by Ted Evans
“Where are they?”
I pointed to the vacant space that they had both been sitting in. Both Dwayne and Chanel had disappeared and I didn’t even hear them leaving.
He raised an eyebrow, “Where do you think?”
Stupid question. I knew that the two of them had wanted to be alone from the word go. They didn’t want to play a game; they just wanted to get it on.
“Well I hope that they’re being careful,” I said, again sounding like my mom and wishing for once that I would stop.
“Your heart’s racing so fast, I can feel it pumping against my chest.”
“That’s not the only thing that you’re feeling pressed against your chest.”
My voice was weak and I knew that all he had to do was put a hand on me and I would be his. Just like I had wanted to be that week when he kissed me and left me on my front porch.
“We could pick up where we left off the last time I kissed you. The last time we were in this position.”
As his lips pressed against mine, I broke away for a second and wrapped my arms around him and said, “Yes please.”
Chapter Four
I was a virgin and we were in the woods. I couldn’t believe that I had openly invited him to take me right then and there. I had envisaged, like most girls did, that it would be at the Prom or on a date night that a couple would seal their love for each other.
Then again, there was no love between Liam and me. Only lust. It had to be that.
“Touch me,” he blurted. God, it must have been written on my face. From the moment he took off his shirt, that’s all I had wanted to do. Touch him. Does that make me some kind of freak?
I didn’t care as I started to drag my fingers through every groove and channel of his torso. It was as if there wasn’t any meat on him, only muscle. His abs, they were so damn big.
There was something that was so damn potent, yet dangerous, about it. As if he could take me at any moment and I didn’t have the strength to fight him off. But I could tell by the fact that he wanted me to feel him, that he wanted me to do it of my own free will.
I loved the way that his body tensed up as I touched him. I decided to feel the back of him and then I pressed my chest against him and released the button on his pants. They dropped to his feet and I heard him laugh.
I had an open ticket and I planned on using it. I pressed my breasts against his back and cupped his ass.
Damn!
Even that was tight too. The guy was perfectly proportioned and I felt inadequate as I touched him.
“Do you like what you feel?”
I was lost in my thoughts for a moment as I closed my eyes and thought about the guy’s body that I was touching. The one that I’d avoided for so long.
I wanted to see his cock.
Taste it, the same way that Felicity had done. I wanted to know if all the rumors were true. I bent down and pulled down his boxers.
“I want to taste you.”
All I had to do was walk in front of him and see his masculinity and then I would know if she was lying all not. I’d had dreams about this moment and had thought that would be all they would ever be.
Fantasies.
“You don’t have to do it.”
As I stood in front of him with one hand on his cock, I whispered, “But I want to.”
I started to stroke him and I soon realized that my hand couldn’t even wrap around his length. She wasn’t exaggerating, it was big. Much bigger than I’d expected it to be; it should have scared me, but it enticed me even more.
He started to grow the more I stroked him as he started to pump his hips. He lifted his feet one by one until he was completely naked in the woods.
I wanted him so badly, that I couldn’t hold it in any longer as his cock grew to what I expected was its full length.
He caught my wrist and said, “I want you so badly.”
Then he bent down until we were the same level. He laid me gently on the mat that we’d been sitting on. Making sure that I was comfortable.
I just had on my panties, he stroked the side of my legs, “Are you sure that you want to do this?”
I nodded; I couldn’t even breathe, let alone speak. I’d wanted this for so long and I wasn’t playing a game anymore. This was really happening and he was going to take me. The dark-haired, green eyed boy that I’d loved to hate all throughout high school was in between my legs.
With my panties out of the way, he hovered over my body. Then Liam locked his lips over mine and I didn’t worry about feeling his cock in between my legs. I knew that soon it’d release me from the cage that I’d been sitting in for so long.
He lit a fire on my skin as his mouth started to plunder mine even more. He was growling and making animal noises. But there was one thing Liam didn’t know, or maybe he could tell and that was why he was taking complete control.
Apart from that day, I’d never kissed a guy.
Not properly.
My dates with Pete had consisted of pecks on the cheek. Even the one time I had tried to kiss him on his lips, I’d thought that he was going to come and he told me that we shouldn’t rush things. Besides we had only officially been on one date.
With the promise of his cock brushing against my pussy. Liam growled, “I’m going to be gentle. Ease in slightly, okay?”
I nodded, thinking that this was exactly what I needed: one step at a time. He lifted himself away from me. I should have asked what he was doing or if he’d changed his mind. But as I saw him reaching for his pants and taking out the condom, I felt foolish, knowing that he was more worried about safe sex than I was.
Then, as he ripped the packet with his teeth and put the condom on his cock, I continued to watch him breathlessly, as if he was a master at work. That was when he moved back down on to me and I closed my eyes.
“Adele, I’m going to be gentle, okay?”
I nodded and this time he kissed me gently, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. No longer was I scared as I felt him pushing into my entrance. I started to pump my hips against his as he started to pump faster into me, grinding my clit against him. I didn’t think too much about the pain as it started to pass and all I could do was think about him being on top of me.
I rode him faster now, pumping my hips back and forth rather than up and down, grinding my clit against him. His kiss was more passionate as our bodies made sweet harmony together.
I couldn’t hear anything apart from his groans and my moans as our bodies knotted together as if we were a single entity. I lifted my legs and wrapped them around his body wanting to make him go even deeper.
Neither of us spoke as we held on to each other. I clawed his back, thinking of the sensation that was enveloping me right now. It was like nothing that I’d ever known; this was completely different to when I’d spent nights thinking about Liam touching me. And just like that we were both looking at each other; the moment was so intense.
The man that used to make me feel so small was making me feel on top of the world as we connected in ways that I’d never thought were possible. I could feel things changing between us as I adjusted to his size. It was as if his cock just grew bigger inside of me and he started to move his body faster as his body crushed against mine.
His cock began to rub against my G-spot and I couldn’t hold back my orgasm which was dying to tear through every one of my limbs.
Liam’s breathing changed and so did his kisses as I heard his growl become lower. I knew that was the sound of him coming as it emanated from his throat. His hips were moving so fast and as the thrusts became wilder. I found my fingers digging into his back. I expected him to tell me to stop, but instead it gave him the encouragement to go faster.
He panted, “I’m coming!”
“Yes!”
He was doing all the work, but yet I was exhausted as my legs wrapped on top of him loosened as my pussy clenched his cock and then released it. The heat was too much and I didn’t think I could move another i
nch. My orgasm was so intense; something that had never happened to me in the privacy of my own room. It felt as if it tore my body apart like a tidal wave as my legs were straight and then flopped onto the ground. I couldn’t even speak. I was lifeless; all I could feel were the little beads of sweat that dripped from Liam as he lifted himself up.
He came back down and kissed me. It felt like the promise of something new. Something that I never knew I wanted until now.
I needed to get out of town. I didn’t want to repeat my mom’s mistakes by not leaving. But yet, in a single kiss so magical, Liam had made me think twice about it.
I shook my head thinking that I’d just lost my virginity, the virginity that Liam was so eager to take.
“Are you okay?”
I nodded my head, thinking that this was the start of something magical. He stroked my hair and his stare made it known that I’d moved him just as much as he’d moved me. He’d done more than just popped my cherry; he had struck a chord in my heart.
Chapter Five
We were dressed and Liam was holding me in his arms. I felt safe and warm as we sat on the mat. I knew that something had changed within me after we put on our clothes. He didn’t feel like the boy that I wanted to avoid anymore. The opposite; he felt like the boy that I couldn’t see myself without.
“Liam, are things going to be different now?”
“Do you want them to be?”
I hated when someone answered a question with a question.
He laughed and then kissed me on the cheek, “I was kidding; sure they’ll be different.”
I was just about to say something when both Dwayne and Chanel came out of wherever they’d disappeared to and it was clear—as Chanel’s skirt seemed to be a thing of the past—that they’d been up to exactly the same thing we had been.
I laughed as I saw Chanel trying to get the leaves out of her hair. I stood up and decided that I would help her, “Have fun did we?”
She hugged me and said, “More importantly did you have fun?”
I kissed her on the cheek and squeezed her so tight. “I did. Thank you.”
She pushed me back and said, “You didn’t?”
I laugh, “We did.”
Then she ran up to Liam and hugged him, well not exactly hugged. More like she jumped on top of him and then he tried to get up and she kept pinning him down.
“You saved her!”
“Not exactly, I was just a virgin. Now…”
I didn’t know how to describe it, but I had a feeling that I would wake up in the morning and things would be different.
“Shit.” Chanel started to scratch furiously.
“Where were you earlier? You weren’t by the stinging nettles were you?”
Dwayne answered the question, “Fuck, I’ve never been to that side. I thought that the nettles were on the other side.”
That was when I realized that Dwayne may be pretty with his blue eyes and blond hair, but as I’d always suspected, he wasn’t the brightest bulb in the box.
“I was too busy thinking that at last Adele was going to get over her grief and just live for once.” Chanel was panting and scratching like crazy. First her legs, but then as her hands started to rise up her legs, it was clear the part that she really needed to scratch, and Liam wasn’t going to let her do it while he sat beside her.
“Ever since…”
I knew what she was going to say and I didn’t want to talk about it. Whenever situations like this happened, his name would come up. She had no right to do that, not to me, not now.
“We need to get you home!” I blurted out as I held her hand and started to walk with her back into the woods. Where we came from.
“I’ve got my bike. It’ll be quicker,” Liam offered, and he had a smile on his face. I couldn’t tell if it was a mischievous one or he was thinking about what we’d done lately.
Chanel’s hair made her look like a porcupine and it was clear that she didn’t need to be asked twice as she took Liam’s hand and he started to lead the way.
He winked at me. I knew what that meant, he would contact me soon and I forgot that Dwayne was with me. Until he said, “Great! Now, how the heck am I going to get home?”
I sighed, “On your bike.”
I was thinking about the magical night that I’d just had with Liam and not really paying attention to the places that Dwayne was scratching.
“That’s the thing.”
He kept on scratching and I watched until Liam and Chanel were no longer in sight. I wondered if I should call him tomorrow. Or maybe leave it for another day. I didn’t want to seem too keen; besides, we were both going to college soon. I was being too silly, thinking like a kid that we’d have a chance to be together. The time that we had was over. The only thing that we should be concentrating on was getting ready for college.
“Why are you sitting down scratching like that? You need to get home.”
“That’s the thing.”
“What?”
Dwayne was annoying me. This was the first proper conversation I’d ever had with him and yet I wished that it would abruptly end.
“We only came on one bike and my phone battery’s dead.”
“Shit,” I said as I realized that I didn’t even have my damn phone. It was with Chanel. We thought that it was better for us to bring one bag. No, she’d thought that. Maybe so that I wouldn’t so easily be able to back out of it.
“What the hell are we going to do?”
I sighed as I sat next to Dwayne who was scratching furiously.
“I’ll just lie here and scratch until it stops.”
I turned to look at him and saw that he wouldn’t have any balls left if he thought that way.
“You do that. I would leave you, but I can’t even figure out how to get out of here.”
“Maybe Liam will come back for us?”
“Shit, you’re right. If it was just me out here, then I wouldn’t have thought about that. I bet the moment, he drops Chanel he’ll think about you and come back.”
“Why?”
“Oh, cause he just popped your cherry and he’s finally with the girl that he’s wanted for so long.”
If he hadn’t been scratching, if he hadn’t been touching his balls, I would have kissed him. But for what he said, I took back my nasty thoughts about him. I helped him, as I started to scratch his leg. And it felt like forever, but he was right Liam did come back. But that didn’t make me smile as much as what Dwayne had just said did.
Chapter Six
“We need to stop doing this,” I purred as he started to study me with lust. It was written all over his face. My mom was out with his dad and they wouldn’t be back ’till late. Real late, and we were using that time to get to know each other. All over again.
“It’s not that I don’t enjoy it. It just feels wrong.”
“And that makes you want me even more.”
His eyes were undressing me as we stared at each other. Our eyes continued to be locked as we both headed up the stairs and toward my room.
“Besides, coming in through the front door is so much easier than climbing the tree. Sorry about the photo. Did I break it?”
I quickly changed the subject, remembering the other night when he climbed into my room and nearly broke the photo. The last one that was taken before he was taken away from me. A hit and run they’d called it. They never caught the person, but I knew that one day they’d find out who did it. Until that day, I kept his photo near my bedside just a reminder that I’d never forget and that not only would I go to college to get a degree, I’d make sure that the person spends the rest of their miserable life behind bars.
“I told you to forget it,” I said.
Then I turned away from him but he spun me around. “I know it never stops hurting. I still miss my mom.”
“The only difference is that she was sick and you knew that she was dying.”
He shook his head, “I never knew. She’d booked herself in
to a hospice and didn’t even bother to say goodbye.”
“Shit, I never knew.”
“You never asked and that’s your problem. You think that you’re the only one with pain. That has had shit happen to them. You’re not the only one.”
He took a deep breath and I expected him to take my hand and tell me that he would make me feel better, but he didn’t. Instead he blurted out, “I’m not in the mood anymore. Maybe tomorrow.”
Before I could say another word, he was back down the stairs and out of the house. I didn’t even bother going to my room. I felt stupid. Pride stopped me from chasing after him and telling him that I didn’t mean what I’d said. I should have told him that I’d acted like a fool. Yet, again pride stopped me from doing that. And as I slumped on the stairs, I began to realize that pride had stopped me from doing a lot of things. I needed to change, not only for my sanity, but for his too. There was only one problem. I didn’t know how to do it. All those brains and those good grades didn’t help when it came to certain things. Especially when it came to showing a little common sense.
I sat there for what felt like ages, although it could have been only a few minutes. And then I did what he’d been doing over the last few days: I hopped on a bicycle. Unlike him I didn’t have a motor bike of my own, so to say that I felt like the bravest girl in the world was an understatement as I arrived at his house on my mom’s rickety bicycle.
Thank God!
Unlike my house, which was a two-story house, his was only a single-story one, but there was a bush in front of it and a fence surrounded it. I acted as if I was some kind of ninja as I ran round the neighbor’s side and tried to jump the fence, and, after that failed, climb over it. This plan had sounded like a good one in my head.
What actually happened was Tom, a jerk who just happened to be in the same classes as me, came out and said, “Hey what you doing on our property?”
“Trying to see Liam.”
He spat out, “That waste of space. If you’re trying to get into any bedroom, it should be mine.”
