by CM Wondrak
“No,” Tenley said, revealing that she’d lied without remorse to her friend and her family, and that made me proud. As long as she never lied to me. If she did… well, if she did, we would cross that bridge later. “I knew you were here, and I wanted to see you.” One of her hands rested on my chest beside her head. “Be with you, I mean. Not just see you from a distance.”
That was a feeling I knew all too well, a feeling I had to wrestle with more often than I’d like to admit. Every day that passed, knowing Tenley was so close but I couldn’t have her yet… it was like torture. Fucking miserable.
She let out a breathy sigh, and it was like music to my ears, a sound I would gladly hear day in and day out. “I can’t wait until the day when we don’t have to be apart. It’s so hard.” Tenley almost sounded as if she was whining, but she wasn’t. She was merely stating the facts, facts I wholeheartedly agreed with.
Being away from her was the hardest thing I’d ever had to do.
“I know,” I said, rubbing her back. “Soon enough we won’t have to worry about any of that.” That was a promise to her, a promise to myself. I’d made it this far, we’d both come this far with each other; I’d be damned if this was how we spent the rest of our lives. No, I would find us a place, far away from this town, where no one knew our faces, where no one knew our names. We would carve out our own place in history, and she would be in my bed every single night, fall asleep in my arms, as she should. Things would be perfect once we got out of here.
“How long?” she asked. “How long until we can go? I don’t care about staying until graduation—as long as I’m with you, I don’t care about anything.” Desperate, genuine words, I knew she meant each one.
Tenley had fallen under my spell, just as I’d fallen under hers. Our love might not be normal, it might not be something other people would understand, but none of that mattered.
I ran a hand over her head, fingers tangling in her blonde waves as those big baby blues stared up at me, eager to run away and start a new life with me. “I’m working on it,” I told her. “I’m doing all I can.” I paused, my heart starting to beat a little faster—how could it not when I held onto the girl of my dreams?
And then I asked her something.
“Do you trust me?”
Tenley’s lips curled into a smile as she gazed up at me, her innocence laid bare before me. She looked like a vixen in black, looked older than her eighteen years with makeup on her face. She was beauty personified. My angel. The light to my darkness.
It took her a moment, but eventually she spoke, “With my life.” She moved, running both hands up my chest before curling them around my neck, pulling me down toward her. “With all of my heart,” she added before pressing her lips on mine.
It was a kiss that backed up her words, a soft but eager kiss that told me she meant it all. Tenley would do anything I asked of her; she trusted me. She loved me. She was mine, just as she was always meant to be.
Without breaking our lip lock, I spun us, pinning her against the tree, my hips digging against hers as the ache in my balls began to solidify into a hardness of my cock. I wanted her. I wanted to take her so fucking badly it was insane. I never knew true desire until recently, until I’d gotten out and seen the beautiful, gorgeous girl she’d become. The imagination was nothing compared to reality, and ten years of fantasizing about this moment had done nothing to prepare me.
We stayed like that for a while, perched on a hill, far enough away from the cemetery workers who were filling Kyle’s grave with fresh dirt. Out of their sight, the tree hid us from their view. No one else was near to call out to us, to tell us how inappropriate it was to make out and grind against each other in a cemetery.
Good, because if someone came up to me right now and told me we shouldn’t be doing this in a cemetery, I think I’d fucking kill them. Rip them apart piece by piece and leave them torn up while I took my girl against their dying body.
Fuck them. Fuck everyone. Fuck every last person who would dare judge us.
And, more importantly, fuck Tenley, but in the good way.
As much as I knew we shouldn’t let this escalate, I couldn’t help my thoughts from roaming there. I had to have her, had to know what that tight little body felt like when I was inside her. My cock was rock hard, bulging against my pants, begging to be released and stuffed inside of her, buried in her wet cunt.
Oh, God, I couldn’t wait. I’d waited ten years for this, for her, and now I could wait no longer. I had to have her. Had to know. Tenley had to become mine in every way, and I needed it right this second.
I bit her lower lip, causing her to groan into my mouth, her body arching against mine. We were like that for a while, entangled in each other, my body rubbing against hers and probably causing some bruising on her back. She didn’t complain, though. She was just as hungry and as wanting of me as I was her.
A breeze blew past us, and I broke my mouth off hers to peek around the tree and see the progress of the men filling the hole. Looked like they were nearly done, a fresh patch of dirt a square over Kyle’s final resting place.
It came to me, and of course there would be no other way to do it. Oh, I would have Tenley today—I would have her right on top of the boy who thought he was good enough to spend time with her. Right on top of his fucking grave.
I felt a smile crossing my face, and I looked back to Tenley, a hand moving to her neck and gripping it tenderly. Not enough to choke her, but enough to get her attention, to get those blue eyes focused on me and what I was about to say.
“When those guys clean up, there’s something I think you and I should do,” I murmured, leaning my nose against hers. I heard her breathing hitch in the back of her throat, and I resisted the urge I had to yank up her dress and stick my cock inside her right here, right now. The only thing that stopped me was the fact that we would be doing it soon, in the one place we probably shouldn’t.
But fuck Kyle. Fuck everything, especially the girl between me and the tree.
“What?” Her question came out airy, her cheeks flushed. Even though I’d only touched her over her clothes, even though I hadn’t dipped a hand down between her legs to stroke her, she looked unraveled and undone. Still gorgeous but disheveled and hungry.
I smirked, the anticipation of waiting for the men to clear out gnawing at my insides. I didn’t think my cock could ache any more than it did. I was beyond ready to claim Tenley for once and for all, forever mark her as mine. “I want to fuck you on top of his grave,” I whispered, fingers curling around her throat just a bit tighter than they were mere moments ago, a signal that I was not joking.
Tenley let out a breathy sigh, the corners of her lips curling upward in a sly grin. A mischievous look glimmered in her eyes, and I knew she was down for it. My girl was down for anything and everything, as long as I’d be there with her, and knowing she was willing made the desire in my gut burn like molten lava.
This girl… if anyone would be the death of me, it was her.
Our mouths met again, both of us unbelievably ready to run towards that fresh grave and get down and dirty on top of it. While my one hand kept hold on her neck, the other moved lower. Though it pained me to stop grinding my erection against her, I had to feel her, had to help get her body ready for my cock.
My fingers greedily grasped at the side of her dress, hiking it up somewhat. I rubbed her over her tights at first, feeling her immediately mewl against me. Tenley liked that. She seemed to like it quite a lot.
She liked it even more when I yanked down her tights and her panties and slid my fingers along her slit, rubbing between her folds and pinching her clit.
Fuck, this girl. This girl made me feel so alive.
My tongue pushed into her mouth, and I devoured whatever moans escaped her as I rubbed her between her legs. My cock was probably dripping precum, but it would have its time soon enough. Right now, I wanted to make her cunt as wet as I could before taking her to the grave and fucking her
on top of it.
She was easy to play, easier to bring to the brink. Tenley’s body was on overdrive, for it did not take long to make her shake with an orgasm, for her muscles to tense and a cry to surge up her throat. It was a cry I swallowed, mostly to keep her quiet, because as long as the workers were over there, I didn’t want them to know we were here.
It was a deliciously muffled sound, the sound of her coming, the sound of pleasure dominating her small body, those tits heaving beneath her dress.
By the time the workers were gone and Kyle’s grave was empty, the sun had set, and my girl was as wet as she could be.
I didn’t doubt this place officially closed at nightfall, so we had to hurry this up, lest the cops get called. The police were some people I didn’t want close to us, for obvious reasons. The restraining order Kayla had got the judge to approve was one of them. Plus, they’d run my ID and see that I had gone to jail for kidnapping, so there was that, too.
But that was fine. With the way my dick ached for her, I knew having a quickie above a grave wouldn’t take too long.
Yanking up her tights and pulling down her dress—if only for the walk over to Kyle’s grave—I pulled my mouth off hers and took her hand, leading her right to it. This was a grave that would not be here if she hadn’t entangled Kyle into our lives, but here we were. I didn’t pity the boy; he should’ve known a girl like Tenley was already spoken for.
We stood at the foot of the newly-placed dirt, its brown packed down and covering the casket that dwelled below. A headstone that spoke about what a great son Kyle was, how he was gone too soon, stood at the head of it. The early night sky was above us, bits of the sky still purple, but within another half hour, I knew it would be nothing but black.
Tenley gripped my hand harder, glancing up at me, the eagerness plain in her eyes. She said nothing, but she didn’t have to. Within a moment I had her laying down on the dirt, my body following shortly, pinning hers down. I nuzzled the crook of her neck, biting a tender spot and making her shiver as I fumbled to once more bunch up her dress and yank down her tights and the panties underneath to expose her most intimate part. That sweet, wet cunt that was more than ready to take me in.
Next came my belt and my pants. I didn’t pull them down all the way, just enough to free my hard cock and let the cool breeze of the early night caress it.
I locked eyes with her. Tenley, lying beneath me, was everything I wanted. My voice came out gravelly as I spoke, “Are you ready, love?”
All she could do was nod.
It was all I needed. It wasn’t as if I ever thought she’d tell me no, that she wasn’t ready, that she’d changed her mind and didn’t want me to fuck her above Kyle’s grave, but I supposed you never knew.
I took hold of the base of my cock, running my fist along my length once, feeling the ache in my balls. Positioning myself at her entrance, I released my grip and pushed my hips toward her, filling her cunt up inch after inch, listening to the gasp that left her as my cock entered her. Such a sweet, delicious sound.
Fuck, I’d waited so long for this. So very long. This almost felt like a dream, but even dreams could not hold a candle to the feeling of Tenley’s tight, wet cunt wrapped around my hard length.
Her body was on fire, as was mine. Our union had been written in the stars from the beginning, and we were slaves to its design. There would never be anyone else for me out there, just as I hoped I would forever hold her heart in my hands.
Instinct took over, the primal urge to seek out pleasure in another’s body taking hold of me. I began to thrust my hips in a steady rhythm, dragging my length in and out of her cunt with ease. So wet I could hear the sounds of our sex rising in the air, a thrill of the night. Tenley’s arms were on my sides, but she could do nothing but take my cock and take it well, moaning every so often as I took her.
Mine. She was mine. It was all I could think about as I fucked her, marking my territory, swearing to both Tenley and myself that I would never let anyone come between us again. Not the law, not her friend, not her fucking aunt.
After this, I knew I had to hurry up with the planning, because there was no way in hell I would be able to last long without having her in my bed every night. Her tight cunt… it was addicting in the best way. I would never be able to get enough of it.
My thrusting grew harder, and I didn’t bother to devour the cries that came from her. At this point, anyone could walk up on us and clearly see that we were having sex on top of a fresh grave, but I didn’t care. I was too lost in her, in her body and the way her core felt around my cock. I was a slave to my instincts, filling her up again and again and never getting my fill.
Sweat lined my brow, and I felt the first urges to release in my balls. I should pull out, I should come on the dirt or something—Tenley did have to go home after this—but the mere thought of not filling her up with my cum was one of the worst thoughts I could have. No, I had to mark her. Had to come inside that cunt and coat her insides with my seed.
My back tensed, my middle jerking as I filled her up, my cock as deep into her cunt as it could go as I came with a vengeance. Heated pleasure poured out of me, cum shooting from my tip and filling her as a guttural groan left me.
The bliss was almost too much; I nearly collapsed on top of her when it was over, but I managed to hold myself up, a part of me not wanting to pull out of her. I wanted to stay buried in her core, my seed locked away in there, where it always should be.
There was no denying it. Tenley was mine, finally mine in every possible way, and I would fight like hell to keep her at my side.
Though it was the last thing I wanted to do, I pulled out of her, stuffing myself away and fixing my pants and belt before helping her do the same. My cum would leak onto those panties, and it filled me with a certain type of satisfaction to know it.
Still, if I knew her aunt, which I did, I knew Tenley wasn’t on any type of birth control. Kayla had kept her on a tight leash all these years, hardly letting her out of the house until recently. Because of that, before I took her home, we had to make a little pit stop.
But it was fine. I would run in, buy what we needed, while Tenley sat in my car with a pair of wet panties.
Chapter Thirteen – Tenley
Enzo dropped me off down the road, so Kayla wouldn’t see his car or him. I kept what he’d gotten close to my chest as I walked, the night air blowing by me in a slow, rolling breeze. I’d dusted off my dress and fixed my hair while I waited in his car at the store. I hoped I looked presentable and not like I’d just rolled around on top of a grave and had sex.
Even though that’s exactly what I just did, with the man who Kayla would absolutely die if she knew I was with him.
I made it home. I’d texted Kayla when I was on my way that Aubree would be dropping me off, so she needed to unlock the front door. And, thankfully, she’d gotten the message and left it unlocked for me. It was only eight o’clock, so it wasn’t too late, but with how early she had to be up to take me to school, she was already in the living room, bundled up beneath a blanket, watching whatever show she liked to watch on Sundays.
Something about zombies, I think, which was well and fine, but I feel like, if the world was going to end, it would not end in a fiery zombie apocalypse. It’d probably be a slow die-off, or climate change or something. I don’t know.
When I walked inside the house, I made sure to keep the small bag from the store out of Kayla’s sight. Luckily she didn’t get up off the couch as I came in, but she did turn her head around and watch me lock the front door.
“How is Aubree doing? She looked pretty broken up,” Kayla said.
I headed to the stairs, saying, “It’s going to take a while, I think, but she’ll be fine.”
“You’re a good friend.” It was the last thing I heard my aunt say before I made it up the steps and into the bathroom.
I flicked on the light and locked the door behind me, setting down the bag before me. I breathed hard, meeti
ng my reflection in the mirror. I’d had sex. I’d had sex on top of Kyle’s grave. My mind kept replaying it, how good it had felt to become one with Enzo, to see his face as he came, the darkness in his eyes when he looked down on me, filling me up to the brink.
Maybe it was wrong, but I’d do it again in a heartbeat.
I turned on the faucet before going for the bag, tearing into it and bundling it up before tossing the bag in the trash next to the toilet. A small packaging sat in my hands, with a lone pill. A pill that would stop me from getting pregnant.
A part of me wondered what Enzo and I would create, what kind of child we would have together, but another part of me knew now was not the time to get pregnant. We’d just found each other after ten years apart. The last thing we needed right now was a pregnancy to complicate things. Things were already complicated enough.
I took the pill, using the water from the faucet to wash it down, and then I tucked the torn packaging in the trash. I didn’t want it to seem obvious, so I took some toilet paper and started wiping off my makeup. I needed to hop in the shower, but getting my makeup off first and piling the trash onto the torn packaging of the pill was more important. If Kayla found that trash, I’d have a lot to answer to.
Then again, I was eighteen years old, which was old enough to buy myself that pill, even if Enzo had been the one to get it for me. I was old enough to have sex and make my own decisions. Kayla had been loosening her hold on me lately, which I was thankful for, but if push came to shove, she couldn’t keep me here. Not when I knew I had someone waiting for me out there.
God, I could not wait for the day when he and I left this town in the dust. I didn’t care where we went or what we did. As long as I was with him, everything would be fine.
He’d told me to be patient, that he was working on it. Surely I could hold out for a little longer? I’d gone on with this life for the last ten years even though I subconsciously knew it wasn’t right for me, that I was missing something. Really, I had no other choice. I had to smile and act like everything was fine.