Laughing Fate Page 13

  "Potter! Just who I was looking for! We are going to play rugby, you wanna join us?"

  "Sorry cuz, but I have to go see a girl."

  "Oh really? Who? Do I know her? Well can you at least get me your football before you run off?"

  Potter was itching to leave and finally fix things with Puck, but he forced himself to calm down. A few seconds wouldn’t hurt any, so he opened the door and told Katie to follow him. She followed him out, excited about retrieving the football.

  "So who is this mystery woman? Are you serious about her? You know our crazy great Aunt Lee tried to set me up with you. She started out by saying you were my cousin... how crazy is that?! I really think she’s lost some of her marbles if you know what I mean!"

  Potter laughed as he walked to the shed. His cousin Katie could always make him laugh; she always had a story or a joke to tell. He rummaged around until he found the football, which he threw at her.

  "I really have to go, Katie. Next time, we’ll hang out and I’ll even let you win at b-ball."

  "Oh yeah right! You know there isn’t any allowing happening when I win! I’m awesome at basketball; I can beat you any day of the week! I’ll see you later, cuz. Good luck with your girl!"

  Potter waved good bye and jumped in his car. It was finally time to smooth things over with Puck.

  ****

  Puck fumbled with her keys outside of her townhouse, trying to unlock the stupid door. She dropped the keys and cursed softly under her breath. The walk home from Potter’s house had been torture. Pictures of Potter kissing some bimbo kept filtering through her brain. He was such a man whore! He kissed her on the beach while he still had a girl friend and now he was making time with some other girl! Puck had started off furious, her steps long and swift, but it quickly turned to sadness. She was lonely and she missed the big stupid oaf.

  By the time she had made it to her house, her eyes were filling up with tears. Then when she had tried to unlock her door, her stupid keys wouldn’t work! Puck bent and picked up her keys and jammed one in the lock. Wrong key. She blindly jammed another in and breathed a sigh of relief when it opened. She had to get off the streets now; she didn’t want anyone to see her cry.

  She thanked the heavens that her sister wasn’t home. She was staying at her friend’s house again so Puck was all by herself. ‘Alone, like always,’ she sadly thought. She had tried unsuccessfully to forget about Potter and his damn kiss, but it had been three years since she had last been kissed, and it hadn’t been anything like that. Her body was hungry for a man’s touch, even if her mind knew better.

  She couldn’t get involved with a guy like Potter, he would just break her heart. ‘But he kisses so darn good!’, whined her inner goddess, who was actively trying to influence Puck to chase after Potter, rip off her clothes and offer herself up to him.

  "Not gonna happen, lady", Puck said out loud to add emphasis to it. For one, she wasn’t that kind of girl. She had never slept with anyone not even Kyle. She really believed in waiting until marriage, she wanted it to be special and believed it would cause a close bond with her husband. Not that she was ever going to marry.

  Puck stripped out of her work uniform and sank down on her couch. She tried to stop the dang tears from rolling down her face. Why was she crying for Potter? They had only been friends, so what if he kissed like a god? He could hook up with any person he liked, be it male, female, or animal.

  Puck smiled slightly at the picture of Potter making ‘come hither’ looks to a sea lion. She sighed and laid down on her back to stare up at the ceiling. She wondered how many quarters would fill her ceiling. She’d never been much good at math, so after about a minute of trying to figure out how to calculate it, she gave up. She had to distract herself or she was going to go crazy. Every time she closed her eyes she saw Potter’s smiling face. She had to stop thinking about him, he’d been fun, but it was time to let the little man whore go.

  She closed her eyes and willed herself to sleep.

  She woke up to a loud banging on her door. She fumbled for her cell phone and cursed loudly when she saw it was four in the morning. Her back hurt from her nap on her couch, and she had the mother of all headaches. Who could be at her door? She opened the door with out checking who it was, and blinked up at Potter.

  "What are you doing here?"

  Potter was staring at her openmouthed; confused Puck glanced down and swore when she saw what she was wearing. It was a warm night so when she had first got home she had quickly taken off her work uniform. She had just answered the door in her white lace bra and her little superman underwear. Great. She slammed the door in Potters face and ran to get a robe. She pulled on her favorite robe, it was warm and fuzzy and had cartoons of Rainbow Brite on it. Once she was modest and had double knotted her robe, Puck went back to the door and opened it for Potter who was still staring dumbly at her. What, had he never seen a girl in underwear before?

  She stood back to let him in, hating herself for checking him out. He looked really hot today, his hair was wind blown, their was a slight blush to his cheeks, and he was dressed in a tight black O’Neil shirt with a pair of tight faded jeans. God, he was hot.

  "Do you always open the door in the middle of the night in your underwear?" he asked as soon as he regained his wits.

  "Sorry, I was expecting Keith. So what are you doing here?"

  "Who’s Keith?!" demanded Potter, jealousy darkening his voice.

  Puck smirked and said, "My other boyfriend from Crescent City, you wouldn’t know him. He’s really hot though, looks like Vin Diesel. So what are you doing here?"

  Potter seemed to consider her statement before writing it off as a lie, which of course it was. "I brought you something. It’s a surf board that I shaped myself. If you’re going to surf then you have to have one of my boards, there the best."

  "You...you brought me a surf board? But, why?"

  "I told you, my surf boards are the best. All of the guys have them, so you should too if you’re serious about surfing. Here, come out side and I’ll show it to you."

  Puck considered briefly sticking to her guns and refusing to forgive him, but the man was giving her a surf board for goodness sakes! Besides, his face was full of youthful eagerness, and she just couldn’t tell him no. So she followed him outside and gasped when she saw her board. It was beautiful. It was a long board with a mermaid surrounded by water in the center. It was beautiful.

  "Did you paint this yourself?"

  "Yeah, incase you didn’t notice, that mermaid is you," he said as he tugged on a little strand of her hair and smiled.

  Puck peered closer and gasped again. He thought that she looked like that mermaid? Sure it had brown hair with highlights, but in the picture the mermaid’s hair was in wild abandon, her eyes were smoky, and her figure was far better than Puck’s ever would be. The mermaid was a sex kitten...is that how Potter thought she looked? She blushed and tried to tamp down all the feelings that were blossoming in her stomach. She wouldn’t give in that easily.

  "Thank you, Potter. I love it, I really do. Noone’s ever given me anything so nice, but you know Tony would be jealous."

  "Yeah," Potter said in a serious tone, although he was smiling. Normally, the mention of Tony would have raised his temper, but he couldn’t take Puck seriously right now, not when she had eyes only for him, and was blushing from pleasure that he had given her. Tony wasn’t anywhere in her thoughts right now, Potter just knew it.

  "Tony would be real jealous if he saw what I was about to do." Potter leaned forward, so that he was almost kissing her. Puck instinctively raised her lips to meet his, but was disappointed when all she got was air.

  She really had to stop almost kissing Potter! Their kiss on the beach couldn’t happen again either, it was unwise and foolhardy. Very bad to kiss Potter, couldn’t happen again. She was lost for about a second in the hazy world of passion as she remembered the kiss she had shared with Potter. He kissed like a god, why hadn’t he kissed
her just now?

  Potter smiled against her ear and whispered in an ultra sexy voice, "I’m going to teach you how to surf. Right now. So go get your gear and meet me out at my car.”

  Puck had to blink several times to clear her brain. Had she wanted him to kiss her? That was off limits, why had she wanted it? And more importantly, why hadn’t he kissed her? He was a man whore! They are supposed to kiss any moving thing!

  Potter saw her bemused expression, so he gave her a tiny push towards her room. "Hurry up, the waves are a wastin’ as we speak. Grab a suit and a towel, we’ll go in my car."

  Puck walked towards her room in a daze. What was Potter up to? It was still the middle of the night, why were they going surfing? It was crazy! Puck smiled, coming out of her daze...she liked crazy. She heard Potter yell out to bring her bikini and laughed. Guys were so stupid! As if she’d wear her bikini after what happened LAST time! She paused, felt the ghost of Potter kissing her lips again, the heat and passion that it had filled her with, how delicious he had tasted...NO! That couldn’t happen again.

  She put her arm down, which had instinctively reached for the forbidden suit, and backed away from the closet. She had to get a hold of herself! This was not a date, it was a play adventure.

  She grabbed her favorite pair of shorts; they were faded blue jeans that hit her thigh at just the perfect length to make her legs look long and sexy. She pulled on a tight black tank top that left about an inch of skin visible above her shorts, and posed in front of the mirror. She looked good, nothing too spectacular, but definitely looked good. Puck pulled her hair back in a pony tail, but then thought of the mermaid. She pulled her hair out and let it fall free across her shoulders. She grabbed her Roxy sweat shirt and went outside to join Potter.

  Potter was leaning against his car when he saw Puck come out. She looked hot. Her hair was down, and though she wasn’t wearing a bikini, she looked dang good. She was dressed in play clothes, but they still hugged her curves. He could see a hint of cleavage and a bit of skin, which was good enough for him. She was a goddess. Best of all she was smiling for him, happy to be with him, which is all he could ask for.

  "Where’s the bikini?" Potter asked as he opened her door for Puck. Puck smiled up at him as she climbed into the car. Normally, Puck hated it when guys opened doors for girls, but when Potter did it, it was cute. Puck buckled her seat belt and waited for Potter to get in. They drove down to the cove with beach boys blasting from their speakers and their windows down. They sang at the top of their lungs, both off key, and laughing the whole way down.

  Potter swelled with pride when he saw Puck’s grinning face. She’d been grinning nonstop since he’d promised her a surfing lesson. He silently thanked his Aunt Rose for giving him the idea, he’d have to remember that the way to Puck’s heart was adventure. He lifted her board off his rack and together they walked towards the shore break. The waves were a gentle four footer, perfect for Puck to learn in. As they walked Potter lectured her on the basics of surfing.

  "Remember, once you feel your surfboard being picked up by the wave, jump up onto your feet. I’ll be right beside you the whole time."

  "Got it."

  "And if you get caught in a rip tide you need to paddle sideways to get out of it"

  "Uh huh..."

  "Oh, and if a shark appears, which technically you’re more likely to die from sand than a shark, catch the first wave in!"

  "Yup."

  "And let me know the second you start to get cold, I don’t want you getting hypothermia, are you listening to me?"

  "Sure..."

  "Puck! Listen, these are serious concerns!"

  Puck sighed and glanced up at Potter. He’d been lecturing her the whole time they’d been walking on the sand about stupid things like sharks and sand. Who needed warnings about sand? God, he could really be a spaz sometimes. Couldn’t he just shut up once in a while?

  "Potter...can’t we just get in the water now? I think you’re worrying too much, I know the ocean like the back of my hand."

  Potter sighed and placed her board on the sand. Puck was not someone who thought of danger, so he was probably wasting his breath on his warnings. The thought of Puck getting hurt in any way, though, made him want to hyperventilate. Had he warned her about jelly fish?

  Puck could see him drawing in breath to warn her about some random danger so she quickly distracted him. She smiled up at him and kissed him lightly on the cheek. He smelled so good, that for a brief second she rested her cheek against his, but then she pulled away.

  "Thank you for bringing me here, Potter. It was really nice of you! Can’t we just get in the water now?"

  Potter had completely forgotten about jelly fish and the dangers they imposed when Puck had kissed him on the cheek. It took all of his will power not to pull her into his arms and kiss the hell out of her. He was amazed at the power of such an innocent kiss.

  "Okay. First things first, waxing up your board. Do you have your sex wax?"

  Potter guided Puck on how to wax up her board and then led her into the shore break. He stood in waist high water and coached her on how to catch a wave. Surfing was different than body boarding; you could be a great body boarder and suck at surfing. He watched proudly as Puck took her first spill without complaint, and laughed when she stood up on wobbly legs on her first real wave. An hour had passed, and although Puck would still be considered a kook for at least a month, she had progressed pretty fast.

  Puck grabbed her surfboard and walked out of the water with Potter. The lesson had gone great. She’d wiped out a lot, but she had also caught several small waves and managed to stay standing. She looked up at Potter and had to force her eyes away. It was too easy to stare at that man. Her inner drill Sergeant Bill, was once again yelling that Potter was a man whore who had a girlfriend, what was she doing staring at him like that?

  She was glad Potter hadn’t caught her looking at him, the longing must be written all over her face. When it came to Potter, Puck felt hungry, starving even. She just wanted one itty bitty taste of him, would that be so bad? One small kiss and maybe some heavy petting, and then Baby could have her boyfriend back.

  Puck groaned and dropped her surf board in the sand. She was going to hell and if hell didn’t exist God was right now building a hell for her. She had to stop thinking about Potter. She definitely had to stop lusting for another girl’s boyfriend.

  She glared at Potter, who was drying his hair with her pink towel. What was so special about him anyways? He was a complete spaz that warned her about the dangers of sand for goodness sakes! He was completely stubborn and a two timing, lying son of ... but he was also sweet. He had a boyish type of charm and his eyes were so warm when gazing down at her. He was hot, no doubt about it, but what was it about him that made her turn into a sex fiend? She didn’t want a romance, yet every time she turned around she was kissing Potter or wishing she was kissing Potter. He must have put a spell on her.

  "Do you practice voodoo? Black magic? Any history of witches in your family?" Puck asked half seriously as she caught herself once again staring at him.

  Potter glanced at her quizzically and said slowly, "No..." the way you would respond to a crazy little kid.

  Puck sighed and sat down in the sand. He had cast a spell on her, he just wasn’t admitting to it. She wondered briefly if he would break under torture and admit that he was a witch. Puck shook her head to clear her thoughts and went back to staring at Potter. He was taking off his wet shirt now, real slow because it was stuck on his body. Puck leaned forward and licked her lips. She could stare all she liked because his head was covered by the shirt. She wondered what he’d do if she stood up and licked his abs...

  ****

  Potter tugged on his shirt, trying to pull it over his head. The water was making it stick to his body and he was having a heck of a time trying to get it off. He finally pried it off his body and threw it on the towel. He glanced at Puck and did a double take when he saw her look.
She was leaning forward, eyes glued to his chest, licking her lips, and panting slightly. He took a step forward before he’d even thought about it.

  Puck had looked sexy from the moment she stepped out the door, but now she looked like she belonged on the cover of a play boy. Her hair was hanging wet around her shoulders, lust was written all over her face, her shirt was plastered to her body, and water was running over her body in little rivulets. Just one little kiss wouldn’t hurt... maybe if he just lay with her in his arms for a little bit.

  ‘Screw that’, Potter thought, ‘She wants to be kissed. She wanted his touch, she wouldn’t say no. No one’s around, I could make her moan and sweat and …’ Visions of Puck flashed through his brain, all of them x rated.

  "You stole my towel."

  "What?" Potter asked, completely bewildered. He’d been a second away from making fantasy a reality when she’d interrupted him with her towel accusation. Couldn’t she just shut up and let him kiss her?

  Puck turned her head and said again, "That’s my towel you were using. You stole my towel."

  "Oh. Sorry?"

  "That’s ok, it’s only a towel. Let’s get going, I’m kind of cold."

  Potter groaned and turned around. Puck had to have seen that he was aroused, had to have known what he intended. Hell, she had wanted it to happen, why did she shoot him down?

  It wasn’t until after Potter came out from his impromptu return to the sea, that he remembered that Puck didn’t want a relationship with him. She had Tony for when she got lonely, the thought of which still made him want to punch something. He forcefully pushed his jealousy aside and focused on Puck. She wanted a friend and friends don’t jump each other on the beach like a bunch of sex crazed maniacs. Besides, he still hadn’t broken it off with Baby yet. He was such a schmuck! Anyways, today was about repairing their friendship after their LAST kiss. Potter smacked his forehead and vowed never to kiss Puck again... unless she initiated it.