Consumed

“You can answer that but you can’t answer whether you want to go out with him again though?” spat Michael seizing his opportunity to make her feel as uncomfortable as him.

Dan, Charlotte and Hayley all turned to Lara, surprised to learn Joel had asked her out again.

“Fuck you,” hissed Lara.

“Didn’t we establish that was never going to happen?” said Joel, backing up Lara — although part of him had hoped it would prompt her to give him an answer.

“Fine! We’ll all go home!” said Michael. “But I think you’re being retarded! This was all nothing more than a mere speed bump. The text was taken out of context and the fact I got us lost… Just a mistake… You want to punish everyone because of that… Fine. Be my guest. But that’s your choice so fuck you.”

The living room door opened and Andrea walked in with a tray of drinks, “See — it never takes long when there’s more than one of you in the kitchen. And they say too many chefs ruin the broth. Proof in the pudding that this isn’t the case.” She put the tray down on the table opposite the group, “Are you having fun? Sorry to be so anti-social… We just want to ensure dinner is ready in a timely fashion… No doubt you’re all keen to get going!”

“It’s fine,” said Joel, trying his best to keep a civil tone in his voice despite his blackened mood. “We have all the time in the world,” he finished.

“That’s lovely, dear,” Andrea replied. “Well enjoy your drinks, you must be parched, and I’ll be back to check on you in a bit.” She finished what she was saying but she didn’t leave. She simply stood there, in front of them, watching the glasses. Eventually the youths took the hint and took up a glass each.

“Thank you,” they all muttered before taking a sip each to keep her happy.

“My pleasure,” she said. She smiled and walked from the room, closing the living room door behind her.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Dan opened his eyes and sat bolt upright when he realised he was lying on a bed. Tammy was sitting on the end of it looking at him with a genuine look of concern on her face.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

“Where am I? What happened?” he asked. He looked around the decidedly pink bedroom; pink duvet, pink pillow cases, pink walls. Definitely her room. “Where the hell am I?”

“It’s okay,” said Tammy. “You’re in my bedroom.” She saw the look of panic on her face and went onto explain, “My dad put you in here after you fainted downstairs.”

“I fainted?”

“Banged your head pretty hard on the side too. We were worried.”

“I fainted?” he repeated. He rubbed his head as though it’d help with the banging headache he had pounding the inside of his skull. “Where’s Hayley?” he asked.

“She’s downstairs. They all are. They’re eating. I excused myself to go to the toilet. Wanted to make sure you were okay. They told me to leave you be but… I wanted to check. Is that bad?”

“What? No… No, it’s fine. Thank you. Fainted you say?”

She nodded, “You mentioned something about feeling funny one minute and the next, you dropped like a sack of spuds. How are you feeling now?”

He shook his head, “Okay I guess… I don’t remember anything. I best go and make my apologies.”

Tammy slid up the bed, closer to him, and pushed him back down so his head was on the pillow, “There’s no rush, is there?” she asked. “I’ve been wanting to get you to myself since I first saw you. Thought you looked tasty…”

“Tasty?” he laughed. “People still say that?”

“I do,” she nodded. She laid down next to him. “Kiss me?”

“What?”

“Please. I want to taste you. Kiss me.” She didn’t wait for him to answer. She kissed him on the mouth. A small peck to start off with. He kissed her back and she opened her mouth, slightly, to grant access to his wandering tongue. “You taste good,” she said at the first opportunity. She moved back in for another kiss but Dan stopped her.

“Wait.”

“What is it?” she asked. She looked more confused than hurt. As though she didn’t normally get men stopping her from kissing them.

“I have a girlfriend. She’s downstairs… You’re beautiful… Really you are but I can’t do this…” he said.

“I won’t tell if you don’t,” she purred. She kissed him on the right cheek whilst stroking her hand down his left. The hand didn’t stop there, and neither did her mouth. She kissed his mouth again, encouraging him to kiss her back, whilst her hand moved down his body. Down his strong chest, across his stomach and over his crotch. “Do you want me to stop? It doesn’t feel as though you want me to,” she whispered.

Dan sighed with pleasure and kissed her again whilst she fumbled with his belt. Seconds later she freed his erect penis.

“It’ll be our secret,” she whispered as she started to stroke his hard shaft. “Do you want me to kiss it?”