The loud buzzing from my phone snaps me out of the spell Ollie's put me under.

I remove his hands from under my skirt with a hard shove and rea over to the white side table needing to talk to who ever has saved me from making a another mistake for the second day in a row.

Before I grab it, Ollie swipes the phone and places it to his ear answering it in all his English accented glory, "Muriel's answering service."

Oh my God.

He could get me in so much trouble if it is someone important.

"Ollie, no." I whisper-yell and reach quickly for the phone at his ear. He swats my hand away and tucks his long legs, rolling back across the bed. He stands with a smug smile fixing his eyes to mine, "Jeremy, what a lovely surprise."

Crap!

"Ollie, don't. Give me the phone." I round the bed quickly to put a stop to the incoming disaster of a conversation.

"Her hands are quite full at the moment, may I take a message?"

"Oliver!" I reach for the phone but he pushes my hand away and turns keeping it well out of my reach.

Whatever Jeremy is saying has Ollie scoffing and shaking his head but the smile has yet to leave his curvy lips, "Mate, you've fucked it all on your own. I've kept my nose out of your lots relationship for the last 6 years, so spare me the bullshit. This is your fault, not mine."

I reach again although I know I can't reach the phone with my shorter arm span. "Actually, too right you are, Jeremy. Here's Mury." Ollie hands me the phone, his eyes are suddenly dark and blazing.

Due to the sudden change in Ollie's demeanor, I'm slightly nervous to talk to Jeremy, but I take the phone carefully.

"Jeremy?" I hold it to my ear and turn away from Ollie stepping towards to the open window of the bedroom, requiring the fresh air.

"Muriel, I can not believe you are in Cornwall with Oliver, alone. This is beyond unacceptable. Do you know what your father is going to say when he hears about his?"

Here we freaking go. This is all because Ollie answered the phone.

"I didn't even know he-" I begin letting the warm air blow in from outside and cool my tempered face.

"The two of you have no business being alone together. Not to mention we broke up less than two days ago."

"Actually, Jeremy, I can do what I want. Because we did break up. You cheated on me, remember?"

"I didn't, I mean, I did a little. But we were on a break-."

Soft lips press against my neck instantly making me melt. The surprise of the tender touch causes an involuntary whimper to leave my lips and my body to relax into Ollie behind me, my obedience to wanting to do the right thing gone.

I hear Jeremy's voice continue in loud sharp intervals but it's like he's speaking another language.

I twist around in Ollie's arms and rise to my toes molding my mouth to his. I kiss him because it is a little bit wrong, and it will have my dad seeing red. But I also kiss him because I want to.

I came here wanting to put myself first. Not my dad, or Jeremy, or even Ollie. I want him, so I'm going to kiss him. I'll deal with the repercussions of real life after the weekend. Right now, I want to drink him in greedily.

Right now, with Ollie's hands roaming all over my body I want that jerk to hear it so I don't even bother hanging up on Jeremy before tossing the phone wherever it lands behind Ollie's shoulder. I run my hands up his shoulders and neck until I feel his soft hair between my fingers. I pull him against me using his hair, until our lips pinch against our teeth.

A deep guttural growl comes from him. He plants his hands on my waist and drops to the bed pulling me with him leaving me straddled over his waist.

The small voice of Jeremy yelling my name like an annoying little mouse from the floor pleases me way more than it should.

"You know you didn't end the call, right?" Ollie speaks between our kisses.

"Yup. I'm tired of everyone bossing me around." Ollie included.

This is my weekend. I am done putting everyone else before me like I've been doing for the last twenty five years. Clearly, it hasn't gotten me anywhere. So I might as well do the most frightening thing and ...embrace change.

Using my new found bravery, I swallow down the fear building in my throat then drop my hips rolling myself against the intimidating bulge between Ollie's legs.

The momentary friction releaves the throbbing ache coming from my center but when I pull back it aches ten fold.

"You can grind yourself on me." His breath is labored and voice deep. If I wasn't so turned on, I'd be embarrassed. But, instead I decide to leave my embarrassment for Monday.

I roll myself against him again, very aware of the pool of arousal in my underwear while his hands aid in my rolling motion by clasping my thighs under the skirt.

His sweatpants low on his waist leave basically nothing to my imagination of what he has going on below the belt. The thought makes my cheeks burn, and I'm half wanting to picture the sight of Ollie's penis and half mortified that I want to see it.

Is this wrong? Should we not be doing this?

"God, you're beautiful, Murry." He says, his hands digging into my upper thighs rocking me back and forth against him.

He's all soft skin and tight muscles underneath me. My hands take in all the man he's become from his pronounced pecks to the ripples of abs leading down his stomach. I am having a free-for-all, and it seems he is as well.

His hands no longer remain on the safe skin of my legs or back but they've traveled up, stealing squeezes of my butt and up the sides of my ribs. "Can you take this off?" He asks tugging at the sleeve of my shirt.

I sit up, needing to breathe and think clearly after that request.

"You don't have to do anything you don't want to." He adds quickly. "I just want to feel your skin on mine."

My eyes drop from his face at the tanned skin of his torso, the warm tan from working outside without a shirt makes me itch with anticipation to feel his stomach on mine.

Folding my lips, I grab the hem of the knotted shirt but I'm stopped quickly, "Wait, I'm sorry. I'm moving to quickly for you. Fuck."

"Okay, but I want to."

"Are you sure? I don't want to scare you off or do something wrong? You need to tell me if I'm moving to fast."

My heart quickens in pace and nod. With one quick movement I pull the shirt off and toss it to the side, "Can you..." I begin but fear has me stumbling on my words, "I want you to take your pants off...is that okay?"

This is something Muriel Reazpoe would never say.  I still have sex the majority of the time with a bra on for goodness sakes, not that I'm thinking about having sex with Ollie...

"You want me to take my bottoms off?" Ollie leans up onto his bent elbows looking so hot he's nearly edible.

"I think so?"

"No, we aren't doing this unsure thing. Because I will inevitably fuck it up. You need to be very black and white with me."

I gnaw on my bottom lip and find it so strange how well he's handling this right now. If anything he's acting like a mature adult while I'm the irresponsible teenager afraid of the words penis and vagina.

"Okay, I'd like your pants to come off." I correct slightly a little more convincing.

He lifts me with a mischevious smile so I'm straddling his neck. I gasp and grab the head board to brace myself before I fall on his face.

The sight of  his face below my crotch area is tantalizing as well as terrifying. He shimmies out of his pants and curls his arms around to my hips and gazing up at me from between my legs, "Now what do you want?"

Oh my goodness

"Umm...you can go on top of me." I say wanting to be back in a safe zone rather than this awkward position of me nearly sitting on his neck.

I let out a yelp when he grips my hips and flips us, me on my back and him still between my legs only hovering over me this time. "Okay?" He asks eyeing me waiting for my instruction. He places a lingering kiss on the inside of my thigh waiting for me to give it but I can't form a thought.

"Do you want me to go down on you, Murry?"

Do I...huh?

"Umm, what? I'm sorry, I'm really...frazzled."

He smirks and sits up from between my legs and places a relaxed hand over my bent knee, stroking my knee softly. "Frazzled sounds like you are uncomfortable. Do you want to just kiss? Cause' that is more than fine with me? Or talk? We can always talk as well?"

"No- I'm just trying to process all of this."

"So you want me to eat you out?"

"N, no. I mean yes, I mean- sorry, I'm just really confused." The more I stutter and speak the more embarrassment fills my cheeks and the thought of being bright red right now is like a domino effect of becoming even more embarrassed and even more red.

God, I am so not sexy.

He narrows his eyes at me and moves from my legs to lay beside me resting a calm hand on my stomach, "You don't have to be nervous with me. I'm happily up for anything you want to do."

"This is so embarrassing, I'm sorry, I'm ruining the mood."

"Hold on." He interjects quickly and rises from the bed. Ollie grabs the phone from the floor and taps the screen then sets it near the foot of the bed, "He doesn't have the right to listen to us. So, First off, nothing could ruin my mood right now. I'm on cloud fucking nine." He returns to me, placing a hand on my stomach. The touch calming my nerves but sparking the electric bolts down my spine again. "We can make out until my lips fall off. We don't have to do anything else if you don't want to."

"Okay." I'm releaved he's put that out there. But I'm also really let down. I do...I think...want to do more than make out. I'm just not sure?

He watches me as I continue my internal battle of being brave or being the old Muriel.

It's not like this is a one night stand. I know Ollie, I've known him forever and I trust him more than I trust a lot of people. We're both consenting adults...and both single... why am I having such a difficult time with this?

"I'm sorry." I say realizing I've been in my head for over a minute while he's been waiting for me to speak.

"Stop apologizing. You're allowed to have a think. Take your time, I'll be here." He grins and rolls to his back folding his arms behind his head gazing up at the ceiling.

I smirk, unable to keep from giggling and roll to my side appreciating how  beautiful he is even in his boxers.

I do want him... even if its just for the weekend. "Um, I do want to do more than just kiss." I refrain from mentioning 'I think', but the urge is there to say it.

"Brilliant," He rolls to his side and smiles wide biting onto his lower lip, "You can change your mind at any time, you know that right?"

"Yes."

"Right," He scoots closer and removes my glasses from my face, folding them and setting them on the table behind me. He stops hovering over my shoulder and drops his chin to rest on it, "What would you like me to do?"

My heart races and my face burns, "Can I...touch you?"

He looks puzzled for a moment and falls back to his back then his brows rise, "You can touch me all you want."

I suck on my lower lip and scoot over to him, glancing at the waistband of his boxers. I tentatively, reach out and dip my trembling finger tips under the waistband of his boxers feeling this abs tighten and his stomach jolt from my touch. "Sorry, I didn't expect you to go under my boxers."

"Oh!" I panic and make a move to pull the tips of my fingers from his waistband but his hand grabs my wrist and shoves it further down so my knuckles bump into his hard penis.

"Oh," my goodness.

I don't dare look at his face so I wrap my hand around it, hearing the sharp hiss coming from him and stroke him once.

It's an intimidating size as far as penis's go. I mean, I've seen plenty given what I'm going to school for, but I've only been around one that has been erect.

My fingers can't reach all the way around and the short strokes I'm doing I know aren't reaching the tip of him. His boxers are tented high from his erection giving me an idea that he is particularly well endowed.

"I want to touch you." He breathes out in a moan.

"Okay," My center flutters and my stomach jolts twisting excited and nervous all at once.

He twists back, removing my hand from his boxers and climbs between my legs, his eyes finally dropping from my own and taking in the sight of me in my bra and skirt, "Do you want this on or off?" He asks lifting the material of the skirt.

"On." I answer quickly causing him to break into a smile that gives me butterflies. He sucks on his lips and drops his hand between my legs, moving my underwear to the side. His eyes widen and gleam, surely by the state of my underwear, then he rubs a circle around the most sensitive part of me.

One circle and I'm tensed everywhere, my toes curl and I fist whatever I have my hands around. His finger moves away but his hand remains, "Is this okay? You're about to draw blood." He half jokes and gestures to my nails digging into his arm.

"Yeah, sorry."

Ollie dips down biting onto my lower lip and draws it out while his finger returns to the sweet assault down below, "No more apologizing. Got it?"

"Mmhmm."

The circles his does with his finger makes me see stars. My knees drawing and my toes curl tightly, I have no idea why this is so much better than the few times Jeremy did it? What in the hell is he doing to make this feel this good?

"Oh my," I pant and force my eyes shut, "What are you doing?"

He ignores my question and kisses me again, sliding his tongue against mine leaving me writhing beneath him. Pressure builds deep in my guy and my extremities begin to tingle. Out of nowhere it's like my insides explode and waves of pleasure courses throughout my entire body.

From the tip of my head down to my toes I'm in a state of euphoria, high in the clouds unsure what the hell just happened.

"Shit, I've...got to change."

Change?

I drop my eyes and notice the front of Ollie's boxers are damp. "I'll be right back. I've got questions you need to answer, Murry." He slips out of the room leaving me to come back down to reality...

I wait for regret to kick in....

....still waiting?

...

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Okay so LOL I didn't want to be totally hot and sexy because well, Murry isn't sexy lol

I hoped it came across a little awkward but still endearing

And hmm...I wonder why Murry was so blown away?!