12 Chapter 11 Good guy (mature content near the end of the chapter)

I watched him walk away; the cold that I felt still lingering.

"See you guys," Phil's voice brought me back to the reality.

Alex and I said goodbye to Phil and watch him follow Josh.

"Should we also head out?" Alex asked me. Nodding my head, I followed him.

"Was it Professor Griffith's class that you are assigned as a teaching assistant for?" Alex asked me as we headed out of the building.

"Yes, how did you know? Don't tell me Phil told you?" I asked him, rolling my eyes at him.

He laughed at me.

"How do you think that Phil ended up setting up this date?" He asked me.

"How?" I asked again, surprised this time.

"Because it was not Phil who initiated the date," Alex said as he stopped in front of me.

I looked at him.

Why the hell did someone like him want to have a date with me? Alex smiled again. He must have seen the confusion on my face.

"All in good time, Sophie," he said as he grabbed my hand and led me.

The university's stadium was almost packed when we reached there. As I followed Alex, I can see how famous he was- like literally. I could say that almost everyone knew him. They greeted him like old pal or there were girls giggling over him or flirting with him. When we finally found our seat, I felt like ages have gone by.

"You really are famous," I said to him, as he took a seat beside me.

He looked at me, smiling and I was sure that he could hear the sarcasm in my voice.

"You know there are perks of being famous, and I like that," he wrinkled his nose slightly. I shook my head- people.

The game was fun. I have always enjoyed being in the stadium and enjoying a good game. And while we were lucky that our home team ended up winning, it was too difficult to make an exit when the game ended. There were loud cheers and people breaking into dance everywhere.

"This is going to be a shit," Alex yelled at the top of his voice so that I could hear him.

I nodded at him, completely understanding him. "Let's not get separated," he said and then grabbed my hand. There was a lot of push and pull and finally fifteen minutes later, we were out of the stadium.

Alex and I both sighed big time once we were out of the crowd. We both appeared as if we have fought a battle to just get out. We looked at each-other's appearance and couldn't stop laughing.

"I am sorry," Alex said in between the laughs. "It wasn't the exit I was hoping for."

"Well, I guess you had the entrance you wanted," I threw the sarcasm at him. He looked at me, still laughing.

"You are good at it. And-," he said before I could interrupt him, "I don't think I can win against you. So shall we head out?"

He said throwing his hand up in defeat. I smiled at him and agreed. We had some snacks and drinks in between the game, so we were not hungry. But since it was just around 7:30, we decided to grab some beers.

We went to the bar but decided to take a seat in the outer seating area. Alex handed me a bottle while he got one for himself. He sat opposite to me.

"Cheers," he said.

"Cheers."

He took a gulp.

"Do you want to do this again?" Alex asked me. He really was a no-nonsense type of person, straight to the point.

I hesitated. If this was happening just a few days back, I would have immediately said yes. But now, I didn't know. Alex was honest and I did not want to make give him any false hope.

He saw my hesitation.

"You are not seeing anyone, are you?" Alex asked me.

"I am not," I answered him.

"So? Anyone of interest?" He looked at me- his green eyes raising in curiosity.

"Look," I said as I played with the bottle of beer on my hand, "you are a great catch. And I seriously wouldn't want to miss it. But I also don't want to jump into any kind of relationship when I am not sure about anything myself."

He did not say anything.

So, I continued, "Probably I am."

"You are what?" Alex asked taking another sip from the bottle.

"Probably I am interested in someone," I said to him.

"Well, I still have a chance then," Alex smiled at me. "Since it seems that it's not a two-way thing yet."

"You have a weird way of making statements," I said.

He laughed at me again.

It was almost 10:30 when we finally left the bar. I had to say that it was one of the best dates that I ever had. Alex had that weird sense of humor that made you feel happy and had fun. Many years later I still wouldn't remember what we talked about but what I remembered was light music playing at the background, us walking around in the night and Alex's laugh.

"Well, even if we don't catch up as date, I want to let you know that I am still interested," Alex said as we stopped in front of my apartment building. "And please don't feel awkward to say hi when we run into each other."

"Of course not!" I replied.

"Glad to hear that," he said as he turned to go. "Well, I will see you around." He waved and walked away slowly.

I wonder if I had taken this stranger's hand on that night, would my life had turned into different direction. Perhaps or perhaps not.

Its always weird how we human make decisions- we say we want to be happy, but we tend to choose a difficult path to get that happiness. Rationality and logical thinking go out of the window.

I was a bit tipsy and so decided to take the lift to my unit. Betts must still be enjoying her break with her boyfriend. Lucky her again!

The lift door opened. I turned towards my unit. And there he was, standing just outside the door; perhaps waiting for me.

But I really did not want him to be there- not when I was a bit drunk and definitely not when I had just turned down one goddamn good guy.

"What are you doing here?" I asked him as I opened the door.

"Waiting for you," he replied. Damn! Why the hell were everyone so damn straight to the point today?

"You should go. I am really tired and need a big rest."

I went in and tried to close the door. It was in vain- Josh was too quick for it. He closed the door behind him as he stared looking at me.

"You are drunk," he said.

"I had a bit of drink, yes. And you should really go-," I couldn't finish my sentence as he pinned me on the wall with his body. "What are you-?"

But the next thing I felt was his lips pressing over mine forcefully. His held my hands over my head with his one hand while the other caressed my body. There was no hint of teasing and playfulness in his touch today.

"Did you have fun?" He asked me, anger visible in his whole face.

I took the chance and broke free of him.

"What the fuck are you doing? Why are you angry?" I yelled at him.

"I am not angry!" He denied.

"Yes, you are!" I shouted at the top of my voice. I didn't care if anyone from outside could hear me. "You said we should start as friend. Then what the fuck is this?" I continued. "Is this what friends do?"

I was almost at the verge of crying. Perhaps it was the drink, I thought to myself. Yes, I wanted him- but not like this. This was not how I wanted things to turn out.

"Sophie…," he extended his hand to touch my face. I turned, away from his touch. He slowly walked towards me.

"I am sorry. I guess I was a bit angry," he said. "I didn't mean to…"

He did not finish his sentence. He just held me, his arms embracing me in its warmth. He smelled like green leaves with a hint of wine. It made me want to just let go of everything and hold on to him. I knew then that perhaps what I was feeling was love- but I had a nagging feeling that it all started from the wrong side.

I was too tired. I did not want to think anything and so I let him lead me. At that moment I could have gone anywhere he took me. Gone was my frustration of a moment ago. Was I always like that, I questioned myself?

His lips were on mine as we reached my room. As I drew him closer to me, I could feel the heat of his body under his shirt. As my hands reached to unbutton his shirt away, his kiss became harder. I couldn't breathe. His tongue was exploring inside of my mouth while his hand helped mine to take off his shirt. I could feel his hard body underneath my fingers. As his lips moved down on my necks, I let out a moan of pleasure.

Damn- I wanted him all over me. His hands moved under my clothes, grabbing my breast. I wrapped my legs around his body. There I could feel his already hard body between his legs. I wanted it- I wanted it inside me.

As he took off my top and bra showering more kisses on my necks, his fingers started to play with my breasts, pinching the nipples and pulling them teasingly. Then his lips started to play with them. I let out a protest when his lips let go of them but then he moved on to the other. I was losing focus. I couldn't even open my eyes. It was as if I was drunk but not just on beer or drink. I was drunk from his touch.

As his lips continued to play with my breasts, his fingers trailed below my stomach. Slowly, they were inside my undies. I let out a gasp, holding his hands- almost as if to stop them from moving any further.

However, his fingers slid in between my legs.

"Josh…" I almost pleaded him.

I did not know myself if I wanted him to stop or continue.

He looked up at me. The playful smile back on his face. I knew my face was all red and my eyes were unfocused from the pleasure. Nobody has ever touched me there.

With a jolt I realized that his finger was already inside me. I wanted to yell and yet wanted him to continue.

"Ah…"

"Do you like it?" He whispered in my ears. I couldn't resist his whisper.

"Josh…please…"

"What do you want baby?" He asked me.

I couldn't answer him as he inserted another finger inside.

His fingers were playing inside me. I could feel them moving, touching me in places that made me feel crazy. A gush of excitement came over me. I wanted them inside. I moved my hips a bit, making him go even deeper.

"No…ahh…" I couldn't care how I sounded at that moment. All I care was how good I felt- I felt like I couldn't breathe…every part of my body seems to focus on his touch inside me. Then I felt a sudden gush of heat going out of my body. And the next moment I was gasping for more breathes.