The Big O (The Virgin Diaries)

by Bellus, HJ

  “Looks like I can get your baby up and running again like a champ. Just a week to get the parts in.”

  Oren turns to my dad while still holding my hand. “Great. I can’t believe that engine started knocking. Can you park her here until you get her fixed?”

  “Sure, no problem.” Dad turns to me. “Olivia, you should’ve told me your man is into old cars.”

  “Pops, I didn’t know and your reference is creepy.”

  “Fine, you should’ve told me Mr. Lady Boner was into old cars.”

  “Okay, abort. Dad, just call him Oren, please.”

  I unwind my fingers from Oren’s and snag my purse and Pedro.

  “She didn’t know about my car. I had to go back to California for re-certification this week and swung by, grabbing my last few things from my parent’s house.”

  “So, you making this Oregon gig your permanent one?” Dad asks him. I mentally give him a high five.

  “Yeah, I really like it here and there was no opportunity for me back home to climb the ranks and make a name for myself.” He pauses and looks over to me, giving me all sorts of goose bumps where I didn’t even know you could get them. “And I’m pretty fond of Pedro here.”

  Oren grabs Pedro from under my arm and all my worries about him not working while in California fade away. He’s answered every single question of mine and it also makes sense that he flew there and drove back in his car.

  Oh, lordie that car gives me sexy-ass vibes just looking at it and now knowing Oren is the stud behind the wheel, I’m a worthless fangirl as I pass it in the garage.

  “I was going to walk home, but since you’re here…”

  “What? Just say it.”

  I pause, giving him the sideways look.

  “You know that you’re just dying for a ride in my practical, safest mid-size SUV on the market, right? I mean, it is equipped with six airbags.”

  “Told this damn girl she could have any car when she graduated college, but her choice of a Challenger went out the door. I see too many horrible wrecks in those cars.”

  “I agree with your dad, Olivia.”

  “Okay, Mr. Safety Pants.”

  I can already tell these two could get along very well if they had the chance. Their friendship would blossom over their sole purpose of harassing me.

  “Get in or hoof it,” I tell Oren and then turn to kiss my dad. He always gives me a one-armed hug.

  “Love you, Firework, be safe.”

  “You got it, Old Man.” I toss my purse in the backseat and go to climb into the driver’s seat. Oren and Pedro are already seated in the passenger seat, looking out the window.

  “Olivia.”

  I turn to my dad, who's standing at the entrance of his shop, wringing his hands with his old-stained rag. As I get older, I recognize all the signs of the years wearing down on my dad and it makes my heart sad. His wrinkles deeper, body moving slower, and balding head; all the tell-tell signs that my dad isn’t the invincible Hulk that I’ve always pictured him to be.

  “Yeah, Pops.” I have one leg in the car and palms on the top of the door.

  “I’m really proud of you. I think you’ve found it.” He sends me a wink.

  “I love you.”

  He gives me one final wave of his rag before he turns back to his shop and I know the “it” is the magical love him and Mom found. Above all of Scout’s advice, my insecurities, and worries, my dad’s approval cemented everything for me. I plop down in my seat and look over to Oren, who’s avoiding Pedro. He is intent on humping Oren’s elbow…I’ll give this everything, even if it means years of healing a broken heart because the promise of something bigger is worth it to me.

  “Where to, mister?” I ask as I pull out of the garage.

  “Good girl.”

  “What?” I ask.

  “You buckled up.”

  “Oh good gravy, maybe dating a cop isn’t the best idea.”

  “God, you're gorgeous, Olivia.”

  “Was it the massive eye roll or these ratty jeans that convinced you?”

  “I think I fell harder for you when I found out you fart louder than me.”

  I slam on the breaks at a stop sign. “Not another word about that, Oren.”

  I point my finger into his chest. His swift hand grabs my wrist and pulls me towards him. His lips are on mine, devouring them before I can make another death threat. Oren is aggressive this time, biting at my lips and kissing me like his life depends on it.

  “Fuck, I needed that.” He mumbles into me and then sits back into his seat, adjusting his jeans.

  I focus on nothing else but the road as I just drive. I have no idea where I’m going and can’t even find the common sense to ask. Oren takes a couple calls while I drive. We end up at Oskar Lakes, which is a large wildlife preserve with fishing ponds, walking trails, a picnic area, and play area for youngsters.

  “Olivia, I need to make one more call. Are we walking the dog or something?”

  “Sure.” I shrug.

  He slams the door to my car, causing me to jump. His actions seem angry but nothing else about him does. I fiddle with Pedro’s harness while he bounds into the window, trying to escape. I wonder if he’ll ever act like other dogs.

  Oren’s voice raises outside the car. I can spot him in my side mirror. The veins in his neck pop with anger as his voice keeps getting louder and louder. I try to decipher the words, wondering what in the hell could have him so upset, but then Pedro spots another dog and lights up the inside of the car with his high pitched, rapid fire streams of barking. It’s a hopeless cause because he thinks he’s ten feet tall and bulletproof and will attack another dog.

  I finally clip the leash to his harness decorated with pork chops and open the door. By the time I make it to Oren, he’s tucking his phone into his back pocket.

  “Everything okay?” I ask.

  “Yes.” He kicks up dirt. “No.”

  “I’m sorry.” I wrap my arms around his midsection, holding onto the base of the leash and letting Pedro roam. “Anything I can do?”

  “It’s fucking complicated,” he growls, wrapping both of his arms around me and kissing the top of my head. “It’s my mom. My family has serious issues.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  “No, I’m sorry. You had to hear that.”

  “Well, I didn’t hear much. Pedro went ape shit crazy over another dog.”

  His chuckle makes me feel lighter. “Good.”

  “I’m guessing it’s one of the reasons you moved.”

  “Yeah, one of them.”

  “Oren you’ve seen me in more than my fair share of embarrassing moments. Talk to me.”

  We walk down a graveled path in silence for a few minutes before Oren grabs my hand and we settle down on a picnic bench.

  He shrugs his shoulder a couple of times and acts like he’s going to talk, but nothing ever comes out.

  “You’ve seen me at my worse, Oren. Just give me the short version if it makes you feel any better.”

  “Why are you so persistent on this, Olivia?”

  “Because.” I swivel on the bench, straddling it and scooting as close as possible to him. “I know nothing about you besides the fact you’re a hot cop from California. A seriously hot cop.”

  I waggle my eyebrows at him trying to lighten the mood, but it’s the truth. It’s all I know of the man.

  “My parents are very concerned about outward appearances. Their house could be burning down and they’d convince you everything is going just peachy.” Oren pauses, so I grab his hand and give it a gentle squeeze. “I was raised around a lot of money. My parents are high society and had set rules of how our lives would go. We were to be the best at everything. It’s just lucky I love law enforcement since I had to follow my dad’s footsteps. I got tired of all their shit and the fact they never let me live life, so I left.”

  My heart sinks in my chest. “They want you to come home?”

  I can’t muster up the cou
rage needed to look him in the eye and confirm my worse fear. This is my home and I’d never leave my dad.

  “Oh mommy dearest is demanding it, threatening me with my inheritance. I’ve heard it time and time again, Olivia. You have no idea how shallow they are. I had to escape. I couldn’t even breath under their control.”

  “That sucks, Oren.” I keep my gaze locked on our intertwined fingers.

  “My younger brother puts up with their shit doing exactly as he’s told. Dating the girls with the looks and right names. He’s mindless and loves their control. Me, on the other hand, I’ve always butted heads with them. I’d sneak off to the beach and hang out with the friends I wanted.”

  I finally look up to him. “So, you’re the black sheep of the family?”

  He nods and then pulls his hand from mine, cupping my cheek and leaning in until our lips touch. “Olivia, stop worrying. I’m not going anywhere and I’m sure as hell never going back home.”

  “How can you know that?” I ask brushing his lips with each word.

  “Because everything I want I’m holding right now and nothing will pull me from it.”

  I respond with a kiss that eases my heart and nerves. Several people pass us on the trail so I make it a quick one.

  “I’m sorry they treat you like that,” I offer.

  “I’m not, Olivia. It brought me to you.”

  “When you put it that way. I agree.”

  “Thanks for making me open up to you, Olivia.

  “Your welcome and thanks for sharing, now let’s go make out under that tree over there.” I point to a line of trees bordering the lake.

  “Mmmmm. I get to make out with a hot teacher.”

  “We are quite the pair,” I say with a giggle.

  Pedro happily trots out in front of us as, hand in hand, we find the perfect tree to settle under. A blanket would be nice, but I’ll take Oren.

  He’s the first to sit down and I settle right next him. Within seconds he has me straddling his lap and facing him. He brushes back the long hair framing my face and puts his lips on mine. I do believe kissing is my new favorite extra-curricular activity. My arms easily wrap around his neck, sealing me closer to him. Oren’s lips work me over with each kiss, lick, and nip of his teeth. His large palms sneak up the back of my shirt to my bare skin.

  I moan into his mouth with his touch and begin moving my hips back and forth without realizing I’m doing so. His fingers dig into my back while he deepens the kiss. I find myself exploring his sweet mouth with my tongue and being bold and brazen as I do. With thrust of my hips, I feel him through my jeans, and by him I mean his Tony the Tiger.

  “Fuck, Olivia,” he huffs out and pulls back.

  “What?” I ask with concern.

  “I’m having a hard time containing myself here. Thank God we are out in public.”

  His hands move from by back and lace into my hair, tugging it back and finding the exposed part of my neck. He trails kisses up and down the tender flesh and then ducks his head lower and bites my hardened nipples through my shirt.

  It sends an electrifying thrill through my body, causing me to moan even louder and pushing my chest into his face. I wrap my hands around the back of his head, urging him on. My shirt is pulled up and then it’s just the thin layer of my lacy bra he bites through.

  “Oren.” It’s a breathy plea.

  “Here.” He sets me next to him and then lays back, pulling me with him.

  I peek up to Pedro, who is snoozing and soaking up all the sunrays. Oren tugs me in close to him, positioning me towards the trees, away from the public.

  “What?” I ask, intrigued with Oren’s next action.

  “Do you trust me, Olivia?”

  I shrug. “Just kidding. Yes.”

  “Want your first O?” he asks.

  “Here?” I squeal and sit up in a flash. My forehead slams into his as I spring upwards.

  He rubs his forehead. “Not sex, but let me show you how it feels. It’s like an appetizer of things in your very near future.”

  The promise in his voice hypnotizes me into a lusty induced coma where I’d do anything this man asked me to. Oren nudges me back into the grass, while covering the side of my body with his. The sound of my zipper going down is loud and causes me to clam up. Oren must sense it, so he covers my lips with his, swallowing all of my worry.

  I concentrate on his kiss, smell, and embracing touch but feel his roaming hand sneaking under my panties. In one second, I’m a worried mess and then the next Oren makes it all disappear with his lips.

  His fingers dance under my panties until they reach my…holy shit my magic button. Oren smiles on my lips when he feels my deep intake of breath on his mouth, but he doesn’t slow his fingers as they move around down in my jeans. My brain becomes foggy as he strikes more pleasure with a swirl of his finger. The building tension in my belly fills until I have to pull away from his lip and arch my head back into the grass.

  Oren doesn’t halt the rhythmic movement as he continues to stroke me. With each movement, I buck back up into him, hanging on for dear life. It’s an intense sensation I’ve never experienced. Moan after moan escapes me as his fingers work faster and push deeper into my flesh.

  My own fingers dig into the earth below me, tearing at the grass, and then pulling it up as I explode and see stars under the touch of Oren. When I open my eyes, I see Oren staring back down at me with a mischievous grin covering his face.

  “That’s what it feels like?” I ask, still riding out his hand.

  I should be embarrassed, humping his hand and talking to him, but the sensation and emotion rolling through me nulls everything else out. I only see and feel him.

  Oren pulls his hand from me, oddly making me feel naked and bared to the world without his touch. He then gives me the show of his life, dipping his fingers that were just in me into his mouth, licking them clean.

  “Like, I said, it’s just an appetizer of what’s to come, Olivia.”

  13

  School’s Out For The Summer

  Oren: What time is the BBQ today?

  Me: 11:20 in about forty-ish minutes I get to smell you!

  Oren: That’s an early lunch

  Me: I teach first grade…they have little bellies

  Oren: Can I show up in my uniform?

  Me: Pretty Please

  Sleeping at night has proven difficult without the touch of Oren. We’ve never stayed over night at my place. I’ve never seen his. However, the man has morphed me into a lip-locking queen. He’s pleasured me with his fingers, lips, and everything in between besides the big dirty deed.

  It’s saying a lot since we’ve both been slammed with work and have little time together. Wrapping up a school year is torture on steroids and Oren’s been filling in his new position at the station. He tried explaining to me one night about the detective of something or something, but his lips were just too damn distracting to pay attention.

  All I know is he’s a fantastic cop who does his job well. I’ve seen him with his lights on pulling over several members of the community. I don’t spot him on the road much as his job is morphing more into an office detective type. Shit, I don’t know. I just know after weeks of being with him I’m ready for the whole kit’n caboodle.

  “So, Mr. Hot Pants is coming to the barbecue today?”

  The voice streaming in my room causes me to leap into the air, knocking my knee on my desk, streams of curse words flowing from my mouth as I vigorously try petting the pain from my knee.

  “Busted you sexting again!” Scout sings as she plants her ass on the corner of my desk. Then she busts into “School’s Out For the Summer.”

  “I swear you have ninja like stalking tendencies.”

  “Naw, it’s not that hard when you’re staring at your cell phone like it’s a big piece of chocolate cake.”

  “Butthole. And yes he’s still coming to the barbecue.”

  “I’m telling you, O, that man is a keeper.” Scout
snatches up the half eaten candy bar on my desk. “He puts up with you and Pedro, takes you to dinner every week at your favorite diner whether he’s on shift or not, and now is coming to the end of the year barbecue.”

  “He’s pretty awesome.” My voice is dreamy and laced with lust. It happens every single time I talk to Scout about him.

  “The guy has it bad for you if he’s willing to come eat an overcooked paper thin patty with a stale bun and a side of first grade snot.”

  It’s definitely odd for Scout to be talking about me and Oren more than her last rambunctious sexual encounter with Taylor. I’m pretty sure they’ve exhausted every single position, device, and toy.

  “Is Taylor coming?” I regret it the moment the question leaves my mouth.

  “No.” Her face grows sad and then huge tears begin streaming down her cheeks.

  “Scout.” I’m up and on my feet at her side, hugging her. The only time I can remember her crying is when she lost the after school fight to Scotty McLockit in fourth grade. She landed a few a good punches, but then he rang her bell.

  “He left me.”

  “What?” I grip her shoulders and make her face me.

  “I found out he was cheating and I wanted to make it work, but he left.”

  “What?” I yell louder this time. “Why haven’t you told me this?”

  “You’re finally having your moment in life and I didn’t want to ruin that for you.”

  “I’d smack you hard if you weren’t crying.” The truth is, she’s breaking my heart in this moment.

  “It just happened last week. I knew things were off.”

  “Where is he?” I ask. “I’m going to beat his ass.”

  Scout laughs into my shoulder, drying her tears. “Oh yeah, O, I bet he’d be real scared of you.”

  “Fucker should be. He broke your heart.”

  “It’s like I said, O, it takes time to get over a broken heart, but you’ll never know it’s worth it until you’re all in.”

  “I’m so sorry Scout.” I pet her hair, hugging her, and rocking back and forth.

  “I’m going to bat for the other team. I’ve already Googled lesbo bars in our area.”