Richard knew he was against her hymen. He knew it was painful for her to allow him to push through. And although it felt good before he entered her, now that he was inside of her, those good feelings were in the stratosphere. Because she was so tight. Because she was so wet. And he kept moving, easing further and further in. And he couldn’t stop. He looked at her, to see if she wanted him to stop. She was almost in tears because of the pain, and when he saw it, he stopped all movement. But Janet shook her head.
“I’m okay,” she said, fighting back tears.
“Are you sure?”
“I’m positive,” she said like the trooper he knew she was.
“It’ll feel better,” he said to her. “I promise you.”
She tried to smile. “Okay,” she said. She was committed now. There was no going back now. “Keep going.”
And he kept going. He laid all the way down on top of her, wrapped her even tighter into his arms, and pushed on through. But he realized he had a problem. He hadn’t felt such tightness in such a long time that it overtook his senses and he gave a fast push that bust through all of her resistances and took him to the other side. And then he began to bang.
But when he was on the other side, and was banging the crap out of her, the pain didn’t get worse the way Janet thought it would. But it began to ease. And the more he made love to her, the more those good sensations returned, and she began to enjoy it once again. Richard was right! It did get better.
And that was when she experienced the first orgasm of her life. She thought she had climaxed when his mouth was between her legs, but she realized how wrong she was. Those feelings were nice. And sweet. But his oral was nothing like the real thing. She was arching and pulsating and barely able to bear it, when she came.
And her excitement and that tightness that still kept his dick throbbing, caused Richard to cum too. And he poured into that condom with so much cum, and with so much force, that it broke. And he felt it when it broke. He felt it when the cum that was in that condom began to pour out and into Janet.
And that broken condom was rolling down his penis, and he was feeling her rawness. Which only heightened his cum. So much so that he was pouring straight inside of her. And his movements got faster. He was banging her. He couldn’t stop if his life depended on it. It got so good to him that he quickly pulled out, snatched the split condom off of his penis, and shoved his cock back inside of her.
Janet felt the rawness of his penis too. And she didn’t want him to stop either. And he kept doing her, and she kept having rolling orgasms. Until neither one of them had anything left.
And then Richard finally stopped his gyrations and eased out of her. And he looked at her. When he saw that she was smiling that wonderful bright white smile on that adorable face of hers, confirming for him that it did get better for her, he exhaled. And smiled too.
Janet traced her finger along his square jaw when he smiled. She was so pleased she could hardly believe it. After that initial flurry of painfulness, she had felt the sensations too. She knew it, and he knew it too. He could see it all over her glowing face. He felt her excitement.
But he also felt ashamed. Why did he take her to that emotional high when he knew he wasn’t going to stay there with her? Why did he do that to her? He wasn’t helping her. He was hurting her!
And he’d robbed her too.
He rolled off of her, got up, and sat on the edge of the bed. He began putting back on his clothes.
Janet pulled her wide-open rode closed again, but she knew her body would never feel the same again. What Richard had done to her was so beyond her wildest imaginings of how her first time would be that it bore no resembled to what she had in mind. He blew her away. She’d never felt so wonderful, and so alive, in her life.
But did he feel it too? He seemed upset to her as he put back on his clothes. Then he found that condom he had discarded, grabbed it, and looked at her. “I’m going to the men’s room,” he said. “Get dressed.”
“It’s still too early for you to take me to work. And I told you I need to get used to my routine.”
“Not for that,” Richard said. “We need to go by All Night.” All Night was a drugstore in town that never closed. They were open twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week.
But Janet didn’t understand. “Why would we need to go there?”
“The morning after pill,” he said.
Janet was confused. “What’s that?” she asked.
Richard just stood there. He couldn’t believe it. He didn’t just rob her of her body. He robbed her of her innocence. She was a twenty-two-year-old kid who never had to think about morning after pills, and he should have known that! And he could hardly stand himself. All those women at his disposal, and he had to go and ruin her life! What was wrong with him?!
“It’ll prevent an unwanted pregnancy,” he explained to her.
When he said it was when Janet realized the implications of what they’d done. Not for once did she consider any ramifications. It seemed like the natural course of events for Richard to take her virginity. Somebody was going to, and she had no prospects at all. It just seemed natural to her. Even when he removed that condom, she wasn’t thinking about consequences. She was thinking how he must be enjoying it too! But she could be pregnant. He could have passed some incurable disease to her. She became stricken with fear.
They had the fun. Now it was time for them to face the consequences of their action.
“I’ll be ready,” she said to him, and got out of bed.
He gave her a hard look that she couldn’t read, and then he went to the men’s room to dispose of his crime.
CHAPTER EIGHT
She watched as he went into that drugstore a purchased those morning after pills. In that fancy suit he wore, he looked so out of place in a factory town like Cope. But that was the first man she’d ever been with, a man like that. And it was a lot for her to process.
When he got back into his car that was parked in front of the drugstore, with the pills and a bottled water, he watched as she took the pills.
“You’re okay?” he asked her as he started the car.
She nodded. “I’m okay.”
“I don’t want you worrying,” he said. “Those pills will take care of it, alright?”
“Alright.”
“And you needn’t worry about contracting any STD.”
Janet looked at him.
“I never have unprotected sex,” he explained. “I don’t know what happened, but that was my first condom break. My very first one. I didn’t think that shit was real when other guys talked about it. But when I was with you? Damn, girl,” he added with a smile.
Janet laughed.
“So I’m clean, alright?” Richard reassured her. “You needn’t worry.”
Janet nodded. “That’s good to hear,” she said, but she still couldn’t believe she had allowed him to do her raw.
“Don’t you dare feel guilty,” Richard said to her when he saw that look on her face. “You did nothing wrong. You hear me? Nothing.”
Janet nodded, but he could tell she was still upset.
Which only made him feel worst. “Let’s get you to work,” he said, putting his car in gear.
And this time, Janet didn’t object. After what they’d done, their relationship was on an entirely different level now. And she had to let him treat her right. And right treatment meant he wasn’t going to have her waiting at a bus stop. He was going to take her to work, and she was going to let him.
At least that was how she felt about it. She kept glancing over at Richard as he drove. His face gave nothing away. She couldn’t figure out how he felt.
When they arrived at the mill, it was super-early. Only a few minutes after five.
“What time does it open?” Richard asked her.
Janet smiled. “You don’t know what time your own mill opens?”
“Sweetheart, I’m not that kind of hands-on owner. I put excellent people in
charge and expect them to do their jobs.”
Janet smiled. Not so much about the fact that he was a bad owner who didn’t keep tabs on his own business, but because he called her sweetheart. Her head was in that space, that emotional space, on that particular morning. “It opens at six,” she said, and was about to get out.
“What are you doing?” he asked, stopping her. “I’m not leaving you here alone.”
“I’m going across the street,” she said, pointing over there. “That’s where they told us we can wait if we get to work early.”
Richard looked across the street and saw an open-all-night truck-stop café. He could see that other workers, the early birds, were waiting inside too. He hadn’t even noticed the place when he came to the mill’s dedication on yesterday. “Let me take you over there,” he said and drove across the street.
“Thanks,” she said, getting ready to get out of his car.
“You’ll be okay then?” he asked her.
“Oh, yes. Thank you.”
But he still looked distressed to Janet. “Take care of yourself, Janet,” he said to her.
She smiled. “You too, Richard.”
She lingered, hoping he would ask her out or ask if he could come over again, but he didn’t say anything else. But he did give her a hug.
He didn’t know why he did it. Why was he hugging her for crying out loud? Maybe it was the guilt kicking his butt. She felt so small, so fragile in his arms. He closed his eyes as he held her.
And when she got out of his car, he felt two feet tall.
But as Janet walked into that café, she felt ten feet tall. She was in a state of bliss. In one morning she knew what all the fuss was about. Thanks to Richard. Her dream come true. And she was happy!
And even after Richard sped off, and after she paid for a cup of coffee and sat at a window table inside that café, she couldn’t stop smiling. He held her. He held her all night. And made love to her that morning. That was everything! The first time she’d had company inside her room, the first time she made love, was with somebody like Richard Shetfield! That felt good. Because he was good. Because he was the nicest man she’d ever met, hands down, even though he didn’t think he was nice at all. But he’d been nothing but good to her.
And although he made no plans about getting together again, she knew he would. That, to her, went without question. She couldn’t wait to see him again.
CHAPTER NINE
Later that same day, while she was hard at work at the mill, Lance Colvin, her line supervisor, was shocked. He was outside staring at the guy as if the guy were from Mars. He was just that stupefied.
“Will you go get her please?” the man asked. Again.
But Lance was still reeling. Her, he kept saying to himself. He chose her?
He apparently had. And the guy was waiting.
Lance went back inside, went to the work floor, and called her name. “Evans!” he yelled over the sounds of roaring machines. “Evans!”
Janet was at the spinner when Lance called her name. “Yes, sir, Boss?” she yelled back.
“Come with me!”
Lance didn’t wait for her to let him know if she could drop everything at that moment. He just left. And Janet, knowing how angry he would get whenever he wasn’t obeyed and obeyed in a hurry, got in a hurry and followed him off of the floor and out of the exit doors.
“What’s this about, Boss?” she asked him as they exited the building.
“That’s what it’s about,” he said.
Janet was still wiping her hands on her full-length apron when he motioned with his hand. She looked where he was motioning, but she didn’t see anything out of the ordinary. “What?” she asked him.
“What do you mean what?” Lance said impatiently. “That car! It’s yours.”
Janet was astounded. She looked again, at the pearl-white Mercedes parked in the parking lot, with a smiling white man standing beside it. She had assumed it was his car, and he was there on his own business.
“And it ain’t no bottom of the line Mercedes, either,” Lance said. “That’s an S-class. It’s the top of the line Mercedes.” He looked at her with nothing short of disgust in his eyes. “What on earth did you do to get yourself a car like that?” he asked her.
But Janet was too amazed to even consider the implications of what Lance had said. She didn’t even hear what he had said. She shook her head. “There’s some mistake,” she said to him, still staring at that car. “That can’t be for me!”
“It is for you. It’s yours. That’s one of the salesmen from the dealership in Tulsa. He drove it over here. He says the title’s in the glove compartment. And it’s in your name. Because I asked all of those questions too. I was as shocked as you are.” Then he looked at her. “You do know how to drive, don’t you?”
“Of course I do.” She got her learner’s permit when the Henleys needed her to drive for them and run their errands for them. When she turned eighteen and got away from the Henleys, she got a full-fledged license.
But that wasn’t her issue. The car was. “But where did it come from?” she asked Lance. “Did I win it, or?”
“No, you didn’t win it, you idiot! Mr. Shetfield bought it for you.”
For the first time since that car came into the frame, Janet looked away from that car, and at Lance. “Richard?” she asked.
Lance gave her a disgusted look. “Yeah. Richard. Your boyfriend I assume. He gave it to you.”
He was hardly her boyfriend! But she ignored Lance and looked back at that car. And she actually smiled. Now it made sense to her. He didn’t want her walking home in the dark ever again, nor going to work in the dark the way she almost did that very morning. And suddenly it seemed wonderful to her, and not at all confounding.
But a Mercedes? “How am I supposed to afford the upkeep on a car like that?” she asked.
“You’ll manage. Because that car right there? Easily worth a hundred thousand.”
Janet’s eyes grew larger. “A hundred what?”
“I told you it’s an S class, girl. Easily worth that much.” Then he tossed the keys to her. “Look inside. Check it out. Then get your ass back on the line,” Lance said, and went back inside. But not before giving her another disgusted look, and shaking his head.
But Janet wasn’t thinking about Lance. She was still too stunned. She could hardly believe it. The idea that Richard would purchase her a car, period, was exciting. The idea that he would purchase her a one-hundred-thousand-dollar car was another planet!
She walked over to the car and spoke to the salesman. “That’s right,” he said. “It’s yours, young lady. Thanks to Mr. Shetfield.”
“But . . . Did he say anything or?”
“Say? What’s there to say? You own this beautiful automobile!” Then the salesman did remember something. “Oh, yes, he did give me something else.” He reached into a folder he was carrying and pulled out a newspaper clipping. “He told me to give you this.”
Janet took the clipping and saw that it was the picture of a beautiful black woman. The caption read: Janet Evans, cashier at the SafeWay, wins local dance competition. Grand prize: fifty dollars!
“Janet Evans?” Janet asked.
“He said it was your mother,” the salesman said.
Janet’s eyes grew larger. “My mother?”
“He said that’s the only picture his investigator could find of her anywhere,” the salesman said.
“But my mother’s name was Katira,” Janet said, confused.
“That is her name. But her nickname is Janet. Or was. She’s apparently deceased.”
“Yes,” Janet said, still staring at that photograph. “Yes, she is.”
“But they called her Janet, by her middle name. That’s what most people knew her by. It’s in the article.”
Janet read the article about the hometown girl wining the fifty-dollar prize. And she smiled. It was a grainy photo, but it represented the only picture of her mother she had eve
r seen. And Richard got it for her. “How did he find it?” she asked, still staring at that photo.
“He hired an investigator apparently,” said the salesman. “Doesn’t take long these days, not with computers and such.”
Janet understood that. She’d tried searching for pictures of her mother online, too, but found absolutely nothing.
“Anyway,” the salesman said, “I’m here mainly to show you how it works.”
Janet finally looked away from her mother’s picture. “How what works?”
“This car, young lady!”
Janet had to smile herself. She had forgotten all about that car!
And as the salesman attempted to show her how to operate a Mercedes, and even as she sat inside of the beautiful car, it was Richard that was driving her happiness. The red leather seats with the white piping. The wood grain finish even on the doors. That new car smell she’d always heard about! She was over the moon.
Because of Richard. That excitement she felt whenever she was in his presence, had apparently been reciprocated. He was excited too. Why else would he buy her a luxury car? Why else would he hire an investigator to see if he could find a photograph of her mother?
She couldn’t wait to thank him when she saw him again!
But she didn’t see him again. Not that day. Not the next day. Not the day after that. She didn’t even have his phone number to call him, and he certainly didn’t try to get in touch with her. It was baffling to her. And painful. It was like she was told she was about to go on the trip of a lifetime, and she did all the prep work for the trip, only to find out that the trip was canceled.
When she asked Lance if he’d heard from Richard, just to make sure he was okay, Lance gave her startling news. “Why would I hear from him?” he asked. “He went back home the day he gave you that car. But I did just get the word.”
Janet was confused. “What word?”
“Don’t play dumb with me. Give me some credit.”
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