getting every guys dick standing up in salute.” She laughs loudly and returns her hands to the steering wheel when I shoot her a look of disgust.

“Ew Gwen, too much information.” I cringed feeling rather uncomfortable with the dress riding up every second.

Grumbling under my breath I pull it down. Gwen continues to have her fits of laughter at my displeasure while I reach over and turn the radio on.

I fiddle with the car radio until I heard a familiar song we both enjoyed. Turning to face each other we began singing. “Wanna know what it’s like. Baby, show me what it’s like.” I sang, smiling from ear to ear as I rest my head on the seat.

” I don’t really got no type. I just wanna fuck all night.” Gwen yells and quickly faces front.

” Yeah-yeah, oh-woah-woah. Baby, I need to know.” We sang simultaneously and burst into fits of laughter.

Gwen reachers over and lows down the volume. She gives me a side-eye and smiles. ” Guess you’re now more relaxed and looking forward to our first day as seniors?” She questions.

I snorted. “Yeah still no.”

“There’s nothing to be afraid of Arabella, I’ll literally be stuck to you like a leech so you won’t ever be alone.” She pointed out and makes a turn.

I faked a pained face. ” Crap the torture. It sounds horrible. Oh, how shall I ever do without thee.” I mocked.

She reaches over and pinches my thigh softly. With my slightly pale complexion, I was certain that a soft red color has already merged on my thigh by her actions.

” That hurt my feelings Arabella. And here I thought you enjoyed my company. ” She faked pouted and thankfully stopped pinching me.

I laughed and shifted my feet. I suddenly felt something under my converse. Furrowing my brows I spread my feet apart and peeked down. I sighed noticing the clear bag.

Guess someone had already paid Spencer a visit.

I turned to Gwen. “Is that weed?”

She shrugs. “What? Samantha is hosting a party in a few days. She wants me to bring some over for the weed brownies.”

I arched a brow. “Really? School has barely started and there’s already a party in the making? Should I even be surprised?”

She turns to me and cringes before glancing back at the road. “Are you mad?”

“Why should I be? It’s not like marijuana isn’t good for one’s health. Heard it has a lot of benefits.” I shrugged, unconcerned.

She smiles sending me a relieved look. ” See I knew you’d come around-“

“I was being sarcastic.” I cut her off in a bland tone, my eyes leaving her face.

She lets out an exaggerated breath but does not answer. I peeked down at my parted feet and parted them further. Disgust crawls over my skin and in a swift move my feet are now on the dashboard, crossed over the other. “Is that a condom?” I gagged as I looked at the seeming used plastic.

I turn to Gwen and noticed the wince on her face. “Do I even want to know?” I asked, shivering in disgust. And to think that my feet were on-

I shook my head to stop my train of thought. Gwen shakes her head. “Probably not.” She clears her throat awkwardly. She then turns to look at me and smiles in embarrassment. “Look on the bright side. Scientists say that sperm is high in prote-

“Gwen.” I whispered softly, clenching my teeth in annoyance.

“Yeah?” She answers. Her voice was so low that I barely heard it.

“Shut up.” I hissed lowly.