Sliding (The Stone Series)

by Kitty Berry

  “Tate, please I can’t take it. I want you to…” I gasp.

  “Oh, do you really, I couldn’t tell” he says with a smirk on his face as he slides his pointer finger inside me. Once, twice, three times, four, five times he slides his finger in and out. On the sixth time he inserts his finger but instead of removing it he keeps it in place and locks eyes with me. He bends up the tip of his finger and gently rubs it on the inner wall of my now very wet vagina. He flicks his finger over and over again until he knows I am at the edge. Then in one motion he pulls his finger out of me. He runs his wet finger down one of my vaginal lips and then the other. I let out a sound that is not really words, not really a moan but something in between.

  “I need to come” I beg as I lift up my hips to meet Tate’s skilled fingers. Tate finally takes mercy on me and gets on his knees between my legs. With the palm of his hands on my thighs he spreads them wide apart.

  “Glad to see you are as flexible as you were at sixteen” he taunts me while opening me up with his pointer and middle finger from one hand while he uses his thumb from his other hand to stimulate my clitoris. He rubs it in a circular motion while applying just the right amount of pressure to make me come. My orgasm hits me harder than I think it ever has and just when I think the throbbing between my legs is going to ease Tate pushes into me in one thrust.

  After six months away from him it’s almost like being a virgin again and it hurts a bit, stings ever so sweetly.

  “Aww, Tate” I yell uncontrollably.

  “Oh, baby. You. Are. So. Tight. And. So. Wet.” he says with each thrust. “God, I missed your pussy” he says as I feel him thrust into me another time.

  It doesn’t hurt as much anymore and by the time Tate picks up his pace it feels better than good.

  “This is going to end way too soon for both of us but I can’t help it baby, it’s been too long and your pussy is just so… Ohhh…I’m going to come. Is it safe?”

  I nod yes as I pull on Tate’s hair knowing full well that will guarantee his orgasm. He grows harder inside me and thrusts into me hard one last time with a, “Awww” then I hear the “Tate” sound I am so familiar with, the sound that he makes when he comes. He lets out his breath like he’s been holding it the whole time then he collapses on top of me and kisses me on the forehead. He props himself up on his muscular arms and kisses me on the lips.

  “I don’t want to take it out. I want to stay inside you forever. I missed you so much, Brooklynn. I’m glad you’re here and I promise tomorrow we’ll talk.”

  As Tate’s erection dies he has no choice but to pull out so he rolls off of me and pulls me onto him where I lay while he plays with my hair until I fall asleep.

  While I’m sleeping I pick up my dream from that afternoon close to where I left off. It’s funny how the subconscious mind works.

  Bobby and I take our wives out to dinner later that night. Bobby’s wife Kate rubs me the wrong way. I don’t know what he sees in her. I’ve always felt that he only married her so he could have someone like I have Brook. I’m convinced that she only married him for his money and it pisses me off. I know Brooklynn doesn’t like her much either. Bobby claims it’s the blow jobs that sealed the deal for him. And I get it, I love a good blow job but when your wife is blowing other guys call me crazy it’s just not as good, you know?

  Bobby kisses Brook hello. Bobby is the only guy that can kiss Brook and not make me see red. I love him like a brother and I know he has my back. Bobby would never betray me.

  After dinner I lead my wife out to the beach for the surprise I have for her. I hold her hand and she tries to talk to me again about my drinking and leaving her in Connecticut. I pull her into my arms and kiss the top of her head telling her we’ll talk tomorrow.

  We come to the hut with fire torches and fairy lights and I shuffle her inside. For a minute it’s like a dream come true, me, my wife and two hot chicks in a hut on a beach. Then I snap out of it and remember my goal. I watch as Brook slides under the covers and removes her robe, just knowing that she’s lying there naked with nothing but a sheet over her makes me start to get hard even after all of these years.

  I watch Brook as the masseuse rubs her body and I know my masseuse must notice my erection under this thin sheet. I can’t help myself, it’s been six months since I’ve had sex with my wife and now there’s this hot chick rubbing warm oil over my naked wife. I mean please, I’d have to be dead to not have a hard on right now.

  When I hear the music I know what song is next on this playlist and I forget all about the warm oil, hot chicks and my hard on. I look at Brook and all the emotions come to my surface, my father’s death, the drinking, the drugs, the miscarriage and my leaving Connecticut hit me in the face. I have never handled something so poorly in my life and I am completely ashamed and sickened by my actions. I can only hope that Brook will give me a chance to show her the kind of man I can be, the kind of man she deserves me to be for her. It’s time for me to grow up and put my past behind me. It’s time for me to at least try.

  I cannot believe that Brook gets off of me after laying on me naked and arousing me to full staff. She leaves me with the Masseuses looking on. They aren’t sure if they should stay or leave at this point. They know they shouldn’t make eye contact with the huge bulge under my sheet but beyond that they are clearly at a loss for what to do. I have to chuckle when I see recognition slowly dawn on her face, it slowly hits her that she has just left me on a table naked under a sheet with a boner the size of a tree trunk with two young hot girls watching me. I smile and mouth, “Only you baby… forever”.

  The masseuses finally finish up and leave the hut in the nick of time. My dick is killing me. I pick Brook up off her table and carry her over to the bed where I kiss her for the first time in six months. Her lips feel like home to me. I want to fuck her hard and fast right now but I know she needs me to be gentle and sweet so that’s what she’s going to get. I am playful and funny with her, teasing her. I can’t help myself and I push my finger inside her over and over again. I love how tight and warm she feels and when I bend up the tip of my finger and gently rub it on her G spot I want nothing more than to feel her come on my finger. But I want to drive her to the strongest orgasm of her life so instead I pull my finger out of her and run it down her pussy. I get on my knees between her legs and spread her flexible legs wide open. I open her sweet pussy with my fingers while I work over her tight little clit. Brook orgasms hard as I push my cock into her in one sweet thrust.

  Way too soon she pulls my hair knowing full well that will guarantee my orgasm. I come long, hard and deep inside her hot throbbing pussy then I collapse on top of her out of sheer exhaustion and fall asleep with her in my arms where she belongs.

  ************

  The Monday after States we have a pep rally at school and all the boys are given jackets with their numbers and last names on them. Only some of the boys are called up onto the stage one at a time by name to get their jacket and Tate is called last. My cheer team is on the stage so we can cheer for the boys before our big group routine. The head football coach says some nice things about Tate, he says how proud he is of him and how he can’t wait to see all the great things he’s going to do over the next few seasons. I get to do a stunt for Tate and he kisses me on his way off the stage.

  The music starts, “Walk This Way” and my squad and I get on stage, do our routine then I run off the stage waiting to see Tate. When I spot him, Tate is standing in the lobby looking for me. Tate has on his new jacket but when he sees me he starts taking it off as he walks over to where I am standing frozen in place. He puts his jacket on me while wearing a proud smile on his face.

  “I want you to wear this so everyone will know you’re mine” he says before he pulls me by the lapels of his jacket into his arms and kisses me in front of everyone.

  Tate and I quickly become the couple all singletons are jealous of and all couples want to emulate.

  Basketball season kick
s in and Tate is thrilled because it’s his favorite sport. His dad played his whole life and Tate has been dribbling a basketball since he was able to walk. But he also feels a ton of pressure on him to be perfect because his dad was so good when he played. Tate makes varsity and they tell him he’ll be the starting point guard so the pressure is very high.

  We go undefeated during the season and we find ourselves in the State championship game again but this time for basketball. We don’t need to travel for the State game as this year it’s being held on the college campus in our neighboring town. So instead of having a party after the game at the hotel we have a party planned in the park across from the high school. Some of the seniors who have older siblings have beer and other alcohol hidden and ready to go, now all we have to do is win and win we do. We kill the team, Tate is so pumped up he’s like a maniac. Bobby told me that he saw Tate puking his guts out in the locker room before the game but now he seems fine. Bobby doesn’t play on the basketball team but he has come to every game to support his best friend.

  We all lie to our parents about our whereabouts and manage to get away with the lie. We are dressed in extra warm clothes and luckily it’s a pretty warm night for March. I have on Tate’s jacket with leggings and a long shirt. Tate is dressed in his black leather jacket, t-shirt and jeans. You would think one of our parents would have questioned why we were dressed the way we were if we were hanging at someone’s house like we lied about doing but they don’t seem to take notice.

  Tate was so stressed about today’s game that he needs to let off some steam and he starts drinking beer the minute he gets to the party. By the time I arrive he is already on his second beer and being that this is the first time he’s really drank any he’s already getting drunk. I ask him to slow down but he’s not listening to me. Tate keeps drinking and when some of the kids start passing around some pot they scored from their older siblings Tate takes a few hits. I don’t want to try it and it scares me that Tate has. After about two hours of drinking and smoking pot Tate starts being a real jerk to me. He starts accusing me of looking at one of the other boys, dressing like a slut, cheating on him. This goes on for about another hour before he takes me by the hand and pulls me away from the crowd. For the first time I am actually afraid to be alone with him. He is not acting like himself at all and he’s really mad and taking it all out on me even though I have done nothing wrong. When we get deeper into the woods he bends over and starts puking at my feet. I rub his back and tell him everything is going to be alright.

  “You’re too good for me Brook, you deserve so much better than me” he slurs between bouts of puking. I am not liking where this is going, I’m afraid he’s going to break up with me.

  “You should dump me Brook; all the seniors want you, why would you want to be with a loser freshman? They’re all so much bigger than me, have more experience with girls, can drink more than me. I know you’re going to leave me at some point; I just wish you’d do it now and get it the fuck over with.”

  When he stands up and looks at me he has tears in his eyes and I feel a physical pain for him. I don’t want him to have these feelings and I have no idea where they’re coming from. Tate has always been seen as the guy to be among the guys our age. Every girl has always wanted to be with him and to this day would walk over me to get to him. He’s better than good looking and is developing a body to die for. He’s smart and funny, he’s the whole package. No one would ever guess that he gets down on himself or struggles with his own self-esteem.

  “Tate, stop it right now. I love you. I am head over heels in love with you. I have never and will never feel this way about anyone else. You are my soul mate, the love of my life. You are my first kiss and I want you to be my first everything. I never want to be with anyone else but you” I say through sobs.

  Tate grabs on to me and holds me for dear life apologizing over and over again, sobbing “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He’s not a fun drunk.

  The puking must have been good for him because he seems to be sobering up. When I ask what he’s so sorry about he tells me for not being good enough for me.

  “Come on, let’s go back with the group” Tate suggests and we head through the woods together. I’m a little disappointed because I thought maybe he’d put a move or two on me. We have not had a chance to be alone for any amount of time in so long that I ache for his touch, the warmth of his body against mine again.

  When we get back to the group everyone is sitting around a fire someone made and we join them and sit side by side on a log, Tate drapes his arm around my shoulder. Asia comes up to me and asks where I’ve been. Before I can answer her she tells me she needs to talk to me right now as she grabs me by both my hands and pulls me to my feet. Tate rolls his eyes at me but lets his grip go.

  “Yo, Asia where’s your boyfriend?” Tate inquires.

  “I don’t know, Tate. I need to talk to Brook right now, go find him yourself” Asia spits back at him with an uncalled for attitude.

  “Oh, chill out and keep your pants on.”

  “Yeah, maybe you and Bobby should take that advice” retorts Asia without missing a beat.

  “Fuck off Asia” is the last thing I hear from Tate before Asia pulls me away.

  Asia and Bobby went all the way tonight in the woods while I was with Tate who was puking in the woods. Asia’s freaking out that he’s going to break up with her now and that she’s had sex with him. For some reason she seems to think that Tate and I were doing the same thing but I tell her that Tate was puking and I was helping him, that nothing at all happened, not even a kiss. I ask for details and she tells me it hurt a little and was over in five seconds, she’s not even sure they really did it completely. She doesn’t want anyone else to know but she’s afraid Bobby’s going to tell all the guys to look cool.

  “Brook, please don’t tell anyone about this, not Wendy or any of the girls from cheer, okay? Promise me” Asia begs.

  I promise and then ask her what she meant when she told Tate that he and Bobby should keep their pants on. She just kind of brushes over it saying she thought we had done the same thing in the woods and that they should just keep their pants on and leave us alone with the whole having sex thing. When we get back to the fire we see Tate and Bobby talking and Tate is clapping him on the back and its clear Bobby has told him all about his time in the woods with Asia only I assume he told Tate it took much longer than Asia said. We go and sit near them and Asia seems much better now that Bobby has his arm around her and is kissing her neck and whispering in her ear.

  Tate whispers, “We need to talk” into my hair and stands up holding out his hand. I take it and follow him back into the secluded woods.

  “Asia gave it up tonight you know? Did she tell you when she pulled you away from me?” Tate asks.

  “Yes, she did tell me and the way she described it, it wasn’t very romantic. She now thinks he’s going to break up with her and tell everyone. Is he?” I ask Tate.

  “I don’t know. Enough talking about them, come to me. I sprayed my mouth and chewed gum so the puke taste is gone; I’m safe to kiss now” Tate says while he pulls me into his chest.

  He tilts my chin up to look at him and sees the worry in my eyes. “What’s wrong, baby?” he asks and I feel like the old Tate is back. He was so different earlier when he was drunk and stoned. I tell him I don’t like him like that and I ask him not to do it again. He promises not to but I don’t believe him.

  Tate can be very romantic; he should have a talk with Bobby about how to woo a girl. He starts kissing me softly on the lips then he trails his kisses down my neck. I know he’s going to try to do more than just kiss me tonight in these woods but I can’t have my first time, our first time happen in the woods with all our friends ten feet away and I tell him that. I tell him I’m not ready yet and he says he understands.

  “I told you a long time ago Brooklynn that I will not push you to do anything you’re not ready to do. I agree when we do decide w
e’re both ready it should happen some place special. I wasn’t going to try to go all the way with you tonight but I was going to see if we can maybe do what we’ve been doing or even try something else. You interested?” he asks me with a sly look on his face. “Yes” is all I say and Tate is already smiling and undoing his jeans.