Forbidden Lust: Where Do We Go

A Novella: By Benjamin Hale

Point Of View: Alex Dunphy

Ever since Vine and I engage one another in a wanton sex romp that night, things between us have been more than exemplary in almost every aspect of our relationship. Losing my virginity was great, and it brought about a whole new sense of accomplishment and feeling within me. It's weird how that kind of stuff works out. There was never a point in time where I thought that a revolution of myself would come as a result of such, but the differences in my almost day to day life have been more than noticed by everyone.

I didn't brag about it. Only to Haley really. My talk to her, however, was more so out of the necessity to fix the kinks in it. I found it a little weird at first talking with her about losing my virginity, but when I got home from that night I just had to tell someone, and Haley was the only person I could think of who could help me with the concerns that I had. Most of them stemming from my lack of exploration and enthusiasm under the sheets with my man. She more or less affirmed the thoughts I already had within myself. That with time and more comfortability there would be.

"You can't expect to have a full connection the first time. Even when losing your virginity." Haley tells me as we sit on the couch and watch the muted television "There's losing your virginity and then there's sex."

In the end, she was right. As time passed almost two weeks between our first engagement Vince and I began to experiment more with different positions and styles. I began to catch on to his mannerisms and the way he worked and moved in bed, adjusting myself to that style and his desires as through a varying assortment of snuck times in my house as well as other places I began to grow much more comfortable with Vince and what we had. As a result of this, our interpersonal relationship began to grow as well. There is more trust between us and more let loose fun that seemed to be much better than the uptight way we were having before. Something I didn't even notice until we began having sex with one another and becoming more fluid with our desires.

Tonight lay no exception to this, as with my parents departed and Haley and Luke out of the house, I invited Vince over for a quick time together. It had become one of my favorite things to do with him. Having a known moment of time where I knew we could have sex and then inviting him over for it in dirty places. For some reason that became a huge turn on for me, allowing me to both cum harder as well as bond with hi more on the fact that for the first time in my life I was doing something that I shouldn't have done. Tonight was no different, as we fucked one another over the kitchen counter, a dirty position in a dirty place that got us both off quite fast.

"We're going to have to clean that up." Vince points to the ground out of breath.

"I'll clean it up later," I said licking my lips as Vince gives me a grossed out smile.

"Not when it's cold. It's like eating frozen frosting."

"And that's a bad thing?" I pull up my pants and hook up my bra.

"No. But on the floor. I'd much rather you use a towel. For your sake."

"Eh." I shrug "I'm more of a dress sock girl myself."

Laughing with each other we exchange a kiss as Vince goes to rifle through the drawers on the search for food, something I notice he does after every single time we have sex together.

"There's some cinnamon roles over there." I point to the countertop "My mom wouldn't mind."

"Hmm." He scratches his chin still shirtless "Best snack to eat after fucking her daughter. Take her rolls."

"Jeez." I shake my head in embarrassment "Such a dork."

"Ah but you love it." He cockily eats the roll "To hot for my own good."

"What are you doing tomorrow?" I asked shaking my head still smiling.

"I got something with my dad." Vince grabs his shirt "Should be interesting."

"What do you have to do?"

"He needs a ride to court." The man finishes his roll "Fighting a speeding ticket he won't win."

I nod my head in serious approval. There has been very few times where Vince will bring up his family, and when he does I always make sure to pay attention. There had always been varying interest with Vince's father and mother as well. Sometimes he is logical, sometimes he is irate with anger. I'd pressed him a couple times on meeting his parents, but he hasn't really shown much interest in that. I'm not sure if he is scared of me meeting them or not, but I have to accept the fact that I may never do that. Its one of those things I guess.

The separation between him and his parents is something more foreign to me, especially given they are together. I seem to be so infatuated with it not because it's out of reach, but because they are married and still live together, yet Vince will always tell me they are nothing but close together in the slightest. Like I'd said before, I respect his wishes of me not to meet them. Although I can not help but think to myself how I want to do it. Just so I can see.

"You still free to meet tomorrow?" I ask throwing on my shirt.

"Yeah." The man does the same "Should be done around noon if you want to grab lunch and go study in the commons. I got a huge science exam coming up I need to prep for."

"I can definitely make that happen." I smile giving the man and hug and smacking his ass as he grabs his backpack and gives me a nod "You want me to drive you back?"

"Nah I can walk." He smiles at me "I need the exercise anyway."

With those words and a kiss the teen waves goodbye to me as he heads out the door. For a minute I stand in the kitchen, cleaning up after our sexual escapade in a weirdly shameful way. While I do enjoy our frequent hookups, there is some kind of feeling I get that makes me wonder if it were the right thing for me to do. I know nothing is wrong with it, and I know it brings both of us a lot of joy and happiness. Steadying our relationship for the better. Yet the most recent times it has brought me a sense of shame and embarrassment how it seems like our interactions are no more than a booty call, and the promiscuous sex between is far from the passionate lovemaking I would have liked to have made with him. The sex is great, but after is what I find myself craving now. Not that the act of sex has been lost upon me, but almost a month into our relationship I would only hope that there would be more there.

Point Of View: Vince Campbell

Alex is amazing, but I can't help but think that there is something wrong with her. Something wrong with me for the way things are going right now. It worries me to some extent that this is what our relationship has come to, and I can see that in her eyes as well. The cold skin nips my face as I walk towards the park, where I will cross through and take a left onto my street. I'd come to like the cold as of recent, seeing it as a cleanse of my thoughts and a chance for me to grow and expand myself as not only a person but as a committed man in a relationship.

Being with Alex is one of the best things that has happened to me in a long time. A far cry from my ex-girlfriend who was more psychotic and crazy than even the craziest people in the world. It's nice to be with someone who respects me and respects the things I want to do. Yet I have come to feel over the last several days that the respect I have for her is sorely lacking from the respect she has for me. It's not so much the sexual aspect but the love and compassion aspect in my eyes. I do not pamper her as much as I would like. I know she is an independent girl, but there is not a girl in the world who wouldn't like to be arranged from outside her window on a cold night. Be brought a cup of hot chocolate on a cold day or even share a nice romantic dinner on the beach.

I'd never been one for romance with my ex. Things were always to crazy or went south before I could put something like that together. With her, I became accustomed to always trying to figure out what was wrong with me and her so I could fix it as soon as possible. With Alex, I do the same, yet I have come to figure out there is not much wrong between the two of us most times. Only what I've made up in my head.

As I walk through the park about one third the way back home my mind begins to fill with the prospect of doing something nice for her. Rock music blaring in my ear I do what I can to try and plan something nice for her tomorrow. A romantic lunch where we can just talk and enjoy one another's company not completely bogged down by sex or the prospect of it. I start to think about a nice picnic or a drive up to my Uncle's cabin in northern California where we could just enjoy nature and spend some quality time together. As I come to think about this I look up in front of me to collect my settings when I catch a hooded man walking towards me brisk like. His head is down so I assume he doesn't know what he is doing but as he approaches and doesn't move I start to worry.

Being robbed in Wisconson multiple times has given me a keen sense of how muggings go. Turning off my music I ball my fists up in my jacket and ready for an attack. Yet just as he reaches within a couple feet of me he stops, causing me to stop as well. I am unable to see his face or who he is, but I know he is up to no good.

"Where are you coming from?" He asks me in a deep voice. My mind doing my best to figure out whom this dark, shadowed man is to no avail while also trying to asses what he wants.

"None of your business." I say stepping back with my hands up "Just trying to get home."

"You're coming from my girl's place." He steps to me with a heavy step "I don't like that very much."

I don't think he would be talking to me about Alex. Maybe he mistook me for someone else. I know this situation can get out of hand and I do not want to make a stupid decision, but my fight or flight is kicking in, the light feeling of numbness starts to take over as I step to him as he does to me, closing the gap between us.

"You got the wrong guy," I mutter in ager as I try to walk away but am pushed back by him, throwing me off balance as he walks to my left side with a snide laugh and tone.

"Alex Dunphy." He says eyeing me down "Don't think I don't know."

"Ahh." It hits me with a wave of relief and joy "Robbie."

"You stay the fuck away from her."

"Or what?" I lean back "You gonna beat me up?"

"That'd be the least of your concerns." He pulls down his hood as the clearly intoxicated man stares me down with a vengeance I was not expecting to see "You came in, and you messed everything up for me." He steps closer to me reeking of booze "I had this all planned out. And you fucked it up."

"Nah." I shake my head stepping up to him myself "You did that yourself."

"Had you not shown up that day I would have had her back by now." The teen pushes me again "Fucking idiot. I know what the fuck you did man she deserves better than that."

"Oh what? A crazy drunk confronting her boyfriend in the middle of the night ready to beat my ass." I push him back harder then he'd done to me "Sure that would go over well."

"Sure as fuck seems better than a woman beating dope head." I ball my fist in anger, ready to punch him in the face at any point I'd like "Seems interesting she'd go for that. That you'd go for someone like her."

"What do you mean?" We stand close to one another as I check the surroundings for anyone else who may see the two of us together here in the park. "Mr. Fucking know it all."

"Death of a loved one can be pretty bad." He smiles wiping his mouth of spit "Your sister and Alex, they seem to look a lot alike. Her obituary, touching. A lot of unsorted feelings between you two it seemed. A failed relationship like your parents would have. I'm interested to see what your ex-looked like."

I don't bother to speak back. The tide of doing right has snapped inside me, and by no logic do I want to reason with the man and his disgusting insinuations or whatever they may be that he is trying to say. Throwing a punch I knock him to the ground. I step back after realizing what I'd done, but his charge towards me snaps me out of it, and a full-on brawl ensues between us right there, in the middle of the park.

Thirty seconds into our grapple for a position the faint sound of a bystander comes across my ears. I know I need to get out of here now before something happens. Throwing the man off me I try to escape but am pushed back to the ground. Looking up, the image of Robbie comes into my sight along with the bystander. The foggy tunnel vision affecting my judgment I kick ahead of me as a figure leans down, a thud and a yell coming from the distance as I snap myself up and see that not only did I take out Robbie, but the bystander as well. Collecting my surroundings, a woman and her dog come running up. My mind screams at me to run, but the good nature in me tells me to stay. I look to my left and find the woman closing it. The right there is a middle-aged man shouting and running towards me on the phone. A faint siren fades into my hearing as I pull myself up and take off running.

I head north, cutting through the wet grass and pathways in the hopes of escaping the park before the cops. A blue and red light catches my vision to the right as a police car pulls up. I panic running to the east now as I try and find a place where I can hide, but I am already made. With the cops screaming at me and nowhere to hide but in the open confines of the park, I stop in my tracks, listening as the sounds of sirens grow louder with the shouts of the officers. I breathe in deep, taking a cold breath of air as I exhale with a smile. I fucked up again.

The cops take me into custody and escort me to jail, where I am processed and questioned for my statement before I am provided my phone call late at night. I didn't get a chance to tell Alex I made it home safe. I am sure she is worried sick about me but there is nothing I can do. I would never call her from a place like this. If anything I would want to hide it from her but from the looks of what the processing officer told me I may be here for a while, as not only have I violated my probation terms but the eyewitness of the assault pointed to me as the aggressor with Robbie in no protest of that statement. I gave my side but even so it's not looking good. I will have to wait for arraignment.

When I am given my phone call the first person I call is Tom. I know he is going to be mad at me, but he is the only person I know whom I can call and will help me out of this jam. I give him a call, picking up on the second ring as his unsuspecting innocence of my bad decision makes me feel even worse with the enthusiasm he has answering the phone after me telling him that it is me on the other end of the line.

"What's up? How was Alex?" He smirks "I'll save her number if this is her's."

"I fucked up," I mutter in pain as my nose stings from the cut across it.

"What happened?" Tom asks with a hurried tone.

"I'm in the county right now." The phone hangs silent for a minute before a heavy sigh comes over it. A lump builds in my throat as the sound of disappointment and anger is projected from the man's voice as I can only guess how angry and upset he is with me after trying to explain this to him.

"What did you do?" He asks monotone.

"I got into a fight."

"With who?"

"Someone in the park."

"Just beat up a random guy in the park.

"No." I cut him off gripping the phone hard "Robbie. Alex's ex-boyfriend."

"Why the fuck would you do that?" The man yells at me "Just walk the fuck away."

"He came at me I had no choice."

"You always have a choice, Vince. You always have a fucking choice." The line goes silent again, my eyes beginning to water as I swallow hard trying not to cry "Jesus Christ Vince."

"I need your help man."

"I can't help you." He breaths heavy "Violated your probation terms they'll lock you up regardless. Even so, I can't come bail you out until after arraignment is set through."

"They wanna charge me with assault one." I whisper into the phone "Five fucking years."

"You shoulda thought about that before you beat that kid up."

"He fucking came after me." I shout standing up "I didn't do shit wrong to that kid, now they want to lock me up on some fucking bullshit now man fuck that."

"What do you want me to tell Alex?" The man doesn't acknowledge my anger in the slightest.

"Don't tell her anything about this."

"She's going to find out." The man affirms "I'm sure she'll know by tomorrow morning."

"She's going to fucking leave me." I shake my head in worry.

"Let me take care of that. Get some rest and get yourself a fucking lawyer."

With that, the phone hangs up. I hold it to my ear for another three to five seconds before hanging up as well. I stare at the reflective mirror wall to see my beat face, messy hair and orange jumpsuit like a flashback to my days roaming the streets like a thug. To think I had come so far only to fall from the graces right when my life was getting good. I turn away from the mirror, unable to look myself in the mirror as I am escorted away.

Point Of View: Alex Dunphy

My phone vibrates my half asleep body awake. The nerves of Vince never responding to me has made me worried, especially since I never received even a notifying text. I lay awake in my bed for hours, trying to get myself to sleep to no avail. I have this gut feeling like something horrible has happened, even though I try to convince myself it is probably nothing more than a mere mistake or blunder on his part. When I get the vibration I shoot up to find an unknown number calling me. I swipe it and answer frantically, an unknown voice coming over it.

"It's Tom." The man sounds worried and tries, my heart sinking as I sit up in bed, sweat sliding down my back.

"Hi," I say unsure of what to do yet don't need to worry about it in the slightest as the man's heavy sigh gives me a heavy sense of worry and does more of the talking for me.

"Just going to come out and say it." Tom exhales deep "Vince got arrested."

"For what?" I ask instantly, on the edge of my bed with suspicion as I wait for a response.

"He got into a fight with someone. I guess your ex-boyfriend came up and tried to take him on. Vince had to defend himself from it and the cops got involved. Simple here say case."

"When's he going to be out?"

"Kind of hard to say." Tom's voice goes lighter "We have to wait for arraignment then the bail will be set." My body goes limp as lay down on the bed feeling somewhat light-headed." With his prior arrests and record, it's hard to say whether or not the judge will be lenient. Only time will tell."

I don't bother to speak a word. For there is nothing to be said anymore. I let the phone hang silent until Tom calls my name three times. I still don't answer. I can't cry, I can't yell, I can't scream. I just lay there, staring at the ceiling with a blank face and a mind full of a jumble. The thought of having a coherent image in my mind is nothing more than a distant memory now as I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I'll have to deal with this in the morning.

For all the strength and triumph I'd gone through for Vince has now been lost. My body weakening as the reality of it all sets in. I would have never expected something like this to happen. A changed man would not make the mistakes of his past. Maybe I was wrong after all?