“You can still go back to her?”
He snorts. “Yeah, right. And lose you? Sierra is great but you…” He looks at me and his cheeks pink. “You’re you. I’ve wanted you for years. You’re the hottest girl in school.”
“I totally want to kiss you again right now,” I whisper so only he can hear because we’re in a thickening crowd of people. His eyes tell me he shares the same sentiments. That is until I broach the Sierra topic again. “Did she cry for long?”
“I don’t know, I kind of ran away.”
I laugh. I know I shouldn’t find it funny. It’s just nice knowing I won and he thinks I’m hotter than her. “She’ll move on eventually.”
“Yeah,” he agrees and peers down at me with an odd look on his face.
“What?”
“You’re just really beautiful.”
I feel my face heat and shove him roughly away from me.
He laughs and follows me into the school where we unfortunately part ways for next period.
Later, after school ends, we head to Molly’s for more NYC planning and just because she has the biggest bedroom. I really want to go home and be with Travis, but I can’t start abandoning my friends now that I have a boyfriend I really like. That’s not how this shit works.
Travis: Is it normal to be this hard constantly after sex?
I smile but don’t reply as the girls and I are busy filling a scrapbook full of places in NYC that we want to eat and visit. We’ve called it, “Our Bites of the Big Apple.”
I can be creative sometimes.
“Have you talked to your parents yet?” Bris asks, no judgment in her eyes.
I shake my head. “Not until I know I’m getting in.”
“The rate you’ve been going there’s no way you won’t,” Molly says and squeezes my shoulder. “Snacks anyone?”
“Duh.” Cella turns the scrapbook her way and uses a glue stick to add a picture of a hyped-up nightclub where celebrities go. “I’m so excited, guys. If y’all let me down, I’ll never forgive you.” She gives me a pointed look. “Chicks before dicks, remember?”
“I know, I know.”
“I never thought of that,” Bris says, looking concerned. “Isn’t Travis going to Stanford?”
I nod sadly. “We’ll be on opposite ends of the map.”
“Are you doing long distance?”
I shake my head. “If we even make it that far, I wouldn’t do that to him or myself.” They look at me blankly. “Dude, we’re having sex and having fun. It’s not like we’re in love or anything.”
“Well, if that happens, you’re not fucking abandoning us.”
“Duh.”
We go back to our scrapbook and Molly reenters the room with a bowl full of potato chips and a large bottle of cola.
“You know I don’t drink that shit, it’s bad for my teeth,” Cella says, tapping her nail against her pearly whites.
I roll my eyes. “If you cared about your teeth you wouldn’t smoke.”
“She has a point.”
“Stop ganging up on me. I’ll quit when I’m ready.”
“You’ll quit before New York or you can’t sit with us!” Bris screeches in jest making Molly and me laugh.
“Seriously though,” I add when we stop laughing. “She’s right. You’ve got to quit before New York. Nobody smokes anymore. You’re killing yourself and nobody will want to kiss you.”
“That and I don’t much care for hanging out with a baldy when you get cancer,” Molly puts in and I have to stifle my laugh with my fist against my lips.
Bris nods thoughtfully, her expression stern. “You just don’t have the face for no hair, Cella.”
Cella gapes at her like a fish before flipping her off and grumbling under her breath.
“If it comes to that though, can I be the one that shaves your head?” I plead and seconds later a pillow hits me in the face sending me flying backwards.
“That’s what you get,” Cella mutters but it only makes us laugh harder.
“New York with you guys,” I say as I sit up and hug Cella’s arm, “is going to be fucking amazing.”
* * *
When I arrive home, Shonda is cooking dinner and Dad is vacuuming the den. I kiss and hug them both before creeping upstairs. Apparently, my new lover is in his bedroom with Duncan and Preston.
I can hear them whispering as I approach the door and can hear them clearly with my ear pressed up against it. There are times when you eavesdrop and hear nothing, and other times when you hear the best shit possible.
It’s Preston’s voice that I hear first, his tone hushed and muffled through the wood but definitely audible. “I just can’t believe you’re not a virgin anymore, and Raven Kendrick was your first.”
“Nah, dude, she’s way too hot. He’s bluffing,” Duncan whisper-shouts and I press my lips together.
“Yeah, she’s seriously hot. Like, you’ve seen her tits? For real? What are her nipples like?” That is definitely Preston.
I can’t believe he just asked that.
I wonder if Travis will…
“They’re small and perfectly round. Like little buttons with—”
I slam open the door making Preston and Duncan scream like little girls.
“Gonna die…” I hear Duncan cry through his scream.
Travis’ wide eyes come to mine and his lips form the shape of an O as his friends stop screaming but stare at me with equally surprised and fearful expressions.
“Are you really describing my nipples to your friends?”
“Has he really seen them?” Preston asks, staring directly at my boobs.
Travis smacks him around the back of his head before giving me a really awkward and forced smile.
I close the door behind me to protect us from the ears of the parentals and fold my arms over my chest.
“You have really nice boobs, I was just…” he starts but it trails off when he sees my expression.
“Oh man, he actually did,” Duncan whispers to Preston as Travis and I stare each other down.
“No way,” Preston whispers back.
“I’m sorry,” Travis finally says and steps toward me.
I let my hands tease the edge of my top that just skims my belly button. “Would you like me to show them myself?”
“Yes!” Preston cries, clasping his hands under his chin.
Travis’ eyes darken. “You better be kidding.”
“If you’re going to show and tell my tits to all your buddies then why don’t I cut out the lip work and give them a real visual?” I raise my top and inch.
Travis grabs my wrists and glares at me. “Not funny, Raven.”
“So you don’t like sharing?”
“No.”
“Then don’t fucking share,” I snap and push his face away with my palm.
I turn and stomp to my own room, Travis follows but I slam the door in his face.
I’m not actually all that mad, but I’m not letting him get away with that shit.
Sure, I don’t mind him talking to his friends about sex or whatever, but to outright describe my body and the shit I do in detail is extremely disrespectful. I’m hoping my point was made.
I hear Preston and Duncan exit the house not too long later, and as expected, there’s a knock at my door.
When I don’t answer, because I’m still stewing, he tries the handle, but of course, I locked it.
Less than three minutes later he’s at my window pulling it open.
He climbs inside and eyes me warily.
“On a scale of one to ten, how mad are you?”
“Three,” I reply, smiling at him from my place on the floor. I’m sitting in a purple beanbag that I usually keep behind the door.
He drops to his knees in front of me and pulls me to a more upright position. The beanbag makes a shuffling sound as I adjust.
His fingers push my hair behind my ears. “Am I still allowed to kiss you?”
“Are you going to tel
l your friends all about it?”
He winces. “No. I promise. I’m sorry.”
“I don’t mind you talking about us with your bros to a certain extent. I can guarantee I’m doing it too. But to go into detail, or to shade each other is not okay.”
Nodding sadly, he presses his forehead to mine. “I’m sorry.”
I press my lips to his to accept his apology and deepen it when he relaxes.
He hums against my mouth and pulls me off the beanbag to lay me on the floor.
The fact we’re acting like this while the parentals are just downstairs is so fucking hot.
“Think you can be quiet?” I whisper, arching up to kiss his neck.
He nods, his pupils dilating, so I reach between us and pull him free of his jeans. It’s a little tricky but I get there, and I love the way he feels. So hard, hot, and thick. His girth is unmatched.
Lucky guy.
I slip one leg out of my yoga pants and panties and lie back on the rug.
He hovers over me on a strong, trembling arm as he slides inside in one strong thrust.
I have to clasp my hand over his mouth.
“Shhh,” I whisper, keeping an ear alert to footsteps on the stairs. Nothing yet but we can’t be too careful.
Dad just stopped vacuuming.
He buries his face in my neck and holds my shoulders as he starts to thrust against me, pushing in to the hilt and sliding back out just enough to cause the best friction.
The ground under my back burns but it only adds to the sensation of it all.
I whimper quietly and reach between us to manipulate my clit. Just to speed things up a bit. It’s not like we have a lot of time.
Before I know it I’m biting his shoulder to stop myself from crying out as wave after wave of a powerful orgasm rushes through me.
“I love that feeling when you come,” he whispers, slamming into me a few more times. “It’s heaven. Pure heaven.”
Panting, I remove my hand and grip his ass to help him reach deeper. He obliges, slamming harder and harder as his own release nears.
His climax hits him as hard as mine hit me. So hard his entire body spasms with it.
It’s so hot. He’s so hot.
We laugh quietly, eyes meeting before lips, but then we hear footsteps on the stairs and we both curse, panic, and I practically throw him out of my bedroom window and onto the low roof, trying not to laugh when he stumbles with his pants around his knees.
Seconds later there’s a knock at my door so I spray my vanilla body mist into the air and pull it open.
“I don’t want to buy anything today,” I tell my dad jokingly and try to close the door in his face.
“How about a parental lecture on not taking shit out of your pockets before you put it in the hamper?” He slaps my wallet onto my chest before walking away.
“Sorry, Pops,” I call after him.
Travis pokes his head out of his door when my dad has descended the stairs. “Close call.”
“You think?” I hiss and we laugh quietly together. “Anyway, I’ve got homework to do.”
“Need my help?”
“No, you’ll just distract me. You’re too sexy.”
His cheeks pink and he clears his throat before ducking back into his bedroom and leaving me to peace in mine.
“Is this how it’s going to be now whenever we’re all alone?” Duncan asks as Travis and I share our fiftieth kiss of the morning.
It’s Saturday and we’re playing Dungeon Quest as planned.
“We could die any second,” I say, smiling before pecking Travis’ lips one more time. He groans and Preston makes gagging faces to Duncan. “I want to be kissing when I die.”
“Can you not?” Duncan places the final pieces on the floor around the map. “It’s like watching soft porn. I’m a virgin. I don’t want a boner all day.”
“Ew. TMI,” I say through an awkward laugh, then kiss Travis one more time before shifting away from him.
He leans over to bite my neck but stops when Preston forces us apart with his hands on our heads, and then he sits between us.
I laugh at the hilarity of it and we get down and dirty with some goblins in a tunnel of doom.
I’m surprised when Bris turns up and joins in.
Her narrow lips, wide, gray eyes and maniacal laugh make the game that little bit more fun and also menacing.
Especially when she decides to play the villain and essentially fucks us over every turn. It gives it the edge we’ve been missing.
After a couple of hours of that, we all move to the poolside where Travis and I keep our distance, Dad grills steaks, Shonda reads a book on a lounger and Brett, Cella, and Molly all join us after a few texts.
Life is so fucking good right now. Not just for me but for all of us.
Over the next couple of weeks we’re inseparable, but we have to be careful with it. My dad and Shonda don’t seem to suspect but my dad did comment on how close Travis and I are now. That made me nervous but I don’t think he even thought we might be sleeping together. Dad probably likes to pretend I’m a virgin. Still, we have cooled off our friendship a bit, or what they see of it anyway.
Shonda did ask me if I was on contraception though when somebody in junior year got pregnant. Word got around even though I don’t know the girl in question. She gave me a talk, I showed her my implant and told her about my collection of rubbers. She nodded, seemingly appeased and hasn’t spoken of it since.
Although she did nearly catch Travis and me at it in the garage when we were supposed to be working out. She was supposed to be having a nap, instead she brought us ice to keep cool because there’s no air-conditioning in the garage.
It was so fucking awkward. My stretchy pants wouldn’t go up because of how sweaty I was and Travis stumbled over the weight bench while trying to tie his shoe.
Luckily she figured the sweat, breathlessness, and flushed appearance of us both was down to the working out, not making out and foreplay we were doing.
Days have blurred by, bringing with it spring break, at last. A whole week off in scorching weather. Me, my girls, my boy, his boys, and a lot of fun.
Time is just zooming away on a roller coaster without a stopping point. It’s making me sad because finals are around the corner and NYC is around the corner after that. Adulthood just seems to be getting closer and closer.
I try not to think about it and what it means for Travis and me. There’s also my dad too.
I rationalize it by telling myself I’m having fun right now. I don’t need to say anything. I’ll tell them after spring break, where we go camping again, destroy Dungeon Quest, skinny dip at Diamond Waters, spend way too much of our allowance on shakes, and just take such amazing care of each other.
There’s no drama between Travis and me, no bad moods, no funny looks, no dishonesty… on his part. He’s so easy to be with. He’s happy for me to do my own thing, or to impose on his.
We don’t argue, or cuss at each other, or hate each other at all in any way.
It’s just sweet moments, amazing sex, and good times.
He’s going to be so hard to leave.
Shonda and my dad are getting anxious, they take Travis and me to tour Stanford University. It’s only two hours from home, so it’s the perfect choice for Travis who is a homebody. It’s an amazing college with an excellent reputation and Travis, because he’s smart as shit, will get a full ride there.
My reputation, my GPA, and everything else means I’ll never get in.
They tell me so during the tour too.
The moment they tell us, Travis’ face falls and his demeanor totally changes.
When we get home and Shonda and Dad try to approach the subject with me about other colleges in the area, I tell them to wait until school starts, that I have something in mind.
That night is the only night so far that I haven’t sneaked into Travis’ room and him into mine. We both have a lot on our minds. If only he knew just how far my
mind has wandered.
My girls have my back the next day, the last day of spring break. They come the moment I call.
“You really need to tell them,” Cella implores. “It’s not fair.”
“I know,” I agree, resting my head on Molly’s shoulder. She’s next to me. We’re all at the pool with our feet in the water. “I just want them to get excited about Travis for a while first before they start worrying about me.”
“He’s definitely in then?”
I nod.
Molly plays with the back of my hair. “We’ll figure it out.”
“Are you in love with him?” Bris asks, leaning around Cella to look at my face.
I roll my eyes. “Hell no. I’m still coming with you guys. I want to get out of here as much as the rest of you.”
“So why do you look like you’re about to cry?” Cella can see right through me.
“If NYC isn’t going to make you happy then we won’t be too mad if you don’t come,” Molly says reassuringly. “We love you no matter what.”
“Everything is planned. I’m really excited.” It’s genuinely true. I am excited and I do want to go. I’ll have my entire life to be with the man I love, have babies, and work on my career. If I choose to stay now instead of go with my girls we’ll never get this chance again because in a few years all of us will have men or women to love and live with. We won’t have time to just be us together. Besides, Travis and I are just a fun senior fling. We’ll miss each other but it’s not the end of the world. We’ll still see each other at Christmas and Thanksgiving. If I get a job and save I’ll be able to afford to come back every year. “I just don’t want anybody getting hurt because of me.”
“They’re going to get hurt, it’s inevitable,” Molly says with a shrug that knocks my head backwards. I kick my legs in the clear water and watch the surface ripple. “It’s a Band-Aid you’ve got to rip off as soon as possible.”
“Yeah,” I reply on a sigh. “You’re so fucking right and I hate it.”
I’ve never seen Travis’ dad before, not a picture, not a video, not a glimpse. But I know this is him at my door with a sealed envelope in his hand.
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