Completion (Cambria University Series Book 3)

by Sadie T. Williams

  “Oh, girls, come on now,” Mama shakes her head. “We’re not leaving you before you leave for college. We want to be together.” Jesus, our house really is like Leave It to Beaver.

  “Your mama is right. We want to be with you both as much as possible before d-day,” Dad says sincerely.

  “No, you guys,” Staley protests, “it’s not an option. You two never go out, so Stanzy and I took the liberty to make reservations for you. We will be fine with each other and Lou. We want some girl time with her before we leave anyway.” Staley half lies to cover for me.

  “That’s right. You need to be to L’Atelier by seven. We got you a private room overlooking Atlanta and a five course candlelit dinner with some French shi - stuff. Not really sure what we ordered, but it was expensive so I’m guessing it’s good.”

  “Could be snails, could be steak, could be grass. We rolled the dice,” Staley says with a shrug. “Google translate isn’t always accurate.”

  “You two really know how to sell a romantic dinner out,” our dad chuckles.

  “Okay, well, I guess we can’t say no to that,” our mama says with a smile. “I should go pick out a dress and start to get ready. We need to leave by, what? Six, Cada?”

  “Yes, Avery, it will be a long drive with ATL traffic.”

  “Girls, this was so thoughtful. Your dad and I do appreciate a night out after the stress of moving. We love you very much,” Mama says softly, rises and walks to us. She kisses each of our cheeks and squeezes us into a group hug.

  A pang of guilt hits me since this dinner is set up with ulterior motives and not just because they’re amazing parents. Which they are.

  “You’re welcome,” we both respond and hug our mother.

  For the next few hours, Staley and I pretend to be busy packing, but we’re actually cleaning and setting the mood for tonight. Everything is going perfectly.

  A little after six my parents head out for their date. Staley quickly helps me light candles so only the glow in the living is from them and the fireplace.

  “Okay, I’m out. Good luck,” she smiles at me as she looks at all of our hard work. “Condoms are in the nightstand by your bed. Lou dropped them off while you were in the shower. I wrapped one and put it by his other gift.”

  “Thank you. I can’t believe that I almost forgot those,” I shake my head. I’m so nervous. “Thank God Lou is a professional.” Mary Lou texted to check on our progress and asked where I was putting the condoms for easy access so I didn’t kill the mood. She flipped her lid and ran to the store for me when I told I didn’t have any. God, I’m going to miss her.

  Staley heads out and I sit on the couch watching the fire crackle. It’s May, but a fire seems romantic. Jessup is supposed to be coming over at seven to exchange graduation presents. I rub my hands down my thighs because they are starting to sweat thinking of what is about to happen.

  I have imagined this day since I realized that I wanted Jessup to be my first. All the scenarios that I’ve watched on Riverdale or Staley has so eloquently described from her books flash through my mind. Body parts tangling together, tongues, sweat, and a lot of moaning.

  The doorbell jolts me from thoughts of Archie and Veronica’s sex-crazed make out sessions and my heart is racing. I can hear it trying to bang out of my chest.

  I open the door and Jessup walks in looking divine. Black crewneck, white Chino shorts, and dark chocolate eyes that briefly stop my heart. I can’t believe this man is my boyfriend.

  “Hey, baby,” he says and kisses my cheek. “I’ve been waiting for this all day.”

  Oh, you have no idea.

  “Where is everyone?” he asks as he slips off his canvas loafers.

  “Staley went to Lou’s and my parents are on a date. Just us!” I squeak as I try to hide the nerves in my voice.

  He walks in and assesses the living room lit by the fireplace and candles.

  “Romantic.” He smirks at me. “Netflix and Chinese?” he asks. Our go-to is dinner and Netflix at my house. I’ve never been to Jessup’s. He says it too crowded, but I feel like there is more to it than that. He’s hiding his dad from me and I completely understand why. That man is a monster.

  We sit down on the couch, but I don’t snuggle into his side like normal.

  “Can we open presents first? If I have to wait I may lose my mind.” We agreed to buy each other graduation/going away/remember me gifts a few weeks ago.

  “Sure,” he replies with a smile and reaches into his pocket. He pulls out a small box wrapped in what looks like a paper grocery bag. “I didn’t have real wrapping paper, sorry.”

  “That doesn’t matter,” I reply and take the box. Inside the brown paper bag wrapping is a small, black velvet box and my heart, which just calmed down, starts racing again. I can barely hear myself think over the pounding in my ears.

  I open it to reveal a sliver ring. It’s two bands that are twisted together making an endless circle of infinity loops.

  “Together, for as long as we can isn’t enough for me, Stanz. I want forever. I want infinity,” Jessup tells me as I remove the ring from the box and slide it onto my finger. It is too large for my ring finger so I put it on my middle finger on my left hand.

  “Always wear this, right here,” he says and holds my hand, “because the next ring I buy will go right next to it.” He kisses my ring finger where an engagement ring would go. “I love you, Stanzy.”

  My body is on fire and I can feel the warm tears streaming down my face. That’s not the first time he’s told me he loved me, but this is the first time I think he meant in a deeper way. He doesn’t just love me, he’s in love with me. Happy tears from this moment, sad tears for knowing that we’re leaving soon. I’m so in love with him too.

  Jessup reaches up and swipes away the tears with the pads of thumbs. He pulls my face to his and we kiss. Soft, slow and loving.

  When we part I say, “Your turn.” I wipe away a stray tear from my cheek with my knuckle and hand him a box just slightly bigger than the one he gave me.

  It’s now or never, so it has to be now.

  Chapter 12: Rhodes

  Stanzy cried when she opened my present. The way she returned my kiss I’m assuming they were happy tears, but I didn’t fail to notice that she didn’t say she loved me back.

  I’m sitting on her couch, staring at the most beautiful girl in the world who is about to leave me. I want everything with her and I will wait for her as long as it takes.

  The box she handed me is wrapped delicately in purple paper with a white bow. She wins the wrapping game, but since we don’t get presents at home I didn’t have anything to put her present in. I’m a little embarrassed by that now, but I know Stanzy isn’t the type of girl to care.

  I unwrap the box and lift the lid of the green jewelry box inside. It is a gold chain with a pendant on it.

  “I had that made for you,” she tells me as she smiles softly.

  I lift it to see the pendant is a gold football engraved with my number, thirty-three, on it. On the back is engraved our motto and initials, “Together, for as long as we can. R.J.R. & S.R.S.” Rowen Jessup Rhodes and Stanzy Rae Sutton.

  I lift the chain and slide it over my head so it hangs on chest. “I love it.”

  “I love you, Jessup,” she says almost under her breath. “I love you so much and I have one more thing I want to give you.”

  “Okay,” I reply and a tinge of sadness creeps into my core at the thought of her leaving.

  She hands me another small box, this one is wrapped in black paper. It looks a bit sinister actually.

  “This isn’t the Romeo and Juliet moment is it?” I try to joke. “Poison for us in here?” I ask and shake the tiny box.

  She laughs uneasily and darts her eyes away from me which makes me feel nervous.

  I lift open the lid of the small cardboard box I just unwrapped and inside is a gold Trojan condom wrapper. My heart stops. Can’t breathe. I’ve died. I’m dead.

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bsp; I can’t stop staring at the condom. She can’t really want to do this before she leaves. This is a huge step for both of us. My heart is racing, I think it may explode right in my chest.

  “Jess, I love you more than I even thought was possible. This love is so much more than I ever expected. I loved you when we were young, but I’m so in love with you now. I know we’re young and this may be stupid since we’re leaving, but I want my first time to be this way. With you.”

  “I’m all in, Stanzy. I want my first time to be with you too.” Even though I wanted to save myself for my future wife I have no doubt that woman will be Stanzy one day anyway. I won’t end up like the men in my family. My path will be different because she is leading the way.

  She stands, looking stunningly beautiful in a black lace dress that poofs out at her waist. Her blonde hair is twisted into some bun thing that shows off her sexy neck and collarbone. Her normally sparkling hazel eyes are darker, intoxicating, as she holds out her hand for me.

  “We have a couple hours yet before Staley and my parents come home.”

  Her words, her eyes, this moment. My dick twitches in my pants and suddenly I’m terrified that I will only last three pumps and this whole experience will be awful for her. I won’t need two hours, fuck, I won’t need two minutes.

  I take her hand and she leads me up the stairs and panic sets in. I’ve watched porn with my brothers and friends. We’re guys after all. But this needs to be perfect and I’m freaking the fuck out.

  “I’m going to change quick. Just hang out in my room and I’ll be right back,” she motions toward her door.

  While Stanzy goes to change, I use the opportunity to call Rollie. While all my brothers and father are man-whores, I choose Rollie because, although he will give me epic shit tomorrow, he will be honest and actually help me.

  “Baby Bro, what’s shaking?” he says as he answers on the second ring.

  “Hey,” I whisper.

  “Why are you whispering?”

  “I’m in Stanzy’s bedroom. She wants to have sex with me.”

  “So, you’re calling me to ask me how to fuck your girlfriend?” he asks and bursts out into full on laughter.

  “Shh! You better be alone. No, I know how the fucking mechanics work. But how do I get her to you know…”

  “Come?” he asks matter-of-factly.

  “Yeah. That.”

  “Well, there’s this thing called oral sex. Do that. Then when you last five seconds she won’t care because she will have had her turn.”

  “And?”

  “And what? Find the bean. Lick the bean. Suck the bean.”

  “Helpful, douchebag.”

  “Okay, fine. First, perform some oral over her panties. So basically give preview of what you’ll do when those come off. Think of it as pregame. Second, fingers and tongue are friends. Use both at the same time. Curl those suckers up in there and hit her special spot. Third, don’t ignore the boobs. Nipples are sensitive and she will go crazy. Finally, when you suck the bean, be gentle. Think of it as the world’s softest blowie.”

  “She’s coming, I gotta go,” I whisper.

  As I go to hang up I hear him shout into the phone, “Not yet, but she will be!”

  Stanzy walks back into her bedroom, where I’m sitting on the end of her bed on a white and pink plaid comforter. She is wearing nothing except a black lace bra and thong. The black lace against her peach skin makes my dick twitch against my zipper. I was hard as a fucking rock the minute I opened that box with the condom in it but he’s ready to burst now. I casually shift my position to try to ease the discomfort, but there is no adjusting at this point. He’s ready to bust out of my shorts.

  Say something you idiot.

  “You look, my God, I have no words.” Her breasts are taut and slightly overflowing from the lace bra and my eyes continue down to her abs which are tight, her long legs look longer in the high cut panties. She took her hair down which now cascades over her shoulders.

  “Yeah,” she glances down at her body. I smile as big of a smile as I can. With some reassurance she does a little spin and I almost come in my pants at the sight of her ass in that thong. It is perky and tight, but there is some meat to it and I think that the image of her ass will be engrained in my brain for all eternity. When I die? I will see that ass.

  “Come here,” I say and pat the bed next to me.

  Timidly she walks over and I pull her onto my lap so her legs are straddling my hips. I’m sure she can feel my erection pressing into her.

  “This,” I say as I press my hard-on against her center, “is from you. You’re so damn sexy, Stanz, I can’t take it.”

  She blushes at my words. I slide my hands into her hair and cup her face in my hands. I press my lips to hers and invade her mouth with my tongue. She tastes like fresh mint and I know she brushed her teeth for me.

  As we are making out she begins to instinctively rock back and forth on my lap. I’m not about to come in my pants so I stand up. The sudden movement startles her and she lets out a tiny yelp in surprise.

  Still holding her, I slide one arm underneath her ass while using my free arm to unclasp her bra. I toss the bra and I turn around to face the bed.

  Gently, I lay her down on her back. Remembering what Rollie said I slowly climb on top of her. I begin by kissing her again, slowly I work my way from her mouth down her neck to her chest. I admire each mound before I give it proper attention.

  With each lick, flick, and twist of her nipple she makes certain noises and quickly I’m learning what she likes and what she is just tolerating. Making mental notes as I move further south, I kiss her stomach as I run my hand up and down the inside of her thighs.

  She softly moans and spreads her legs open. I take that as an invitation and slide my hand over her panties, I can feel the wet warmth below my palm and press it harder on her mound. She presses her hips forward to meet my hand. This is good.

  Moving myself lower so my face is even with her panties I inhale. She smells sweet, like fresh lilacs and her arousal. Running my nose up and down her slit and she moans with approval. I alternate between licking her lace covered opening and gently sucking her clit into my mouth though her panties.

  When I think I’ve pre-gamed enough I slip my fingers into her panties and pull them down her legs. She leans up on her elbows and her hazel eyes are lit with a fire I’ve never seen. She is hot. Hot for me. I try not to let my gaze move south too fast, but I can’t wait to see what she looks like naked.

  I press my palm to her chest to lay her back down on the bed. “I’m not done.”

  Complying, she lays back down I take a minute to admire my girlfriend’s naked body. Perfection. Silky smooth, toned, and ready for me. I smile as I lower my head back between her legs.

  I repeat Rollie’s words in my head. Not only is his advice helping me through this, but with every thought of him I’m further away from coming too soon.

  Stanzy seems to be in another universe. Twisting and moaning with each move of my tongue.

  Finally, when I slip a finger inside she shoots up from the bed and fists my hair with both hands.

  “Jess!” she exclaims. “Oh my God!” I’m so thankful the house is empty. Cada would murder me if he saw this. Stop thinking about your girlfriend’s father. Another good tactic to bring me back from the edge. Noted.

  I curl my fingers inside and torment her spot with relentless movement. She has to be close. While she isn’t making the weird faces porn stars do when they come, I know the ab clenching and thighs trembling mean something good is about happen.

  I suck her clit into my mouth again and with another curl of my finger, Stanzy screams loudly.

  “Jess, oh my God, Jess, I’m coming. I’m coming!” she shouts and clamps her thighs around my head. Her legs tremble and her body shakes. She rides out the orgasm on my face and fingers. I’ve never felt higher in my life.

  Fuck yes! I mentally high five myself as Stanzy falls lazily back dow
n on the bed and I stand from my position between her legs. That was the hottest fucking moment of my life.

  After a minute, as her breathing returns to normal, she looks up at me. I’m hovering and staring. It’s creepy, but whatever, I never want to forget this moment.

  How she looks. How I made her feel. How she made me feel like the king of the world with the way she yelled my name.

  “That was incredible. I’ve never felt anything like that,” she smiles rising to hug her knees to her chest to cover her naked body.

  I don’t want to assume she still wants to have sex with me, but I’m hoping like hell she does.

  “Do you want me to,” she looks at the zipper of my shorts which is incredibly strained, “return the favor?”

  “We can do whatever you want to do. I’ll never stop you.”

  Stanzy scoots forward to the end of the bed and pulls me by my belt loops toward her. She tugs at the bottom of my shirt to untuck it.

  “Off, please,” she commands and I oblige.

  A small hand runs down my chest to the waistband of my shorts, deft fingers quickly undo the button and slide the zipper down. She gazes up at me and runs her hand back up, rubbing over each individual ab muscle up to my pecs. My erection twitches while her hands run up and down my body.

  “You’re beautiful,” she whispers. The comment is odd since I’m a guy, but the way she says it sends a euphoric feeling rushing through my body.

  She returns her focus back to my pants as she attempts to slide my shorts and boxers down in one motion, but my boxers get stuck on my hard-on. She gasps.

  “Oh no, I’m so sorry, did that hurt?” she says and looks up at me with a mortified look on her face.

  “Nah, let me help.” I fist my dick and remove him from shorts and underwear. Bending down, I remove my shorts completely. As I stand back up I see Stanzy staring at my crotch. Her eyes look like saucers.

  “You okay?”

  “Um, yeah, sure. It’s just that I-I, um,” she pauses like she doesn’t really want to tell me.

  “What? It’s okay, tell me.” I have a normal looking penis. I’ve seen other dicks in our locker room and I’m confident in what I’m packing.