Somewhat Damaged

“Can we at least get some chili cheese fries afterwards?” Rye whined as I dragged her into Hookah Joe’s. She ran a lazy hand through her bubblegum pink hair.

“We can if you stop complaining,” I said. I stepped through the door and smoke clouded my vision.

“Hey, there’s a local musician playing tonight,” Rye pointed out as we walked past the chalkboard sign. It read: HOOKAH JOE’S PRESENTS LIAM PAYNE.

I didn’t pay any mind to it. I just kept walking through the smoke. I didn’t smoke hookah, but this was the hang out spot for young people. I stepped over to the bar and got a raspberry tea and then Rye and I sat found a place to sit down.

“You’re awfully quiet, Elizabeth,” Rye said dryly.

“Oh, I’m just tired,” I murmured, flipping my dark brunette curls over my shoulder and not making eye contact. I then noticed a tall man with muscular build step onto the stage. He had golden brown hair that was perfectly styled into a quiff and an excellent goatee. He was holding an acoustic guitar by the neck until he sat down on the stool that was placed so carelessly on the stage.

“Ooh, he’s cute,” Rye whispered to me.

“Yeah, he is.” He was cute, but totally not my type. I liked guys with long hair, tattoos, and piercings. He was a little too clean cut for my taste.

A Hookah Joe’s employee stood on the stage with the microphone. “Ladies and gentlemen, Liam Payne.” His voice was flat and uninterested. He handed the microphone to Liam.

Liam placed the microphone in the stand and strummed his guitar lightly. He then began with his song. It was soft and melodic. His voice was smooth and absolutely beautiful. I caught myself being mesmerized by this stranger’s presentation. I was holding onto every word, every note. I didn’t even notice that no one else was paying attention. It was like this guy and I were the only ones in the room.

“Elizabeth… Elizabeth!” Rye shouts, breaking my gaze. “Are you okay?”

I shook my head, attempting to bring myself back to reality. “Yeah… I’m… fine.” My eyes were still glued to the young musician.

“He was pretty good,” Rye said sarcastically. She was suspicious of my interest in him. “We should go over and say hi. Well, you should.” Rye stood and grabbed me by the hand.

“Wait! Rye!” Before I could even pull away, she used all her strength to bring me over to where Liam was standing. He was putting his guitar away in its case. He turned around, somewhat startled that I was standing right behind him. “Um, hi,” I said without even thinking about it.

“Hi,” Liam said with a cute smile. “I’m Liam.”

“Elizabeth,” I said, holding out my hand. Liam took it and gave it a firm shake.

“I’m Rye,” my best friend said bluntly. “Elizabeth loved your song by the way! She couldn’t take her eyes off you.” I gave her the evil eye, trying to be subtle.

“Well, I’m glad you liked it,” he said. “Good to know I have at least one fan.”

Something then came over me and I just blurted out: “Do you want to get a drink or something?”

“I’d love that,” Liam said slowly, not breaking eye contact with me.

Rye caught on quickly. “Well, I’ll catch up with you guys later. I think I saw another friend of mine over there…”

Liam led me over to the bar and we talked for a long time. We had a lot of shared interests. I found out that looks can be deceiving. I figured he was some pretty boy hot-shot musician that thought everyone in the world should be sucking his dick. But he wasn’t. He was kind and sweet and pretty nerdy. I loved that. We clicked.

We realized the lounge was closing and we looked at each other.

“So what do you want to do now?” Liam asked.

“We could always go back to your place,” I suggested.

“Okay! It’s not far. I actually walked here.” Liam stood and I followed him.

I stopped by to let Rye know that I would not be coming home with her. She just smiled and nodded. Liam and I left the hookah lounge and headed for his place. He lived in a small, crappy house on the edge of the bad part of town. His roommate wasn’t home so we had the place to ourselves. He brought me to the bedroom, where I stood awkwardly, looking around. He didn’t have a bed—just an air mattress on the floor.

“Want to cuddle?” Liam asked.

“Sure,” I said with a smile.

We nestled on the bed together. I laid my head on his chest and I could hear his heartbeat. We laid there in silence for a while until Liam sat up and began to massage my back.

“You’re so tense…” He said.

“Yeah, I’m a big ball of knots,” I joked.

“Why?”

“I don’t know. I just don’t relax that much.”

Liam was silent for a moment until he leaned down and kissed me on my cheek. I turned my head, still laying on my stomach and kissed him on the lips. The kiss deepened and I rolled over so I was facing this new… friend. Liam gripped the lapels of my jacket and yanked it off. I pulled his shirt over his head, not missing a beat in between our kisses. Liam laid me on my back and leaned over me. He kissed my neck and down to my breasts. He kept going… and going… further and further down. I could feel myself getting wet. Liam unbuttoned my jeans and began to pull them down. I kicked off my shoes and sat up, taking my shirt over my head. I unclasped my bra and Liam came back up. He sucked on my right nipple.

“Bite it a little bit,” I whispered.

I felt Liam’s teeth sink into the skin. A very small moan escaped from my lips. I was so wet—I could feel it. His mouth traveled down the curves of my body, his tongue gliding across my skin. He then got into position between my legs. He kissed over my panties and then looking up at me for the assurance, he slid them down my legs. I gasped as I felt Liam’s warm tongue against my clit for the first time. I tensed up, paralyzed.

“Relax,” Liam whispered sweetly.

My muscles began to calm as Liam began to do his work. I had never had head this good before. His tongue ran against my clit quickly and then he pressed his lips firmly against it, sucking on it. He did this process over and over and I was soaking it up. I moaned and arched my back, but I really wasn’t getting anywhere.

“Stick your fingers in me,” I ordered breathlessly.

I then felt Liam’s fingers slide up and down my pussy until he finally stuck them inside. “Oh, Elizabeth, you’re so wet. It’s so sexy!”

I gasped again, this time in a more pleasurable way. He curled my fingers, trying to find my G-spot. I pinched my nipples, trying to reach that arc, but to no avail.

“You… you can stop,” I said, defeated. “I’m not really getting anywhere.”

Liam came back up and kissed me. I could taste myself on his lips. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s just… I’ve… I’ve never had an orgasm during sex,” I admit.

“What? Why?”

“I have no idea. I’ve just never been able to. I can when I’m by myself, but even those don’t last that long.” I frowned, feeling so embarrassed.

“It’s okay. We’ll get you there.” Liam kissed me once more. “So are you going or are you going to stay the night?”

I was taken off guard. Stay the night? I had never done that before. I had sex on the first date before but I had never spent the night. “Yeah, I’ll stay the night.”

“I’m going to have to kick you out early tomorrow though. I have to be up at 6:00 am for work.”

“That’s okay,” I nodded. I grab my shirt and put it back on and I attempt to put my underwear back on.

“You can just leave them off,” Liam chuckled.

“Okay…” I smiled girlishly. I rolled over and Liam spooned up next to me. “Goodnight, Liam.”

“Goodnight, Elizabeth.” I heard a smile in his voice.

Notes

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