Sacrifice For Love

by Vicki Green

  It was a long day and so was the next. Tonight I’m meeting Taren and of course the day went slower than hell. After work, I raced over to the store and bought everything I need for tonight. Definitely gonna have to take my truck. No way will it all go on my bike. I decide after my shower to go over there early and get everything set up. Fuck, I can’t wait to see her and hold her in my arms.

  Once I’ve loaded my truck, I drive the familiar streets to our special place. I look up to my left as I drive on the dirt road, knowing I can’t see her house from here as it stands high on a hill, the high trees masking it anyway from my vision. Dusk is fading fast, as I drive. The trees are thick around this area and as far as I know, only Taren and I know the way to the field and our shack. I pull off the road, driving deep into the woods until I get to a small area on the left. It’s the only place where a vehicle can park. I grab all the bags, thinking how smart I was to get the big shopping bags with the handles since I also have the cooler to carry too. I stumble across the giant slippery rocks in the creek, thanking God the water isn’t high since it hasn’t rained much lately and once I get to the other side, I begin the trek to the field.

  Taren and I discovered this area one day when we were hanging out and decided to go exploring. I think we were about fifteen. I remember her smile and her giggles as I chased her through the woods, then lost her at one point, and I thought I’d go mad trying to find her. I was running so fast and stopped dead in my tracks when I cleared the trees and ran smack dab into a large overgrown field. My head snapped to the left when I heard her giggle, and I quietly crept towards the sounds of her voice. I had to be careful because the ground made so much noise with the snapping of twigs and the rustle of tall blades of grass. My smile grew when I spotted her purple top. She was looking the other way, her hand covering her mouth. I bend down low as I get closer until I’m right behind her and grab her around the waist. She shrieks and then laughs as I lift her into the air. I turn her in my arms, our breathing heavy, and her mouth changing from a smile to one of awe as her body slides down mine. I think right then is when I knew I loved her. It was like slow motion, like in a movie, when our mouths started getting closer and closer until I couldn’t take it anymore and pressed mine against hers, hard. I never did have a lot of patience. Her arms moved around my neck. Her fingers twisted in my hair as my hand moved up her back until it wrapped around the back of her neck. She moaned, and I swear my cock stood straight up against my jeans, pressing against her. Sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. She pulled away and smiled, but I wanted more. So much more, the horny teenager that I was. But I only wanted one girl, one sweet, beautiful girl who I wasn’t allowed to have.

  We spent almost every day or night there, as often as we could. I had this brilliant idea to build a cabin, which turned into a small shack, beyond the field. I got wood scraps from Pop’s construction sites when he said I could have them. I dodged his and Kane’s questions about what I was building and after a while they gave up asking. I thought it was “cute” when Taren wanted to help, and she did, some. She handed me what I needed when I asked, and I let her help decorate inside, and she also helped me paint the outside and inside walls. It took us several months to get it done, but once it was, it was ours. Our secret place.

  It was small and intimate but enough room for us to move around, and it was hidden by the tall grass of the field and the tall trees that surrounded it. By the time we were eighteen, I had made it even better. Working in the kitchen at the bar afforded me to buy a double cot, blankets and pillows, a small table with two chairs, and later I even bought a futon that we used as a couch. I got most things from Goodwill, and they were in great condition. We made one small window, putting the small table and chairs underneath, and we had kerosene lamps. I also brought a cooler filled with drinks, eats and ice when we’d go there. I built a small table and bought a used small TV and a DVD player. Of course, there was no running water and no electricity or plumbing. I bought a small generator for those and a small place out back to use as a bathroom. Wasn’t like what we were used to, but at least it gave privacy, and we didn’t have to go out in the woods. I’d also found an old tub at the dump yard. That wasn’t fun to get all the way out here but worth it in the end. Takes a bit to boil enough water for a bath, but we didn’t use it often.

  I’m shaken from my thoughts as I see the shack coming into view and push away the tall blades of grass. My muscles hurt from working all day and then hefting everything here but so worth it. I set everything down that’s in my right hand, so I can open the door and pry it open with a piece of wood to let some fresh air in the stuffy confinements. I walk in and grab the box of matches from the counter, lighting one then open the small door to one of the lamps. A soft glow emanates then I turn it up lighting up the small room. I knew it would be dusty and dirty, so I brought some cleaning supplies as well. I walk straight over to the small window and lift the pane. A cross breeze blows from it to the door and back again giving some relief. When I turn, I see the light flickering and move the lamp out of the breeze. I then light the other one, setting it on the other side of the room and retrieve the bags I left outside. I smile as I spot the old battery operated radio, walk over and turn it on, the sounds of music filling up the quiet area nicely as I begin to get busy cleaning.

  When I’m done, I look around feeling pretty pleased with myself at the way everything looks. Fresh flowers set in a vase in the middle of the table on a new tablecloth, giving it a nice feel. Assorted goodies on a plate next to the flowers, music playing, beers chilling in a bucket on the small table next to the futon, candles and kerosene lamps lit causing a soft glow around the room. I check my watch. She should be here any minute. I hope she doesn’t get caught or have any trouble on the way here. Maybe I should…. I hear a soft gasp and turn quickly. There she is. Her hands are covering her mouth and her beautiful blue eyes wide, sparkling in the dim light. She’s stunning and takes my breath away. Always.

  “When? How? This is beautiful, Brock.” She doesn’t hesitate to run to me, throwing her arms around my neck. Her mouth is on mine as my arms wrap around her tightly. I missed this. Missed her. She’s everything. I push her back, needing to look at her. It’s been too long.

  “God, you look amazing. Did you have any problems getting here?” I ask, a bit breathless from our kiss. She smiles and shakes her head and then my mouth finds hers again. I can’t help it. I love her.

  After some long overdue kissing, we sit at the table, and I get us two beers. “The flowers are gorgeous, Brock. I have to tell you, this place never looked better. You cleaned!” She looks around the room, and I chuckle as I set the beers down and sit across from her. My eyebrows lower as I see her smile turn into a frown as she looks down at her beer, her hands around the bottle. “I didn’t think I’d ever get outta there.” She looks up, and I see the glimmer of wetness in her eyes. “After…. After the accident, it’s like I was held prisoner. Dad took my phone, my computer. I thought I would go crazy and almost did so many times.”

  “What changed, Taren? Why the change of heart? I know your dad and something had to give. He hates my family and me. Always has but its deeper now.” I reach across and take her hand. “I’m so sorry about Bast. You know it was an accident, right? It was horrible what happened but no one caused it, Taren. I swear!” She squeezes my hand, and I watch a lone tear fall down her sweet face. We never got to talk after it happened. I never got to tell her how sorry I was, how he was my friend too.

  “I know, Brock. He’s always had it out for you and your family. This just made it worse. I know it wasn’t the site’s fault. I tried to talk to him, tell him but he wouldn’t listen. And Mom, well, she just does what he says. She’s no help.” She stops and looks up at the ceiling. “God! I wish I knew what to do.” Her eyes move back to mine, and she sighs. “I’ll be twenty one next month. Maybe I can figure out a way to move out, get a place of my own then he can’t stop me from being with you, doing what I want but….�
� She looks down, her hand leaving mine, and then she places both hands in her lap. Something’s up, something’s not right. I can feel it.

  “What, Taren. What are you afraid to tell me? You know I’ll stand by you no matter what and I’ll do anything I can. You can always move in with me. I know Ma and Pop would help you too. You know they love you. And Kane! He’d help as well as Irish. You have tons of people who love you and would be willing to help. Just tell me what to do,” I plead.

  She stands and walks across the room, her arms hugging her waist, and I know whatever this is can’t be good, but I’ll do whatever I can to help her. I hear her take a deep breath and turn around, her hands resting behind her on the counter I built so long ago. “You know Pop doesn’t like us being together either, well not as bad as my parents, but still.” She chews on the inside of her cheek. “I’m supposed to marry Jeffrey Stratton,” bursts from her mouth. I stiffen, my hands clenching into fists. “I’ve told Jeffrey there’s no way I would marry him but we made a deal, for appearances only. We pretended we’re going to marry so Dad will let me leave the house once again. Maybe I can even get him to give me the money he’s been promising for my twenty first birthday early, like for a wedding gift. Then I can leave. Be free of him.” I look down, blinking rapidly as my anger boils, then look up as she kneels down between my legs, her hands covering my tight fists. “I had to, Brock. It was the only way I could see you again. Don’t you understand? Until I can move out, get away from him, there’s no way I can ever be with you.” Tears fall as her eyes plead at me, searching for me to understand. But how can I? Jeffrey Stratton and his family remind me once again that I’m from the poor side of town. That I’m not good enough in her family’s eyes and would never be. “Please, say something. Tell me this will work, that we can be together. Help me find a way for us to be together always. Tell me you still want me.” Her chin quivers and my heart breaks at her sadness.

  My fists unclench and I grab her waist, lifting her onto my lap as my mouth latches onto hers. My tongue wastes no time diving in, tasting her sweetness as my hand fists her long hair. I feel like I can’t get close enough, never enough. I feel the warmth of her fingers in my hair, and that just makes me press against her mouth harder. The need to breathe causes me to pull away, but I rest my forehead against hers. “God, Taren. I’ll always want you. I never want to let you go.”

  Her breathing comes out in pants as her eyes look into mine. “Then take me, Brock. Please. Please, take me. Make me yours forever. Show me how much you love me.” I swallow, adrenaline rushing through me, overwhelming me, the ache of wanting to be inside her so badly, and touching every inch of her soft, velvety skin.

  “Fuck, Taren. Are you sure? You know I’ll wait, as long as you….”

  Her hand moves up and cups my face, her thumb rubbing against my jaw and the look on her face telling me she’s more than ready. “I’ve never wanted anything more. Please?”

  Chapter Three

  Taren

  He lifts me with ease, carrying me the few steps over to the cot and carefully lays me down. His mouth finds mine again as he pulls up on the hem of my silky shirt, his calloused fingers feeling rough on my skin, sending chills through my body. God, I love it. I love him. I raise up as he lifts it off my head and stare into his eyes. He reaches behind me, and I feel my breasts spring free when he unclasps my bra. Slowly, he slides each strap over my shoulders and then down my arms, all the while our eyes never leaving contact. Then for a moment he looks down at my breasts. I should feel shy, even though he’s seen them before, but something about the intenseness of the moment, everything that’s happened making me bold and carefree. I smile as I lift up his shirt, watching the plains of his flat stomach appear, the tightness of his abs and his broad chest. He helps to remove it, grasping it from his back and pulling it over his head. His skin has a bronze glow, kissed from the sun, and soft to my touch. His peck twitches as I trace around his nipple with my finger. I’ve always thought he was good looking growing up, gorgeous and sexy, my heart skipping a beat every time I saw him. But now? He’s beyond that. He’s so much more.

  He pushes me down, gently, until my head is laying on the pillow. My eyes close halfway in anxiousness as his fingers trace my skin down to my stomach and then under the waistband of my shorts. Wetness has already begun to pool in the area I long for him to be, aching for him. His eyes stay on mine as he starts pulling down my yoga pants, taking my panties with them, until he has to move back a bit in order to remove them completely. He stands on the floor at the foot of the cot and scans my body. My heart beats wildly in anticipation as he unbuttons his jeans. I watch his muscles flex as he bends, pushing them down and steps out of them. When he stands back up, my eyes zone right onto his very hard cock, standing thick and erect. I swallow hard. I’ve felt it through his jeans before, but I had no idea just how large it was. Until now.

  He crawls onto the cot, his eyes full of desire, and I’m eager for his hunger as I feel the same. He settles in between my legs. His mouth claims mine. My hands quickly move around his neck, and my fingers run through his soft hair that I love so much. He stops. Fear and anxiety fills me that maybe he’s having second thoughts. “This is gonna hurt a little, baby. I’ll try to be careful.” I can feel him press against me, and my legs spread wider. I can’t feel any pain as he moves inside, only pleasure until he pushes further, and it’s like there’s something stopping him from going deeper. I search his eyes and then he thrusts hard and swift. I close my eyes tight as some pain hits me. It’s not horrible but that pleasure I had felt is gone. “Are you okay?” I wish I could answer, but I’m holding my breath. “Try to relax, Taren. Breathe.” I open my eyes, a tear sliding down into my hair, and I take a shallow breath. His hand cups the side of my face, his thumb moving over my cheek, and he smiles. “That’s my girl. Any better?” I nod slightly and take a deep breath. The pain has subsided and now all I feel is him.

  He begins moving slowly, deeper until I am full of him. It feels incredible, indescribable. He feels amazing. I’ve thought about this day, dreamt about it, as I’m sure most girls do, but I never thought it would literally take my breath away. A rhythm starts and suddenly my hips are meeting each movement. This is the best feeling I’ve ever had, so sensual, and as I look down at where we’re joined, heat begins to rise inside me, fluttering up my body. So much love being shared, so tender, gentle and caring. His body starts to shudder, and the look on his face is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life. I never thought he could look more gorgeous, but he does. His brows are lowered. His forehead creased as if pleasure is overtaking him. His lips part and the muscles in his arms tense as he holds himself above me. I can feel something enter me, a little at first and then more. He cries out my name and then collapses half on me, half on the cot. His breathing is heavy, and my heart beats so fast I feel as if it’s lodge at the base of my throat.

  His head turns to me, and he smiles, but then it turns quickly into a frown. “You didn’t have an orgasm.” I chuckle, then giggle and laugh. The puzzling look on his face is priceless as I turn on my side, facing him. His cock pulls out of me, and then he turns on his side too. His arm is stretched across my hip, his chest close to mine and our faces are but a breath away. “Well, I wanted you to cum with me. Was it not good? Did I hurt you?” Now his face is sad, and it breaks my heart. I don’t want anything but happiness from what we just shared, not sadness.

  I brush my finger over the creases on his forehead and smile. “Oh, my darling. I’ve read it’s uncommon for a woman to have an orgasm on her first time. It was amazing. You’re amazing. It was something we shared that I will never ever forget. I love you so much.”

  He leans into me, kissing me sweetly and then moves back, looking into my eyes with such love. “Fuck! I didn’t even ask if you were protected. I’m so stupid, I….”

  I place two fingers over his lips and he kisses them. “I’ve been on the pill for my irregular cycle for a few year
s. It’s okay. Don’t worry and you’re not stupid.”

  The corner of his mouth turns up into a grin as he lifts and moves over me. I turn onto my back and my arms move around him as he presses his mouth against mine. “Well, good then. In that case, I’m ready to have more of you. And we’ll just have to keep trying until you have an orgasm.” A giggle escapes me, but when he plunges into me, my head tilts back and a moan leaves me from deep within. “God, Taren. I can’t get enough of you. I’ll never have enough. You feel so good. Fuck!” My hips are moving in his fast rhythm, and then he touches me where no one has ever touched me before. When he rubs my swollen clit, my hips buck wildly. “I want you to cum this time, baby. I want you to feel what I feel when I’m inside you, when I fall into ecstasy.”

  My head lowers, and I look into his eyes. I look lower until I see his finger rubbing and circling. My breathing accelerates as I watch his cock pull out almost fully and then thrust back inside me. So hot! I begin to feel a foreign sensation brewing in my stomach. The tingles I felt before move through me, but they’re more extreme, and then that heat begins again. He starts to move faster, and I try to keep up as best as I can. I hear panting above the low music and realize it’s us. As his finger increases its speed and presses down, the flame of the heat intensifies and starts moving all the way up my body quickly. A sudden rush of what I can only describe as adrenaline hits me hard and I cry out. “Brock!” My eyes feel out of focus as the sensations flowing through me are so incredible, strong and overpowering. I feel high, weightless, like I’m almost floating, but yet I can feel the heaviness of his body on mine. It’s so weird, strange and amazing all at the same time. This time when he leaves me, I actually whimper from the loss. I feel a pulsing, where he was, and I’m tender but God, it feels heavenly.