Becoming Ella: An Opposites Attract Romance Page 16

  "Glad to see you're home, Eileen," my mom quips, sitting on the edge of the sofa.

  Her back is to me, and she doesn't turn around as I shake off my shoes.

  "I was just out getting dinner with Will," I say as if telling her that will make it better.

  "I could have guessed as much," she says.

  I don't know what to say. My mom reaches for the remote and turns the TV off, bathing the living room in an uncomfortable silence that neither of us break for a couple of moments.

  "You two have been spending a lot of time together lately," she says, finally turning towards me.

  I can see the anger in her eyes. The way she barely conceals it with her all too calm voice makes me nervous. I wish that she had to work late tonight so that I could have snuck up to my room and had a happy ending to my day.

  "Yea, I really like him," I say, deciding to be honest.

  I see something flare in her eyes. She doesn't say anything at first; she just nods.

  "Well, you already know what I think of that," she says, turning her back on me again.

  She turns on the TV again.

  Dismissed.

  I make my way to my room. I feel guilt, but not the usual feeling that I get when she scolds me. I don't feel bad like I usually do either.

  I don't regret seeing Will this afternoon or going camping with him over the weekend. I like spending time with Will, and I like who I am becoming as I spend more time with him, even if it still scares me a little bit.

  18

  I wake up to Will's warm chest pressed against my back. I have a half-hour before I need to get up for work. I take a moment and enjoy the feeling of Will plastered to my backside.

  Last night, after my mom and I talked, she didn't speak to me for the rest of the night. She finished watching her Westerns, showered, and went to bed.

  Will snuck in my window shortly after. We watched movies on my laptop until we could barely keep our eyes open. It was simple and beautiful.

  Unable to be still any longer, I slowly start to untangle myself from Will's limbs. He groans quietly in my ear and tightens his grip around me, bringing me right back against his chest.

  "Where you going, love?" he whispers, his hot breath on my neck.

  I shiver at the contact, and his arms tighten even more around me.

  "Why are you trying to get away if you're cold?" he asks, his voice heavy with sleep.

  I smile as he nuzzles his face into the crook of my neck.

  "I have to get ready for work," I say. "

  "You're not going to work today," Will sighs, keeping his arms tight.

  I laugh, thinking that it's just the sleep talking.

  "Yes, I am. I'm scheduled for today. I think we both remember how it goes when I don't show up for my scheduled shifts."

  "Nah, I'm not letting you go today," he grumbles again, rubbing himself into my backside.

  I feel his hardness rubbing against me. It sends desire shooting right between my legs.

  "I don't think my managers would like me very much if I didn't show up again," I gasp, as Will grinds himself into me even harder.

  "Call in."

  "And why should I do that?" I ask, breathless as he starts kissing hot, slow kisses along my neck.

  "Because I want to make love to you. And I want to have an amazing day with you. Today is the last day of the fair, and we need to go."

  The first part of his sentence turns me on. I think of him quietly going between my legs, pleasuring me, and then me wrapping my legs around him as we chase our release together. I think of how amazing it would be to enjoy the day together.

  Though, the last part of his sentence almost makes me snort. I haven't been to a fair since I was a kid.

  "So you want me to call in for sex and the fair?" I ask, gasping as he reaches around my front.

  He rubs me through my shirt, and I have to bite down on my lip to not moan. My mother is still home, and the last thing I want is for Will and I to get caught.

  "Precisely," Will moans. I can feel that he is harder behind me.

  I watch the clock get even closer to the time that I should be getting ready. I know that I should laugh, tell Will no, and give him some extra morning kisses to make up for me having to work today, but I don't.

  Instead, I lay there and arch my back, loving how it feels when he grinds against me. I especially love how it feels as he slips his fingers under my shirt, trailing lightly on my stomach.

  "Since you missed your last shift, just call in and say you're sick again. Doesn't that just count as one occurrence? If you're getting one occurrence for missing your last shift, you might as well take another day off."

  He sounds more awake now. I turn and see that he does look alert and with it. He smirks at me and grinds himself against me again. He's right.

  "You did your research, huh?" I ask.

  "I thought it might come in handy someday," he groans, biting down softly on my neck.

  I have to press my face into my pillow to keep from making any noise when he does it again. Each time he does it, my resolve shrinks.

  It might actually be the best idea in the world to stay home and have another day of playing hooky, make love to Will as the sun comes up, and spend a day with him at the fair. Well, for sure, the first thing, maybe not the fair.

  "Are you going to call in?" Will asks, squeezing my nipples.

  "Yes," I gasp. I feel him smile against my shoulder.

  I reach for my phone and turn off my alarm and dial the unit number. I don't technically have to call in for another half-hour, but I figure that I should do it as early as possible.

  "Hi, this is Robert on 7West. How can I help you?"

  "Hi, Robert, this is Eileen. I was just calling in for my shift because I'm still not feeling well. I know that I missed my last shift, and I'm sorry for that, but I'm really feeling sick, and I just don't think I should come to work."

  "That's okay, Eileen. You get better, alright? Thanks for calling in."

  "I'll see you later," I say.

  "Yep," he says, just as cheerily as when he answered. "Have a good day, and feel better soon."

  We both hang up, and I turn over to see Will beaming at me.

  "I am going to make this very worth it to you," he says, smiling.

  I raise my eyebrow. "Oh yeah?" I ask.

  "Yea," he whispers. "Scoot up more on the bed."

  Excitement swirls in my stomach, and my heart beats faster. As I move up on the bed, Will goes closer to the bottom. Near the end, he stretches out on his stomach.

  "Open up your legs," he murmurs, looking up at me with an intense heat in his green eyes.

  My legs shake with desire as I part them for him.

  "Relax, Ella," Will whispers, his warm breath trailing over the insides of my thighs.

  I take a deep breath as he licks me from my bottom all the way up to my clit. I suck in a breath, feeling overwhelmed with pleasure.

  Will sticks his tongue in me further and makes random patterns that I am too far gone to even try and discern. He moves his mouth up and sucks directly on my clit. I clutch the sides of my bed, digging my nails in whenever I feel that I am going to be too loud.

  "You taste so good, baby," Will sighs, digging his fingers into my thighs.

  I feel myself getting closer to the edge. Each time Will moans, it sends waves of pleasure through me. I can't get over how amazing this feels.

  Will trails back up again and starts lapping at my clit, slow, short laps that make me breathless.

  "That's it," I moan, "right there."

  I dig into his hair, holding him firmly onto the spot. I throw my head back in pleasure. When he goes even faster, I can feel myself starting to let go, my legs shaking uncontrollably.

  "That's it, baby," Wil grunts, "come for me. Come all over my face."

  I do what he says. I give everything to him, having one of the most intense orgasms of my life.

  When I come down from my high, Will
looks up at me, his lips glistening with my come. He's never looked sexier. He crawls up my body, pressing his desire into my core.

  "You okay, baby?" Will asks, catching on, even though I try to hide it.

  "Yea," I whisper, still feeling shaky after my orgasm. "Just that was really good," I admit.

  "I could spend forever between your legs," he groans, kissing me. I taste myself on his lips.

  Too soon, Will stands at the edge of the bed and starts stripping my bed of pillows and blankets. I lift my butt so he can get my comforter off, even though I don't understand what he's doing.

  "What are you doing?" I ask as he makes a nest of my blankets in the corner.

  The sun is starting to come up — the sky a mixture of light and dark blues.

  "I don't want your mom to hear us while I fuck you," Will smirks, taking his pants off.

  I feel myself get even wetter when I see how long and hard he is. Even though I have seen it multiple times before, it looks just as impressive every time.

  "Come here, baby. I need to get inside of you," he groans, tugging at himself.

  I scramble off my bed and get to the corner. Will pulls a condom out of his pants and pulls it on himself, getting down on all fours on top of me. We maintain eye contact as he positions himself at my entrance and slowly starts to move himself in.

  After the first couple of inches are in, he shoves himself the rest of the way in, and I gasp, my pussy tightening on him involuntarily. Will hisses through his teeth and lowers himself so that he is closer to me.

  "Wrap your legs around me, baby," he moans.

  I do, and he starts to thrust in me, slow and steady at first but then getting faster and rougher. The sound of his moans and grunts near my ear is the most erotic thing I've ever heard.

  When he starts to cum, I tighten around him and come for a second time.

  "Wake up, baby," Will murmurs, shaking me gently on the shoulders.

  I crack my eyes open and see him standing above me. It looks like he's showered and gotten himself ready. I am still laying on the floor on our nest of blankets, and I am still naked.

  Will smiles at me and holds his hand out, which I don't take as I'm busy rubbing the sleep from my eyes.

  "I want to get to the fair early so we can do everything," Will says, still reaching for me.

  "Fair smare," I grumble, rolling over on the blankets.

  Will ducks down. For a second, I think he's going to cuddle with me again. However, I feel him reaching underneath me and lifting me off the ground.

  "What are you doing?" I ask half laughing, half grumbling.

  "I'm getting you up so that you can get ready for the day," Will responds.

  "You're really serious about going to the fair, huh?" I ask as he sets me on the edge of my bed.

  He nods solemnly at me. I can see that he's freshly shaved and combed his hair back. He looks nice; I just look crazy.

  "When's the last time you've gone to a fair?" he asks me, taking a seat on the chair in front of my vanity.

  I think back. My mom was never a huge fair person, and Violet was always begging me to go on crazier adventures than going to some, in her opinion, "lame fair."

  "Probably when I was twelve," I say, and Will gasps.

  "Well, we're going to change that. Today," he declares, going through my closet.

  He shuffles through all of my clothes, and I stretch out on my bed.

  "What are you looking for?" I ask as he stares hard at some of my sundresses.

  "Something that you can wear to the fair. Duh." He rolls his eyes at me before turning back to my closet.

  When he turns around, I see that he is holding my vintage Express sunflower dress. I haven't worn it for over a year, because I haven't had anything to wear it to. I've always loved it. It brings me joy, just looking at it. It's the best thing I've ever found at a thrift store. And Will is right; it would be perfect to wear to a fair.

  "Why have you never worn this around me?" Will asks, tossing me the dress.

  I catch it and run the soft cotton through my hands. I shrug; Will still looks at me like I ran over a dog.

  "I don't know," I say, shrugging again. "I've just never had anything to wear it to."

  "Well, you're going to wear it today. I need to see it on you. Now, go shower," Will says.

  I laugh as he begins smoothing it over the other side of my bed as I sit there, still naked, watching him.

  "Where's your iron?" he asks, fussing with some of the wrinkles on the front.

  I laugh. "Hall closet."

  "Okay, well, I'm going to iron this for you while you're showering. Then, we're going to go to the fair together, and we're going to have a fantastic time."

  He gives me a quick peck on the lips and digs through the hall closet next to my room before coming back with the clunky, old fashioned iron and ironing board. The ironing board opens with a shrill creak that sends shivers down my spine. Will smoothes my dress out over it and plugs the iron in.

  "Get in the shower," he says, shooing me away.

  I smirk, taking another moment to admire how cute he is before I head into the bathroom.

  An hour later, my makeup is done, Will and I have had breakfast, and I feel great in my dress. I have a pair of comfortable sandals on and my cross-body purse. Will is revving up Matilda, singing along to the upbeat tune on the radio. It's a beautiful sunny day.

  When we get to the fairgrounds, it is busier than I expected for a Tuesday morning.

  People are walking in large groups through the crosswalks. Cars are dropping other people off in illegal parking spaces, and people are backing up sketchily onto other people's yards for cheap parking. Will chooses a free lot at least ten blocks away, which he is very excited to find.

  Will makes sure that Matilda is locked up, and then we start walking towards the fair.

  Will reaches for my hand when we are about a third of the way there.

  "What was your favorite thing to do at the fair when you were little?" he asks, ducking under a low hanging branch.

  I think back to when I was a kid.

  Out of all the fair things, my favorite was going on all of the rides at night. My mom and I would go on the swings and the Tilt-a-Whirl until the park closed. All of the lights and happiness always felt so magical. Even though the fair was only twenty minutes from my house, it felt like a different world. Those nights are some of the best memories from my childhood.

  "Going on the rides at night," I say.

  "Which one was your favorite?" Will asks.

  "Probably the swings."

  "I loved those too. I always felt on top of the world, even though there's not much of a view."

  I nod, and we enjoy the rest of the walk in silence. Now that we are getting closer to the fair and Will is jogging my memory of the fair, I can see why he's excited. I bet he went with his family a lot when he was younger.

  The crowd of people gets thicker as we get closer to the gates. Everyone is excited for the same reasons: creampuffs, animals, and the giant yellow slide.

  I place my bag on the table as we go through security, and they wave me through the detector and prod at my bag for anything suspicious. They give me the all-clear, and then we are funneled to the ticket gate. I reach for my wallet but Will bats my hand away as he rushes for his wallet.

  "Put that away. My treat, baby," he says, handing a couple of bills to the woman through the glass booth.

  She hands Will back his change and two square tickets. I thank Will as he gives my ticket to me, and we make our way the rest of the way in.

  There are so many things.

  On the right, there's a line for the Expo center. On the left, food booths galore. Above us, there are people on the sky gliders.

  "Thanks for the ticket. You didn't have to," I say, putting the ticket in my purse.

  When I reach inside, my fingers brush against Ollie. I peer down, and he smiles back at me with his plastic face and big green eyes. And his
naked belly. I really need to find some clothes for him.

  "When you're with me, baby, it's my treat," Will says, reaching for my hand again.

  I smile up at him, and he gives me a warm look back. I can see how much it means to him that I am here.

  Now that I am on the fairgrounds, some nostalgic memories come back, making me feel warm inside, even more so because I am here with Will.

  I remember being a preteen and imagining the day that I would get to go to the fair with a boy. I thought it would be the best experience of my summer because I was just starting to get into boys. I realize that being here with Will is something that would make younger me squeal.

  "What do you want to do first?" Will asks.

  I realize that we are still standing at the entrance, probably annoying people behind us.

  "I don't know," I say, looking around.

  There's the food. Or we could do the sky gliders. I haven't been here in a while; it might be nice to see if anything's changed. Or we could go to the expo center and see the crazy things people are trying to sell. Or we could head to the animals, see when the pig races are happening.

  "You pick; you've been here more recently than me."

  "Yea, you're right," Will says. He surveys what's around us before he starts tugging me to the right. "We're getting in line for the milk then. That's normally how my dad and I start our days off at the fair."

  "The milk?" I ask, dodging people as Will leads me along.

  Will stops dead in his tracks, and I almost run into him. He whirls around, his eyes wide and serious — the same look he gave me when I told him I'd never been camping.

  "You're really not from Wisconsin, are you? That's the only logical explanation here."

  "What do you mean?" I ask.

  "You just asked me what the milk is. You know, the milk. Aka, the best drink State Fair has to offer."

  "Just because I've never had the milk before doesn't mean that I'm not from Wisconsin. My mom and I just never really had the food here. We would only really come and walk around a bit, go on some rides, and then go home."