Chapter 9: Chapter 9

Put that phone down and come eat your breakfast before it gets cold!” orders mom. When skating stops, family meals take off like wildfires. My injury snares me into these breakfast and dinner meetings my parents use for strategizing me to-be gold medal win at the Olympics. Mom goes on and on about how cute Scott is and how we are going to become the perfect unbeatable couple. She is astonished that I never met him before at any of the competitions even though we are competing on the same team. She keeps saying, how pleased I will be when I finally meet him.

“Just a second, I’m texting Anna.” The smell of bacon and toast is beginning to make my mouth water. Mom places Dad's dish in front of him, he has a full breakfast with eggs, bacon, toast, and orange juice. I text ANNA:

ISABELLA: GG (GG is our short form forgot to go.)

Mom places my dish if you can call it that in front of me. It has the tiniest scoop of eggs I’ve ever seen and a child’s portion of orange juice, “Where’s the rest of it?” I ask sarcastically.

“Your mom and I noticed you’re putting on weight since you’ve been off the ice. We’re reducing your portions until you go back. We don’t want you to become a heifer!”

“Dad you’re so charming!” He is Simon Cowell’s twin in the looks and wit department minus the British accent, money, or ear for music.

“We’re just protecting you,” mom sides with dad.

“Now that we know when you’re cleared to skate, we’ve taken it upon Ourselves to arrange a meeting between you and Scott, he and his mother are coming over next Sunday for Thanksgiving dinner so the two of you can meet. You start to practice the following Tuesday at 7:00 a.m.”

“Which arena? Who’s going to coach us?” “His arena, his coach.”

“How unfair!” I complain.

“Both have reputations that precede them,” Dad explains.

Mom starts clearing my dishes away, “How was the dance last night?

I didn’t hear Anna’s car drop you off.”

“It was okay,” I answer casually. Michael’s facial expression when he said he wants my virginity flashes in my mind, giving me shivers of excitement.

“Well, you should make the most of it, because, after Thanksgiving, your mom is going to have you on lockdown. You will be eating, drinking, and sleeping in school and skating,” dad warns for the GA zillionth time. He is getting a kick out of my pain and suffering.

Mom rolls her eyes like we share a secret from dad or something, “Don’t listen to him Honey, after Thanksgiving, your life is going to be worse than lockdown, it’s going to be more like prison slash boot camp!”

“Great, Bring it on!” I say sarcastically like it already wasn’t. I can’t leave the house fast enough. Grabbing my jacket and bag, I bid farewell to my wardens and head out. It’s starting to get cold outside and there is frost on the grass but not on the windshields yet. Anna and Lara are waiting patiently in the driveway to take me to school.

I open the back door and slid onto the leather seat without greeting them. “Your mother and father are hounding you, again aren’t they?” Anna asks intuitively. She glances at me in the rearview mirror before running her fingers through her hair trying to comb through it.

“Their incessant,” I complain. “I would like to get up once in the morning and NOT hear about Scott. I hate him, and I haven’t even met him yet. As far as my parents are concerned he walks on water.”

“When are you meeting Scott? Michael doesn’t mind you skating with a guy?” Lara’s mischievous smile is hard to miss.

“My parents invited Scott over for Thanksgiving. As far as Michael is concerned, I think he’s okay with me skating pairs. I told him. I assume he realizes it’s with a guy. I think he’s just too confident to care. What bothers me is that I just found out I’m switching to Scott’s club and changing coaches to HIS coach. He doesn’t have to endure any changes, I’m the one getting uprooted. It’s not fair!”

“How did he swing that? I’d be complaining if I were you.” Anna advises.

“I did like it did anything. Again, the guy walks on water.”

A phone chirps and nobody knows who’s it was. We all go digging through our bags to see who’s it was, it turns out to be mine.

MICHAEL: Tonight, let’s double with Johnson & Anna.

ISABELLA: Sounds great. Can we invite Jeremy & Lara? MICHAEL: Sure! Fucking guy doesn’t stop talking about her. ISABELLA: Great, where do you want to meet?

MICHAEL: I’ll pick you up?

ISABELLA: My wardens won’t be impressed? Starbucks.

MICHAEL: Wardens?

ISABELLA: Mom & dad

MICHAEL: Ok Starbucks it is, 7?

ISABELLA: Sure.

The mood lightens in the car significantly after we are all ensured a date.

We arrive at Starbucks before the guys. The lineup is literally out the door, so we grab a table and wait for it to dissipate.

Lara is dressed to kill in a black mini dress just barely covering her red G-string underwear. I had the misfortune of catching an eyeful when she was reaching in the backseat for her purse. I was tempted to give her a wedgy but fear my fingers would slide into places unknown and wisely decided against it.

Anna on the other hand looks more demure. Her dress lands center thigh after she tugs it down an inch or two. It will stay like that until she does something like take a step or breath, and then it rides right back up again. Her underwear has about three square inches more fabric than Lara’s thong if she is lucky.

My skirt lands comfortably just above my knee. Unbeknownst to the girls, I chose to go commando. Having underwear on all the time makes me feel like I’m suffocating. The odd time, I just like letting my skin breathe and this is one of those times, needless to say, I’m very careful not to pull a Lara.

I hear the growl of the Mercedes before it catches my eye, behind it is a silver Honda Civic.

Michael the sole occupant of his car, gets out and hits the key fob so the doors lock automatically, and the alarm engages. He’s wearing a baseball cap with a black hoodie over top. His low riding jeans that usually expose his six-pack are hidden by the length of the hoodie depriving me of a picturesque visual. His six o’clock shadow gives him a rough, edgy, bad boy look. I’m all over his look, yum!

Johnson and Jeremy get out of the other car and follow him in. I’m taken by Michael’s look, barely noticing the other two, “They’re here!” I say excitedly.

The line magically disappears and Michael walks straight to the counter and motions subtly with his finger, for me to join him. I jumped from my chair and scurry to his side, “Do you want anything?” he asks in a gravelly voice quietly in my ear.

The five-foot-nothing girl with the Lennon glasses, short hair, and tall attitude is impatiently waiting for our order, “Can I help you?”

I look into Michael’s hooded eyes, “I just want you,” I flirt. Michael aware that the bitch with attitude is waiting gingerly covers my lips with his own in a greeting that gives steamy a whole new definition. He doesn’t give a damn who’s looking or waiting. He’s taking his time with me, and it is so hot.

He finishes his kiss and pulls away only slightly, “No, seriously, do you want anything?”

“Chai Latte,” I answer quietly to him.

He turns to the girl, “An Andre and a Chai Latte.”

She takes her marker and starts writing on our cups, “Name?” she snaps.

“Isabella,” I speak up, noticing his instant dislike for her.

He pays her for the drinks and leaves me to wait for them while he greets the girls and takes a seat at the table. He wants me to serve him. I’m playing his game, so I grab the drinks placing lids and sleeves on both, and place them before him sub-servant like, “Here you go, sir.”

I was about to take my vacant chair when he silently pats his knee motioning for me to sit on his lap. I do what he beckons me to do and he starts kissing me wildly in front of Anna and Lara like they aren’t there. He’s making a point of claiming me in front of my closest friends with his demanding kisses pulling the nape of my neck closer to him, as he kisses me harder. He is not concerned about the scene we’re making.

“Oh Please!” Anna giggles, “Get a room!” He releases his firm hold on me, so I can catch my breath.

Johnson and Jeremy join the table, “Save it for the movie theatre,” Johnson suggests.

“What movie are we going to see?” Lara asks Johnson.

“Whatever his heinous wants,” Johnson says looking pointedly at Michael.

Michael looks at me, “What movie do you want to see?”

“Coming to America,” I vote quickly. I’ve wanted to see it since it came out even though the reviews were terrible. I never had the time. Now, I finally do.

“If my lady wants Fifty, then that’s what she’s getting,” I know Michael’s comment has a double entendre.

“Do we have to see a Tammy flick?” whines, Jeremy.

“You might learn something,” Johnson mocks.

“Don’t worry, I know an old theatre in Lekki where we won’t be seen. Hasn’t been updated since the eighties,” Michael reassures.

We don’t wait to finish our drinks before starting to drive over to the theatre. Michael and I drive in the Mercedes, everyone else takes the Honda. He starts the car and fidgets with his DVD player until the song of his choice came on, “Do It to Me,” by David Usher. There’s no mistaking the sexual innuendo of the song, “You look beautiful tonight,” he says in a deep voice.

I blush to listen to the song and feeling his hungry eyes burn holes right through me. I’m getting all hot and bothered even though he hasn’t laid a finger on me since we got in the car. “You look ridiculously hot tonight,” I return the compliment. His eyes never leave the road as he receives the admiration humbly only displaying a small smile.

Michael isn’t kidding about knowing a theatre that hasn’t been renovated since the eighties. It’s located in an industrial section of Lekki. The movie ticket prices are cheap because that is their only way of luring people in. Only four movies were playing, the other three I have never heard of before.

We go to the small concession stand and order popcorn and drink. We plan on sharing. There are no other moviegoers there until the rest of our friends turn up.

We wait for everyone to order their goodies before venturing into our theatre. The seats are old and rickety, when we push them down to sit they squeak. The sticky uncarpeted floor is almost flat ensuring few people have a good view. We are the only ones in the entire theatre, which means we have our choice of seats.

“Take them back,” suggests Michael. I lead him to the centered seats at the back of the theatre.

“Is this good?” I ask him.

“Perfect,” he answers. He sits down, and Johnson sits next to him,

“What are you doing Fag?”

Insulted, Johnson replies, “What the fuck are you calling me fag for?”

Michael answers him impatiently, “We have the entire fucking theatre to ourselves, and you sit right next to me. Why the fuck do you think I’m calling you fag for? Now move!”

As couples, they get up and disperse themselves in the theatre. I can’t help but giggle at Johnson and Michael, even Anna and Lara are laughing at how the friends bicker.

The theatre gets dark and the traditional red velvet curtain starts parting ways. We must have watched five or so trailers before the movie begins. Michael rests his arm on the back of my seat and his bicep pushes against the nape of my neck. It isn’t until two, maybe three minutes into the movie that his hand guides my face to his and his demanding kisses begin.

I lay the popcorn down on the seat next to me, never pulling away to do so. His hands begin probing the curves of my body. I slide my hands into his hoodie and pulled his head closer to me feverishly. He tugs at my blouse untucking it for access to my breasts. He slides his hand in cupping my breast and then pulls the strap down releasing it. He caresses my nipple with his fingertips making me moan into him. He stops kissing me and drops his head down so that he can take my breast in his mouth. I can only see the top of his hoodie as I feel his warm tongue gliding rapidly over me. He sucks it into his mouth and my breath catches as I squeal in delight completely involuntarily. He does the same with the other until it’s my turn and he waits for me to please him.

I want to satisfy him. Showing him I’m all his, I unzip his pants freeing him. I stroke him first slowly and then pick up speed until he is no longer able to contain himself. His pleasure oozes out all over him and my hand. His eyes slowly open and he finds me licking his liquid pleasure from my fingers, which turns him on. I use the napkins from the concession stand to clean him up before I go to the lady’s room, to wash off the remaining film from my hands.