by Imani King
"Tasha..." he said, thick-voiced and reaching down to adjust himself in his pants.
The bra came next. I slipped it off and dropped it on top of the crumpled t-shirt. Every inch of my skin was aching for Kaden, so sensitive and ready for him. I stood over him, one foot on either side of his hips and then I sat down, sighing as he sank his fingers into my hips and pulled me down firmly against him.
"You look so good, Tasha," he told me, drinking me in with his eyes, sliding his hands up the sides of my body and pulling me down for another kiss.
I could feel him against me, between my legs. A few thin layers of cotton were all that separated us and there was no mistaking Kaden's excitement as he pushed his hips up off the ground. I could feel that my panties were slick - not just a little, but soaking wet. Every time I rolled my hips down I felt it, the wet fabric slipping against me.
"Kaden," I whispered, burying my hands in his short hair and he pushed himself up on his elbows and closed his mouth around one of my nipples. "Oh my God."
There was an urgency inside me that I couldn't resist, a feeling of hurrying, of rushing, and no matter how hard the rational part of my brain tried to get me to slow down, there was no stopping what was going on between us. Kaden's big, rough hands cupped my breasts, one finger trailing little circles around my nipples until my mouth was hanging open and my breath was coming in short, quick gasps. I rocked my hips down against him harder and faster until he stopped me, forcing me to slow down.
"What?" I asked, wondering if I'd done something wrong.
"You're going to make me come if you keep that up," he replied, panting. "Just slow down a little."
So I slowed down - as much as I could, anyway. It was then that Kaden suddenly looked down towards his belly and then up at me, eyebrows raised.
"Are you? Holy shit, Tasha. Oh fuck. Are you wet all the way through your pants?"
I pushed myself up and went to reach between my legs but Kaden grabbed my wrist and looked me in the eyes.
"Wait," he said. "Wait. Tasha. I want to do it."
I watched his hand, closing my eyes and biting my bottom lip hard when I felt it, two fingers, sliding down against me, through my leggings.
"Tasha." Kaden said, looking up at me. "You're - oh my God - you're soaking. Oh my God."
"Kaden," I breathed, suddenly feeling the urgency inside me rising even further. "Kaden?"
"What, Tasha? I-"
"Put your hand in my panties," I said, breathless with need even as I barely recognized it was my own voice speaking. "Please, Kaden. I want you to feel what you're doing to me."
He didn't need to be asked twice. I watched his face for as long as I could, his eyes closing as he slid his fingers down into my panties. The feeling when he got to my clit was like floodgates opening. One second of that, once second of Kaden's touch, right there, and any little doubts or worries disappeared instantly, as if they'd never been there. I leaned my head back and my body arched of its own accord as I cried out and then suddenly everything was moving much, much faster. Kaden flipped me over onto my back and pushed his body between my legs, grinding himself down against me.
"Tasha..." he said, and I knew it was a question.
"Yes," I whispered, pulling him down to my face so I could kiss his mouth. "Yes, Kaden. I want to. Right now, please. I want to."
I lifted my hips up off the blanket so he could pull my leggings - and my panties - off. And then I was completely naked, vulnerable like I've never been before but not afraid, not self-conscious. Kaden looked at me, his eyes moving down my body, down to my slick, aching sex.
"Fuck," he said, yanking open the zipper on his pants. "Fuck, Tasha."
When he pulled himself out it was instantly clear that Lena and Maisie were right. He was big. So big I actually gasped, torn between needing him - between needing that - and wondering how it was going to fit.
"Kaden," I whispered, hearing the note of awe in my tone.
"What?" He was fumbling in his jean's pocket, the jeans he hadn't even pulled down past his thighs.
"It's so - Kaden, it's so... big."
He actually paused when I said that, breaking into a smile as he looked down at me, condom in one hand, shaking his head.
"What?" I said. "Did I say something wrong? I just don't see how-"
"No," Kaden replied, leaning down to kiss me slowly. "No, Tasha. You didn't say anything wrong, you crazy girl. No man wants to hear anything except what you just said."
I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, pulling his body down on top of mine and then whimpering at the feeling of his cock against my belly.
"Is that what you want?" He asked, flicking his tongue between my lips.
I looked up into his blue eyes. "Yeah...Kaden. Please - just please go slowly."
"Don't worry, Tasha," he said, sitting up so he could put on the condom. "I'll be careful with you."
And then he was there - right there. "Are you OK?" He murmured, kissing my ear. "Is this OK, baby?"
It was going to hurt. That much I knew. My body was tense, too, anticipating pain. But there was no ambiguity in me - I wanted him. My legs opened up a little more and I tilted my hips up, towards him. All of those worries about not knowing what to do and it seemed that, somehow, my body just knew.
When Kaden pushed himself into me my breath caught in my throat and I cried out. There was a searing pain that, sharp as it was, didn't make me want to stop. I looked up at his face and saw that he was holding back, struggling to stay in control. He went slowly, until he was all the way inside me.
"Mmm," he moaned, pushing his tongue into my mouth again. "Tasha, ohhh..."
Pain or no, the feeling was something wholly new. It was an invasion - psychological as well as physical. It was being taken over. And lying there underneath Kaden's strong, muscled body I found that I wanted to be invaded, I wanted to be taken. His pleasure was intoxicating and all I wanted to do was give him more of it.
When he started to thrust we just looked into each other's eyes - paying the kind of attention that can only be paid when your body is locked together with someone else's. His eyes were so blue, so totally glazed with lust and the concentration it was taking to go slow. Seeing that look sent a jolt of electricity through my sex.
"Kaden," I said, kissing his shoulder as he buried his face in my neck. "It's OK. I want this - I want you to go- oh!"
His reply was to sink himself into me even harder and deeper, deep enough to cut the words off in my mouth. The pain wasn't gone, although it had turned into more of a diffuse kind of ache, but that feeling of being full, it did something.
"What?" Kaden asked me. "Did you like that?"
And then he did it again, one of those hard thrusts, holding himself there, all the way in. At first, I thought it felt strange, like a tickle or maybe an itch - I couldn't tell. But then my body began to recognize it for what it was - pleasure.
"Kaden, oh- oh my God..." I breathed, closing my eyes and pushing my hips up to meet his.
"Is it that?" He asked me, thrusting down, hard, again. "Does that feel good, Tasha?"
I could barely even speak. It did feel good - and although I didn't realize it at the time, I hadn't been expecting that. And every time he did it, it felt a little better, every thrust made me want the next one a little more.
"Yes," I squeaked, wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me.
Kaden hadn't even taken the time to take the rest of his clothes off. I grabbed the bottom of his t-shirt and pulled it off over his head, increasingly desperate to feel his skin against my skin, and then sighed at the feeling of his bare chest against me. Nothing had ever felt so right or so perfect as being underneath Kaden that afternoon, opening my body for him, taking him. And as we moved our bodies together something started to happen. Something I hadn't expected at all. I dug my fingers into his shoulders as it came over me, the first little whispers of oblivion. I think he knew what it was before I did.
"Tash
a," he panted, "are you going to come? You sound like-"
"Don't stop," I said, clutching him to me even harder. "Don't stop - oh my God, Kaden, please..."
He sped up. He sped up and I felt my mind starting to slip away a little more with every sweet motion of his hips.
"Kaden!" I cried out, suddenly desperate, clawing at his back. "Kaden, please!"
My body arched up off the blanket as a huge, rolling wave of pleasure wiped out every thought in my mind. There was no thought, only feeling, only bursts of sweetness deep inside me, in the exact place where he was. My body shook with it and I only managed to open my eyes in time to watch Kaden's face contort into a grimace as he went rigid and jerked his hips down.
He pushed his mouth against my neck in a futile attempt to muffle himself and bellowed my name. And God, there was so much physical power there when he came - enough to make it clear just how careful he really had been - how much he'd held back. He stayed inside me, emptying himself completely and breathing his ragged breaths into my mouth.
When some semblance of consciousness had returned I looked up at him. His cheeks were flushed red and his blonde hair was sticking to his sweaty forehead. I didn't say it, because as I said, I'd started to come back down to earth by then, but he was the sweetest thing I ever saw like that, all out of breath and so, so masculine.
Kaden pulled himself out of me very carefully. There was still a twinge, a bitten lip from me.
"I'm sorry," he said, lying down next to me on his side. "Is it - does it hurt? I tried to-"
I rolled over so I was facing him and kissed his damp forehead. "I know, Kaden. Yes, it hurts a little. Not too much. I just - that was-"
I couldn't find the words. It was alright, I didn't need to. I could see from the look on his face that Kaden knew what I meant. We lay there next to each other, both of us catching our breath and, I think, both of us trying to let what had just happened sink in. I pulled my t-shirt and my leggings back on, suddenly aware of the fact that we were in public - the middle of nowhere, yeah, but still technically in public.
"No panties?" Kaden asked, picking them up. "Can I keep them as a trophy?"
"They're soaking," I replied. "And cold. Brrr. I'm not putting those on."
"God, they are soaking. Damn, Tasha. Goddamn. Did I do that?"
"Yes," I said, very quietly, smiling at him. "You did."
There was something I wanted to ask him, too. Something I wasn't sure about, but was too curious to let go. When he stood up to pull his pants back up I decided it was now or never.
"Kaden?"
"Yeah?" He replied.
"Is it - uh, is it always, you know - like that?"
He lay back down and put one arm behind his head on the blanket, chuckling. "No. No, Tasha, it is not always like that."
"Oh. Is it better? Or worse?"
Kaden rolled over and kissed my neck, biting my earlobe gently. "It's usually worse. I mean, everyone likes getting laid, right? But it's not - yeah, it's not usually like that."
"Good," I said, smiling at how oddly proud that comment made me.
Chapter 11: Kaden
I dropped Tasha off at her house for a few hours before picking her up again to go to Reinhardt High's prom. It was still daylight when we arrived, and a lot of people were milling around outside taking pictures. Before we got out of the Suburban I reached into my jacket pocket and pulled out the flask of whiskey I'd hidden there.
"Want some?" I asked Tasha. She was wearing a white strapless dress and that made her dark skin glow and she looked good enough to eat. Good enough to skip the whole fucking prom, in fact. She raised her eyebrows at me.
"Kaden! I hope you haven't had any of that yet."
"Nah," I said, truthfully. "But it's prom, isn't it? Come on, just have a sip. I'd be surprised if anyone here was sober tonight. Even the teachers."
I watched her as she raised the flask to her lips - those full, pink, perfectly-glossed lips - and took a small sip.
"Ugh! Kaden, how can you drink that stuff?" She spluttered, wiping her mouth and scrunching her eyes closed. She was so adorable. It was all I could do not to pull her onto my lap and bury my face in her cleavage.
"Well, I'm not drinking it for the taste," I laughed.
We walked in together and I noticed Kelsey Richards and a few of the cheerleaders loitering by the front door, eyeballing me.
"Hello, ladies!" I called, waving. Most of them waved back but Kelsey and a couple of others just gave me bitchface. I probably didn't even have the right to be angry so I just shrugged it off. It didn't matter anyway - I was at my high school prom with Tasha Greeley, the girl I'd crushed on from afar since we were little kids. And I was at prom with her after taking her virginity mere hours beforehand. I felt like the goddamned king of the world.
There were more photos to take inside. We'd agreed to spend some time with our own friends during the evening - there was no hostility there but we had different social circles. And something told me Tasha and her friends didn't want to hang out with a bunch of half-drunk football jock idiots anyway.
It took me longer to get finished with the pictures because more and more people kept asking me to pose with them. I gave Tasha a little 'are-you-OK-with-this?' look when something like the tenth person asked and she just threw me a smile and a shrug, nodding. God, she was perfect.
I put an arm around the girl who'd just asked for a photo. "Just in case you get famous!" She giggled, smiling at her friend who was holding up her phone. When everyone seemed to be satisfied I jogged back up to Tasha, who had a big grin on her face.
"What are you smiling at?" I asked, bending down to kiss her cheek. It was difficult for me not to just push her up against the wall and keep kissing her but that probably would have gotten us kicked out pretty quick.
"You," she said. "You're famous!"
"Nah, they're just hoping I get drafted so they can sell those photos on eBay or something."
"Maybe the guys," Tasha teased me. "I think the girls are all in love with you."
I don't know why that comment - which she obviously meant to be affectionate - bothered me so much but it did. It was probably just self-consciousness at how happy I'd been to have sex with anything that moved for the past two years or so, until I got with Tasha. I did a quick check to see if any of the teachers were nearby and, when I didn't see any, pulled out the flask and took another swig.
"You better slow down there, cowboy," Tasha giggled. "Or you're not going to be able to put one foot in front of the other."
We made our way into the gymnasium. That Black Eyed Peas song about having a good night was playing and the prom committee had hung balloons and streamers and little LCD-light 'stars' from the ceiling.
"Cheesy," I commented.
"It's supposed to be cheesy," Tasha responded, looking up at me. "I actually feel a little emotional. That's weird, I didn't think I would."
"Really?" I asked. "You feel emotional about Reinhardt High? I don't know, Tasha, I think most of us are counting down the hours until we get the hell out of this place."
We sat down on a bench and she gave me a little shrug. "Yeah, I know. But this is a big deal, Kaden. This is our high school prom. It only happens once - and you know what it means, don't you?"
"There's gonna be a lot of puke all over the parking lot tomorrow?"
Tasha gave me a playful punch on the arm. "No, idiot. It means adulthood is imminent. Literally weeks away. That's kind of heavy, no?"
I bit back another joshing response - she was being serious - and gave it some thought. "Yeah, you're right. I mean, maybe it's going to be a shock for some more than others, you know? You've already had a job for, what, two years? You've already got more responsibility on your shoulders than most thirty-year-olds, Tasha."
She was going to respond when the first notes of 'Don't Want To Miss A Thing' by Aerosmith came floating out of the big speakers that had been set up near the stage. Instead, she just grabbed me. "Kaden! We ha
ve to dance to this!"
The gym floor was immediately flooded with couples - I took Tasha by the hand and led her into the fray, holding back more commentary on the cheese-factor of the whole thing. Aerosmith? Really? I wouldn't have gotten anywhere near that dance floor if it wasn't for Tasha - but somehow she made it OK. She looked up at me as we danced and her smile was so pure and genuine I actually felt my too-cool cynicism start to waver. I bent down so I could whisper in her ear:
"Damn, I think you're making me soft."
"Why's that?" She asked, speaking up so I could hear her over the music.
"I was just thinking that maybe you're right. I mean, even if this is cheesy, it's still prom, right? It's still something we're going to remember the rest of our lives, right?"
"Yes!" She laughed. "Yes, Kaden! Just go with it. You don't always have to be Mr. Cool Quarterback, you know."
"Alright. But don't tell anyone, OK?"
"OK."
She tilted her face up to me, then, and I kissed her, slipping my tongue into her mouth - and my hand down onto her ass - without thinking.
"BARLOW!"
Fuck! I jerked away from Tasha, expecting to see Mr. Ward or one of the teachers but it was just Jake Roberts - one of my teammates. He was with Aaron Sokolsky and a few of the other guys.
"You dick!" I yelled, before turning back to Tasha.
"Barlow! You pussy-whipped bitch! We just need you for a few minutes, man!"
I actually didn't even want to go with the guys - not right then, anyway. I knew they were just ragging on me but the term 'pussy-whipped bitch' got under my skin a little. The song was ending, though, and Tasha was waving across the gym at a group of her own friends who had just arrived.
"Go," she said. "Go hang out with the jocks. Meet you back here - whenever? An hour?"
"Cool. Yeah. Ok, Tasha. Be good."
I bent down to kiss her one more time. If only I'd stayed where I was. If only I hadn't joined Aaron and Jake and all the other football players in the empty classroom they'd managed to sequester and immediately started downing shots of vodka.
