"Yeah! I'll be out in a minute!" She called back, taking a deep breath, she steadied herself and left the bathroom. The room was dark, except for the lights from the stereo panel and two candles that he'd lit.
"I thought you'd be more comfortable, undressing with the lights off." He stated from the bed, already in it, naked and waiting for her.
"Yes, thank you." She answered and didn't waste anymore time. She stripped quickly, so as not to lose her nerve; leaving her bra and panties on and then climbed into bed with him. He didn't waste a moment getting up close to her. She had her head on the pillow, looking up at him in the dark room lit only by the glowing candlelight. He was leaning over her, looking down at her, "I'm gonna kiss you again, you ready?"
She nodded that she was, and took a deep breath in preparation to hold it. He started laughing. "What are you doing?" He asked, filled with mirth.
"Getting ready for you to kiss me."
"You sucked in air like you're about to jump in a pool and start swimming." He informed her.
"I can't breathe and kiss at the same time." She informed him.
"Why not, everybody else does."
"Well, I don't!" She grumped.
"Why, does your nose not work?" He teased.
"Yeah, of course it does!"
"Well, prepare to use it. You'll enjoy it a lot more if you do."
"I enjoy it my way just fine, thank you."
He leaned in towards her, "You are so stubborn." He whispered. "Try it my way, just this once, for me? Just breathe normal, don't hold your breath, try it." He coaxed softly, going down and touching her mouth with his own, giving her time to get her breathing steadied. Back and forth he stroked her lips with his, his tongue coming out to lave over them, "You breathing?" He asked.
She nodded yes, she was…deeply breathing. Then it happened again, that song. This time on the radio, Savage Garden's Truly, Madly, Deeply...'I'll be your dream, I'll be your wish, I'll be your fantasy. I'll be your hope, I'll be your love be everything that you need. I love you more with every breath truly, madly, deeply do...I will be strong I will be faithful 'cause I'm counting on a new beginning. A reason for living. A deeper meaning. Yeah...'
With that playing, the music and words helped him to seduce her, and she wanted to be. He slanted his head across hers and kissed her lips, the motion of his head over them, along with the teasing helped to get her to open her mouth to him. It took her a moment but she soon realized what he wanted and gave it to him, opening her mouth, he sealed his lips to hers and inserted his tongue. He spent a long time just teaching her how to kiss. Letting her get into it. When he could kiss her without stopping and she maintained her breathing, he moved on to touching her, her breasts. Every thing he did, every new introduction brought a gasp of surprise from her, her body moved and responded as if new to all the sensations he was evoking. He soon had her bra off and was kissing her breasts. She couldn't believe something could feel so good. Having not a clue of what to expect, Crystal was swimming in new waters, try as she might, she couldn't keep quiet the tiny pants and outcries that made her feel oh so strange, as if she wanted to weep. He squeezed, caressed and sucked on her breasts and nipples, making her squirm beneath him. Her hands went to his head, holding it to keep him there, her fingers running through his long hair. Suddenly her hips were squirming, gyrating and moving of their own volition. His hand went down over her belly and reaching her bikinis, he started working them down, his head lifted from her breasts to gasp, "Take these off."
She reached down and pushed them off in an instant, wanting him to go on.
"Open your legs, I wanna touch you down there." He told her, she opened them slowly, feeling self-conscience because she was so wet. He watched for her reaction when he touched her, the moment his fingers encountered her heated, moist juncture, she just about leapt out of her skin. She caught her bottom lip in her teeth, and bit down, her brow furrowed as if in some type of pain or torture.
"You feel so slick, so wet...you like me touching you like this?"
Crystal whimpered and nodded yes. "Good, you feel nice, let's see something here..." He informed her softly, letting his two middle fingers slip into her damp folds. She cried out, "ACH! No, don't..."
"Why? It's okay...I just wanna see something." He assured her, pushing his fingers within, she was small and tight. He decided to use one finger, the middle one and slipped it in and sure enough, there it was...her hymen, intact.
"Oh, my God...I can't believe it. Wow...holy shit...holy shit." He shifted back over her and started kissing her again. Crystal was breathing so hard and fast she couldn't catch her breath. Her heart was going like mad, and he was rubbing her down below, touching her in a way that made her tingle there. Throb, swell, pulsate, she was feeling so shaky suddenly. Her body was trying to tighten, tensing up. Her legs started stiffening, her bottom started moving up against his fingers. He no longer had it in her, he was just rubbing her, kissing her, his tongue in her mouth as he moved his penis against her hip. It was hard. He was rubbing it against her as his fingers kept moving on her below, she began jerking and then he rubbed a bit slower and pressed her there, the stroke he was using, became more firm, applied directly to her small nubbin. Crystal snatched her mouth from him and started panting and crying out as she was on the brink of her first orgasm. He knew it, could tell, and really focused on that spot, palming her mound as his fingers pressed and held firm, and sure enough, it was just enough, "OH, OH, OH, OH, OH, OH, OHHHHHHH…Oooooh what's…happening—oooooh..."
"You're coming! That's what...that's it...feels good? Hm...you like that?" He asked, kissing the side of her mouth as she continued to quake beside him, her head shaking as she bit into her lip, her eyes closed as the wave rolled over her, through her. She was breathing hard and trying to calm down when he climbed between her thighs, parting them with his right knee, he was kissing her again. One hand at the top of her head, the other down below, probing with the end of his penis to enter her. Crystal was shaking with sensitivity, she didn't really want him touching her now, but he was kissing her, his body pressed down on her, then she felt the large head of him there, his hips pushed. She could feel herself being spread open as he began penetrating, and then he moved his hand away, surging forward pushing all the way in, causing a deep sharp, burning, shocking her.
"WAIT! Oh, shit! Wait...oh, oh—wait...wait..." Crystal cried out, unprepared for the pain; he was thick and throbbing within her. It felt like something hard and big was forced up into her lower body, and it was. She felt torn open, her muscle squeezed as if trying to push it back out.
They were both gasping for air, his breathing really labored trying to keep control, trying to keep still as he hovered above her, buried deep within her body. His crotch pressed tight against her, between her thighs, he could feel her squeezing him, pushing against him. He hissed, "Ssss..." and blew, "You feel so good, I gotta move...please." He gasped again, reached down and pulled up one of her legs by the thigh and began with small rocks back and forth with his hips; Crystal whimpered. She felt stretched, she was burning and he wasn't through and before she could get her second wind, he began thrusting at a pace that forced the air from her lungs. He laid his body flat on top of her, his head alongside hers, and reached for both of her legs, pulling them up higher as he went at her in a way that had Crystal shaking her head. He turned his face into her neck, his mouth latched on, sucking as he rammed into her. She could only hold onto him, crying out each time he withdrew his length to slam it all the way back.
"OW! Oh...wait, wait, wait—please..." She pleaded.
He stopped again, breathing hard, throbbing, crazy with the feel of her. He sucked on, even as he held still a moment, giving her a bit of time, but soon, he was back at it again, his hips rolling and pounding at a pace that moved her, the bed and all, as the headboard started banging against the wall. "AGH!" He ground out, on the verge of coming, turning her neck loose, he let go of her legs, wrapped his arms around her t
ight, and really started going fast and hard, squeezing her tighter and tighter, the muscles of his firm ass squeezing each time he pushed back into her, until the motion started a pounding noise, the friction from his rock-hard length, rubbing, pulling, squishing her delicate folds, her tender walls with his hard piston-like thrusts.
"OW! OH, OH, OH! VICTOR! OW—ple-e-ease!" She cried out, unable to endure anymore.
And he exploded, shouting out and kissing her in the mouth as he came, filling her womb, he was shaking, holding himself tightly against her. He finally loosened his hold on her, but stayed on top, kissing her face, her mouth. "I want this all the time—all the time. Just us...together—like this. I don't want…anyone else, touching you. Doing this to you. I took your virginity, so…that means—you're mine—all mine. Right?"
Crystal couldn't think, she was on fire. Right then, with him on top of her, hurting as she was, she nodded yes, yes. Losing her virginity had hurt, but she didn't regret it. She was happy she gave it to him. If she had to do it all again, she would.
In fact, did.
They were an item. Everyone knew it. All over town, if you saw one, then there was the other. He went no where without her. Crystal loved him. When he wanted her, wanted her in bed, she gave herself to him eagerly, easily. They were perfect for one another, a perfect fit. With both of them feeling the same, they did it often. Sometimes skipping classes to have sex the whole day through. Experimenting with each other. It took many times before it didn't hurt with him penetrating, letting him in, but she soon gained just as much pleasure, and looked forward to going to bed with him. The more they made love, the better love they made, until they couldn't resist each other. Little things set them off, Victor was easy to arouse, and wanted her as soon as he could get her alone. Neither thought about contraceptives. They were young, carefree and in love.
They were forced to endure a separation over the holidays. He went home, she went to Chicago. She never told her mother about him, because she wasn't to be dating. It was over the holiday break, that she discovered what screwing without protection does to a young girl...gets her pregnant—and she was.
Seventeen, freshmen in college, and pregnant already. If her father knew, he would hit the roof. He would say nasty, horrible things to her. Call her all the nasty names that he did when her mother wasn't around to hear him. She so hated him.
She hadn't taken a test yet, to see for sure, but she knew something was wrong when she missed her period in November. Then missed it again in December, and after New Year's, she went back to school, her mother dropping her off with a suspicious look in her eyes, although she said nothing to her other than hug her, tell her she loved her, and no matter what, she would always be there for her…said to her in a way, as if she instinctively knew.
It was while her mother was there with her, dropping her off at school, that they got an emergency phone call from Mundo and Sheila. There had been a car accident, her father was dead. Crystal couldn't believe it. Her mother was in shock. In the hustle and bustle of it, her mother having to deal with that, Crystal ended up going right back to Chicago. She had to be there for her mother, but she had felt nothing but relief at the news. She'd never shed a tear, in fact—she carried on as if someone had just announced that his plane had landed on his vacation. Whatever stress she showed before her family, was due to the fact that she was pregnant, and she hadn't seen nor talked to Victor since they went home over the holidays. Funeral arrangements had been made. Her father's side of the family had shown up, his mother and his one sister, some aunts, uncles, cousins. His father had died years before of a heart attack. Her mother's side that was present, consisted of, her grandmother, Lydia, Sheila and Dennis, Vivian, Ellen and a few more from her mother's job came to offer their condolences.
The entire time, all Crystal had wanted to do was get back to school. Get back to Victor. Tell him she was pregnant, all the while she prayed that he wouldn't now dump her.
Three days after the dust settled, Crystal decided to take a train back to La Crosse so her mother wouldn't have to travel under the stress. When she got off in La Crosse and made it back to the dorm, news spread of her return and Victor was there. He'd heard what had happened and was full of sympathy and compassion.
He'd taken her for a ride, so they could talk. Once she assured him that she was okay, which he didn't understand, considering that her father had just been killed in a car accident, she went on to say, "I don't want to talk about him, besides, my mother will be better off now, more than ever. I'm happy for her." He was stunned by that statement, but never pursued how she could say such a thing, because she went on to say, "We have a situation."
"Oh, yeah, what?"
"I'm pregnant."
He sat staring at her across the vehicle.
"Wh-what?"
"You heard. I'm—pregnant. I'm gonna be having your baby."
"H-how do you know?"
"How do you think I know?" She snapped. "I haven't had a period, since before we had sex. November, December, here it is January, nothing!"
"Oh...wow."
"That's all? Oh—wow?"
He looked out of the window of his car, staring out across the park, and over the river. He turned back to her, "What would you like to do?"
"I want to finish school. I want to finish what I started. However, I have a baby to consider now."
He smiled, reached over and took her hand in his, "No, we have a baby to consider now."
"So...you want it? You're gonna stick with me on this?"
"I want it—and I want you. And if you want to finish school, you will."
"I really want to, I'm just not sure how I'll do it now."
"Easy, I'll get a job, and I'll take care of you and the baby. You finish school."
"What about you? What about you finishing school?"
"I tell you what. You go, get done, and when you're working, making a nice penny, I'll take my turn."
Crystal had smiled. "You sure?"
"Positive."
"Oh, thank you! I didn't know how you were going to take this. I don't know how I'm going to tell my mom."
"Yeah, well, I still have to tell mine. She's not going to be happy, especially when she finds out we're married."
"What? Married?"
"Well, yeah. Wouldn't you like…to get married? I mean...we might as well do it right...right? I wanna do it right. Don't you?"
Tears came to Crystal's eyes, "Right." She smiled nodding. Then looking down away from him, she said, "You know...you've never said you love me."
"Neither have you."
"You go first."
He laughed, "Sure...I love you."
"You don't sound too convincing."
"I love you, so much, that I'm willing for us to go and get our license right away, and marry—the moment they say we're clear to. Is that convincing enough?"
"I love you too!"
She did...with all of her heart.
Everything he said, he followed through on. They applied for a license. They waited the necessary four weeks, and then, with Kayla, Rochelle, two of his friends, they went to city hall, and stood before the judge and got married. He had been 20, she was still 17—with a doctored birth certificate and ID to say she was 18.
He hadn't officially met her mother, she hadn't officially met his family either.
They went right away and found a house to rent. He wasted no time getting a job. Neither had gone to either parents. Crystal decided that she should go first, it was easier for her to face her mother, than to meet his family. That frightened her more than anything. She called her on the phone.
"Hello?"
"Mama? Hi, it's me."
"Hi, baby, everything going okay?"
"Uh...well…yeah, emmm, pretty much."
"What does that mean?"
"Ummm, well…let's see. I, uh, love you, mama. With all my heart."
"Em hm...an-n-nd?"
"Well...I just realize that…you know…it'
s not easy—being a good mother—but…you—you've been a wonderful mother. And I can only hope…well, that…you know…if I were to ever…become…well…a mother, I pray…that I'm as good a mother…as you were to me—to us...Armundo and I...you know."
"When's it due?"
"Uh...it's…well, August, mama."
"I see. And the father?"
"He's, uh…right here, wanna talk to him?"
Sylvia let out a long sigh, rubbing her temples, "Yes, I guess so." She listened as her daughter passed the phone, he took it and spoke.
"Good evening, ma'am?"
He was white. She could hear it as easy as seeing daylight. Sylvia couldn't speak, it took her so by surprise, but then wondered, why should it have. She'd taken her daughter and sat her down in a predominantly white community. "Hello? You there?"
"Yes, I'm here. What's your name?"
"Victor, ma'am. Victor Prescott."
"Are you a student at the college?"
"Yes, ma'am, I am."
"And the father of the baby?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"And...now what?" Sylvia asked, reeling.
"We're married. Two weeks now. I love her. I have a job. And I'll be taking care of her, of the baby."
"You're married?"
"Yes, ma'am...I thought it was the right thing to do, under the circumstances."
Sylvia took a long deep breath, again. "I see. So, you two just phoned me to let me know, I suppose."
"Well...yes. Sorry about that. We just wanted to take care of it, since it is our own doing. And well—"
"My daughter is 17 years old! She is not ready for this! How old are you?"
"I'm 20, ma'am."
"20? You're no better off than her! 20! I took her there, to get an education! Not to get knocked up by some—UGH!"
"She's going to stay in school. I'll come out and work, and then—when she's done, I'll go back."
"I see. And what are your parents saying about all of this?"
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