She looked up at me, and swallowed. Then nodded curtly.
I shifted my weight, moving between her thighs until the head of my cock pressed against the soft opening of her body. She bit her bottom lip nervously and held her breath. I almost lost my nerve.
“I won’t hurt you,” I promised.
“You don’t know that,” she said. She was right. I didn’t. Didn’t the first time hurt for girls? Shit! I looked down at my cock. It wasn’t that big, right? If I was careful and slow, it shouldn’t hurt that badly.
She pushed against my shoulders. “Condom!”
“Shit!” I rolled away from her body, allowing her to sit up and scoot off the side of the bed. She walked over to her dresser and opened the top drawer and pulled out a brown paper bag full of condoms of various colors, sizes and varieties. I picked a black “tuxedo” from the pile and turned back to her.
“Do you need help?”
I almost burst out laughing.
“Help? I think I can handle wrangling my penis into a plastic bag.”
She wrapped the blanket over one of her shoulders, obscuring her luscious curves from my sight and let out a light chuckle. “I’ve been practicing. Just in case.”
“Practicing? On who?”
We both laughed.
“On fruits and stuff,” she said.
“Well, my cock is a lot different from a cucumber,” I teased.
“Really? Let me see,” she looked over my shoulder innocently and then wriggled her eyebrows.
“Ooh, bad girl,” I whispered and crawled back into her arms before spreading her legs and finding my place almost instantly. She howled with laughter and I took advantage of the moment, pushing into her soft, wet folds with one hard thrust.
She squeaked, jumped and then held herself perfectly still.
“Does it hurt?”
She pressed her lips together again, her eyes closed and her face twisted in confusion. It was as if she was searching for the pain but couldn’t find it.
“Not exactly. Just...go slow.”
She opened her eyes and turned their fathomless depths on me. It felt like a thousand stars were gathered there and all of them belonged to me.
I moved slowly, rocking my hips back and forth. I could feel her body tightening around mine as she adjusted to having me inside her. It was like sinking my cock into a warm oil massage, with the pleasure making its way through my body. It was a million times better than when I’d pleasured myself and beyond anything I’d imagined. I finally understood why so many guys did so many stupid things to get laid, even if the girl they were chasing was a total waste of space.
“You feel… So good,” she whispered into my ear, wrapping her legs around my waist and hooking her ankles together.
My heart soared and I finally relaxed. I didn’t think about anything else, only pursuing the pleasure filling my veins. Anna held on tight, clawing at my back and biting my ears, neck, shoulders, lips. I knew I was close to coming, but I had no idea how to stop. I felt like a runaway train hurtling down the tracks towards an inevitable ending.
“Fuck... Anna…”
The world disintegrated in an instant as I came. I felt all the tension drained out of my body until there was nothing left. For a minute I felt like I was flying and then I came crashing back down into my body. I rolled away from Anna and closed my eyes, allowing my hands to wander over to her sex as the feeling of contentment filled up my chest. Anna squirmed at my touch and spread a little wider for me. My fingers were drenched with her juices, making it way too easy to slide from her clit and between her folds.
When she moaned again, newfound energy soared through my body. My cock was already starting to stir with desire, but it was going to have to wait. What I wanted was to watch Anna come all over my fingers and to lick her juices clean once she was done.
Positioning myself in front of her, I pushed her legs aside and went to work. My fingers rubbed at her clit, finding a rhythm that drove her wild. She had her teeth sunk so deep into her lower lip that I wasn’t sure she wouldn’t draw blood. That only made me move faster. With my other hand, I slipped a finger into her core and then another. The tint of her virginity stained my fingers and the sheets beneath her, but the wetter she got, the less even that remained.
“Come for me, Anna,” I whispered and felt as her fingers took hold of my hair and her nails fought for purchase in my scalp. My fingers fucked her even harder now…faster… Not stopping until it wasn’t moans that were leaving her lips, but screams of pleasure.
“That was…wow!” she whispered as she caught her breath. She wasn’t wrong.
Anna threw a blanket over us, twining her leg around mine and settling on my chest. We didn’t say anything as the whole room sank into darkness. Only the pale light of the moon remained, etching everything in a dark blue lining.
“When does your mom come back?”
“She said she’ll be home in the morning, but that usually means sometime around noon.”
“How often does she go on these trips?”
Anna pinched my nipple in protest.
“Don’t think that I am just going to sneak you in every time my mom is gone.”
“Of course not...but you could if you wanted to, right?”
“That’s how people get caught. They get greedy and then they get sloppy. Today was enough. Let’s not push our luck…For now. Unless we’re doing it at your place.”
I wrapped my arms around her and kissed the top of her head. She was right. People get greedy and then they lose the good things they have. For me, I wouldn’t trade today in for anything. No matter how good sex might be with somebody else, it would never be as good as it was with her. I was sure of it.
Chapter 16
NOW
Angelique pulled her panties up her thighs and straightened her skirt out.
“We better get back,” I said, looking up the stairs as I zipped up my pants. “Where do we put this?”
She took the used condom from my hand and tossed it into a wastepaper basket in the corner with expert precision.
“Won’t her parents see it?”
Angelique smirked.
“You think her parents don’t know what happens down here? They stay upstairs, but they aren’t dumb. Teenagers are going to fuck, at least we were smart enough to use protection.”
She grabbed my hand and led me back up the stairs. Nobody said anything but a few of the guys gave me a strange look. Everybody knew what happened down there. I was just the last to find out.
After about an hour, Angelique stopped pretending to be even mildly interested in the game. She got what she came here for, and she was ready to go. I should have been offended, but I was not. I was ready to leave as well. This was a mistake, and every moment I spent here with her, confirmed that for me.
I know I’m not normal when it comes to things like this, but I never wanted to spend my weekends hooking up with whichever girl was available to me. What happened between Angelique and me was alright. No man in this world would ever complain about getting his dick wet. It’s just that afterward, I was hoping we’d feel...I don’t know, SOMETHING. Instead, there was a big fat nothing where something should have been.
I took her home and promised to text when I got home myself. She said something about seeing me at school on Monday. I smiled and nodded. She did the same. It was not working out and I regretted that. Not that I regretted giving it a try. I regretted flaunting it, throwing it in Anna’s face the way I did. I’m not quite sure why I gave a damn. Some relationships are just fucking impossible to shake.
Who I chose to bang was none of Anna’s business. Somewhere deep down, I couldn’t seem to muster up the strength to feel the same when I thought about the tables turning. Anna in that basement, coming to the tune of another man’s cock. Just the thought that it could happen made me see red.
Chapter 17
the night of the accident
I don’t know how many drinks I had.
I also don‘t care. But really, I should have just gone home, planned and plotted my revenge there.
“Eva?”
Anna’s startled face is the last thing I want to see right now. I chose this corner to sit in because the lights are dim and the people milling around are either drunk or so high that they’re barely conscious. Nobody could see me. Nobody except perfect, innocent, little Anna, who is of course, sober.
She looks like she got dressed without looking in the mirror. She always looks that way. She hasn‘t bothered to iron the tacky faded denim coveralls that she’s wearing. Just like she hasn‘t bothered to iron anything…ever.
“I see you’re wearing your party jeans!” I smile and she smiles back, but it’s not real for either of us. I am insulting her, and the dumb bitch is too clueless to catch on. And as for her…she pities me. I can see it in her face. So badly do I want to take that pity and shove it so far up her ass that even Adam doesn’t have a goddamn chance of reaching it.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m just fine.”
She points to the cup in my hand, her thin, but untamed eyebrow arched.
“How many have you had, Eva?”
I shrug. None of her business is the right answer, but I go for something a tad more civil. “A few. Maybe.”
“Stand up.”
I’m not sure why, but the tone of her voice makes me angry. Why is she telling me what to do? What makes her think she has the right? Adam and I might be twins, but just because she’s fucking my brother, doesn’t mean she’s fucking me.
“Excuse me?”
“Stand up. If the world starts spinning, you’re drunk. If not, then you’re okay. But either way, you should probably ease up.”
“And how would you know that, Saint Anna? You’ve never had a drink in your life.”
She bops her head from side to side, calmly.
“True. I’m just going off of hearsay. But it seems like a pretty sensible solution,” she says, blushing lightly as she speaks.
I roll my eyes. “Where’s Adam?”
“He’s taking a friend home.” She scratches at her head, thinking. “Not sure what his name is, but he was in pretty bad shape?”
“And he left you here alone?” I laugh.
It hardly feels true. My brother never went anywhere without his girl. Much less to leave her alone at a party.
She holds up his keys and jingles them in my face. The only thing Adam loves as much as Anna is that damned car. Despite our father offering to buy him something reasonable he insisted on restoring that old bucket of bolts and cruising around like it’s a luxury sedan. If she has his keys, then she’s telling the truth. And if he left without the car he’ll be back soon. More importantly, if she wanted to leave, she could. He would find them both later. His girl and his car. The two pathetic loves of his life.
Seeing the evidence of Adam’s love for Anna dangling from her dirty fingers is infuriating. I tried so hard with Damon. I did everything a good girlfriend should do and what did that get me? A front row seat to him balls deep in a pile of trash is where it got me.
How the hell could I not have known that he didn’t fucking love me. I’m a woman. We have instincts. Good fucking instincts. We pay attention to clues, to details. We know what real affection feels like. How could I not have known that he was such a piece of shit?
I feel bile rise to my throat every time I think about them together. Damon isn’t perfect. We weren’t even perfect together. But I kept trying because that’s what you do when you’re in love. You don’t give up. And after all of that effort he threw me away to be with a girl who could barely spell her own name. It’s unfair. It’s infuriating and humiliating. When Monday comes around, he’ll no doubt parade her on his arm like a fucking auction trophy and he’ll do it in front of the entire school. All our friends. All our enemies. And how will everyone look at me?
Me!
Dumped!
Not that the rumor mill isn’t already spinning. It’s likely that those idiots outside in the hall heard everything. In fact, if they did, they have the inside scoop. It’s probably circulating through the party while I sit in the corner drinking my sorrows away like a loser and trying hard not to cry.
“Hey, you don’t look too great. Are you sure you’re okay?” Anna gives me another one of her “poor you” looks and grabs my hand.
“I’m great!” I stand up and the world wobbles slightly, but it doesn’t spin. What did that mean? “Hey, before you hear it from anybody else, I’m here to break up with Damon.”
Anna’s eyes are wide with…shock! Is she really surprised or just dense? I decide that it’s probably both.
What did that say about me, though? If I was being honest with myself, I would have to admit that deep down, I knew that what happened with Damon was bound to happen. No matter how much I wanted him it was clear that we were a mismatch. I’d dreamed that this would be my “good girl falls for bad boy” romance. We were different, but we’d make love work. The only problem was that those stories required two people who loved each other, and he never loved me. Never.
It hurt even to admit it to myself.
“Should I call Adam?”
Anna pulls her cell phone out of her pocket and prepares to call my brother. My hand shoots out and I push the phone away to stop her. If she calls, he’ll drop whatever he’s doing and come find her. But, that isn’t what I want. I want him to come because I called. I want him to constantly look for me the way he looks for her. I want to be the girl on his arm, the way we used to be before we both grew up. I want to be his Little Princess again. But he isn’t ruled by a princess anymore. Adam has found his queen.
One with dirty fingernails and split ends, poor handwriting and messy habits. I sound so petty, but that petty jealousy starts to burn white hot in my chest. It’s actually a welcomed distraction from the pain of my heartbreak.
“Anna!”
I spin around to face the last person I want to see this evening. Angelique is still dewy and glowing from what I assume was rough sex with my boyfriend. She’s gotten dressed and except for having messy hair, looks fucking great. Even when she is fully clothed, which isn’t very often, she’s the kind of girl who always looks naked. No matter how she dresses you can’t forget that right under her clothes is her naked, soft, skin.
She smiles at Anna and the two stand close together, as if they are friends.
“I didn’t expect you to be here. Where’s Adam?”
“Why does everybody keep saying that? You know, I do occasionally like to go out and have fun too. And sometimes that happens to be without Adam.”
“Occasionally.”
“Yeah, you know, whenever there’s a full moon and my keeper leaves the cage unlocked,” she laughs.
Angelique laughs too, looking past her and at me. I roll my eyes and lift my drink to my lips.
At this point I’m not even sure what I’m drinking anymore. These two bitches have stolen the only two men who I have ever given a damn about and they have the nerve to be happy about it.
“Hey, what are you drinking?” Angelique snatches the glass from my hand and sniffs it before putting it to her lips. “Wow, Chica, that’s a pretty powerful punch. Be careful.” I’d very much like to show her what an actual powerful punch feels like. But, keeping it together and all, I don’t ball my fist and pummel it against her nose. No, revenge doesn’t work like that. Not the good kind, at least.
“Yeah, don’t overdo it,” Anna says.
“I’m fine!” I shout and walk away. I swallow every drop of liquor in the cup on the way out of the room and throw the cup over my shoulder before finding another and settling in a different corner. This time I’m in a room where everybody but me seems to be swapping bodily fluids. It doesn’t matter to me. I’m drowning in my misery.
I don’t know how long I’m there before I feel a tap on my shoulder. I look up into the same make-up free face that I thought I’d escaped. I’m learning
to despise Anna even more. Who would have thought that was possible?
“Why don’t you go home?” she asks and that hate shoots up another notch. It’s her voice. Her stupid caring voice that makes me want to just… I don’t know, tell the truth.
“I can’t go home.” The sounds and colors in the room begin to feel very soothing to me and the pain in my chest is almost bearable. Maybe it’s the liquor, or maybe it’s the fact that I am feeling vulnerable, but I know I’m going to put it all out on the table.
“Why not?”
“I can’t go back there like this! I can’t go back and cry!” I feel the tears I’ve been fighting finally win and slip down my cheeks. “Nobody can know.”
“It’s okay, Eva. Everybody is sad after a breakup.”
“Really? How many have you had?”
That shuts her up. I give her a smug grin.
“Exactly, so DON’T act like you know anything. Why am I even telling you anything? You want to tell me I’m drunk, but you never drink. You want to tell me about heartbreak, but you’ve only dated one person and he thinks the sun rises and sets in your asshole. So, don’t tell me what I can and can’t do, or how I can and can’t feel, Anna!”
“I just meant—”
“Shut up! Nobody cares what you meant.”
The room begins to feel like a warm bath, and I am sliding right into it.
“Nobody wants to see you upset, Eva.” That’s when the tears begin to flow freely. I weep…more like sob. I sob hard. The sound is like the splitting of a rock and all of my frustrations begin to pour out. I bend at the waist as tears and vomit spill out of me.
Anna stands directly in front of me, not running, but not helping either. She watches, her stupid innocent face slack with surprise as I empty my guts. When I’m done being sick all over the floor, she hands me a tissue and pulls my hair out of my face.
“Are you okay?”
There it is again. That look of pity and mild disgust on her face. I’m about to lash out at her when a set of eyes from behind her catches my attention. Damon. Did he see it? How long has he been standing there?
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