My head falls back and I laugh harder, “Enough? Oh no. I’m just getting started. Do you even fathom what each of your acts of selfishness has done and will do to both of our families? Do you f**king realize that you have now officially crossed the friend line and there’s not a chance in hell you can ever go back? Do you?” I scream at them. I see the manager of the diner heading our way so I turn on my heel to leave.
“Tanner!” My dad yelled after me but I didn’t bother to turn around.
I’m done with him, his bullshit, and his lectures. I’m just done.
I lay Rhea down on the blanket that I have spread out on the line of dogwood trees that separates our property. It’s a secluded line of trees that divides the back of the property and blocks the view from the street. The fence around the swimming pool blocks the view to Rhea’s house and a large pine tree blocks the view to my house. It’s where we’ve shared so many of our firsts: our first kiss, our first make out session, the first time she’s given me a blow job and the first time I’ve ate her out. God help me but I’m hoping that tonight’s the first time we make love because I’m on the edge and it’s a vast precipice that only Rhea can save me from at this point. This isn’t something I’m going to share with her; it isn’t something I could tell her on our birthday. So I need to lose myself in her, in us, knowing that we have tonight and I’ll deal with all of the f**ked up bullshit later. And try to protect her from the inevitable fallout as much as possible.
I lose myself in the gorgeous girl next to me. Her hair is up in a messy bun, and she’s dressed in a tight tank top and short gym shorts. I love that she knows that she doesn’t have to dress up for me. I slide a hand under her tank top; her stomach is tight and so warm.
I kiss her neck, “I’m sorry I never showed.”
Rhea sighs, “It’s okay.”
Lying on my side next to her, I push her tank top up just above her breast and kiss the left side of her ribs. I moan when I see that she has no bra on. Thank you, Jesus. “No, it’s not okay.”
I sit up and help Rhea up so that I can remove her tank top. Once it’s over her head, I throw it somewhere behind me. My hands move to her amazing boobs of their own accord.
Rhea sits up on her knees between my legs and arches her back towards me. My mouth moves to the valley between her br**sts. I slowly circle her ni**les with the tip of my tongue. Rhea’s body starts to tremble and she has a grip on my hair. I don’t stay there long because I want my mouth lower, between her bare thighs, as she moans out my name while she comes because of what I can do to her. Watching her fall apart is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life.
I lay her back on the blanket and make my way over her ribs then venture down to her hip bone knowing the affect it will have on her. I bite at it teasingly as she squirms under my touch. I pull her shorts and panties off and toss them over my shoulder to join their companion tank top that was discarded first. I need her and only her in this moment. I made a promise with myself to wait until her sixteenth birthday before having sex with her. I’ve held out for this moment, with her, and every day for that last few years I thought I would cave. She hasn’t made this easy for me either. She’s begged, she’s threatened to go get it elsewhere but I made love to her body with my hands and tongue and made her forget all about that. Nothing, and I mean nothing, will stop this from happening tonight, unless of course she stops us.
I kiss the inside of her thigh, and her legs clamp around my head. I glance up at her; she’s glistening from the heat of the summer and from my touch. She’s so perfect, so mine. Her cheeks are flushed, her lips are swollen, and she’s panting.
This is a first for the both of us. I want to make this good for her now before the pain strikes. I want her to remember what I can do, how I know her body and what she wants and needs.
My fingers circle her opening first. Big mistake because I’m so f**king worked up with knowing what’s about to happen that keeping this train moving slowly doesn’t seem like it’s going to be an option for me tonight. Must. Slow. Down. Rhea moans and her body starts shaking as I add a second finger, and swirl my tongue around her clit. Her back shoots up off the ground, her hands fisting in my hair. Nothing is said, no sounds are made except the moans of our combined pleasure. Her thighs are squeezing my head so I can’t hear anything, but the grip on my hair gives me an indication that she is enjoying it.
She’s close; I know she is. Rhea does this little thing where she starts to gasp like a little fish out of water right before she comes. She squeezes her eyes shut, her body freezes, she takes a final breath and shoots off into the night. It’s so damn hot it has almost made me come my jeans just watching her fall apart in front of me. And, as I expected, the rocket has launched and she’s now racing with the stars as she soars to the heavens with me between her thighs.
I slide my body up against her and wait for that lazy smile. “Good?”
She throws an arm over her eyes. “Yes…”
I hover over her, pressing my weight against her. She can feel how hard I am now but I don’t move yet. I feel a little hesitation at first but it quickly fades away. This is it. There’s no going back.
“Please.” Rhea begs, her eyes fluttering open when I stop kissing her. “Don’t stop, Tan. Not tonight.” She takes a deep breath. “You made me this promise. Don’t break this one.”
I’m staring at her, watching that lazy smile fall from her face. “Never, baby.”
Rhea smiles, her legs move and widen, bringing me flush against her center.
This is it; there is no turning back. I stand up and reach into my jeans for the condom I grabbed before coming down here. I toss it on the blanket beside her and remove my jeans. I kneel down between her open legs watching her, waiting to see if there is any doubt that surfaces. I see nothing. I tear the condom open with my teeth and roll it on. I slowly lower myself over her. The heat from her core is fire that’s about to melt me just from sheer contact. If there’s a God in heaven, please don’t let her have second thoughts, not tonight, please not tonight.
“Are you sure?” I ask one last time knowing we can never come back from this.
She reaches up and cups my face, “More than sure.”
I push forward as gently as I can; waiting on her reaction but there isn’t one. She’s so f**king tight I can barely move but I have to; I need to. When I pull out and push all the way in, that’s when she tenses, her thighs squeezing my waist. “Ow.” She mutters against my lips, whimpering out in pain. Her hands move to my shoulders, gripping them hard.