by Kitty Berry
On my way back to the hotel I hear “Together Forever” on the radio and I am reminded of the night Brooklynn and I lost our virginity to each other. I haven’t thought about that night in a long time.
I fill my room with candles that my mother had all over the house and I get the mixed tape I made special for the night out of my dresser drawer and I pop it into my stereo. I turn the lights off in my room and make sure the bed looks neat; I made sure my sheets were clean before I left for my Nana’s. I spray a little extra cologne on as I hear Wendy’s car pulling into my driveway to drop Brook off. I have a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach.
I run downstairs, open the front door and pull her into the house. Without saying a word to her I lead her up the stairs to my bedroom. “Together Forever” is on and I guide her into my room and close and lock the door just in case somehow someone comes in.
I start to dance with her because I know it will relax her and I hope that it might have the same effect on me. I have wanted to do this for so long now and now that I’m about to I’m more nervous than I thought I would be. The music changes to “I Don’t Want to Live Without You” and I feel her body relax in my arms, now if I can just get myself to calm down we’d be all set. I bring her closer to my bed and she sits down on the edge. She looks so fucking hot tonight in my favorite tight black sweater and her jeans with rips in the knees that show her skin, they drive me nuts. I stand in front of her between her legs and I grab her hair and pull her closer to me.
I can’t hold back any longer, I need her now.
I look at her and ask, “Make love to me now Brooklynn. Be my first, my last, and my only. Let me be yours.”
When she shakes her head yes and “Truly” by Lionel Richie is playing as I climb on top of her, spreading her legs open with my knees. I kiss her forehead to ease her nerves, it’s funny now that I’m doing this I’m calm. And then just like that I can’t believe I’m not a virgin anymore! I hope she thought I was good, I did my best.
I wake up the next morning, go into the bathroom and brush my teeth then return to my bed where I am hit with the most beautiful sight, my girlfriend sleeping in my bed. God, I love her. I start kissing Brooklynn’s hair that always smells so good.
I tell Wendy brief details about our first time and she says, “Welcome to the club. Now you’ll have to find the time and place to keep it up. It sucks; I end up having more sucky sex in the backseat of cars than any one girl should have to.”
When I get home I go right into the shower and let the warm water soothe my body. I am still sore and am worried that everyone will be able to tell what I did last night. I’m just waiting for my mother to sense it somehow.
I wrap myself in my towel and snuggle up under my sheets to call Asia. Tate and I agreed that we could tell our closest friends and Asia is as close as they get to me. I tell her every last detail and she doesn’t react the way I expect or want her to.
“It would figure you and Tate would have the perfect first time. Bobby is such an asshole and it sucked with him the first time. I am so jealous of you sometimes, Brook. It’s just not fair. You have this incredible gorgeous, athletic boyfriend who worships the ground you walk on. You are beautiful and skinny and the best cheerleader and dancer ever. It is just so hard sometimes not to hate you.”
I am shocked by her honesty and it makes me speechless for a minute until I find my voice deep inside myself, “My life is not perfect. It’s hard to be the girl with the boyfriend everyone else wants. There is not one girl at school who isn’t waiting for us to break up so they can pounce on him, even my best friend from the sounds of it. It’s hard to be this in love with someone and spend every waking minute waiting for him to break your heart and leave you or cheat on you or whatever. It’s hard to be skinny and have to keep being skinny. I would love to eat dessert and McDonald’s but I can’t or I’ll get fat and it’ll ruin my chances for cheering in college. Everyone thinks they want to be me but honestly Asia no one wants the pressure that comes with it, believe me. I gotta go; I’ll talk to you at school on Monday.” And I hang up and cry myself to sleep.
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It’s been over a week since my doctor’s appointment and I am expecting to have the results later today. I don’t know what they are going to reveal and I’m anxious to find out. One of my concerns is that there will be something wrong with Tate’s sperm count and he is going to fly into a horrible mid-life crisis that he will never come back from. My other concern is that the problem will be with me and Tate will see me as old and dried up and get himself with a much younger upgrade.
My workshop is ready to open and Heidi and I will be busy with that for the next four weeks, at least it will keep my mind off of my fertility. Tate has recommended me for a job on a video so Heidi and I need to begin work on that as well; shooting begins in just over a month. I am happy to be busy at work again; it’s keeping my mind off everything else going on in my life. Heidi and Dominick are providing all the juicy drama I need to get through each day. They have been together non-stop during their free time since I introduced them. I should really try my hand at match making. When we get back to the East Coast my first order of business is going to be to fix Mac up with someone. Tate’s cousin, Drea keeps coming to mind even though she’s much younger than he is. Damian is not going to like the idea so I’ll have to do it without him or Tate knowing.
Tate went into his office this morning and told me to call him as soon as I hear from the doctor. The call comes in shortly after noon. The results reveal that Tate’s sperm count is higher than average, of course it is! I am perfectly healthy as well so the doctor tells me we can begin trying for a baby whenever we wish. If I don’t conceive on my own after six months we can talk about possible treatments. I call Tate and ask him if he can come home for us to talk about the results and he promises to be back within the hour.
He holds true to his promise and arrives at the hotel with flowers in hand. I tell him the results and he takes me into his arms in his frisky manner.
“So we can get started trying right now” he says as he grabs for me.
Tate kisses me on the lips very gently but as I feel his hold get firmer and his erection begin to grow in his pants he deepens the kiss and my body responds to him. Tate breaks away just as it’s getting good and mysteriously tells me we’ll have to wait as we have someplace to be shortly.
“The anticipation of what I am going to do to you will build up and by the time we get back here you’ll be ready to explode. I’ll make it worth your wait, I promise.”
He leads me out the door and to his silver Ferrari California Convertible that is waiting for us. I ask him where we are going and he just smiles at me and says, “You’ll see when we get there.” The death threat seems to no longer be a concern as we are going without Dominick.
We drive for a long time and finally pull up at a gated estate and Tate speaks into the intercom and we are allowed admittance. When we enter through the gates I am in awe of the home that lies in front of me. It is the most stunning piece of architecture that I have ever seen. We are greeted by a very attractive young woman who can’t help but stare at my husband whom she is clearly setting her eyes on for the first time. She catches her breathe and when she finally composes herself enough to speak tells us that the home is a Malibu Green Estate contemporary masterpiece on twenty acres with ten thousand square feet of entertainment and living space. The landscaping is breathtaking and includes a private beach area and sand dunes on the bluff, with all around views of the majestic Pacific Ocean. When we enter the home we discover the ultimate in amenities, that operate at net-zero energy, the home produces as much energy as it consumes, it has been carefully designed for clean air, water conservation, health, light, comfort, safety and security all with sustainable materials. It captures, recycles and reuses water. The home showcases green high-technology systems and products and it is designed for the ultimate in lifestyle luxury. It is located on four acres of flat lan
d protected by 16 acres of natural open space.
The young lady who remains in awe of my husband informs us that, “It is a fusion of the best green building technology and sustainable design.”
Tate is acting completely oblivious as usual to the effect he is having on this young attractive woman who stands before us, he only seems to have eyes for me and over the years I have been grateful to keep this spot of prominence with him.
“Just say the word baby and this is all yours. I have our broker on speed dial. This can be our home; we can have a family here and be happy. I can see our kids running around in the expanse of lush green grass and swimming in the cool crisp pool with their friends. Maybe your brother and sister would come to visit and stay the summers with us or your parents, my mom. I think we can be happy here. What do you think?”
A smile spreads across my face and Tate takes me into his arms and lifts me into the air.
Tate is able to make the sale happen quickly and promises that we’ll be able to start decorating our new home by the end of the month. I use Damian’s business partner and best friend, Alex as our interior designer and we start working together towards getting the house décor planned. Tate and I decide to sell our home in Connecticut but in the end Tate offers it to my brother, Michael. I will need to fly back at some point and tie up some lose ends but I will be too busy with my workshop and new job on the music video for Tate’s client to go anytime soon so I ask Michael to start taking care of some things for me. He will be sending the items I’ve asked for, keeping what he wants and sending the rest to the charity I’ve instructed him to.
Tate and I continue with our therapy sessions and for the next few weeks we explore Tate’s relationship with his father and the effect it has had on him. Tate’s father was a man who worked hard for his family but insisted on total control. Tate’s father also expected everyone around him to work just as hard as him and the pressure that he put on his only child was at times unbearable for Tate. His father also expected his wife to be the picture of perfection and Tate was often times finding himself defending his mother for not fulfilling that role of perfection.
Tate’s parents met after college, Samantha being Joe’s first secretary at the law firm. Joe was the youngest at his law firm to make partner at the age of thirty. Shortly after marrying, Tate came along and Samantha became a full time mother. Due to fertility issues they were unable to have a second child, they talked about adopting but then decided Tate was all they needed. Tate’s father put pressure on him all through school to get good grades and be a top athlete. When the pressure got to Tate he started smoking pot, drinking, and partying. By the time Tate was sixteen, Tate and his father used to come to physical blows over their disagreements. It continued until one time at the end of senior year when Tate lost it on his dad and almost hurt his father. Samantha tried to break them up; she was crying when I arrived and had been ready to call the police. I pulled up to get Tate for a party just in time and luckily I was able to calm him down enough that he let his father go. After that his father never picked another fight with him but their relationship was destroyed.
During college when Tate’s Nana died she left her estate to Tate instead of his father and that caused their relationship to reach an all time low. Tate’s father did not want him to pursue his interests in the music industry, he wanted him to go to law school and become a lawyer like him. But with the amount of money that his Nana left him Tate knew he would graduate and open his own music company. At the time neither Tate nor his father could know what a huge success Tate would be and his father never supported him in his career decision. Tate’s father died a few years ago, they never repaired their relationship.
Tate tells Bernie and Drew that he often feels like he’s going to let the important people in his life down the same way he disappointed his father. He says that he felt as if he let me down when I had the miscarriage. Tate worries over every decision he makes, weighing them over in his mind and wondering what his father would think. He feels the need to be wealthy and powerful to feel accomplished and successful. Before our session ends Tate tells Bernie and Drew that he’s afraid to become a father and be like his dad. He knows he needs control like his father did and he doesn’t want to do to our children what his father did to him. We leave holding hands with me understanding Tate’s feelings about having children for the first time.
We arrive back at the hotel to find Dominick and Heidi on their way out. We ask them where they’re going and agree when they ask us to join them for a casual night of pizza and beer down the road. The four of us walk, Dominick and Heidi hand in hand, Tate with his arm casually slung around my shoulder down the palm tree lined street. It is just starting to get dark outside and the colors in the California sky are spectacular to witness. Tate uses this time to rub his thumb on the exposed skin of my shoulder so that I glance at him. When I do he mouths, “Remember what’s waiting for you later.”
We arrive at the restaurant and ask for a booth. It’s not very crowded tonight and we are seated right away. We order pitchers of beer and pizzas and our conversation comes easily. Tate runs his hand up my leg and gives my knee a squeeze. I decide to get back at him for all the torture and anticipation he’s been causing me all day and I run my hand up his thigh and gently over the bulge in his pants. He instantly hardens under my touch and shifts in his seat. Tate and I describe the house to Heidi and I ask her if she’ll stay in California with me. She looks shyly at Dominick who she now calls “Nick” with affection and agrees. I tell her we’ll have more than enough space at the new house for her to stay with us and she accepts knowing that “Nick” always stays at the residence where Tate resides.
The pizza is scrumptious and the beer ice cold but the best part of the evening is being with Tate but also being with another couple. I had forgotten how much I had enjoyed being social and socializing with friends. We laugh and joke, Tate and I tell Heidi and Dominick about how we met and they share funny stories from their younger days. Throughout the night Tate and I flirt like we did when we were younger.
After dinner when we are talking and enjoying our beers Tate gets bolder and slips his hand up my skirt and into my panties. I begin to squirm but try my best to act normal. Tate slides a finger inside me while looking me right in the eyes and his eyebrows rise teasing me further. He is waiting for me to crumble but I refuse to give him the pleasure of knowing he got to me. He is relentless with his movements; sliding his finger in and out, picking up his pace as I try to keep up with the normal conversation happening at the table. I take a long pull on my beer trying to calm myself. Tate begins to flick at my clit taking me right to the edge of a cliff I am dying to tumble off of but just as he feels me start to tighten he withdraws his hand and smiles at me as he nonchalantly sucks on the tip of his finger. I am so wound up right now I might explode if his leg rubs against me under the table.
As sad as I am to see the night come to an end I can’t wait to get back to our suite and rip my husband’s clothes off and have my way with him. As the restaurant is closing we start to head back to the hotel. Tate has his arm wrapped around my waist and Heidi is having a piggy back ride from Dominick. When we reach the door to the hotel Tate and I head in as our dinner companions go for a moonlit walk on the beach.
Tate and I step into the elevator with another couple, we smile and politely say hello. They respond in kind, the girl looking just a few seconds too long at Tate and Tate and I step behind them and push to the back of the elevator. Tate runs his hand up the back of my skirt lifting it to reveal my ass and he places his hand on my cheek and gives it a little squeeze.
“Did you enjoy yourself this evening at the restaurant, love?” he asks me trying to be cute in front of this couple when what he really wants to ask me is if I am as frustrated as he is right now.
When I look down I notice he has a very noticeable hard on that he doesn’t seem to care who sees. I step in front of him in case the woman should turn around yet agai
n to have another look at my husband, I’m sure she’d be happy to see this for herself. When I step in front of Tate he pulls me to him and begins to rub his erection on my lower back. The feel of him growing harder against me makes my blood start to heat, my core begin to melt. He runs his hand through his hair brushing it off of his handsome face and letting a low moan escape him. He lifts my hair off the back of my neck and blows on it before kissing me there causing goose bumps to form. He moves his kisses to just under my ear then he nips my ear between his teeth. Tate has kept his hand on my ass and now his other hand is spread over my flat abdomen. He continues to rub against me with his erection and the rocking motion alone is making me stand on my tip toes perched on the edge.
I hadn’t realized that I had my eyes closed but when the elevator digs and I open my eyes I find the woman looking at Tate with her mouth wide open, her partner clueless to the fact that my husband is about to give her an orgasm without going near her! Tate takes my hand and pulls me out of the elevator and before I know it he has me slammed up against our door and is kissing me hard, bruising my lips.
“God, I need you right now. I wanted to fuck you right there in front of them. If it wasn’t for not wanting some dude to see you come I would have put you up against the wall, pulled that thong to the side and fucked the shit out of you in that elevator.”
