by Sammy King
“I didn’t do it on purpose, it just happened that way. I wasn’t running anywhere in particular and if I hadn’t run into Mason I probably would have come here eventually when the adrenalin wore off” she tried to explain.
Dylan didn’t say anything.
“You better go” Dylan said quietly standing.
Chelsea felt the sting of rejection hit her in the stomach as she stood nodding her head.
“Dylan. I’m sorry that I hurt you. I didn’t want to do that. That’s why I came here now to explain what was going on” she said reaching out for his hand.
Dylan snatched his hand away and Chelsea sucked in a sharp breath as the rejection punched her again. Dylan turned and stared into her eyes.
“So did you see your Mum?” Dylan asked still frowning.
Chelsea nodded fighting to keep her tears at bay.
“Did you stay with her last night?” Dylan asked.
Chelsea dropped her eyes and shook her head. She heard Dylan groan.
“Where did you stay then?” he asked.
Chelsea looked up at him, his face was red and his blonde hair hung over his brown eyes that had darkened with anger.
“Dylan please don’t do this. You are my best friend. I’m sorry I didn’t come here. I was so scared and everything happened so quickly” she said.
“Did you fuck him?” Dylan spat.
“Who? Mason? What the hell Dylan? I just told you about the shit my own fucking father did to me, do you think I felt like a quick romp after that?” she shouted.
Dylan dropped his head and balled his hands into fists before releasing them. Chelsea watched as emotions flooded his face.
“You’re right, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that. Chelsea I hate that you’re d.. Carl did that stuff to you. He is an arsehole for putting you through that and I wish the bullet had killed him. I am hurt that you couldn’t come and tell me even before it got to this point. I don’t understand. But I will try” Dylan said.
Chelsea nodded as tears dripped down her cheeks and chin, hitting her new shirt.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner” she said with a shake of her head.
Dylan suddenly grasped her and pulled her into his chest. Soon Chelsea’s silent tears turned into gut wrenching sobs that shook her whole body. Dylan held her tight until her tears had begun to ease and her sobs were nothing more than the occasional hiccup. She pulled away from him and looked down at the giant wet patch on his shirt. She patted his chest.
“I’m sorry” she said wiping her nose with the back of her hand.
Dylan looked down at his chest and shrugged, giving her a small smile.
“Are we still friends?” he asked.
Chelsea smiled and nodded her head.
“Forever” she replied.
“Are you going to be staying with your Mum?” he asked.
Chelsea looked away from Dylan as she lied and told him that she was. For the rest of the afternoon she sat in the music room listening to Dylan play various songs on the guitar, before it was just before dinner time.
“I better get going” she said standing from the bean bag that she had tucked herself into.
Dylan put his guitar down and walked her to the door.
“Do you need a lift to your Mum’s house?” he asked with a look that Chelsea knew was testing to see if she was telling the truth about the place she was staying.
Chelsea quickly shook her head. The truth was she had no idea where her Mum even lived. She felt awful for lying to Dylan, but it was apparently obvious that he didn’t approve of her having anything to do with Mason, so she didn’t feel she could tell him that she was actually going to be spending another night there, let alone in Mason’s bed and probably with Mason beside her.
“Dylan? Did Mason ever beat you up when the others did?” she asked.
Dylan shifted uncomfortably in the doorway and shoved his hands in his pockets.
“Once” he said holding up one finger. “I kind of had it coming. I said that his Dad was bikie scum. He punched me once and gave me a bloody nose.”
Chelsea nodded. The biggest problem that Dylan had was his mouth, it often got him into trouble. He didn’t have much of a social etiquette, Chelsea always put it down to his upbringing. Once his Mum got involved with drugs, she was pretty distant and he was raised in a world of junkies and various other pieces of shit, watching his mum rotate through men until he was ten and she died. He was the one that discovered her body in their living room, a needle still in the crook of her arm. His grandmother tried to help him be more polite and he did improve over the years that Chelsea knew him, but sometimes he just said what he felt rather than thinking about how it might make someone feel or the consequences like a punch in the nose from the football team.
Chapter Eight
Slowly Chelsea walked back to Mason’s home. When she got to the gate she saw that Mason was coming out of it, when he noticed her, his face lit up and he gave her a big smile. Chelsea’s heart skipped a beat and she couldn’t wipe the grin from her face as he came towards her and kissed her lips gently. Mason took the bags from her and she followed him through the gate into the yard, where Duggar was still sitting. Chelsea frowned and followed Mason into his bedroom.
“Doesn’t that Duggar ever leave the yard?” she asked as Mason closed the door.
Mason laughed and put her bags beside her other things. He shook his head.
“He has a home. He just never seems to go to it” he said with a shrug of his shoulder. “Anyway, I don’t want to talk about him, how did it go with Dylan?”
She flopped down onto Mason’s bed and laid back with her legs dangling off the edge. Mason laid down beside her and put his hand on her stomach under her shirt, just above the waistband of her jeans. Chelsea felt her body clench in fear at first scared that Mason would discover her other secret but she couldn’t help her stomach lurch with excitement. Chelsea closed her legs tight against the throbbing that was beginning. She closed her eyes to try and concentrate on telling Mason about Dylan’s reaction.
“It wasn’t good. He was mad, which I kind of expected. He felt like I lied to him” she said.
She opened her eyes and looked up into Mason’s eyes, which were soft and watching her intently.
“Figures. The guys a jerk” he said with a frown.
Chelsea shook her head as she propped herself up on her elbows.
“He’s not that bad, he just has had a really bad life, not much different to my own and he didn’t learn what he should say and what he shouldn’t. I became shy and didn’t talk. He became abrasive and talks too much” she said.
Mason nodded and smiled at her.
“He told me you punched him in the nose once” she said.
Mason let out a loud laugh and nodded.
“Yeah it was one of those moments he said something when he shouldn’t have” he said.
Chelsea nodded and smiled.
“He told me what he said.” she said shaking her head. “He deserved the punch”
Chelsea flopped back down on the bed as Mason laughed again. He slowly leaned forward and placed his lips on hers. Nibbling gently again before she felt his tongue slowly reach out and run along her bottom lip. Chelsea closed her legs tighter to fight against the building pressure that was threatening to explode. She opened her lips to make way for his tongue which found hers and began a tango of lust. Chelsea reached up and touched Mason’s face, running her fingers through his long dark hair, which seemed to spur him on further, pulling her tighter into him. His hand on her stomach rubbed up and down her side and he moved his thigh between her legs which didn’t help the pounding that was going on but making her forget all about the secret’s her skin held.
She groaned as he pressed his thigh against her centre and she instinctively ground her hips into his leg. Slowly he moved his hand up to her breast and began to stroke her over her bra. Her nipples stiffened under his touch and she arched her back pushin
g her breast further into his hand. Mason moved his hip against her thigh and she could feel his erection strong against her. It was then that panic began to creep into the pit of Chelsea’s stomach. She pushed him back and breathed hard. Mason sat up with a look of alarm on his face. She pushed herself up onto her elbows and felt beads of sweat begin to form on her forehead as she gasped for breath, counting silently to fight the panic attack off. Mason adjusted himself in his pants and touched her hair gently.
Chelsea turned to face him and saw the look of panic and pain on his face. She felt bad for making him stop the way she did. She had heard the girls say how the worst thing you could do to a guy was to lead them on and not let them finish. But she knew she couldn’t have kept going.
“I’m sorry Mason.” she said flopping back onto the bed and covering her face with her hands.
Mason reached over and took her hands away from her face and looked into her eyes.
“You are not to be sorry. You have nothing to be sorry for. I need to learn how far I can go with you. And if we are doing anything you’re not comfortable with, then tell me. I won’t be mad, I won’t be offended. This is about you. This is your healing” he said kissing her forehead.
Chelsea closed her eyes as tears slipped from the corner of her eyes.
“Why are you being so nice to me?” she said opening her eyes and looking into his face to make sure his future answer wasn’t a lie.
“Because I really, really like you Chelsea. I have always liked you. I’ve always thought you were beautiful. And I always knew that underneath that hardened exterior there was a soft, unique, funny and quirky girl wanting to come out” he said.
Chelsea sat up on her elbows again searching Mason’s face.
“You could have any girl. You could have Maddison, hell she follows you like a horny dog.” Chelsea said.
Mason snorted out a laugh.
“A horny dog. See that’s the funny I was talking about” he said with a crooked smile. “Something you should learn about guys, they don’t want relationships with the girls that are open all hours” he said using his fingers as quotation marks.
“You mean she sleeps around?” Chelsea asked shocked.
She knew that the guys liked Maddison, but she was always so quick to call girls whores that Chelsea didn’t think that she would be like that herself. Mason nodded his head and put his hand back on Chelsea’s stomach. The warmth of his hand made her skin tingle.
“Oh yeah, let’s just say she has been passed around more times than a joint at a Snoop Dogg party” he said with a grin.
Chelsea laughed before it turned into a frown.
“Have you?” she asked.
Mason frowned and looked away.
“I’m not a virgin Chelsea. I’ve been with girls, but I’ve never met anyone like you. You make my heart beat in a way that it hasn’t before, you make me feel things. Hell you had me balling like a baby last night and then sleeping in a bed next to you making sure that I didn’t touch you all night” he said.
Chelsea smiled. She was stupid to think that Mason wouldn’t have been with other girls. He was one of the most popular boys in school, all the girls wanted him. She knew that she should feel special, she had him, but it didn’t seem to bring much consolation. She didn’t know how long she would be able to have him for. Chelsea leaned forward and kissed him again, this time, she was the one who tentatively reached out her tongue and tasted his bottom lip, which brought an approving groan from Mason.
For the rest of the evening until her lips were sore and her eyes were weary they lay on the bed kissing, tasting one another. Mason was careful not to touch more than her stomach, and he didn’t push himself against her again. She couldn’t help but feel guilty, that a guy who was so used to having sex with any girl was having to hold himself back so as not to affect her. However she appreciated that he did.
Chapter Nine
That night Chelsea’s dreams were pleasant and filled with images of Mason deep inside her. Chelsea woke with a throbbing between her legs like she had never known before and a throbbing she didn’t know how to relieve. She shut her legs tighter to try to get some relief but the pressure continued. Mason had his arm draped across her waist and she could feel he was hard against her. She felt bad because he had probably been that way all night and he too was no doubt dying for relief as much as she was.
She gently looked over her shoulder to see that Mason was asleep, his breathing was slow and steady. Chelsea pushed her backside into his groin feeling him hard against her. She paused as he groaned. When his breathing went back to a steady rhythm she ground her backside into him again. He moaned again and she realised that the moaning was that of pleasure, which spurred her on further. She wriggled once more but this time felt his arm tighten around her waist.
“You keep doing that and I can’t be held responsible if I explode up your back” Mason huskily growled into her ear.
Chelsea’s smile crept across her face as she pushed back against him, producing another moan in her ear. The throbbing between her legs was taking over and with Mason’s moans in her ear it was making it ten times harder to focus on anything else. Mason gently ran his hand up her pyjama top and brushed his hand over breast. Chelsea felt a shot of electricity race her through her body and she couldn’t control the moan that escaped her lips, which in turn brought one forth from Mason.
It amazed her that he would get as much pleasure from her pleasure. It’s not what she thought guys would be like, she had always been lead to believe that guys just got on, got off and left. However, Mason wasn’t like that, he was so careful with her. Chelsea leant back against his chest and pushed her breast further into his hand, he began to manipulate her stiffening nipple in between his thumb and forefinger with another groan.
“Chelsea this is getting much harder to stop” he groaned into her ear.
Chelsea rolled over to face him, feeling his erection twitch against her thigh as she pressed against him, she kissed his lips gently.
“I can’t give you sex, I’m not there yet, but I need something, the pounding between my legs is hurting me and I imagine you need relief too” she said.
Mason’s eyes widened as he buried his face in her neck kissing and lightly nipping at the skin which produced more moans. He reached down and clasped her arse pushing her against him. Slowly Mason moved her to her back and fingered at the waistband of her shorts.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Mason asked watching her face for a truthful reaction.
Chelsea nodded her head and gingerly touched his face.
“I trust you Mason” she said.
Mason gave her his crooked smile and kissed her long and passionately as he gently put his hand inside her shorts. Chelsea gasped as she felt his hand touch her pubic hair. She felt panic grip at her, but she refused to succumb to it and pushed it away. It was a time for healing, a time to replace bad memories and bad touching with the good. Mason hesitated as he watched her face go through the myriad of emotions that she was feeling. She looked deep into his eyes and lifted her hips pushing her mound into his hand. Mason didn’t need any further prompting as he ran his finger over the slit between her legs. Chelsea let out a moan as he pushed his fingers deeper into her folds. Soon she was bucking her hips and shaking under the weight of her pleasure as he touched on her button. Suddenly an overwhelming tingle began to envelope her, it started at the base of her spine and washed its way around to her front and down her thighs.
Chelsea had never experienced an orgasm before, but she knew what they were and she knew that she was on the verge of one. Mason seemed to realise this too as his movements increased in fervour, with his thumb circling her clit and his fingers pumping inside her. She closed her eyes and arched her back as the pleasure took over. Chelsea couldn’t take the onslaught anymore, she reached out and grasped Mason’s hand holding it firm on her as she rocked her hips back and forth riding the waves of pleasure that swam about her, washing awa
y the bad and replacing it with beautiful memories. Slowly the pleasure ebbed away and she floated back to reality, trembling with aftershocks. Chelsea opened her eyes and saw Mason watching her with a triumphant smile on his face. She smiled and leaned up kissing his lips with a deep passion. He groaned and ground his erection into her thigh.
“How do I help you?” she said.
Mason frowned and shook his head.
“I don’t want you to feel like you have to do that Chels. I’ll fix it in the shower” he said.
Chelsea frowned and shook her head.
“Fix it here. I want to watch you” she said.
Mason’s jaw dropped open and his eyes widened.
“You want to watch me jerk?” he said.
Chelsea nodded and flashed him a smile. She knew that she would be pushing it too far if she tried much more, but she wanted to make him feel as loved as she had just felt. Chelsea pushed Mason on his back and tugged on his pants. Mason shook his head and chuckled as he lifted his hips and slipped his pants down, pushing the blanket off exposing his bottom half. Chelsea’s eyes widened. If a penis could be described as glorious then Mason’s was that.
“Are you sure you want me to do this? Cause once I start I don’t think I will be able to stop” he said with a frown.
Chelsea nodded and brushed her hand over the head of his cock which caused him to close his eyes and suck in a breath. Mason reached down with his hand and grasped his cock just beneath the head and began to stroke slowly at first. As his breath became more erratic his movements sped up. Chelsea couldn’t take her eyes off it. She loved watching him having pleasure even if it was at his own hands.
“I’m going to cum soon Chels” Mason said in just above a whisper.
He had his eyes shut tight. Chelsea reached out and put her hand over the head of his cock, she wanted to feel him cum as he had felt her. Mason groaned and arched his hips. She ran her palm across the top as his groans became throatier and more regular.
“Here it comes” he groaned as he lifted his hips and slowed his movements.
