The road underneath was quiet but unnerving. <\/p>\n
It seemed as though I could hear each bit of gravel as it was passed over by the limousine\u2019s tires. <\/p>\n
\u201cSo, do you know the Swifts?\u201d The driver inquired. He was a sweet man, but simple and old. I was sure that he couldn\u2019t read my inner dialogue underneath my calm expression. Not that he tried, of course. His eyes- half covered by his green, worn out visor- were fixed on the uneven road ahead.<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah, kind of. I\u2019m a fan of Taylor\u2019s music. She knows me from the internet. I give her advice.\u201d I responded. This small talk was a nice reprieve from the mostly silent ride from the airport. It gave my mind something to do besides mental rehearsals for the moment that I would meet Taylor again.<\/p>\n
I decided to continue the conversation, in the hopes that I could get information. Plus, he was nice.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m actually a friend of many of Taylor\u2019s friends. We all go back\u2026\u201c How long have I known them? I didn\u2019t know. \u201cI\u2019ve known them for about eight or nine years. I think.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo all of this is done over the internet then?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cUm, yeah. I\u2019ve never actually met them.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAh, Ok, Ok. I figured that you were a musician or something.\u201d He continued. \u201cIt\u2019s amazing that you\u2019ve known her for so long but have never seen her. Things were a lot different back when I was young.\u201d<\/p>\n
I smiled. Boy, did he not know the half of it.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you know Taylor?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cMe? Noooo no no.\u201d He laughed. \u201cI just take people to her house. I\u2019ve never seen her.\u201d He paused. \u201cPeople say she\u2019s nice, though. A friend of mine owns a coffee shop in town. He says that her mom stops by every now and then.\u201d <\/p>\n
\u201cShe\u2019s nice?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOh yes, yes. Most people here are nice.\u201d He said. \u201cFamous or not. It doesn\u2019t matter. I\u2019ve been taking people to the mansions here for forty years. Never had much of a problem.\u201d<\/p>\n
Good. Maybe I worry too much. <\/p>\n
We got up to the security gate. As the driver talked with security, I turned my attention inward.<\/p>\n
The flight to New Hampshire wasn\u2019t bad at all. I\u2019d never flown by myself before, but it was easy, especially since Taylor\u2019s company prearranged and paid for everything for me. My concerns were more about what was coming, and how I should handle meeting Taylor- and if I should try to integrate myself further into her life or not. <\/p>\n
After weeks of thinking, I still didn\u2019t know.<\/p>\n
I sighed, and looked out of the window to take in the sights. Taylor\u2019s neighborhood was really beautiful. <\/p>\n
The most impressive thing was the endless green- the grass, the flowers and the trees. It was amazing. I\u2019ve lived my whole life in cramped suburban neighborhoods with no space for such things. Here, each property was huge in every way. Each mansion seemed to have it\u2019s own small prairie, and they all had beautiful, enormous trees. This was truly a world apart.<\/p>\n
The driver stopped the limo after a short drive to the front door. I stepped out and looked around. The lush grass looked even brighter and more beautiful outside the car. This was so, so different from any neighborhood I had ever been in. Outside, the openness of the neighborhood was powerful. <\/p>\n
The driver handed me my bags. I thanked him and fished a crinkled twenty out of my pocket for a tip. As usual, I had to visually separate the green bill from the bundle of kleenex I always carry with me. The foliage here is pretty, but potentially very dangerous to someone with allergy and asthma problems.<\/p>\n
\u201cHere.\u201d I handed him the bill. \u201cThanks again for the ride.\u201d <\/p>\n
\u201cAnytime! Just give me a ring when you need to leave.\u201d He smiled and scurried back to his limo, leaving me alone with my bags and thoughts.
\nI looked up at the mansion. It was certainly big, but it was welcoming. It wasn\u2019t like those imposing, hidden mansions in Lake Forest back home. This house actually looked like a place you could have fun in.<\/p>\n
I started up the stairs to the door, and stopped at the doorbell.<\/p>\n
I was sure that Taylor wouldn\u2019t be angry about the mix up, but I was worried that she would simply take her phone back and then force me out. She clearly loves me, but I couldn\u2019t forget how startled and icy she was when I first called her. But then again\u2026 maybe a physical separation would be for the best for us in the end. We shall see.<\/p>\n
I touched the doorbell, running my finger over it. Then I pushed it in.<\/p>\n
I heard a chime, and then the stomping of women\u2019s shoes inside, coming towards the door. The girl was young and athletic\u2026 but it wasn\u2019t Taylor. Taylor moves lighter than this. I wonder\u2026<\/p>\n
The door opened.<\/p>\n
It was Ashley Greene.<\/p>\n
\u201cHi Tom.\u201d She chirped, clearly happy to see me.<\/p>\n
I was surprised, but that quickly turned to warmth. I smiled. \u201cAshley! Hi! How are you?\u201d I asked. <\/p>\n
She smiled back. \u201cGood! Come in!\u201d She led the way. As she walked back into the house, I studied her. She was wearing shorts, and a green t-shirt with no bra. Her black hair was back in a ponytail. I watched her legs move as she walked.<\/p>\n
She led me from the foyer to a huge and modern living room with green chairs and a massive TV. There were big windows surrounding us so I could clearly see the foliage outside, and off in the distance, the ocean. The view was beautiful.<\/p>\n
We sat down facing each other in the chairs.<\/p>\n
\u201cAsh, wow, I didn\u2019t expect to see you here.\u201d I said. <\/p>\n
\u201cYeah, Taylor didn\u2019t think she could make it back in time to see you from the concert. That\u2019s why she asked me to be here for you.\u201d She reached down into her handbag and pulled out her phone. When she bent down, I caught a glimpse of her nipples through the neck of her shirt. She tapped the phone a few times. \u201cTaylor’s mom just texted me before you got here. She says that Taylor should be here in, like, an hour.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOk. Cool. Thanks Ash.\u201d I opened up and took a risk. \u201cYou\u2019re really cute.\u201d<\/p>\n
She laughed and smiled a little. \u201cThanks.\u201d She studied me. \u201cTaylor was right. Your hair really is <\/em>fluffy and fine.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThanks.\u201d I wasn\u2019t sure how to continue the conversation. Is this girl my friend? My wife? Someone I don\u2019t know?<\/p>\n She seemed at a loss as well. \u201cSo\u2026\u201d she sighed and leaned back. \u201cWhat do you think of Taylor\u2019s home?\u201d She asked.<\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019s nice. I like it. It\u2019s a lot bigger than the homes I\u2019m used to.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYeah, it\u2019s nice. This is the first time I\u2019ve been here too. The view is beautiful.\u201d She looked at the greenery outside the windows. She was right.<\/p>\n She turned to me. \u201cDo you need anything? Are you hungry? I was just going to make a salad for lunch when you got here.\u201d <\/p>\n \u201cSure! Sounds good. I\u2019ll make one too.\u201d I took another risk, and said these sentences without actively suppressing my lisps. It felt a little more natural. <\/p>\n She raised her eyebrows at me, but otherwise didn\u2019t seem surprised. She smiled again. She was clearly more comfortable with that kind of stuff than the people back home. \u201cThe kitchen is this way.\u201d<\/p>\n I followed her again while calculating how I could make the best of this situation. It would be really nice to talk to her, but how could I get the most information out of her? What if I wanted to see her again? Would that even be a good idea? And\u2026 I know she loves me. Should I seduce her? Would I be betraying Taylor if I did, even though I\u2019m not with her? A million questions and only one girl. And I was sure that she was thinking similar things, even if she wasn\u2019t discussing them. <\/p>\n We went into the kitchen and made up quick salads with what was in Taylor\u2019s fridges. I made a Caesar per family tradition. My sister and I had made a secret pact, half serious, to choose Caesar salads over all other types when eating out. I guess it provided a sense of stability in uncertain environments. I also grabbed a bottle of water. Ashley just threw together some greens.<\/p>\n Ashley turned to me. \u201cLet\u2019s eat upstairs. The view is even better on the second floor.\u201d<\/p>\n She led me up a flight of stairs into a guest bedroom. Again, it seemed very open, with large windows and nice light green paint on the walls. It was clean and upscale. Nothing cheap in here.<\/p>\n We sat down on the bed and started to eat. And talk.<\/p>\n \u201cWow. It\u2019s really you.\u201d She said. <\/p>\n \u201cYeah, I know. Weird, huh?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI guess. You seem very normal, actually. It\u2019s amazing.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThanks. So do you.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cTaylor told me everything\u2026 you know. About how you met and what you did.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOk.\u201d I was stuffing my face. I was hungry.<\/p>\n \u201cI don\u2019t think that she should\u2019ve done that at the concert. I hope that she apologized to you.\u201d<\/p>\n I stopped eating. \u201cApologized? For having sex with me? What do you mean? I\u2019m like\u2026 I don\u2019t know\u2026 her husband, right? I\u2019m sure you understand.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThat\u2019s not quite what I meant. I mean, she should be apologizing for everything. For mixing you up and forcing you to come here.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWe couldn\u2019t mail each other our phones, though. I kind of had to come.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYeah, but\u2026 maybe you shouldn\u2019t be here. Sorry.\u201d Her voice got quiet and trailed off. <\/p>\n I ignored her. What is else did she want me to do?<\/p>\n Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that the closet doors were open slightly. Was that?… It couldn\u2019t be. I left my food and walked over. I opened the doors.<\/p>\n Yes! That was it! This was the dress that Taylor wore at the Easy A premiere!<\/p>\n \u201cUm, you shouldn\u2019t be going through Taylor\u2019s stuff.\u201d Ashley warned.<\/p>\n \u201cI just had to see this. This is the prettiest dress I\u2019ve ever seen.\u201d I said. It still looked nice. I bet it hadn\u2019t even been worn since then. If anything, the bright emerald dress looked even more striking in person.<\/p>\n \u201cThe moment I saw Taylor in this dress was the moment I knew I had to keep her. That was the turning point in our relationship. Without this, I wouldn\u2019t be here right now.\u201d<\/p>\n Ashley scowled at me. She walked over and closed the closet.<\/p>\n \u201cDo you love me?\u201d She retorted.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat? Of course I do. Why wouldn\u2019t you think so?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOh, I don\u2019t know. You haven\u2019t said a word about us since you\u2019ve been here.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI didn\u2019t know what to say.\u201d I stopped. \u201cBesides, you have a boyfriend, right? So why the fuck do you care anyways?\u201d Woah, I just snapped at her. Where did that come from?<\/p>\n \u201cI love you<\/em>.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI know. And I just said that, yes, I love you. Isn\u2019t that what you wanted?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI guess.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou guess<\/em>? So what did you really want me to say?\u201d<\/p>\n She hesitated. \u201cJust what you said. I just wanted to know if you loved me. That\u2019s all.\u201d<\/p>\n We both stopped. There was dead silence in the house. All I could hear was the far off singing of a distant bird.<\/p>\n She kissed me. Hard. On the lips. I slipped my hand under her shirt and squeezed hard on her nipples. <\/p>\n She took her lips away from me. \u201cOhhhhhh!!\u201d She cried. She wanted me. Bad. Almost as much as I wanted her- she was an actress. A hot one. One that I needed.<\/p>\n \u201cTake me, but do it quick.\u201d She said. \u201cWe’re not supposed to be doing this.\u201d Where had I heard that before? I couldn\u2019t remember. <\/p>\n I fucked her as hard and as fast as I could. It was brutal yet beautiful. Her screams echoed throughout the empty house. Each thrust of mine caused an emotional explosion in her.<\/p>\n \u201cOH YES!!!\u201d She screamed. \u201cThis is AMAZING!!\u201d <\/p>\n I couldn\u2019t catch my breath long enough to respond.<\/p>\n Her nipples were super hard. They almost hurt as I glided over her. Her soft legs made thrusting so, so easy. <\/p>\n After a minute- or ten, I don\u2019t know- I could feel myself ready to burst within her, and I could feel her ready to climax herself. We were both out of control.<\/p>\n But wait\u2026 somewhere, I could hear the constant ring of a doorbell. Was that\u2026 Taylor?<\/p>\n \u201cOh, FUCK.\u201d I quickly silenced Ashley by covering her mouth with my hand.<\/p>\n Her surprised cloudy green eyes locked onto mine. When she orgasmed she unconsciously bit down on my palm. <\/p>\n \u201cOWWW!! Stop it!!\u201d I yelled. She released my hand and screamed loudly. Then I orgasmed too.<\/p>\n \u201cUNFFF. AHH!!! FUCK! FUCK.\u201d <\/p>\n Ashley knew Taylor was at the door. \u201cQuick, get your fucking clothes on!\u201d She thundered.<\/p>\n \u201cOw, my hand!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou could have just told me, you know!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWell, you didn\u2019t have to be so fucking loud!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cGet dressed! What are we going to tell Taylor?\u201d <\/p>\n I didn\u2019t know. God, why did it ALWAYS have to be like this for me? Maybe leaving this circus wouldn\u2019t be so bad.<\/p>\n After I got my clothes on, my hand started to bleed. Rivulets of blood were staining Taylor\u2019s pristine carpet.<\/p>\n \u201cFUCK. Where\u2019s the bathroom? Where are bandaids?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThis way!\u201d Ashley led me into the bathroom. I held my bloody hand over the sink and stopped the bleeding. Then I quickly cleaned the cut, disinfected it, and slapped a bandaid on it. Just like high school. It was over in an instant. When we both turned to leave we saw Taylor standing in the door, her mouth open.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat\u2026\u201d she started. \u201cWhat\u2026 is going on? What happened?\u201d<\/p>\n Ashley and I just looked at each other. Her green shirt was splattered with blood. <\/p>\n \u201cUmmmmm, hi Taylor. Ashley and I were eating when she accidentally cut me. So we\u2019re just trying to get me fixed up.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOh\u2026 .\u201d She was still stunned. \u201cI just heard a lot of screaming and shouting. Then when I got upstairs I noticed all the blood. Are you\u2026 OK?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cUm yeah. I\u2019m fine, thanks. Nice to see you!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYeah\u2026 nice to see you too.\u201d She said incredulously. \u201cThanks for coming.\u201d<\/p>\n I gave her a thumbs up with my one useable hand.<\/p>\n \u201cWow\u2026 let me, um, get something to clean up all the blood.\u201d She left.<\/p>\n Ashley and I looked at each other.<\/p>\n \u201cSorry.\u201d She said.<\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019s OK. I guess we shouldn\u2019t have done that.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYeah, I guess not.\u201d She replied. \u201cListen, Tom. Taylor loves you a lot and I know that you want Taylor. But I don\u2019t think you should try.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhy not? You have a boyfriend. Why shouldn\u2019t I get a girlfriend?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou should get a girlfriend. But\u2026 not her.\u201d She frowned. \u201cIt wouldn\u2019t be fair to her. I mean, she doesn\u2019t want to have to deal with stuff like this for the rest of her life. I mean, what would happen if you were to meet your other girlfriends? You know, like Kristen or Emma?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cEmma? Emma Stone?\u201d <\/p>\n \u201cNo, Emma Watson.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOh.\u201d I didn\u2019t ask which Kristen she was referring to. I think she meant Stewart. I had to admit, Ashley had a point. But maybe it wasn\u2019t good enough.<\/p>\n \u201cI think it would be fine with Taylor.\u201d I snapped, to her surprise. \u201cTaylor is smart enough to handle a real relationship with me. And I can handle things and keep my secrets.\u201d I steeled myself. \u201cI need a future. I wouldn\u2019t want her so bad if life in general wasn\u2019t so extremely fucked up right now.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cDon\u2019t do it.\u201d She shook her head. \u201cI want to protect you, too.\u201d<\/p>\n I heard Taylor\u2019s long legs clumping up the stairs in her heels. I mouthed \u201cThank you\u201d to Ashley as we walked out of the bathroom.<\/p>\n After an hour of scrubbing and small talk the stains were gone, except from Ashley\u2019s shirt and my pants. Ash just threw away her whole outfit and took what she wanted from one of Taylor\u2019s closets. Amazing, I thought, how the 1% lives. They were good people, but still\u2026<\/p>\n After changing her wardrobe, Ashley said that she had to leave. \u201cMy flight is in an hour. I need to get back.\u201d<\/p>\n After saying her goodbyes to Taylor, she squeezed my good hand and smiled. \u201cIt was nice to meet you, Tom.\u201d<\/p>\n I smiled back. \u201cYou too, Ashley. I\u2019ll see you later.\u201d<\/p>\n With that, she left.<\/p>\n I turned to look at Taylor. Her dress was wet from the cleaning solution. She still hadn\u2019t removed her sunglasses from the top of her head. The big frames were a solid green plastic, which was her style these days. They looked like a green version of those Keds glasses she sold on her website.<\/p>\n \u201cWell, that was exciting.\u201d Taylor said. \u201cYou know Tom, for someone I\u2019ve only met twice, you\u2019ve sure caused a lot of drama.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYeah\u2026 but that\u2019s OK. We\u2019ll get through it.\u201d I hugged Taylor with my good hand. She smiled.<\/p>\n \u201cOh, before I forget, let me get you your phone.\u201d She disappeared upstairs and returned with it.<\/p>\n I opened my bags and found Taylor\u2019s phone.<\/p>\n As we switched phones, she reached into her back pocket and handed me a plane ticket. \u201cHere. I called the limo service.”<\/p>\n That wasn\u2019t what I wanted, and I\u2019m sure that she saw that. \u201cTom\u2026\u201d She frowned. \u201cWhat else am I supposed to do?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThink outside of the box, that\u2019s what. You know the situation. If you let me stay here, I will be yours forever. If you force me out now, I will eventually leave you. Of course.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou just make this soooooooo hard. Wow. You just don\u2019t stop, do you?\u201d <\/p>\n \u201cYou\u2026 are my ticket to a better and happier life. Not this.\u201d I held up the ticket she just gave me. \u201cI deserve a better life than the one I\u2019ve been given. Which you know.\u201d I straightened myself. This trip had opened my eyes. Now that I knew how Taylor actually lived, and what other possibilities in life were available to me, there was no turning back. \u201cI will find a better life for myself somehow. If it isn\u2019t with you, it will be with someone else. It is your choice.\u201d Deep inside, I could feel the green eyed monster stirring. I didn\u2019t want to go back. Not to my too small bedroom in my cramped house. I deserved better.<\/p>\n \u201cAnd\u2026\u201d I continued. \u201cI love you. Very very much. Of course.\u201d<\/p>\n Taylor took me by surprise. She quickly snatched the ticket from my hand and looked at it. I almost instinctively held onto it.<\/p>\n I looked at the ticket with her. Once again, the green highlights told the story. If I was to make the flight, I would need to leave right away.<\/p>\n She sighed. <\/p>\n \u201cFINE!!!!!!\u201d She yelled. \u201cYou want to stay here with me? FINE. But don\u2019t you DARE fuck any more of my friends in my house!\u201d She stopped. \u201cI\u2019m not stupid, Tom.\u201d She looked down. \u201cAnd you stole my naked pictures, didn\u2019t you?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes. You are correct on both counts.\u201d I replied. \u201cBut\u2026 if you were me, you would have done both. I mean, I thought you didn\u2019t like me! You never talk to me or anything!\u201d <\/p>\n \u201cI would never steal anyone\u2019s nude pictures! I\u2019m so glad I switched phones with you. Now I know what kind of person you are.\u201d<\/p>\n Hmmm? \u201cWhat?\u201d <\/p>\n \u201cI did it on purpose. I just wanted to see\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n My mind quickly mapped everything out- the gallery that was perfectly suited to me, the way that Taylor expected me to fuck her that morning\u2026 and wait, didn\u2019t Ashley say that Taylor had forced me to come here? I didn’t quite understand what she was referring to at the time. But now I did.<\/p>\n \u201cYou\u2026\u201d I grinned. \u201cAre good.\u201d<\/p>\n She glowered at me. \u201cI have to be. I\u2019m with you.\u201d She continued. \u201cI had those pictures ready in case I ever met you in person. So when I met you in the hallway, I knew that I had my chance. So\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou seduced me.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI was going to simply give you the pictures after we had sex, but then the opportunity came up to test you and… I did it.\u201d<\/p>\n I looked into her eyes.<\/p>\n We kissed.<\/p>\n \u201cI love you.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI love you, too.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI love you more.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo, I love you <\/em>more!\u201d<\/p>\n We giggled and hugged.<\/p>\n I kissed her. \u201cI love you, Taylor. Smarty.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou\u2019re smarter than I am, Mr. Wizard.\u201d She stopped. \u201cI know you love me, but are you really ready to live with me?\u201d<\/p>\n I thought about what had just happened. I thought about Ashley. \u201cNo\u2026 no I\u2019m not.\u201d<\/p>\n She nodded. \u201cHere.\u201d She turned on my phone and seeded her name and number in my contacts. \u201cWhen you\u2019re ready\u2026 but only then.\u201d<\/p>\n I understood. \u201cWhat if I\u2019m never ready?\u201d <\/p>\n \u201cThen that\u2019s OK. We\u2019ll just keep doing what we\u2019ve done before.\u201d<\/p>\n I nodded.<\/p>\n I hugged her and took the ticket, and then I opened the door\u2026 with my injured hand. It didn\u2019t hurt anymore.<\/p>\n Outside, I could see the old limo driver standing by his car, waiting for me. All I could see is green. He was pulling down his visor to block out the bright sun.<\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019s bright out there\u2026 here, take these.\u201d Taylor handed me her sunglasses. <\/p>\n I took them. They looked clunky. The thick green plastic made them look like a child\u2019s toy- but they worked.<\/p>\n I put them on, grabbed my bags, and walked out. <\/p>\n I turned around. \u201cBye.\u201d I said. <\/p>\n \u201cBye Tom.\u201d<\/p>\n I descended the stairs and turned around again. The door to Taylor\u2019s house was closed. I didn\u2019t mind.<\/p>\n I handed my bags to the driver.<\/p>\n He laughed when he saw my ridiculous glasses. And the weird smile on my face. And my disheveled hair. And the blood on my clothes. And the huge bandage on my hand. <\/p>\n \u201cWhat the hell <\/em>happened in there?\u201d He laughed again.<\/p>\n \u201cOh, nothing much. I just\u2026 cut myself a little. It\u2019s OK.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cSure, sure. It happens.\u201d He didn\u2019t want to know, I guess. As I stepped into the vehicle, I took one last look at the immense greenery surrounding me. It really was amazing. <\/p>\n I then thought of how great it was that I had Taylor\u2019s number. Something\u2026 was going to grow from this. I wasn\u2019t sure what, though. Time will tell. \u201cWhere to?\u201d The driver asked.<\/p>\n \u201cHome.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The road underneath was quiet but unnerving. It seemed as though I could hear each bit of gravel as it was passed over by the limousine\u2019s tires. \u201cSo, do you know the Swifts?\u201d The driver inquired. He was a sweet man, but simple and old. 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\nI stepped into the limo and closed the door.<\/p>\n