“The Beast?”
“The roller coaster we were heading towards, until you told me you were going to win me a stuffed animal first,” I remind him. “Which you never did.”
“There’s still time,” he says, puffing up his chest like he’s sure he can win me the prize. “I just have to come up with some disguise so the rent a cops don’t recognize me and kick me back out.”
He laughs, as do I.
But there’s something hesitant, almost fearful, in his voice.
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
“Nothing,” he says, almost too quickly. “I mean… I just don’t want to get caught. I’m on thin ice as it is.”
“What do you mean?”
“Just… you know, as a player on the football team. We can’t get into any trouble.”
“Yeah, I know.”
It’s similar with cheerleading. All my life I’ve had to be nearly perfect, lest I mess up my cheerleading career and the stellar reputation my dad wants me to have. And now, being at the same college where he coaches— and partly on his dime— I’ve had to be even more careful.
But I’m willing to risk all of that for Wesley. In fact, it excites me. I want to be like one of the bad girls from high school, and do naughty, dirty, filthy things under the old abandoned roller coaster. I’m sick of being a good little girl, but I only want to change for Wesley.
“Come here,” I tell him, and I take him to my favorite former secret spot, under the neglected, rickety wooden roller coaster.
I lean close for a kiss but he pulls away, distracted.
“What?” I ask him, peering up into his dark brown eyes, which look moody if not distraught.
“I just can’t help thinking… of who else you’ve brought here…”
I roll my eyes, nearly disgusted at his jealousy.
“No one!” I tell him. “Other than Taylor.”
He looks at me as if he doesn’t believe me. And that hurts.
I’m mad that he’s spoiling the good time that I’d planned for us.
“Look, Wesley, I guess I haven’t made it clear, but I was never allowed to be with boys. And I didn’t even want to be. This was my spot. Just for me. And Taylor sometimes too. We’d come here to talk and I’d come here to be alone and think. After…”
“What?”
He puts a finger on my chin and lifts my face back up towards him.
“After what?” He repeats.
“After my mom died.”
I look back down, surprised that I’d said anything.
“It’s not something I usually talk about,” I tell him. “I never know how to talk about it. When you asked me about the book I was reading…”
“Yes?”
He looks genuinely interested, and so caring that I want to cry.
I’ve never had a guy look at me this way, listen to me this way.
I’ve never even given any other guy the opportunity.
“My mom left it for me. She was reading it right before she passed away. It’s a book of poems by Pablo Neruda. I especially like the ones that talk about grief.”
There are a lot of love poems, too, but I could never relate to those. Until recently. I don’t tell him this part though.
He takes my hand and traces my palm as I speak.
“She owned his whole collection. Well, except for one book that was only in Spanish and never translated into English like the rest of them. She didn’t know Spanish so she didn’t see the point in owning it. And it’s pretty rare, too. But sometimes I wish I had that book so that I could complete her collection. I even took some Spanish classes with the hope of maybe translating them.”
I pause.
“I know it doesn’t make a lot of sense. But I guess I think that if I could translate them then maybe wherever she’s at, she can see that I did that for her. Maybe she can actually even read what I translate. I know it sounds dumb…”
Then Wesley leans in and kisses me. It’s passionate, but it’s also tender.
“It doesn’t sound dumb at all,” he says. “It sounds very smart. And very loving.”
I feel torn, my mind returning to thoughts of what I’d wanted to do with Wesley here and now, while also lingering on thoughts of my mom in the past.
“It’s so weird now, about Taylor’s…”
I pause, realizing I’ve said more than I may have wanted to.
“Taylor’s what?” Wesley asks.
I sigh.
“It’s rather embarrassing. Taylor’s mom and my dad are dating. So crazy, right?”
“No way!” Wesley exclaims. “Good ole Coach Thompson getting some action. Nice.”
My heart speeds up, worried that I shouldn’t have told him.
“Don’t tell anyone,” I say quickly. “It’s obviously not something that’s out in the open.”
“I won’t,” he says, and then chuckles. “So your dad’s got a secret relationship going, just like us.”
Relationship?
Do we have a relationship? Does my dad have a relationship?
I think about the little blue box.
Suddenly I feel like I’m going to suffocate unless I tell someone. Unless I tell him.
“Yeah, and I think it’s more serious than I initially assumed.”
I want to cry, but instead I lay my head on Wesley’s neck.
“I think he might actually be really into her. As in, this isn’t just some fling like he normally has.”
“Well, that could be good, right?” Wesley lays his head on mine. “I mean, if your dad’s happy? And I’m assuming you like Taylor’s mom?”
“I love her,” I say. “She’s been kind of like a… second… mom to me ever since my own mom…”
It’s so hard to talk about that I just give up.
“I understand.” Wesley nods.
“But I just didn’t think my dad would…”
I trail off again.
“Move on?” he asks.
“Yes. I guess. I mean, he always says that my mom was the only love of his life. And what if he just…”
“Replaces her?”
“Yes. It sounds awful, right? But you read my mind.”
“No one could ever replace your mom, Chels.”
Chels.
I’ve never had a nickname. I like the way it sounds. It cheers me up, which I know is what I need right now.
“I know.”
“Coach Thompson can be a real pain in the ass,” he tells me, and I laugh.
“Yeah. Tell me about it.”
“But he’s a good guy. He’s really done a lot for me. Given me a chance when no one else would.”
He stiffens up a bit and although I’m curious, I know better than to ask what exactly he means.
“I want him to be happy,” he continues. “I know you do too.”
“Yes,” I agree. “I just have to learn how to deal with it somehow.”
“I’m sure I can help.”
We both laugh.
“I’m sorry I got jealous,” he says, rubbing my back and then kissing my neck. “It was stupid of me.”
Now his eyes look eager to let me in and I think that maybe, just maybe, he and I could work. I’ve never opened up like this to anyone before, and apparently he’s not used to it either.
But this was only supposed to be a fling. Why can’t I just have a rebellious time with the star quarterback… the guy I’m supposed to avoid the most?
Why do I have to let my heart get involved? And what if I hand him my heart, only for him to break it?
Chapter 24 – Wesley
Holy shit.
This is some heavy stuff.
Chelsea has just told me all her deep dark secrets, and I feel as if I should give up a few of my own. I just never have before. And it’s fucking scary.
But before I have time to keep overanalyzing the situation, she’s pawing at the fly on my pants.
“Really…?” I ask, surprised that she’d want to do this in a public p
lace.
“Really,” she says, looking up at me with a mischievous smile. “I’ve never done something forbidden like this before, and for some reason I feel like doing it with you.”
“For some reason, huh?” I ask, as she takes out my cock and begins licking it.
It’s harder than I can ever remember it being. It wants her fucking wet, eager mouth all over it. And, luckily, she kneels down in front of me and puts it further in her mouth.
“That feels so fucking good,” I tell her, as she wraps her hand around its base while licking and sucking on its shaft.
She works it so good under the old abandoned roller coaster.
I feel myself getting harder, pulsing, and then I tell her, “Oh my god, I’m going to come.”
“Mmmm hmmmm,” she mumbles, while sucking on me.
Soon my cum is gushing into her mouth, and she’s swallowing it, to my great delight.
“Oh my god. Chelsea. Chelsea.”
I can’t help moaning in between saying her name over and over. It feels so fucking amazing.
She says, “That’s exactly the kind of rush I was looking for.”
“You?” I exclaim. “What about me?”
“Glad you enjoyed it,” she says. “And you know, there’s another kind of rush you might like too.”
“Oh my god,” I groan. “Are you still talking about The Beast?”
I kiss her, not because I don’t want to ride The Beast— or, not only for that reason, at least— but because I don’t want us to be done with what we’ve been doing.
She kisses me back, and soon my cock has risen right back up for the occasion.
“Woah,” she says, “Already?”
“It can’t help itself,” I tell her. “You’re irresistible.”
She puts her hand on it but I push it away, while still kissing her full, soft lips. She smells like ice cream and wind. She tastes like me. It’s all so perfect that I don’t want to ruin it.
“I know you haven’t ever…” I start to say.
“I want to,” she says quickly. “With you.”
“But not here,” I tell her, breaking away from her kiss. “Not like this. That’s no way for your first time to go down.”
She sighs, looking frustrated.
I fucking love how much she wants me.
“But where else could we do it?” she asks. “Obviously not at your dorm, because anyone can see us go in and out.”
“Not to mention the fact that I have a roommate,” I add.
“Yeah. Definitely not there. And not at my house. I think my dad’s probably with Taylor’s mom but still…”
“Yeah, too big of a risk,” I agree. “But come on. I have an idea.”
I pull her up and we head back out the way we came. I’m relieved to be walking in the opposite direction of The Beast, hopefully for good this time. But I’m even more excited about finally going all the way with Chelsea Thompson.
This will be the score of a lifetime. Even though I’m beginning to realize that my heart may be just as involved as much as my cock is.
Chapter 25 – Chelsea
After nearly an hour of riding in Wesley’s car, I just can’t stand the suspense any longer.
“So how far away is this place we’re going to?” I ask him.
“Not very far at all now,” he says.
“And what exactly is it?”
“Well, I decided there’s nothing hotter than taking your virginity in the bed I’ve slept in since middle school.”
“What?” I exclaim.
He doesn’t answer me as he turns into a residential street and then pulls up to a cute brick house, complete with a proverbial white picket fence.
“This is your house?” I exclaim again. “I mean, like, your parents’ house?”
“Yep,” he answers, with a sly shrug.
“It’s so adorable!” I squeal.
“Looks can be deceiving,” he says, mysteriously and rather glumly.
“Meaning…?”
“I can’t believe their car is in the driveway. They weren’t supposed to be here. But just remember. What’s inside doesn’t always match what’s outside,” he says, which doesn’t explain much.
“Well, geez. I’m honored.”
He shrugs as if it’s no big deal, and gets out of the car. As he walks around to the passenger side to open the door for me, I can’t believe what’s happening. I’m thinking I have to be at least a little bit special, for him to bring me to his parents’ house.
As he knocks on the door, he says, “Brace yourself.”
“For what?” I ask, but then a smiling, attractive woman opens the door.
“Wesley!” She exclaims. “What a surprise! It’s so nice to see you!”
“Hi Mom,” he says, and gives her a half hug.
I’m surprised that his mom is so young. Not everyone had kids as young as my dad and mom were when they had me and I’m used to seeing parents who look old enough to be my grandparents.
“And who did you bring to meet us?” she asks, pointing her big smile at me.
“No one,” he says, annoyed. “I mean, sorry, Chelsea. I didn’t mean you were no one. I just meant, Mom, that I didn’t bring her to meet you. We just came to chill out. I thought you and Dad were on a cruise.”
“Your dad’s knee flared up again, and so we postponed it,” his mom says. “We want to be able to do a hike around the islands that the ship stops at.”
Wesley sighs, and says, “Sorry, Chelsea. I really thought we’d be alone.”
“Hi, I’m Chelsea,” I say, and extend my hand.
“I’m Silvia,” she says, smiling again. “Wesley’s mom. Nice to meet you.”
I don’t understand why Wesley sounds so negative about everything. I would love to be able to have him meet my mom.
But as we enter the house, a big booming voice calls out, “Silvia, who the hell is it?”
“If you’d have just answered the door yourself like I’d asked you to, dear, you would have seen that it’s our darling son!”
Her voice is dripping with so much passive aggressive resentment that I can’t help but shoot a confused look at Wesley.
He raises his eyebrows at me, as if to say, “I told you so.”
“You know I have this bum knee,” he says. “I can’t be up and about answering the door and doing everything else you think I should do for you, when I’m the one who’s injured.”
And then his tall, towering figure appears in the living room.
“Ronnie, this is Wesley’s… friend… Chelsea,” Silvia says, her smile looking even bigger now, but obviously fake.
“Oh no you don’t,” shouts Ronnie, although I’m not sure if he’s talking to Wesley or his mom. “Don’t be encouraging him to bring his little hook-ups to our house. I did all this work to save his ass and now he’ll never get back to Huningdale if he goes and does all his stupid shit with this blonde little cheerleading-looking girl all over again. No offense, hon.”
He looks at me and nods, and then aims his glare back at Silvia.
“Honey, I think it’s great that Wesley’s found a nice girl,” she says, obviously unperturbed. “You should just let him live his life…”
“Let him live his life!” He shouts, as if Wesley and I aren’t standing right there. “Let him live his life! Look how good that’s turned out so far!”
“Come on, Chels,” says Wesley, taking my hand and leading me up the stairs.
His chin is tucked down and his cheeks are slightly red. This isn’t at all the cocky stance I’m used to seeing, and I can tell he’s so embarrassed.
As we head to his bedroom, I can still hear his dad going off about “letting him go up there to make all the same mistakes, because he had to be raised with a coddling mother like you,” and his mom saying, “Oh calm down Ronnie, he’s just a handsome boy who can’t help but attract girls…”
“Wow,” I whisper as soon as Wesley closes the door. “You weren’t kidding.”
“Yeah.”
He sits down on the bed, looking defeated.
I sit down next to him, not sure of what to say and fearing I’d already said too much.
“You were so open with me at the amusement park that I feel I should tell you something,” he says, his eyes wide open and looking rather fearful.
I take a crazy guess.
“Is it about why you were afraid to ride The Beast?” I ask him.
“Something like that,” he says, looking obviously embarrassed once again.
And I don’t know what I’m more shocked about— the crazy scene I just witnessed between his parents, or the fact that badass, cocky as shit Wesley Reynolds is about to tell me something that makes him vulnerable.
Chapter 26 – Wesley
“I’m not saying I was scared to ride The Beast,” I quickly tell Chelsea, not being able to stand her piercing blue eyes boring into my own.
“Okay, so what, then?” she asks, laying her head on my shoulder.
I’m beginning to regret bringing it up. But I was so touched by how she’d told me about her own inner demons— and mortified that I’d accidentally brought her around my crazy parents— that it felt like the perfect time to share.
“I just… this one thing happened when I younger that made it so that I wasn’t a huge fan of stuff like roller coasters.”
I begin giving her another back massage, just to have something to focus on besides my embarrassment. And because touching her feels so damn good no matter the situation.
“Oh?”
She’s looking down at her hands, obviously trying not to seem overly interested and I appreciate it. I guess it’s time I told this story to someone, since I never have.
“My parents have been married for ions, but they should have gotten divorced a long time ago if you ask me,” I say, kneading her shoulders with my hands.
“That feels great,” she moans, and then she returns her head to my own shoulder. “Sorry. Go on.”
“As you can tell, they just fight all the damn time. It’s always like this. It’s so annoying. And as a kid, it was confusing, because they act like a big happy family, but everything is always so chaotic. All the time. I began to realize they never paid any attention to me, because they were so busy hating each other.”
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