"I contacted a good lawyer friend of mine and you need to go over to his office now, because he's expecting you." My dad said, resuming speech.
"Thanks." I jumped up and rushed out of the room. I swear there was not one molecule of oxygen in his office. I felt like I was suffocating. I went over to the lawyer's office.
I was sitting in the waiting room when a man approached me.
"Hi, I'm Brian Seitzland. I'll be handling your case on behalf of Mr. Cohen."
"Are you a lawyer?"
"Yes."
"How long?"
"I passed the bar six months ago."
"How old are you?"
"25."
Brian Seitzland was hot, holy shit. If lawyers all looked like that, they wouldn't have such a sucky reputation. See, Brad was a wiry nerd, Matt was a pretty boy, but Brian had those rugged good looks. He was lithely muscled, like a swimmer but still had some bulk to his frame.
"Do you swim?" I asked.
"No." I didn't detect a southern under tone to his voice, like he was educated enough to cover his accent. So, he must be from somewhere else.
"Where are you from?"
"A little mountain town called Carbondale, Colorado."
"Cool."
"Cold actually," he flashed me a smile. He had a beautiful smile to match his beautiful everything else. Like anybody who meets a sexy somebody else, I was checking him out. I think he was doing the same to me. I was 18, I was legal. In danger of incarceration, but still legal. We talked for about 45 minutes, first about ourselves, just getting me relaxed, then we moved on the discussing the case. As we sat there talking, someone entered the room and he left with them. I just sat in the chair in the `interview room' and imagined Brian naked. I watched his sculpted ass through his dress pants as he went out of the room. Atlanta was lucky to have one hotter than hell Coloradan lawyer. Rugged good looks forged in the heart of the Rockies. They don't get better than that. I imagined him laying me out on that table, his tongue spelunking in my hungry mouth. I imagined him pulling out his 10 incher and feeding it to my puckered hole. His hot body spread out across mine as we fucked for all we were worth, which at the moment wasn't much, but still. I was lost in my erotic moment when he re-entered the room.
"Good news."
"What's that?"
"Under Gwinnett County Municipal Code, Matthew's parents have no right to press charges because he's 18. They were told they could press charges on his behalf because he's a dependent, but that was actually inaccurate. The police can press charges, but your daddy dearest threw a shit fit over that and so the police aren't pressing charges against you either. The possibility exists that Matt could press charges, but that's very unlikely at this point."
"That's great!" I stood up. Brian's eyes widened in surprise. Then a slight smirk crossed his face.
"What?" I asked. I followed his eyes. Oops. I had a raging hard on that wasn't even pretending to hide itself. He sat down and so did I. He pulled out a pad and started writing. I just sat there waiting for him to finish. He pulled off the piece of paper, folded it and handed it to me.
"That should take care of this, thank you for coming in." He stood again and we shook hands. I had adjusted so that my hard on wasn't quite so prominent. I went outside and unfolded the piece of paper. It said: I can help you with that...163 Whitehurst Avenue, 8:00 tonight. Then he gave his phone number. Damn. I was getting laid tonight after all and by an extraordinarily hot guy at that.
I'll spare you the in between time. At 7:55, I was in his driveway. I looked out of my windshield and beheld a thing of beauty. Brian was standing on his front porch. It was a modest house, after all, he was just starting out as an attorney, but it was cozy. He was standing at the top of the stairs, propping against a column. He had a coffee mug in his hand. I got out of my truck and walked up the steps. He just stood there, smiling. His smile made me shiver. I was excited and terrified. This was so beyond the realm of taboo that it isn't even funny. I was about to fuck a 25 year old lawyer! He didn't say a word, just turned and walked back toward his opened front door. I followed him into the front living room area. I looked around. It was nice enough, obviously a recently graduated bachelor pad- books, random clothes strewn about, mismatched furniture, but still mostly clean. We walked into the kitchen.
"Do you want anything to drink?"
"No, I'm okay." I was so nervous that I felt like I was suddenly 13 and squeaky again. I just looked at him. I couldn't look him in the eye, but I could still look at him.
We sat on the sofa a chatted for a few minutes. Then I felt him put his sock covered foot on top of mine. So, the games began. He was so engaging, I felt like I could talk to him forever. He asked questions and I readily answered. No one else could put me at ease the way Brian did. I could feel him inching closer as the conversation wore on. First, he slid over a little closer, and put his hand on my shoulder, then on my leg. He was trying so hard to get into my pants that I had a hard time not giggling. He was so fucking hot it's just unbelievable, but yet I still had reservations about this whole thing.
I couldn't quite put my finger on it. I know that he was only making small talk until I was comfortable enough to let him fuck me, and I was okay with that. But, I wanted something more. I wanted a connection. Matt and I and Brad and I had a connection, but I was mostly physical and friendly. I suddenly and inexplicably wanted something more than friends with benefits. I wanted a genuine connection with someone. I felt that sort of bond forming between Brian and I even in just the few minutes we'd spent together at his office and now here in his home. I felt it even though I know in my brain that he only wanted me because I was a convenient receptacle for his cock and that the feelings I had weren't mutual. I think that's how obsession gets started. Unrequited love is a dangerous thing.
He kept moving in closer.
"Are you okay?" he asked, "You seem tense."
"I am?"
He stood up and said, "Stretch out."
I did, I stretched out flat on my stomach on his couch. He took the tail of my shirt and pulled it up. I lifted my arms and his pulled it off, revealing my smooth, hairless back. He put one knee on each side of me and put his ass against mine. He started with the back of my neck and started working his way down my spine. The feeling of my flesh against his fingers...oh. He was magic. We kept talking as he massaged my whole back. Then he started with my arms. When he finished, he leaned down and seductively whispered in my ear, "How do you feel now?"
"I feel ggggreat." I moaned.
"Good." He kissed my ear lobe. The feel of his warm breath against my skin and his wet, hot mouth against my ear...yay! He started to grind his hips into my ass, I could feel the outline of his solid ass through both sets of clothing. I could see his shadow on the carpeted floor. His tall frame arched backwards as he got into it. I turned my head to watch him out of the corner of my eye. That was they same guy that interviewed me at the lawyer's office today!!! Now he was riding me!! Fuck!
"How was that?" he hissed into my ear.
"Ohhhh, I so needed that!"
I was so relaxed and exhausted, that I just laid there on his couch, my mind blank yet whirring. When I opened my eyes, he was sitting in a chair across the room, just staring at me. I yawned widely.
"Nice nap?" he asked.
I was so embarrassed. There I was ready to fuck one of the hottest guys I'd ever met and I fell asleep.
"I am so sorry." I gushed.
He just waved his hand in the air, "It's nothing. You've had a rough week. Don't worry about it."
"Dude, I really am sorry...I'll make it up to you somehow."
"Yes you will." He stood up. For once in my life I truly wasn't in the mood. I just stood up and stretched, extending my arms out as widely as they would go.
"What time is it?"
He glanced up at the clock on the wall. It was 11:20.
"Oh shit, I'd better get going." I raced to reassemble myself before heading toward the door. He was blocking my exit.
"Leaving so soon?"
"I've gotta go or I'll be in deep shit."
He looked at me- I could tell he was still horny as hell and REALLY didn't want to let me go. I wondered for a second whether or not I was in any danger. I don't think I was, but who knows what's going through his head.
"I need to go."
"Really? Sit down a little while."
"No, seriously dude, I need to go."
I pushed a little and he stepped aside and let me go. I was slightly shaken by his insistence that I stay, but he didn't follow me out to my truck, so I guess that was a good thing. I drove home in a bit of a stupor. I didn't really know what to make of that little interlude. Did it mean that Matt and I were finished? There was nothing between Brian and I except sexual gratification, but boy would I like there to be more.
When I got home, my mother was sitting at the table reading a book.
"Where have you been?"
"I was at a friend's house, I needed to get away for a while."
"You don't need to be going anywhere for a while." She replied calmly.
"Why?"
"Because you are not to leave this house without our permission. Clearly, you can't handle independence. We give you a little leeway and you nearly kill your own boyfriend- doesn't bode well for you."
"I didn't mean to." I sounded like a distressed three year old.
She still hadn't looked up from reading. "I know you didn't but that doesn't change the facts at all. You lost your temper and you almost cost a young man his life. I can't let you roam free if that's how you're going to behave."
I didn't know how to respond...she had an airtight case in my opinion. So, I just turned and walked towards the stairs.
"Who lives at 163 Whitehurst Avenue?" She asked as I walked away.
I froze. How did she know about 163 Whitehurst Avenue?
"Why?"
"Just curious. I asked Pop to keep an eye on you today so that you stayed safe. I asked him to do that so that if any of Matt's cronies tried to hurt you, he could intervene."
"Mom!"
"He followed you when you left this afternoon. He said that was the address you went to. Is that a friend of yours from school?"
"Yes. You had Pop spy on me?"
"Yes. But it was for your own good."
"Isn't it always?" I turned away, I wasn't sure if I should be more embarrassed or scared that my own grandfather knew about 163 Whitehurst Avenue. Did he see more than he was telling Mom? He had to have. My grandfather is not stupid; he had to have known what was going on.
"There's something else." She said.
"Dare I ask?"
"Brad stopped by today."
"What did he say?"
"He was just looking for you. He said that he wanted to talk to you."
"Why didn't he call?"
"How should I know? We got you a cell so I wouldn't have to be your social secretary. I guess he wanted to talk to you in person."
"Where is he now?"
"He went home. It's late, Drew. Rev. Morgan would be more than a little miffed if Brad had stayed here overnight waiting for you to decide to show up." She was royally pissed but making a huge effort to cover it. Normally, she'd make herself hoarse over something like this, yet she sat still, just her arms quivered a little as she held her book. I had a lot to think about, so I went to bed and straight to sleep.