WrongorWriteBoxedSetstripped

by Sky Corgan

  His response was to try hiking my dress up again, the complete opposite of slowing down. Annoyed, I slapped at his hands. He looked up at me with a scowl, though his words were straining to be gentle, “What's wrong, baby? I thought you wanted this too.”

  “I don't mind making out, but I don't want to go all the way.”

  His expression twisted into anger. “What in the hell do you think I brought you up here for?”

  I cringed away from his harsh words. “To make out.”

  “Nah. I'm going to get that pussy tonight,” he said and then went back to kissing my collar bone.

  “No, you're not.” I tried to shove him off of me, completely disgusted by his words.

  What happened next, I never saw coming. The sound of skin hitting skin echoed in my ears, followed by the searing burn across my cheek. William had backhanded me, and I didn't even have time to recover before he was on top of me again. His hands had been clumsy before, but now they moved roughly with purpose. Instead of haphazardly pulling up my dress, he was ripping at it, sliding his hands beneath it to try to get to my underwear. I was so stunned that I could do little more than lay there and process what had just happened . . . and what I was sure was about to happen.

  “Stupid bitch,” he spat at me. “You think I'd bring you up here and not expect a fuck. I know all about you. I know how you and that Krista bitch like to tease guys and leave them hanging. I heard what happened to her. You'd think that would have taught you a lesson.”

  My mind snapped back to, and I began to panic. He had managed to get his hands around my underwear and was pulling them down my thighs. I struggled and cried out, only to feel another blow across my face accompanied by pressure around my neck so strong that I thought he might kill me. My life flashed before my eyes as he bared down into me with anger.

  “If you scream, you'll wish you hadn't,” he threatened.

  “Tara!”

  I heard my name coming from the door and instantly recognized the voice who had said it. Relief flushed through me, though it didn't completely drown out my fear. William was unstable, and I had no idea what he would do. Would he leave me to go after Darren? Or did he even know that Darren was standing there?

  “Let her go,” Darren said sternly.

  Thankfully, William did let me go, turning to face my best friend, who was standing in the doorway like a knight in street clothes coming to rescue me. As William turned toward Darren, I pulled the top of my dress back up, embarrassed for Darren to have seen me that way. Still, I would have rather him seen me like that than to have ended up being raped. Now, all I cared about was getting away from William.

  “This is none of your business,” William told Darren, his nostrils flaring.

  “I don't think the lady enjoys being handled that way.”

  “Tell him to go away.” William cast me a warning glance.

  Darren's voice softened as he looked past William to me. “Is that what you want, Tara? If I made some mistake, I can leave. Do you want me to leave?”

  I shook my head timidly.

  The confidence returned to Darren's tone. “I believe she'd rather come with me.”

  That's when shit hit the fan. William stomped up to Darren with fire in his eyes and his fist drawn back. “You pompous little prick. Just because your parents own half the town it makes you think you're better than the rest of us. You think you're so fucking untouchable. I'm going to beat your scrawny ass and show you otherwise.”

  His fist came down, but Darren maneuvered around it, grabbing him by the wrist and pulling him into an overhead throw. William's foot kicked a hole through the wall as he was thrown over Darren's back. He groaned as he looked up from the floor. As quickly as the fight had started, it was over.

  Darren gazed down on him with emotionless eyes. “Just because you're bigger than me doesn't mean that you're stronger. Bruce Lee only weighed one hundred and thirty-five pounds at his peak.”

  “I guess you didn't know that Darren's a black belt,” I said to William as I flanked Darren's side, feeling smugly proud of my best friend.

  “Let's go, Tara,” Darren told me.

  Like a classic move villain, William looked up at us and said, “This isn't over.”

  But it was over, at least for the time being.

  We walked down the stairs, hand in hand, as Darren tried to get me out of the house as quickly as possible. Eventually, James Philip would realize that there was a hole in one of the walls of his parents' house, and he would be pissed. That didn't matter now though. All that mattered was getting away from this nightmare.

  “Did he hurt you?” Darren asked when we stepped into his car.

  “Yes.”

  “How?” He turned to look at me, concern filling his normally calm face.

  “He hit me, but I'm fine. Let's just get out of here.”

  Darren drove me back to my house. It was past midnight, and my parents had already gone to bed. My mother had wanted to stay up until I got home so that I could tell her all about prom, but after I sent her that text message, I suppose she thought it could wait until morning.

  We sat in the driveway in front of my house, staring forward awkwardly.

  “Do you want to come in?” I asked.

  Darren nodded, killing the engine and following me out of the car. We tiptoed upstairs to my bedroom, being careful not to make a sound until we were inside with the door closed.

  “Was it everything you expected?” Darren asked me dryly as he took a seat on my bed.

  I gave him a sarcastic look. “That's not even funny.”

  “It wasn't meant to be.”

  “You were asking about prom then?” I stood in front of the mirror over my dresser to begin taking off my jewelry.

  “Mhm.”

  “It was okay. Kind of boring. William wasn't the best date, if you can imagine that.”

  “I can. So I guess it probably would have been better if you had gone with me.”

  “Is that what you want me to say?” I turned to him with a sigh.

  “Well, you haven't thanked me for rescuing you yet, so yeah, I'd at least like something positive out of you for all of my efforts.”

  His words made me feel horrible. He was right, I hadn't shown any gratitude for what he had done for me. I had taken him for granted, like coming to my rescue at the last minute was part of his job duties as my best friend.

  “Thank you,” I said, looking him straight in the eyes. “Thank you for saving me. And yes, prom would have been a lot better if you had taken me. William was so lame. We got there late, and all he wanted to do was hangout with his friends. He hangs out with his friends every day. Prom is supposed to be about more than that.”

  “Like what?”

  “Like dancing and enjoying your date, and I don't know, just stuff like that.” I kicked my high heels off and came to sit down beside him, reflecting on how horrible my night had been. Just thinking about it made me want to cry, the hurtful things William had said to me. If it wasn't for Darren, I would probably be in a naked ball of sobs right now, my innocence stolen by some monster.

  Tears ran down my face unbidden, and Darren quickly wrapped his arms around me, pulling me to him for comfort. He felt so solid and safe. My knight in shining armor.

  Just thinking about the night made me realize how lucky I was to have him. He was perfect. Handsome, smart, strong. Everyone else seemed to be able to see it but me. I wished with everything in me that I could conjure up romantic feelings for him. My mother was right, there would never be anyone better for me.

  Then I thought about what had happened to Krista and what had almost happened to me. Losing your virginity was supposed to be some romantic magical moment. It was scary to think that someone cruel and greedy could take that from you. I had spent most of my teenage years thinking that life should be like a movie, but not all movies have happy endings. Not all movies are about romance and love. A lot of them are about the horrible things in life.

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nbsp; If I waited for the right man to give myself to, there was a chance I could bump into the wrong man again. Not all men were good and kind like Darren. I had experienced so many of my firsts with him, and I never walked away feeling ashamed or embarrassed or regretting it. Maybe I could give him this too, and perhaps if I gave him this, feelings would come, and we could have our happy ending.

  My heart pounded in my chest at the thought of what I was about to do. If I went for it, there would be no going back. Well, maybe there would be. Darren wasn't the type of guy to force me into anything. Still, it wouldn't be fair to him if I started something and didn't finish it. His love for me was so strong. I couldn't bear the thought of hurting him if I suddenly changed my mind.

  Is this what you really want, Tara? You know he'll take good care of you. It might not be magical, but at least you'll know you're giving it to the right person. No one deserves it more.

  No one deserves it more. Those words echoed in my mind as I tilted my face up and sought out Darren's lips. I could feel his body tense from the shock of my actions, but seconds later he relaxed, holding me tighter against him and reciprocating my affection. His mouth was hot against mine, his lips moving with restrained hunger. Each kiss was astoundingly gentle yet passionate at the same time, as if his lips were delicately dancing against mine, trying to seek out pleasure but not be too desperate about it.

  While I didn't feel sparks from the kiss, I felt safe in his arms, and there was definitely a strange kind of warmth brewing inside of me. This wasn't our clueless children selves trying out kissing for the first time. We were adults now, and we both fully realized what this kind of kissing was going to lead to.

  Darren's hands explored my body cautiously while he kissed me, caressing the bare skin of my back, trailing down my arms. His hands seemed to be everywhere at once, avoiding my most intimate places. I couldn't help but wonder if he was terrified to touch me. We were crossing boundaries that best friends should never cross. Maybe he was secretly just as afraid of crossing them as I was. But I had made up my mind. This was right. It was the best way I could think of to thank him for always being there for me, and it was the only way I knew for sure that I wouldn't have a horrible first-time experience.

  I waited a few more minutes for Darren to make the next move, to grope my breasts or try to take off my dress. He seemed content with kissing and innocent petting. Perhaps he assumed that was as far as I wanted to go with this. I would have to show him otherwise.

  When I broke free of the kiss and opened my eyes, his were still closed. I tried my hardest not to grin at the smitten expression on his face. If he had ever looked happier, I couldn't remember.

  I stood up and took a few steps away before turning to Darren and reaching behind myself to unzip my dress. It fell to the floor in a heap at my feet, leaving me completely exposed except for my underwear. Darren gulped as he soaked me in, looking far less confident now. He was starting to get the picture.

  I stepped out of the dress and walked back over to him, straddling his lap and wrapping my hands around the back of his neck, so I could look down into the endless depths of his blue eyes. It felt so strange seducing him. Usually, I was the one being pursued by men. Darren was too timid. I could only hope that now that I'd shown him what I wanted, he would take the reigns.

  “What are you doing?” he asked me.

  “Isn't this what you've always wanted?”

  “For as long as I can remember.”

  “Then take it.”

  “Are you sure it's okay?”

  “Mhm.” I nodded, smiling at him.

  He didn't need anymore of an invitation. All reservations left Darren as his mouth and hands began to explore past every forbidden line that had been set in our relationship from the beginning. When his lips found one of my nipples, shocks of lust coursed between my legs. My body lit up with sensation as he fondled my breast with one hand, wrapping his other arm around me and bucking the hardness beneath his jeans up between my legs.

  I raked my fingers through his hair as he buried his head between my breasts, holding him to me and enjoying the feel of his warm body against mine. It was strange feeling his erection beneath me, but I knew I had already committed to feeling even more of it. The thought of having him inside of me was a bit daunting, but every time uncertainty reared its ugly head, I stifled it down by reminding myself that this was the right thing to do.

  “Get undressed,” I told Darren when I had had enough of the heated make-out session. My uncertainties were starting to get the better of me, and I wanted to get things done before I decided to back out completely.

  I rose from Darren's lap and slid my underwear down. It felt odd being so exposed to him, and his staring didn't make it any better. Was I the first girl he had ever seen naked in real life? I doubted it, but I was too afraid to ask.

  He gazed upon me for a few lingering seconds before he began undressing. I had seen him shirtless dozens of times. It wasn't anything new to me. Pantsless was another story though. My breath hitched as he pulled his boxers down and the monster between his legs sprang out. It was far from the tiny pink worm that I had first laid eyes on when we were children. Darren was all man now, thick and long. How something so small could grow into something so big, I'd never know, but now I was even more apprehensive about sleeping with him. I'd seen plenty of dicks in my time, and his definitely was in the larger range.

  I didn't have much time to think about it before he stepped forward and pulled me into his arms. Feeling his naked flesh against mine was so surreal. His hard cock pressed between my legs, making me blush. Were we really going to do this?

  “I love you,” he whispered into my ear as he nuzzled his cheek against mine. “I always have, and I always will.”

  “I love you too,” was all I could think of to respond. If I said anything else, it would have just ruined the moment—it would have made him stop, and I didn't want him to stop. It wasn't a lie that I loved him. I did love him, just not in the way that he loved me. He didn't need to know that though. Not now when we were so close.

  Darren and I kissed and embraced a while longer before he took my hand and led me to the bed. I knew what he wanted me to do—knew it was time. I laid down on my back with my legs slightly spread, feeling more nervous than I ever imagined I would for my first time. So many conflicting thoughts were going through my head. Physically, everything felt right, for the most part. Emotionally, I knew I was being selfish. Did I want this? Yes. Was I really thinking about what it would do to him? No.

  By the time Darren finally crawled on top of me, he was trembling. It was odd to see him so unnerved. I was used to him being sure of himself all the time, but now his face was filled with so much uncertainty. I wished I could tell what he was thinking. Was he worried about how this would change our relationship, or was he just so sexually excited that he could barely handle it? Part of me even feared he might pre-maturely ejaculate, but perhaps that wouldn't be the worst thing. Maybe it would be his body's way of saving us from making a horrible mistake. There was no way to know.

  “Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked him, stroking his cheek affectionately, giving him a chance to back out, to save us both from shattering our friendship and turning it into something else.

  “I'm sure.” He nodded, though he couldn't look me in the eye when he said it.

  Darren took a deep breath, steadying himself before reaching down to grip his length. When I felt it press at my borderline, my entire body tensed. Oh God, is this the right thing to do? I know I want it with him. I mean, I think I want it.

  “Are you ready?” he asked.

  Suddenly, I felt like we were children again, playing at being grown up, not really knowing what in the hell we were doing. Of course, we were both far from children, and we both knew about sex—had seen videos, pictures on the internet, talked about it with our friends. Doing it was a whole other story though, and we were both making the experience completely awkward.
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  “I'm ready,” I told him, holding my breath for the pain to come.

  He pressed forward slowly, his manhood slipping inside of me. It felt too big, and I had to brace myself to keep from begging him to stop.

  “Are you alright?” he asked, noticing the pain contorting my face.

  “Is it in yet?”

  “Not all the way.”

  “It hurts pretty bad.”

  “Do you want me to pull out?”

  “No. Just keep going.”

  “Maybe if I do it faster?”

  “Yeah. That might help.”

  “Alright. I'm going to put it in all the way. Are you ready?”

  I wasn't ready, but what else could I say. “Yeah, go ahead.”

  I held my breath as he bucked forward, filling my completely in one quick thrust. The initial pain of him breaking through my barrier about made me cry out, but once he was inside, the pain began melting away into something bearable. I exhaled heavily, panting as my body adjusted to the feeling. Darren groaned, looking like he had just landed in ecstasyville, and I couldn't help but smirk at him despite my discomfort.

  “That good, huh?” I asked.

  “You have no idea.”

  “I wish I could say the same.”

  “Do you want me to pull out?” His pleasured look warped into one of concern.

  “No. Just . . . you know what to do.”

  Darren leaned down to kiss the corner of my mouth as he began moving his body on top of mine. To my surprise, it felt incredibly good. The pain was still there, but it wasn't anywhere near as intense, more like an annoyance, and thoughts of it were almost completely washed away as his pubic bone massaged against my sensitive clit. I shuddered pleasantly and moaned, trying to be as quiet as possible, though the strange sensation between my legs made it difficult. This was far better than I ever thought it would be.

  “Are you alright?” Darren asked again.

  “I'm fine. Just keep going,” I replied, a bit annoyed.

  I decided to silence him by occupying his mouth with mine. His kisses became a lot less gentle, which I liked. Passion was taking over, and his movements on top of me seemed almost natural. Losing myself in the pleasure again, I kissed him a final time before letting my head rest on the pillow, and my eyes drift to the back of my head. For those few brief moments before climax, we weren't best friends anymore; we were lovers. Everything felt amazing and perfect and good. Too good.