Don't You Know Who I Am? Page 6

  “Hey, girl.” I hugged her.

  “Hey, chica,” Veronica said, hugging me back. “Let’s go party."

  We made our way across the border and to the pub. We approached the line and stood talking and laughing while waiting our turn. Glad to have the distraction, my bad mood dissipated. I suddenly felt two hands on my waist and I was slightly pulled back against a hard lean body. Shivers ran through me.

  “Come with me,” Javier whispered in my ear.

  I turned my head to the side to look up at him, smiling. “With my friends and your family of course.”

  “Of course.”

  This time it was me motioning to everyone to follow us up to the door. Veronica grinned and in we went. Javier shook the doorman’s hand and he may have slipped him some money for letting us all in. He took my hand and we went right to the bar.

  “What will you ladies have tonight?” Javier asked.

  I looked at Veronica. “Margaritas?”

  She nodded and I turned back to Javier. “We’ll have Margaritas.”

  Javier motioned to the bartender and ordered a pitcher of Margaritas and a pitcher of beer for him and his friends. I took out my wallet and he put his hand over mine.

  “Your money isn’t any good here.”

  “Why is that?” I asked, unable to stop smiling.

  “Because you’re with me and it isn’t very gentlemanly to let the lady pay.”

  “I see. Will you be retreating to your usual corner?”

  “For a little while.” He handed me the cups and picked up the pitchers. I followed him over to the table we sat at last week and he put down our drinks. He walked over to his friends without another word. A little disappointed by his departure, I sat down.

  Veronica leaned over. “I’ve never seen him allow one of his girls in here, let alone buy drinks and show affection in public.”

  “One of his girls? Is that what I am and how many are there?” I must have looked horrified.

  It made Veronica laugh. “I didn’t mean it like that. I meant in comparison to old girlfriends.”

  “Well, maybe that’s because I am not his girlfriend.”

  “Oh, I think you are.” Veronica shot back and raised her glass to me. I reciprocated and we drank up.

  A couple of hours went by and a few more pitchers of Margaritas disappeared at our table. Javier hadn’t approached all night but I saw him keeping an eye on us as we danced and drank.

  It approached midnight and right on cue, Javier gave the nod for his sister to leave. I watched as she obediently got up with her friends and headed for the doors. I didn’t think I’d ever like being told what to do by a boyfriend, or even an older brother. My parents were bad enough.

  Veronica tugged on my arm. “Come on, I love this song.”

  We went back out to the dance floor. We were dancing in our usual group when I suddenly felt someone behind me dancing in sync with me. I looked over to Javier’s table and nobody was there. I spun around and it was him.

  All of his friends were out here with us. I slid my hands up over his shoulders and eased nearer as we moved to the music. He grabbed me by the hips and pulled me closer. One song merged into the other and everyone kept moving.

  Javier pulled me to him and said, “Let’s go.”

  Chapter 8

  I nodded. He took my hand and led me outside. We walked across to his car. He opened my door for me. We drove away. I’d no idea where we were going and I didn’t care.

  He held my hand as he maneuvered through the cobblestone roads until we pulled up to a house with gates. He got out and unlocked them and then we drove inside. He had to get back out to close the gates.

  “Where are we?” I tried to see what was around me.

  “At my uncle’s house.”

  “The one whose daughter is getting married?”

  “Yes.”

  Javier parked the car and we got out. He took my hand and I followed him in the dark, not knowing where we were going. We stopped at a small house and he opened the door. Inside, he turned on the lights. We walked in and I looked around at a bar, a pool table, a television, and a couple of couches with a table between them.

  “This is my uncle’s game-room.”

  “And you happen to have keys to it?”

  “Why, yes I do.”

  He went around the bar, poured a premade Margarita over ice for me, and pulled a beer from the mini-refrigerator for him.

  “Here.”

  I took the drink. “Thank you.” I took a long swallow and looked at him, not really knowing what would happen next. He turned on Latin rock music, took my glass and set it down on the table.

  He put one hand around my waist, one behind my head and gently brought me to him, kissing me softly. I thought I’d start hyperventilating at the touch of his lips on mine. I pressed against him. It wasn’t a secret I wanted more. He kissed me harder this time and I reciprocated. Our tongues touched and twined together like we’d been kissing forever.

  His hands came around and brushed against my chest. My nipples tightened as he touched me. He pulled me closer. He groaned slightly. I was surprised at how much our embrace turned him on and how much I wanted to do more to make him feel as good I did at this moment.

  I slid my hand down the front of him and felt how hard he was. He peeled off my tank-top. I was scared of what we were about to do. I hadn’t done this before, but I didn’t want to tell him that. I’d had a boyfriend in Harrisburg. We’d kiss, touch, and rub up against each other, but that was it.

  I’d never taken my clothes off in front of a boy and certainly hadn’t lost my virginity. I must have looked scared because Javier paused and looked at me for a minute.

  He pulled me close again and kissed me softly. “Are you okay?”

  I nodded yes. “Yes, I’m okay.”

  He trailed kisses down my neck and I couldn't believe how sexy that made me feel. How did he know how to do this to me? Then I panicked. How many times had he done this? What if I didn’t measure up?

  I must have stiffened because he stopped and looked at me, silently questioning again. He picked me up and carried me to the couch, gently putting me down on it. He got on top of me and kissed me again. I kissed him back, deciding at that moment that I wanted this. I barely knew him, but I wanted him.

  He pulled his shirt off and I ran my hands over his smooth chest. He was perfectly sculpted and I wanted to kiss every inch of him. He reached around behind me and unhooked my bra pulling it off of me. I felt a little embarrassed as he looked at me and then trailed kisses down my throat and between my breasts.

  I was breathing so hard that I was panting with building anticipation. He put his mouth on one of my nipples and gently sucked. Oh that was glorious. I arched up and groaned. He put his hand on my other breast and caressed my other nipple at the same time.

  Gasping, I almost levitated off of the couch. He didn’t stop as I thoroughly enjoyed what he was doing to me. He reached down and unbuttoned my jeans. I was scared now, but I didn’t stop him.

  I didn’t really know what to do so I started trying to unbutton his pants. I fumbled and couldn’t seem to get them undone and he reached over and did it for me. He pulled off my jeans and I only wore my panties. He looked at me and I flushed with embarrassment.

  “You are so beautiful, Kayla.”

  I smiled, not knowing what to say or do. I definitely felt self-conscious, but sexy at the same time. He pulled off his jeans and kissed me again. I slowly moved my hands over him and felt how hard he was. He took my hand and rubbed it harder on him.

  He slid his hand down across my panties. I was suddenly aware of how wet I was. He gently slid his hand under the silk material and I felt his fingers touch me. I hadn’t realized how sensitive that area
could be. He moved his fingers over me and I cried out.

  “You are so wet, baby.”

  I felt embarrassed again. He rubbed his fingers over me some more and I was unsure what was happening to me. He slid a finger in me and I gasped again, pulling away slightly. He paused. Had I done something wrong? I opened my eyes and looked at him.

  “Kayla?”

  “Yeah?”

  “Have you done this before?”

  Oh God. What did I do wrong? How could he know?

  He looked at me and I didn’t want to look at him so I turned my head. I tried not to cry. The alcohol was getting the best of me.

  “Look at me, Kayla,” Javier said softly.

  I turned my head and looked at him, feeling tears in my eyes.

  “Is this your first time?”

  I nodded.

  He rested his head on my shoulder. “Kayla, why didn’t you say something?” He lifted his head and looked me in the eyes. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “Why do you think you’ll hurt me? Don’t you want to?”

  I stopped because I didn’t want to cry. Now, I just wanted to get out of here and never look at him again. How could he humiliate me like this? What if he told everyone at school and they laughed at me?

  “Of course, I want to or we wouldn’t be here naked on the couch.” He continued to look at me and smiled while brushing hair back from my face. “I shouldn’t have let myself get carried away like this. The first time, every time should be special. I could have hurt you, Kayla, and I don’t want to do that.”

  Now, I was crying and I couldn’t make it stop. I shouldn’t have drunk so much.

  He wiped away the tears. “Don’t cry. Please don’t cry.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  That was all I could think of to say, because I was sorry. Sorry I was here, sorry I didn’t listen to my parents and sorry this boy that I’d fallen for didn’t want to be with me.

  “Don’t be sorry. Shh, don’t cry, please don’t cry.” He kissed my neck, and then he gave me a kiss that was soft and slow. We kissed for a long time and I finally stopped crying and kissed him back.

  “We will.” He whispered to me. “When the time is right.” He kissed me again and again. I don’t know how much time passed because we fell asleep in each other’s arms.

  I woke when I heard a phone buzzing. Javier rolled over and took a phone out of his pocket. “Yeah.” He grumbled into the phone. “What time is it? Oh shit, I will get her home, yeah, on my way.” I was looking at him wondering what was going on.

  “It’s three in the morning and Veronica is pissed off because Dawn is frantic.”

  “Oh shit, my sister.” I jumped up looking for my clothes.

  We both stumbled around trying to get dressed. We started laughing at how ridiculous we looked.

  Once we were ready he pulled me to him and kissed me again, before smiling at me. “Thank you for tonight.”

  I smiled back, wishing it wouldn’t end. “We should go.”

  We got in Javier’s car and he drove like a maniac. We got through the checkpoint amazingly fast since it was the middle of the night. Dawn and Veronica were waiting for us at McDonald’s. Everyone else had gone home and I saw tears on Dawn’s face.

  I got out of Javier’s car. “Dawn, I’m so sorry. I fell asleep.”

  She looked at me. “Mom and Dad are going to kill us, Kayla!”

  “I know, I know. I’m sorry, truly I am.”

  “What are we going to tell them?”

  “Let’s tell them that we lost track of time. When the pub closed at two, it took almost an hour to cross with the flood of traffic coming out.”

  Dawn nodded. “Let’s go before this gets any worse.”

  I looked back at Javier and Veronica. “Veronica, I’m sorry.” I felt awful for doing this to her and seriously hoped she wasn’t mad at me.

  “It’s no sweat. I'll just blame this guy.” She pointed at Javier.

  I turned to go with my sister. We drove silently home and I held my breath as we walked inside. Just as we’d suspected, our folks had waited up and they were fuming mad.

  “Oh thank God, you girls are okay.” Mom screeched, as we entered. “Where have you been?”

  “You better have one hell of a story, girls,” Dad growled.

  Dawn didn’t even let me begin talking, taking the lead. “We were dancing and having fun when they announced it was closing time and we realized how late it was. Then it took over an hour to cross the border because of the masses of people coming back. We couldn’t call because our phones didn’t work in Mexico.”

  My dad looked hard at her. “Have you girls been drinking?”

  “No, Dad. Of course not. They only serve virgin drinks.” Dawn sounded so believable that even I was in shock and awe of her ability. She should really consider acting as a career.

  He continued to stare at us.

  Suddenly my mom chimed in. “We need to get international service for the girls. It’s just not safe for them not to have working phones.”

  Dad looked at her and said nothing. He turned back to us. “Go to bed, girls.”

  We almost ran past them to the stairs. I owed Dawn big-time. When we got upstairs, she stormed into her room.

  I went to find her once I’d changed into my PJ’s, finished washing my face and brushing my teeth. “Dawn?”

  “What?” Dawn sounded hoarse and irritable.

  “Thank you and I’m sorry. I really did fall asleep.”

  She sat up in bed, flipped on the bedside lamp and glared at me. “Really? You really left me at a bar in Mexico to go sleep?”

  Yikes, she’s really mad, I thought. “Well, not initially.”

  She looked at me some more and I couldn’t help but to notice how much she looked like Dad and acted like him.

  “Be smart, Kayla. Okay?” She flipped off the light and turned away from where I stood. “Don’t get hurt.”

  “I won’t. I promise.” I turned and went back to my room, climbing into bed.

  I wanted to talk to her about what happened tonight, but she clearly was in no mood to listen. It felt amazing being with Javier, but was this the right thing to do?

  Why was I so attracted to someone I’d just met? Why didn’t he keep going? Wasn’t it a notch in every guy’s belt to take a girl’s virginity? Was he really that much of a gentleman or was it that much of a turn-off? I rolled over and fell asleep tortured by the thought of Javier telling his friends about tonight.

  ~ ~ ~

  I woke to the sound of my phone buzzing a few hours later. I rolled over and looked at it. It was Javier.

  How’d it go? I hope you aren’t in too much trouble.

  Dawn saved my bacon last night, but I can tell she’s mad at me. I’m hiding in my room today.

  Saved your bacon huh? Should I join you in your room? I will show you my bacon.

  I laughed out loud. Now, that was funny and hot. No teasing. It’s not nice.

  I wouldn’t tease about that.

  That’s what I am afraid of.

  I will make sure you are not afraid.

  I know.

  I couldn’t stop smiling at how sweet he was and how erotic talking about sex on the phone was.

  I smiled to myself as I daydreamed about what it’d be like when we did get that moment together. Hopefully, it wouldn’t be a rushed event because we’d be so scared of getting caught that we’d rush it.

  I smiled again as I re-read our text exchange. I was ready for this. Every time he came near, I wanted to reach out and touch him.

  I’d better erase this, was my next thought. I’d get into even more trouble if my mom or dad saw this, and I couldn’t bear any more disappointed l
ooks from Dawn. I pulled a bottle of water from my mini-refrigerator and got back into bed. Maybe, I’d stay here all day and avoid the world until school on Monday. My phone buzzed again and I hoped it was Javier.

  Hey, girl. So are you officially Javier’s girlfriend now? Lol. Veronica asked.

  What constitutes being his girlfriend?

  Well, I think leaving a bar with him is a good start.

  You’ll have to let me know if that’s what he thinks I am.

  I don’t think I have to. I’ve never seen him all dreamy over any girl before. What did you do to him?

  I laughed to myself. If she only knew that I did nothing, then cried and fell asleep. Not what you are thinking.

  It’s none of my business. He just looks happy, that’s all.

  Thanks for everything. Is it still okay to stay with you during the wedding?

  Yep, if that’s what you want to call it. I’ve got your back.

  Thanks, girl.

  Chapter 9

  On Monday, I sat silently next to Dawn in the back seat of the car. Diego kept looking in the rear-view mirror while he drove us to school, probably wondering why we didn’t talk to each other.

  I fidgeted as I played with the hem of my pink halter style shirt. How would today go? Would Javier pretend he didn’t know me? Did he tell his friends about what we did the other night? This was killing me. Dawn’s refusal to speak to me didn’t help.

  Diego pulled up in front of the school. We still didn’t say a word as we went our separate ways to our classes. I almost held my breath as I sat in my first class and waited for Javier. I pretended to be reading when he walked in. He stopped at my desk and I looked up at him.

  He leaned down. “Please don’t make me sit this close to the front. Can we compromise and move back a little bit?”

  I smiled at him. “Sure. Where do you want to sit?” I slid out of my desk and followed him. As promised, he sat in the middle and not all of the way in the back of the room.