Right Where You Want Me

"Babe, I'm going out with Vic, Casey and Jonny tonight. You want to come?" I ask my baby girl while she sits in my living room watching a movie and eating her bag of gummy bears and licorice. She's watching What Happens In Vegas. She watches too many movies, and I mean too many. She can practically recite the lines on every movie we watch. I usually find it a challenge to find a movie she hasn’t watched, which were basically all horror movies. I enjoy watching them with her, my source of entertainment. Her screams and cries, it was all just too funny to not laugh at.

"Where exactly are you guys going? Bar? Club?” She’s sitting on my couch, her knees up to her chest, and her vans on the floor. She’s wearing my mikeywhiskeyhands pull over sweater that I gave her not too long ago. She wasn’t a drinker, but she still wore it. Her hair was up in a messy bun, but it looks nice on her, she could pull it off.

Looking for my car keys on my pocket, I answer, "It’s poker night, so billards first then Casey’s house." I smile when she looks my way. She looks very comfortable in my couch and I wanted to join her, but I have plans. A few minutes wouldn’t hurt. I could be a little late, well; I’m already late but its pool. The fellows can wait a little longer.

"Nah, I'm gonna stay until the movie is over then leave back to my place. I promised Ryan I'd help him paint his room." She looks back at the flat screen television and bites on a licorice. I was a little bum that she didn’t want to come with me, but I know she doesn’t like the whole ‘being the only girl’ while I’m out with the guys. She also wanted me to have my guy time with the boys. I liked that about her, most girls I date usually wanted me all to themselves, another thing I like but not too clingy, because it annoys me. Cheli was actually chill about everything. The trust and she was never jealous.

"Okay," I found my keys and walk up to her, bend down and kiss her soft lips before I leave. "I'll come over your place once I'm done." I kiss her again, I couldn’t resist and she smiles during the kiss.

"Fo'sheezy." She replies with her cute smile on her face and I just couldn't help but kiss her again, this time more passionately. Her lips were so inviting, so soft and tender. They were all mine, so why not take advantage?

She snakes her arms around my neck, pulling me closer and I couldn't help but part my lips to let my tongue inside. She slowly opens her mouth a bit so I can slide my tongue inside and dance with hers.
God was she a great kisser.
My hands were up against the couch, holding myself so that I wouldn't fall on her.
She bit my lip gently and I couldn't help but growl.
"Go," she murmurs and kisses me one last time, leaving me wanting more.
"I rather stay in tonight with you." I whisper to her and try to kiss her again, but she pulls back, pointing towards the door.
"GO! You already have plans and so do I."
"Fine. I'll text you." I kiss her forehead and stand up straight to leave my house. "Later."
"Adios!"

I pull up to the pool place and walk right in, greeting the guy who works there and greeting the boys. I sit on the stool next to Jonny and order myself an icy cold Corona.
We make conversation with the guy working, who's one of our friends now. We came here weekly when we weren't touring and all the employees and owner knew us already. They knew about our band and stuff about our lives. They were pretty chill and sometimes gives us free beer. We never paid to play pool because they were that cool.

"What's up with you and Cheli?" Jonny takes a swig from his beer while everyone's attention is now towards me. I look down at beer and grin, thinking of her and her sweet smile and giggles. Then I think back on the day I met her, which was not too long ago. I plan on being her for a long time. We haven’t fought at all and I trusted her living with two guys. One of them is considered her brother, so I shouldn’t worry much about him and the other one, he’s in a serious relationship, so that isn’t going to be a problem.

"Nothing. Dating and what not." I shrug my shoulders and take a drink out of my bottle and look over at Casey. He has a smirk on and folds his arms on the table, about to interrogate me on Araceli. He does this to me with every girl I date or hook up with. I actually do the same to him and Jonny. They were all open about their relationships, but Vic wasn’t. He was those kind of guys who kept everything to himself. Whenever he had problems with them, he writes a song about it or just keeps to himself. The only time I know something is eating him, is when he drinks a lot.

"Is the sex good?" He smiles wider, showing his teeth, not embarrassed about the fact that he just asked me a personal question.

Vic almost chokes on his beer, and pats his chest with his hand, covering his mouth. I give him a concern then go back to looking at Caveman. "I never even thought about that all."

"What? Mr. WhiskeyHandz hasn't hit that yet?" Jonny leans on the counter more than Casey, curious to know more about the subject matter. Larry, the owner of the place, laughs and helps a customer.

"Very fascinating," Jonny comments, and laughs afterwards.

"No seriously, how's the sex. You always rate every girl you get with. She looks so innocent, those slow and passionate kinds. An 8, Perhaps?" Casey smirks at me and looks down to his phone, sliding his thumb everywhere. Vic keeps quiet and wanders around the place, his arms on the table, leaning back, staring at the pool tables and the customers playing.

"We haven't had sex. It was never in my mind until you brought it up. I'm actually surprised at myself, knowing how I am."

"Exactly how long have you been with her?" Jonny smiles at me, curiosity filling his color eyes. He keeps his stare at me, waiting for me to respond to his question so he can laugh at me. I was just dumbfounded about this subject.

"Four months," I trailed off. Dammit. Now it's on my mind I wonder if she ever thought about having sex with me. All we do is kiss and cuddle on the couch or bed, never had foreplay or anything. Maybe we will soon? Or maybe tonight?

"Four months of no pussy?" Caveman pats my back. "My prayers go out to you."

“Let’s all have a moment of silence,” Jonny puts his hands up like he’s a priest, speaking loud for others to hear. “For the loss of Mr. Wasty, whiskeyhands, womanizer days, now tied down to an innocent little girl whom isn’t giving him any bed time.”

They all laugh at me out loud, including Vic, who's minding his own business and not saying a thing, but could still listen to our conversation.

I shake my head, denying I’m whipped. I wasn’t. I really like her, that’s it so far.
Caveman walks to me, his hands still up and that stupid smile still on his face. He pats my back, “Good luck.” He says and heads to the shelf full of cue sticks.

Larry hands us a rack of balls and Vic takes them with one hand and taking his beer in the other hand. He still has a smile on his face.

“I’m not whipped nor am I tied down to her. You don’t see me proposing to her already.”

“Mikey, I wouldn’t be surprised if you do. Just remember, I’ll be available once you’re in need of a best man.” Casey smirks and finishes up his beer by downing it.

"Next time we go out, I'll already be hitting that, guaranteed. No one says no to the whiskeyhands." I smile, grabbing a cue stick from the little shelf and walking towards Vic. I apply the blue chalk onto the tip of the stick and look towards Jonny and Casey. One of them juggles the cue ball in their hand, while the other is glued to their phone.

Caveman pulls out a twenty dollar bill and places it on the table, “Twenty says you comeback with blueballs.”

Vic tries to hold back his laughter, but fails. Jonny joins him. I give them a brittle smile and take out my wallet from my back pocket and place a twenty on the table on top of his.

“It’s on.”

“I’ll hold on to the cash,” Jonny grabs ahold of the two bills. “Any other bets?” He looks around the room. Vic shakes his head and starts to aim with his stick.

“I actually want to bet myself,” Craig then takes out a twenty dollar bill. “Twenty,” He stretches the bill, “says that you don’t get past foreplay.”

I rub my chin, giving them a brittle smile. Vic breaks the balls and they go rolling everywhere around the table.

“Make sure to pay up next week.” I inform them and we start to play.



"I can't find my necklace," my girlfriend says as she looks everywhere on her dresser, which is filled with all these frilly girly things. Make up, hair dryer, blow dryer, lotions, perfumes, pictures, etc. But I didn’t mind, because she looks beautiful and smells incredible whenever we go out somewhere, even if it’s just at my place watching movies or playing video games.

She puts on the ring she always wears, that’s on her jewelry box, and continues searching for her necklace.

"Which one?" I get up from her bed and help her look for it. She wears a lot of jewelry so it's hard to figure out which one she’s searching for. I’ve only given her like one bracelet and necklace, since we haven’t been dating that long yet for me to give her more things.

"The silver one with the owl." She pouts her bottom lip and looks at up at me. "I guess I'll wear another one." She forces a grin on her face.

“Hedwig?” I joke which makes her smile brightly at me.

“Yesh! That one. Ryan gave it to me on my twenty-first birthday. And I thought I left it inside my jewelry box.”

"Out of curiosity, is that your favorite ring?” I point at her hand, “You always seem to wear it every day, since I met you. Did your parents give it to you or something?"

She peers down at her hand and plays with the silver ring on her finger. It has a heart shape in the middle with two diamonds on it, from my perspective. "It's a purity ring." She glances up and smiles at me.

My heart instantly stops and so did my breathing after I hear those four words come out of her mouth. "A what!?" I ask, a little louder, wanting to make sure I heard correctly. I’m really hoping I heard wrong.

"Purity ring. You know, abstaining from sex until you're married." She grins this time, but I didn't. I had a blank expression and continue staring at her. Trying to take in what she just informed me about.

"Why am I hearing this now?" I question her curiously and kind of upset I didn’t know about this.

"I didn't think it'd matter. Why are you so concern?"

I bite my bottom lip and look away from her. "It'd be nice to know you made that commitment." I stare at her yellow walls that had a collage of pictures of her and her friends. Some were with me. She takes a picture of us mostly all the times, I didn’t mind, I like taking pictures with her.

"It's not like you were thinking about having sex with me. I want to actually wait for the right guy so I know I won't regret it and get hurt."

"I'm not going to hurt you, Cheli. You know how I feel about you."

"I know." She gives me a reassuring smile. “True love waits, right?”

"Are you religious? Because you don't drink nor smoke—not that it bugs me." I put my hands up in defense so she doesn’t get offended or anything.

She starts getting skeptical and she lowers her voice, "I'm straight edge. I'm not religious I just take 'sex' and ‘feelings’ seriously. I wanna wait."

I rub my chin and look down; I sit down on her bed and run my hands through my hair as I look down to the floor. This means no matter how in love or how long we're together, she won't have sex with me at all. That's terrible, especially for me. I'm actually proud that she's not like some girls who open their legs easily, but it still kinda makes me sad that she’s never going to let me love her soon. I was actually looking forward to having sex with her for the first time. I wanted to see if she's the romantic kind like Casey said or has a kinky dirty side like most quiet girls are. They do say the quiet ones are the kinkiest one. Thinking of that, it’s already turning me on. Now I feel like I won't ever know unless I marry her but we’ve barley been together for four months. I don’t know what to do now. I didn't want to end the relationship because she's choosing to save herself for marriage. That would make me look like a total asshole. But I don't know. Relationships aren't all based on sex. Even though sex can save them.

"Does it bother you that I'm waiting?" She interrupts my deep thoughts and I shaking my head, lying. I’m already lying to her, that’s not such a good start on planning to convince her to give me a try. To let her know how much I care about her, but then if I tell her the truth, she’ll get all weirded out and hurt.

“Not at all,” I smile at her, hoping she falls for it. “I’ll respect your decision and alienate that subject.”

Did I just really say that? Now I’m lying again. I’m still going to try and see how far I go with her. I mean, she’ll like it. ALL girls love it and can’t get enough. I just need to convince her I really care about her and I just need her to fall in love with me, give it more time so it can all work out at the end. Right?

She smiles and walks towards me, standing in front and glancing down at me. She wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me oh so softly on my lips. "I'm ready." She mumbles in my lips and pulls me up with her. For a second, I thought she meant she’s ready to give it a try, but we all know I’m not getting any action soon.

We start heading out the door to my truck, hand in hand. My mind was pretty occupied right now. I don’t even remember where we’re supposed to go. I couldn't get the thought out of my head. I kept looking at her hand, at that ring. Now just wait until the guys hear about this. If it wasn't for them I wouldn't have asked about sex. We were doing just fine before the thought was in my head and now I really wanted it, but we can't, she's waiting. What do I do now?