Rising Summers (Pucking Unbelievable Book 1)

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by Garnet Davenport


  “It wasn’t what I thought it would be.” She squeaked in a whimper.

  “It never is the first time. At least it wasn’t for me. I don’t think it is with anyone you sleep with.” I said. Then I realized what I had just said. I winced. “I mean, it takes a little bit to learn what your partner likes and doesn’t like. Things don’t just fit together, and fireworks happen. Sometimes there’s laughing, talking, demands, and…” I cleared my throat, “spanking.”

  “Oh? Is that something you like?” She asked.

  “I like to spank. I’m not the one getting spanked.” I said.

  “Oh, yeah. That makes sense.” She said. “Um… I’m going to go shower and—”

  “Chloe?” I said interrupting her.

  “Yeah?” She said shyly.

  “I’ve wanted to do that for a while. I want to do it again. I shouldn’t have done it though. You’re still seventeen. I… I’m not.” Realization hit. I could go to jail. I just fucked my entire life up for some pussy I can’t get off my mind. She saw me pull back. I could see it in her eyes. She pulled the sheet up and around her body hiding her perfect curves from me. My eyes stayed on her until I saw the evidence of her virginity on the sheet wrapped around her body.

  “I’m not going to say anything.” She said. “Are you serious about wanting to… I don’t know… give it a shot with me?”

  She looked so beautiful with the afterglow of sex and her rosy sexed cheeks. “Yes,” I said knowing I just condemned myself.

  “I will turn eighteen in a couple months. Maybe we can start dating then.” She said.

  Chapter 3

  Puck The Two Months

  Chloe

  He looked like he was really thinking about this. I almost wanted to take those words back. But we could date after my birthday. Then no one would be the wiser. We are so close to my eighteenth birthday now. I think we could have something special here and by the look on his face, he might think that too. Or at least he’s been thinking about me for the last six months the way that I’ve been thinking about him my entire life. That’s got to mean something.

  “Two months?” He asked.

  “Yeah. We just don’t see anyone else until we know if this is something.” I said. I felt bold for the first time in my life. I would never have said any of this to him before today. But today I lost my virginity to the boy that I’ve loved since I was six. And God, it was painful. But he tried to be so gentle and caring with me.

  “You won’t see that tool again?” He asked.

  I laughed, “not if you don’t want me to.”

  “I don’t want you to.” He said. His eyes were darkening at the thought.

  “Then I won’t,” I said giving him a little smile.

  He smirked at me and then ran the back of his fingers up and down my arm. He leaned in and kissed my lips. This time going slow and taking his time.

  “Nix?” I heard Brooklyn’s voice from out in the hallway. She knocked on the door. “Nix? Open the door.” The doorknob rattled as if she would easily turn the knob and open it.

  Nix’s eyes shot from the door back to me pleading me. “Give me the sheet.” I gritted out in a whisper while yanking it off his bed and around me to cover the rest of my body. I left him naked on his bed. His dick was starting to get hard again as he watched me wrap the sheet around me in a toga fashion.

  “I’m sorry.” He mouthed.

  “Whatever,” I said and went into his closet to hide.

  “Nix? I know you’re in there. Stop jerking off and open the door.” She said.

  I heard some rustling, and then Nix yanked open his door. “What the fuck do you want?”

  “It’s like four o’clock in the afternoon. Why are you in your underwear?” She snapped at him.

  “I got home from practice and was tired. It’s none of your fucking business.” He snapped.

  “Well, then you probably don’t care that Mom is downstairs with Beth.” She said.

  My heart stopped for a second. Beth? His ex? Would he get back with her? My stomach twisted in knots and I felt like I would vomit.

  “Shit.” He hissed. I heard the sounds of him put his clothes on in a rush, but there was a slight hesitation before he walked out of his room. “I’ll be right down.” He said to Brooklyn. He was rushing to her. I wanted to cry.

  “You should know... Mom was trying to find out if all your plumbing was working properly.” She said with implication.

  “Shit.” He hissed again.

  “What’s wrong with you? You’re acting weird.” Brooklyn said.

  “I just want everything in my room to stay exactly like it is. I don’t want anything to move.” He said.

  “Well, I’m not going to touch it.” She said.

  “Ugh,” he growled, “fine.” It sounded like he pulled on some more clothes, and then left his room, shutting the door behind himself.

  I opened the door to his closet slowly and walked out. I think I was still in shock that all of this happened. Nix was jealous of Bryon, I just lost my virginity to my best friend’s brother, and now he’s downstairs with his ex. Or was she still his girlfriend? God, Jerry Springer would have a field day with this. All we need is a pig and a pregnancy. Thank God he used a condom.

  I dropped the sheet I had wrapped around me in the middle of his floor so he would know I left. I walked back to my room at the far end of the hall and dropped my boots on the floor. I pulled my hair up in a ponytail and changed my sweater into a blue workout bra-style tank and my black leggings into dark blue yoga pants. I winced when I moved to put them on. “Ouch,” I said in shock and cupped my sex. It was so sore. I got my running shoes and went to walk downstairs. I needed Ibuprofen. And I needed to get the hell out of this house.

  I casually walked downstairs and saw Nix standing with his arms crossed over his chest in the living room. Beth was sitting beside his mom. What the hell was going on? Nix looked over toward me. A somewhat apologetic look on his face. He wasn’t happy about Beth intruding. He didn’t want her here. That was the first sign that made me feel like what we had just done wasn’t a mistake.

  “Baby, I was wrong. I still want to be with you. I believe you now.” Beth said.

  “No.” Nix snapped.

  “No, what?” She snapped.

  “No. I don’t want to be with you.” He snapped. It was quiet. Everyone was looking between Nix and Beth waiting to figure out what was about to go down. Finally, the silence broke.

  “Are you freaking kidding me? Look at me.” She stood screeching while she presented her hourglass curves.

  She was pretty. But she’s wearing too much makeup and what are those—daisy duke shorts? It’s fucking January in New York. She must not have a lot upstairs. I think I heard something about her being a cheerleader. Not that I have anything against them—they train really hard, they have to put up with morons, and they have all of the team's engagements plus their own. They live a busy life and have to look perfect and be perfect while doing it. I’m just… jealous.

  “I have looked at you. You’re the one that wanted out, and now that you’re out, I don’t want back in.” He stated matter of fact.

  She made a high pitched growling screech, stomped her foot like a toddler, and slapped him across the face before she said, “and don’t think I don’t know that’s your just sexed hair. Who are you fucking?”

  Was his hair different? I guess it was a little wild, but I had met him when he was in the I-don’t-give-a-fuck stage on his looks. All inclusive with stinky feet, the need of deodorant, and clothes that looked like he picked them up off of the floor. I don’t think I would know the difference.

  “I’m not with you anymore. It doesn’t matter either way who I’m with.” He snapped.

  I coughed taking a sip of water. When I turned around, everyone was looking at me. I patted my chest and hoarsely said, “wrong pipe.” Then took another sip. I opened the medicine cabinet and took out the Ibuprofen. I grabbed four of the two hundred
strength and swallowed them.

  “Oh,” Mama Drayden continued, “do you have a headache?”

  She knows I get headaches a lot. Sometimes they’re so bad that I’ve got to go to the doctor, but they’ve never believed me. So I stick to the OTC drugs and sometimes just try to sleep it off.

  “Yeah. And I’m feeling a little sore.” I replied.

  Nix started to move toward me but then stopped, put his hands in his pockets, and shuffled his feet. Mama Drayden came around to me and put her hands on my shoulders.

  “Why don’t you go lay down?” She said.

  “I wanted to go for a run,” I explained. I’m known for doing this. It’s something I started when I was nine or ten. My parents started to become even more absentee from my life and the nanny I had at that time recommended it. She would run with me, and we talked about things. Then I invited Brooklyn—let’s just say she tried it once and declared I was trying to kill her.

  “Oh. Okay. Well… be safe.” She said and turned her attention back to Nix and Beth.

  I grabbed my fleece jacket and met Nix’s eyes before I walk out the door. He looked… I just don’t know.

  Chapter 4

  Pucking Beth

  Nix

  She’s beautiful. Not Beth. I’m talking about Chloe. Her cute little workout outfit. That blue athletic tank was showing off her tone arms and those glorious full, natural B cups. I swear before last summer she was flat. I never even thought about her like that. I hadn’t ever thought about her but the annoying best friend of my little sister. But now, after being inside her. She was so tight, I knew I had to be the one to take her virginity. It would have pissed me off to let anyone else near her even if I did hurt her. I could see it on her face. I know she didn’t enjoy herself. They weren’t happy tears. I was too big for her. I didn’t get her ready for me. I wanted her. I still want her even though Beth, who I had fucked just a few days ago, was sitting right in front of me looking at me with fuck-me eyes and wanting me back. I don’t want her back. I’m glad she broke it off with me. Beth was the safe choice. I knew if I were to propose she would say yes and we would get married, grow distant and one day hate each other. I could go back to the bunnies. I had four years of a different girl almost every night. After an STD scare, I swore off the puck bunnies.

  Puck bunnies, they’re great and all but it’s hard looking at a girl when your teammate's cock was just inside her as a possibility for a relationship or even a real person. And that’s what helped me—they weren’t real to me. Vick Davidson, a teammate of mine, and a normal third in the bedroom with me. Wait. That didn’t sound right. Were you thinking that I let some guy fuck—Whoa, if you think that his cock gets anywhere near any of my holes you’re wrong. We always take separate holes—in the girl. Just want to make sure that’s crystal clear. But seriously, there’s something about fucking a sluts mouth while Vick fucks her ass that had been a total turn on. My cum down her throat and his covering her ass before we switch, and I get her cunt, and she sucks Vick. It’s all become unreal. The girls blend together, and I don’t really know how many of them I’ve actually fucked. Honestly, I don’t care to. None of them are the kind of girls that you would call the next day or bring home to Mom.

  Chloe is. She’s the girl that wants commitment, expects to go out on dates, have real conversations, and will want a ring someday. Is that something I could offer her? I’ve been thinking about her constantly for the last six months. Nothing has distracted me from her during that time. When I fucked Beth, I would imagine Chloe in her place. I had started to jerk off to the thought of Chloe. Having her blonde hair wrapped around my fist as I climax inside her mouth. Fuck me. I want her again.

  Did she just say she had a headache? Sore? “Fuck.” I hissed quietly. I hurt her. She shouldn’t be feeling sore already. Tomorrow morning—yes. And a headache? When did that happen? Chloe has always been sensitive to migraines. I didn’t like it when she was little, and the migraines would get so bad that it would induce vomiting. She became debilitated by them. My mom would sit with her and stroke her hair while she laid on the couch. Brooklyn would be lying sideways in the La--Boy with a blanket and try to sleep. Dad even had to take her to the ER one night after it got so bad that she was unresponsive. I had gone with them. The doctor said something about dehydration and then rattled off words I can’t remember and hadn’t understood. It all makes me sick now that I see her differently. In a way that wants her as mine; where we are making plans for the future. And this is the first time I’ve ever thought about a future with anyone.

  “Huh? Who are you fucking? Is it that redhead I saw you flirting with?” Beth yelled in my face.

  I scoffed, “It’s not you, so it doesn’t matter.” But yeah, the truth was I did fuck the redhead in the coat closet that night. Then I went home and fucked Beth. That was the night she told me to get out. It was the only time that I ever cheated my entire life. And when I fucked that redhead, I was thinking about Chloe. I’ve been thinking about Chloe ever since last summer.

  She gasped and slapped my cheek growling out a frustrated yell. Like the way, a spoiled little girl would yell at her daddy when she doesn’t get her way. She went to slap me again, and this time I caught her wrist. “You need to stop,” I commanded with a dark tone. I was finished being her punching bag because she changed her mind.

  She yanked her arm away from me. “You were never worth it, and I’ve been sleeping with Putton.”

  I laugh, “I’m not surprised.”

  Daniel Putton, a teammate, not surprised. Dan’s a fucking asshole. I’m think I'm more pissed off he didn’t just tell me that my girl had fucked him. At least then I could have broken up with her. Instead, he hid it. Damn. I’ve got to talk to him about that. He’s got to tell me when he fucks the girl I’m sleeping with. Suddenly, an image of Putton and Chloe crossed my mind, and I felt my blood boil. Maybe I’ll make sure he knows he can’t fuck my girl no matter what.

  Beth must have seen something in my look. Something she liked. She gave me a satisfied smirk. This needed to end. I wanted her out of my house and out of my life. Well, after I get my last few boxes from her house.

  “I think it’s time for you to leave.” Mom said to Beth.

  “No problem. Just remember Nix—you won’t be getting that thing you like so much ever again.” Beth said.

  Before I could stop myself, the words came flying out of my mouth. “Don’t worry about it. You’re not that good at it.” I said and then ducked when the vase of flowers from the table came flying at me. “What the fuck Beth?”

  “You need to leave before I call the police.” Mom demanded.

  “Fine! Fuck you Nix!” She yelled as she stormed through the front door to leave.

  I look up to see the disappointed look on my mom’s face. I hate that look she was giving to me. She tsked and walked away from me. “Mom?”

  “No, Phoenix. I don’t want to hear it. I thought you were finally settling down. Stopping this crazy lifestyle you’ve been doing.” Mom said.

  “Mom?” I said sounding disappointed in myself. This was more about the fact that Mom was disappointed in me. I hated to hear that tone come out of one of the most upbeat and enthusiastic people you could ever meet.

  “No, I’m glad it’s not going to be with her. I just want it to be with someone special. You deserve a good girl.” Mom said.

  I think I may have found a good girl. I”m just not ready to tell anyone yet. “Mom, I know. I might have found someone worth my time.”

  My mom’s eyes lit up with excitement. “Nixy, why haven’t you said anything? When did this happen?”

  “It hasn’t happened yet. We’re taking it slow. Really slow.” I said.

  “You? Slow? She must be special.” Mom said.

  She is, I think to myself. She really is. She’s still six years younger than me. She’s in high school. Fuck. I ran my hands over my face. Okay, January, February, March, April, May—five months. Well, four and a half until
she graduates. I can wait that long without having sex with her. Then my mind went to her little pink nipples. My cock thickened. I’m not going to be able to wait.

  I didn’t want her to think what we did—what I took from her didn’t mean anything. I’d have to get my romantic side going and do it while my family watched my actions. Probably thinking I was having a nervous breakdown.

  I realized that my mom was staring at me with wonder.

  “Who’s the girl?” Brooklyn asked. I hadn’t even noticed she was standing off to the side enjoying the show.

  “What girl?”

  “Seriously? You can’t be that stupid. The girl—the one you were just talking about.” Brooklyn moved closer to me with a strange knowing smirk.

  “B, I’m just not ready to announce our relationship. Drop it.” I snapped.

  She put her hand up and said, “okay, okay, I’ll drop it.” As I turned around and started to walk off, I heard her say, “for now.”

  Chapter 5

  Pucking Latex

  Chloe

  My shoes pounded on the pavement. There wasn’t a sidewalk in the neighborhood so I tried to stay near the edge of the road and hoped that all the cars would pay enough attention to not hit me. I’ve never had a problem with cars getting too close, but there was always a first time. Which was why I stayed alert and ran so I could see traffic even though I kept my earbuds in my ears and listened to my favorite workout mix on Spotify.

 

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