by Rachel Burns
Scott gave up. He wanted her. “I need your help. You have to reach down between us and take hold of me. I want you to guide me in. Go as slowly as you need.”
The moment was here. Brianna could hardly believe it. She was about to make love with a man who wanted to spend the rest of her life with her. She couldn’t say for the rest of his life because it was a given she would pass on before he did.
Please, don’t let today be my last day. She prayed.
Brianna reached down and grabbed onto his penis. She had stroked it several times in the past, but Scott always stopped things before they went too far. “No stopping today.”
“Just if you tell me to. You’re the boss,” he told her.
“I like the sound of that.” Brianna gave him a nervous smile.
“You always will be in the bedroom,” he told her.
Slowly, she moved him closer. Scott let her guide him in. He was careful not to thrust. Once he was fully sheathed inside of her, he looked in her eyes to see if she was okay. “How’s that?” he asked.
“I’m fine. When is it going to hurt?” She was still bracing herself while she waited for the pain.
Scott grinned at her a little and very slowly pulled back. He loved the fact that her body was open to him. It made him feel accepted and loved.
Even more slowly he pushed back into her.
“Oh,” Brianna whimpered. “You’re big.”
“Does it hurt?” he asked.
“I don’t know. It feels –” She shrugged her shoulders, not knowing how to explain this strange new feeling.
“You promised to tell me if it hurts.”
“But it doesn’t.” Brianna was trying to understand everything herself.
“Oh Brianna.” Scott was trying so hard to control himself. He was puffing out air and taking deep breaths.
“Scott,” Briana smiled at him lovingly. “We’re making love.”
Scott pulled back, and then slowly thrust forward again. “That’s right, honey, for the first time. The first time of many.”
He continued his slow pace. His back and shoulders were so tense as he tried to restrain himself.
This felt so good, and it was so hard to keep his wits about him. He couldn’t risk truly hurting her.
He leaned into her and rested his forehead between her breasts as he slowly moved.
Brianna wrapped her arms around his head. “I love you, Scott. You aren’t hurting me.” Brianna couldn’t hold the noises back, which were forming in the back of her throat. She gasped and moaned with pleasure.
When she started to pant, Scott slowed the pace down even further. She whimpered and begged him not to, but he couldn’t risk her getting hurt.
Scott fought to keep the pace, but when he did come it was the most intense orgasm of his life.
Brianna clung to him, trying to catch her breath. Making love had been the single best thing that had ever happened to her.
Chapter 4 – Moved To Tears
Chandler parked behind the moving van. He was late. Cathy was already outside instructing the movers.
Scott had gotten both him and Cathy to agree to help move Brianna’s piano into their new house. Scott had bought the rented piano, which Brianna had been using while in college, as a wedding gift for Brianna.
It was a very romantic gesture, but Scott didn’t have to do the actual moving. Neither did Chandler nor Cathy, but they were to oversee everything. Scott hadn’t liked the idea of his little sister being alone with the movers, so he had convinced Chandler into going along.
Now, Chandler had to drive behind the slow moving van with Cathy at his side. The two of them simply never got along.
Chandler got out of his car and walked over to Cathy. She was giving him a look that could freeze water. “I got held up at the hospital. Mrs. Gibson finally passed her stone.”
“That’s a relief. She was in so much pain.”
At the hospital they got along perfectly. Each felt that the other was competent in their job. They simply didn’t get along anywhere else.
When Cathy had needed a position at the hospital, it had been Chandler who put his foot down saying he wanted her in his department. He knew she was a natural, and she never questioned him either.
The piano was loaded up, and the movers were pulling away.
“You didn’t have to do any lifting, did you?” Chandler asked, concerned.
“I held the doors open and locked up behind me. It was hard leaving the apartment. It’s been my home for so long.”
“Well, we have to go now.” Chandler didn’t want to chitchat with her. As soon as this was over, he wanted to go home. It was bad enough he had to walk down the aisle with her in a few days. She would nag at him for something or another.
Cathy sighed and glanced up at the apartment one last time. She felt tears starting to form in her eyes. She hung her head a little, so Chandler wouldn’t see. The last thing she needed was him making fun of her.
She got into his car and put on her seatbelt. It was just that she had been happy living here. Going to school, and the practical work at the hospital had been very strenuous, but college was over now.
She felt that paragraph in her life was over and written. Something new was around the corner.
“So this is going to be a busy week,” Chandler lamely announced. He had seen the tears and scolded himself. He should have given her a moment to say goodbye to the apartment.
It boggled his mind that she was giving up the little bit of freedom she had. It had upset him when he found out she resigned at the hospital, so she could go work in her hometown. When he questioned her, she said the owners of their apartment were coming home, and she had to move out.
Scott and Brianna were moving back to their hometown too. He had found a law firm that wanted to hire him with great starting pay.
Scott jumped at the chance to work in his hometown. Brianna had even found a job there. She was going to take over the music program at their church. Sometimes, it felt like they were taking action and growing up and moving ahead, and he was the only one standing still and not moving onto to something else, like marriage and having kids.
Chandler glanced over at Cathy again. She had herself under control in the meantime. He told himself she wasn’t moving ahead. She was going backwards. She was twenty-two, and she was going home to live with her parents. That certainly wasn’t a step forward.
“Yes, the whole week is full of events. Did you get Friday off?”
“Yep, so there will be a bachelor party. What are you girls going to do?”
“Brianna’s shower is on Wednesday. Once her relatives are gone, we are going to drive back here and go to a couple of strip joints for women. We’ve been saving up one-dollar-bills for guys we like.” Cathy delivered that dead pan. The truth was that Brianna was going to rest up whenever she could, so she had the strength to make it through the week.
Chandler’s feet moved to the brakes, and the car skidded a little.
Cathy had to swallow hard, so she wouldn’t laugh.
“You aren’t serious.”
“Of course, I am. I’m sure you guys will be doing something similar. No double standards now,” she teased him.
“No, we aren’t. We really aren’t. Scott isn’t like that.”
“Sure, right. I’m sure you guys are just going to go get a couple of drinks and then retire for the evening.”
“No, I have something planned, but nothing like what you girls are going to do.” Chandler didn’t like the idea of the girls going into a place like that. He simply couldn’t picture Brianna stuffing money into the string of a strange man’s flimsy underwear.
He didn’t want to think about Cathy doing that either. She was nice, kind and so good with the patients. She wasn’t one to look at a man’s body for anything other than medical reasons. At least, she shouldn’t.
Chandler was asking himself why it bothered him so much. The only explanation he could come up with was that s
he was his best friend’s little sister. He probably had big brother feelings for her too. It must have rubbed off on him.
“So, are you bringing a date to the wedding?” Cathy asked.
“Yes, are you?” He knew perfectly well that she didn’t date, ever. That was something that he always meant to ask Scott about, but Chandler feared Scott would think he was interested in Cathy if he asked about her.
He wasn’t. She was one of the few people in the world who could drive him nuts.
“No. I wouldn’t have time for a date anyway. I’m going to concentrate on making it the perfect day. Brianna deserves that. I want it to be the best day in her life.”
“Well, aren’t you the perfect maid of honor,” Chandler said, sarcastically.
“I’m going to do my best – for her. Brianna isn’t in the condition to run around and make sure the caterers are doing everything exactly the way they should, and she won’t be able to mingle with all of her guests and make sure everyone has what they need because she has to sit down often. She will not be taken away in an ambulance on the most important day of her life. Not on my watch,” she added. “You just have to stand at the altar and hand over the rings, and then you can dedicate your time to your dumb blond of the month.”
Chandler’s jaw dropped. It wasn’t his fault he hadn’t found the right girl yet. Sure, he was attracted to beautiful women. What man wasn’t? The problem was the women he dated were more attracted to his bank account than to him. “You know what I think?”
“Thankfully, no. I can imagine what all goes through your head, and it isn’t a pretty sight.”
Chandler shook his head at her. “I think you aren’t happy with your own looks, so you have developed a hate for blond women. Think of Doctor Collins at the hospital. She’s blond, and she certainly isn’t dumb. Or do you think she is dumb?”
“No. I think the fact that she is smart automatically makes her not your type.” Cathy was, once again, fighting back tears. What he said wasn’t true. She was happy with her own figure. She was too scared of men. It was just that she had been so burned in her freshmen year of college, and she didn’t want to get hurt again.
“My girl of the month is studying to be a doctor. So – there.”
“So there? You actually just said ‘so there’.” Cathy couldn’t hide her smirk.
Chandler felt so stupid. Cathy had the way about her when they weren’t at the hospital. “Yes, so there. There is a lot more to her than there is to you. She is at least trying to become something real. You’re just a nurse. You’re just a maid who works in a hospital.”
Cathy gasped at his cruel words. “How can you say that? You know I work hard.”
“Sure for dismal pay. It’s like you went the safe route. You didn’t even try.”
“I didn’t want to be a doctor. I wanted to talk to the patients and actually listen to them. I feel what I do honestly helps people.”
“I’m the one who says who gets which medicine. I make them feel better. You hand me things.” Chandler didn’t mean what he was saying, but he didn’t want Cathy putting him down or the women he dated. Cathy always acted like she was superior to everyone because she was the nurse, a martyr who took care of everyone. While she was doing that, Chandler was helping the next person or studying the latest advancements. He wholly wanted to help people too.
“I’m so glad I never have to see you again. Saturday can’t come and go soon enough, as far as I’m concerned.”
“Ditto,” Chandler replied. Why did he always say the opposite of what he was truly thinking when she was around? Cathy had a way of bringing out the worst in him. He hated that.
Chandler dared to peek over at her. She had her head turned away from him. He had a feeling she was crying. He felt like such a jerk.
They remained silent until they reached Scott and Brianna’s house. It was a cute little house. An elderly woman had passed on, so they had gotten it cheap because it needed to be modernized. It was called a fixer-upper, but it had a charm only old houses could have.
It was painted white, and it had black window shutters. A white picket fence went around the property, and there were flowers planted left and right of the steps, which led up to the front door.
Cathy got out of the car and hurried ahead to open the front door. She propped the screen door open and turned on a couple of lights.
Chandler could see her looking around. He had been in the house often enough helping Scott. All the windows had been replaced, walls painted and the floors had been sanded.
To save money Scott had done lots himself. His father had a construction company, so Scott got things at cost, and his dad helped him install them.
Chandler had been here to help too. He hadn’t been much of help. Chandler’s father had never had time to do father/son work with him. They had servants for things like that.
Chandler got out of the car and once again tried to help, but the men had everything under control. The only thing he was good for was giving the men a tip when they were finished. That was something he had practical experience in.
Cathy had disappeared. He looked around and found her in the kitchen. She was drinking a glass of water with her back to him. “Listen Cathy, I’m extremely sorry about what I said. I didn’t mean it. In fact, I think what you do is very important. You’re there for the patients once I’ve moved onto the next person. I couldn’t do what I did if you weren’t there. I genuinely mean that.”
“No, you don’t.” Cathy turned around and looked at him. “When I said I didn’t want to be a doctor, I meant it. I’ve known it for a long time. I’m used to being with people. To really being with them. Not only being with them for a short moment and then moving on. With Brianna I learned I could still see the person behind the injury. You may laugh, but I feel I have a gift. A gift I couldn’t share if I were a doctor.”
Chandler nodded at her. Her tears were breaking his heart. He hadn’t meant to hurt her. “I agree with you wholeheartedly. I think you have a gift too. Did I ever tell you why you ended up working in the same section of the hospital as I do?”
Cathy wiped her eyes and shook her head a little.
“I insisted. I think we work well together.” Was he kidding? Was this a joke again?
“I don’t hate you. I think you’re great. I worry less about my patients when I know you’re caring for them. You have such a way with people. Like I said; you have a gift.”
“I said that, not you.”
“And I agreed.”
Cathy couldn’t think what she should say next. At work he merely gave her orders, which she carried out, and in their private life they never said anything nice to one another. “I’ll wash my face, so we can go. I’m sure you’re eager to get rid me. I’m sorry you got stuck with me at work and in your private life too. I’ll be completely out of your hair in a couple of weeks.”
Chandler couldn’t help but think he would like to have her hands in his hair. He stepped forward and grabbed a towel. He held it under the water, standing so close to her. Once it was wet he turned to her and dabbed it under her eyes. Drips from the towel landed on her blouse, accenting her breasts.
Chandler caught himself staring at her breasts. “I’m really sorry. I guess I’m not good with people. Maybe that’s why I became a doctor. My bedside manner sucks.” He looked back into her eyes and shrugged his shoulders a little.
Cathy could hardly believe that he was standing so close to her. Her body felt heavier than it usually did. Normally, she moved about in a carefree way, but now she was so aware of her body and of his.
Her head tilted a little to the side. Her eyelids felt heavy. She wanted to close them and lean into him. “I think you’re good with people.”
“You aren’t included. I always made a fool out of myself when I’m talking to you. I’m sorry you have to walk down the aisle with me. I’ll be really careful not to step on your dress. I won’t open my mouth at all. That way I won’t be able to insult you.�
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Cathy’s eyes widened. She remembered her father telling her mother how poorly Scott had behaved towards Brianna. He said it was a sure sign Scott was interested in Brianna.
Is Chandler interested in me?
“I don’t mind walking in with you.”
“You don’t?” Chandler shook his head a little, thinking Cathy’s blue eyes were especially vibrant when she cried. “Not even after how I treated you today?”
“You apologized. I forgave you.”
“I don’t deserve to be let off the hook that easily. It was inexcusable. Scott wanted me to come along, so I could protect you. Not so I could attack you.”
“Protect me from what?”
“The movers. He didn’t want you to be alone with them. He worried about you, so I agreed to come along.”
“That’s nice.” Cathy’s lips curled up for a brief moment. “It’s nice to have someone to watch out for you. Brianna is lucky to get Scott. He thinks of everything.”
“Scott’s great. I would have thought you would be bitter because you had to live with him. He never let you date.”
“I could have dated. I just didn’t feel up to it yet.”
“Up to it?” Chandler repeated.
“I had a boyfriend my freshmen year. He didn’t turn out to be my knight in shining armor like I’d hope he would be.”
Chandler grinned at her. “Men never are. We can’t live up to that standard. We really are only human.”
Cathy had to ask herself if he was leaning in towards her, or if she was the one leaning in towards him. In any case, they were very close to one another. So close she could feel his warm breath in her face. He had nice breath. It smelt like garlic and chocolate.
“What did you have for dinner?”
Chandler straightened up a little. “I had fish in garlic sauce and chocolate mousse for dessert.”
“That sounds fantastic,” Cathy sighed.
