The Test
Her fingernails tapped the steering wheel of her car nervously as she gazed up at the white house that stood ominously before her. Behind the curtained window she watched his shadow move around his upstairs bedroom. She trembled. She knew the finality that came with the decision she was about to make. "Should I go in? Doing so would close the door on my relationship of two years with what I had thought was the man of my dreams. Should I wait? Wait to see what changes the months ahead could bring?"
She sighed. She felt trapped, as much by her own indecisiveness as she was by the two ton token of affection she had received the Christmas before. Her car. Her hand moved across the restored leather seats, remembering the way his eyes had sparkled as he placed her behind the wheel for the very first time. The love that seemed to drip from his face as they took their first drive together.
She shook her head to chase away the memories. That day seemed so long ago now. It had been months since she'd received any sign of the love they once shared. It seemed as though the more she gave, the more he expected and the less she was given in return. "A woman could only take so much. How many times can I be pushed away before I no longer return? How many nights would I have to sleep alone before finding solace in the arms of another man?"
Her presence here was as much a test for herself as punishment for him. "What is it about me that makes him think he can neglect me the way he did?" Her eyes filled with tears as she remembered the phone call they had shared. The conversation that resulted in her driving a two in the morning in the rain to sit outside his home. He was so distant, so unfeeling. He was no longer the man she had fallen in love with. "Maybe he's right. Maybe his fans do have a better grasp on who he is and what he wants. I don't have a clue anymore. I no longer know who Bill Kaulitz is and, as the days pass by, I'm not sure if I care anymore."
She sighed. "I deserve better than this. I deserve someone who would burn with desire for me. Someone who can't even pass by me without needing to touch me in some way. I deserve a man who will take me in his arms, overcome with passion, rip the clothes off my body and make love to me all night."
The man who waiting above had all that to offer and more.
"But do I have the nerve?"
The phone in her lap rang, shattering her daydream. She picked it up slowly and brought it to her ear. "Hello?"
"You coming up or are you going to sit in her driveway all night thinking it over?"
She raised her head to gaze up at the lighted window once again. This time, instead of a drawn curtain, she saw Tom leaning against the windowsill. She watched as he folded his arms over his bare chest and smiled down at her. She nodded slowly and reached to unlatch her seat belt. "I'm coming."
"You have the key. Let yourself in. I'll be waiting."
She hung up the phone as Tom stepped away from the window and pulled the curtain closed behind him. She climbed out of the car and crossed the darkened lawn to the side door. She took a deep breath and slid the key in the lock and turned it. She let herself in and quietly closed the door behind her. Still battling the war inside of her, she walked up the staircase. She stepped into his bedroom and looked around slowly, finding him no where in sight.
"Tom? Where are you?"
"Right here."
Tom's breath was hot against her ear as his arms encircled her from behind. A low moan escaped her lips as his hands slid across her belly. His lips moved over her neck, sending chills down her spine. Tom grabbed her blouse and pulled it swiftly apart. He dropped the shredded garment to the floor. She began to tremble as he pushed her toward the bed, his muscular body pressed firmly against mine.
Her heart raced as she felt herself falling back onto the bed, the laws of nature and gravity both working against her. Tom's body quickly covered hers, forcing her to sink deeper into the inviting mattress below. His hands fondled her roughly as she struggled to find the rhythm of his movements. For an instant, she began to question her decision. She pressed her hands against his chest and pushed him away.
"Tom, wait. Stop, please."
Tom raised himself onto his palms and gazed down at her. His lips grazed her cheek softly before pulling away once more. His eyes were filled with question.
"What's wrong? Don't you want me?"
She nodded slowly, still unsure of herself. Her fingertips involuntarily traced the lines of his chest as she struggled to find the words to explain her reservations. His body trembled beneath her touch as she slid her thumbs over his hardened nipples and downward toward his navel.
"I do, Tom, but what about Hannah? She's my friend. How can I do this to her? How can I-"
Tom pressed his finger against her lips to silence her. "If I wanted to be with Hannah, she would be here. She made her decision. Now I think it's time you made yours. You can walk out the door right now and only dream about how my kiss would taste. Or you can live it."
She reached up and touched his beautiful lips, remembering all the nights she'd closed her eyes and fantasized what it would be like to feel that mouth moving over the contours of her neck. Those exquisite hands moving over her body. His perfect fingers dancing across her flesh, invoking the same magic he commanded from the strings of his guitar.
Her eyes traveled down to his rising penis, imagining what it would feel like to have him inside her. To hear him cry out her name as the waves of ecstasy moved through his body. To feel his warmth release inside her.
Any doubt that she had quickly disappeared. Without thinking, she reached forward and gripped the back of his head. She pulled him down roughly crushing her lips against his. She moaned as she relished in the sweet taste of what lay inside. Her hands moved over him quickly She was desperate to uncover every secret his body held.
Tom pushed her thighs apart and settled between them, giving her no time for second thoughts. His thumb slipped under her panties and slid them to one side. He entered her with one quick determined thrust, shoving his cock deep inside her. She cried out in surprise as he filled her. She whimpered as his shaft hammered into her again and again. He drove on, oblivious to anything but the feelings of pleasure she provided him.
"Tom, wait- Just-"
"Shhh. Unh, baby. Just relax."
Tom's pace slowed as his hands roamed over her, touching her in places Bill's lovemaking had left undiscovered. She melted against the pillow and allowed herself to float in the waves of euphoria his fingers induced. He continued to thrust against her steadily, each stroke deeper and more pleasing than the last. Uncontrollable moans escaped her lips as she felt a warmth rising in her stomach, threatening to consume her.
"Harder, Tom. Faster."
Tom smiled as he obeyed. He was eager to please. He raised her legs around his waist and pushed forward, driving deep inside her. His eyes rolled back into his head as he settled into a furious pattern of excruciatingly gratifying thrusts. He grunted with each movement. His body glistening with sweat as he pushed on forcing her to the brink of insanity.
She cried out loudly as her orgasm washed over her. It was quickly followed his own climax as his hot seed poured deep inside of her. Tom collapsed on her chest as he struggled to catch his breath. Her arms slid around him as he kissed away the beads of perspiration on her chest. He lifted his head and she planted a gentle kiss on his lips, running her tongue across them as she pulled away. Almost immediately she felt him rise against her once again. He was ready to accept any offer she extended.
She rolled him onto his back and climbed on top of him. Her body throbbed with desire as she lowered herself slowly, allowing him inside once more.
She had passed the first test.
This was extra credit.