“Seems like a lifetime we’ve been waiting for this,” he beams.
“We have been waiting for this a lifetime,” I comment.
“Fuck, and you’re getting married, and going into the military…good year for you, brother,” he says.
We haven’t talked much about my military dreams because I know he doesn’t like it. Not the military bit, but that I’ll be leaving, that we won’t see each other every day. Dornan is more than a best friend, he’s literally like a brother. He and Maven have always been there, and I never take their friendship for granted.
When I came in the clubhouse with my military haircut, I could see in Dornan’s eyes that the dream I’d always talked about, was coming. It’s always been the three of us, ever since I can remember. To be experiencing new things without them there will be the strangest thing.
But I put all those thoughts aside because I like to live in the now, and today is one of the best nights of my life. After the patching in ceremony, we party. The old ladies cook a massive dinner, more brothers come as the night goes on. Everyone knows Katie loves eighties music, so that’s what’s played.
After we eat and get separated to talk with other people, I finally grab her when INXS- “Never Tear Us Apart” comes on. There are couples slow dancing on the makeshift dancefloor we always use during parties, and I can honestly say, I’ve never been out here before.
She wraps her arms around my shoulders, as I wrap mine around her waist and we begin swaying to the music. I don’t care if anyone is laughing behind my back at this because all I see and notice is her. The breath of fresh air, my home, my soul, my girl, my future wife. Her eyes are stunning blue, looking happier than I’ve ever seen. Silently, I always count the freckles on the bridge of her nose when we’re this close, eleven. I don’t know why I do it, I just do. Her lips look a little pinker, and glossier, her eyelashes darker. Her long brown hair is clipped away from the sides of her face, and she looks like the epitome of an angel.
“You have makeup on?” I ask.
“A little,” she says shyly.
“I like it, but I like you without it too,” I reply.
She gives me a small smile, and hums along to the song.
“Are you having fun?”
“Yes.” Her eyes lighting up. “This is like prom, well, what I think prom would be like.”
Of course she missed her prom because of dropping out of school, and when it came time for mine, I didn’t out right say no, but she knew I wasn’t too eager in going so we didn’t. I know there’s not much I wouldn’t do for her, but hanging out with kids from I school when I didn’t have to, wasn’t something I was willing to budge on.
“Good,” I reply. “So were you surprised?” I ask.
“Uh, yeah,” she says with wide eyes. “I had no idea, I still can’t believe it.”
She smiles and looks over my shoulder as she looks at her ring.
“I want to get you a better one eventually-”
“No!” she says loudly. “Don’t you take my ring,” she says teasingly defensive.
I laugh. “Okay, okay,” I amend.
“It’s beautiful,” she says in a dreamy tone.
“I saw the pearl and it reminded me of how beautiful you are,” I tell her.
Her eyes meet mine and I can see her melting inside.
“Joey,” she says and her eyes begin to water.
“Oh, don’t cry,” I tell her with a chastising tone.
“I just,” she swallows and shakes her head. “I don’t know what I did before you, no, I know what I did…nothing. I don’t know how I went on for sixteen years without you because now that I have you, I can’t imagine you not being with me.”
“Beautiful,” I say flatly.
“I know, when you’re in the military we won’t be physically together. I mean, in general, without you in my life at all…we might be apart, but you’re always with me.”
Now I feel the bridge of my nose tingle. “I will always be with you.”
The song ends and Adam Ant’s “Goodie Two Shoes” starts and I back up, lifting my arms as I retreat off the floor.
“Oh come on!” Katie tells me as she begins moving to the music.
Thankfully, Maven comes in and takes her hands and they begin dancing, saving me. I make my way over to the bar, and Dornan hands me a can of beer, and we both turn to watch them dancing.
“You talk to her?” I ask him.
He doesn’t answer and I look over at him, and I can tell by his expression that he didn’t. Dornan always says he’s going to finally confess to Maven how he feels, but always chickens out.
“She talked about asshole the whole time, so, fuck it,” he mumbles before taking a pull from his beer.
“I don’t know how you do it,” I begin. “If Katie was around me all the time, and I wanted her like you want Maven, I’d go insane.”
He groans and then his eyes leave Maven who’s gyrating on the dancefloor, and I follow his line of sight. He begins watching Tiffany Henderson, one of our brother’s seventeen-year-old daughter’s. She’s blonde, short, and way too thin. But I know he goes after girls who look the complete opposite of Maven, and I understand that.
“I’ll be back,” he says and makes his way over towards her.
I stand there and watch Katie and Maven dance, as Missy and my mom join them and I can’t help but smile. A few songs later, Katie begins fanning her face and says something to Maven, and then they both head towards me. Katie melds into my side as Maven asks Rocket behind the bar for two waters.
“Where’s D?” Maven asks as she waits.
“Over there,” I nod behind her and we all look.
Perfectly timed, and knowing Dornan, not coincidentally, he takes Tiffany’s hand and leads her towards the apartment hallway.
“Tiffany, really?” Maven says with an eye roll while turning back and grabbing the waters.
Katie and I share a look as Maven hands her the other water.
“Wanna get out of here soon?” I ask her.
We make our way around to my mom and dad and say our goodbyes, and my mom tells me that they will probably stay the night in my dad’s apartment. I can see they’re both drunk, but my mom winks at me, and I know she really just wants to give Katie and me some alone time.
We hold hands on the drive home, and Katie sits right beside me, leaning her head on my shoulder. The house is dark, and Katie takes my hand and begins leading me upstairs. We enter my room, and she flips the lamp atop the dresser on, cascading the room in dim light. I kick my boots off and begin unbuttoning my dress shirt when her hands stop mine. She takes over, sliding the buttons through the slits slowly. I help her remove it from my shoulders, revealing my white tank top.
Then she undoes my belt and button on my pants. When they fall to my feet, she bends down and helps them off the rest of the way, then removes my socks and I laugh a little since no one’s ever done this for me. When she stands again, her arms bend to push the top of her cardigan off each shoulder, sending the fabric to the floor. Her dress is sleeveless and although she looked beautiful, I wish she was confident enough to go out without it. She turns her back to me and looks over her shoulder, and I take it that she wants me to undo the zipper holding her dress up.
My fingers brush her hair over one shoulder, and slowly I pull the zipper down, the material parting and opening. When I get to the bottom, I move my hands up and push the dress further apart until it falls down her arms to pool at her feet. Leaning in I press my lips on the back of her shoulder, over one of the large scars she has.
After what happened with her parents, it still took her a little while to really feel comfortable enough to show me her back. Even though she thinks her scars are disgusting, they’re part of her, and I can’t imagine her any other way.
I trail my lips across her shoulders, to the other side, my hands sliding around her hips, and bringing her toward me. Pressing my lips along the delicate skin of her neck, and she e
xhales, leaning her head back onto my shoulder, before turning her body and meeting my lips. I cup her face and she takes one of my hands, kissing my palm and fingertips, before bringing it down to cup her breast over her bra.
Her head tilts up and she kisses me. My hand kneads the fullness of her breast, causing her to moan into my mouth. She reaches back and undoes her bra and I help her remove it before she reaches down to grasp my erection, which is raging and straining against my boxers.
“I want you to make love to me,” she whispers.
Pulling back, I look into her eyes and see she means what she says, but I still ask, “Are you sure?”
My heart’s pounding, my hands shaking with restraint, my chest heaving as I wait for her to answer.
“Yes.”
Taking her hand, we move towards the bed.
“Hold on,” she says, lifting a finger and moving out of the room.
I stand there confused, and then she reenters with a black towel from the bathroom. Laying it down in the center of the bed, before she sits on it and looks at me expectantly. That’s probably a smart move because she doesn’t want blood to stain the sheets, and I give her a smile as I move to the dresser, turning my back to her.
“What?” she asks.
I reach into my top dresser drawer and remove a CD I’d burned for her. I thought of all the songs she likes that would be perfect for our first time. Yes, I’m a romantic. I pop up the top of the disc player on my stereo and put it in, pressing play as I adjust the volume and turn back to face her.
“I don’t have any condoms,” I tell her.
“Okay,” she breathes out and then inhales when she hears, “I Want To Know What Love Is.”
“I love this song, I love this for this,” she whispers.
I lean down to kiss her, my hands moving to her hips and grasping the sides of her panties to slide them down her long legs. Then I remove my boxers and undershirt, as I move onto the bed, she lies back and brings me down with her, our lips never leaving. I can feel her heart beating fast against my chest, and I know mine is too. We’ve never been completely naked together before, and never with anyone else.
As a guy, I often felt like I should just hurry and lose my virginity, that it didn’t matter who it was with. But it was more than that to me. I know I wanted this to be with someone I loved, giving them all of me. In this moment, I don’t doubt my decision, because I know I could never love anyone as much as I love Katie.
My hand slips down between her legs, lifting my upper body up on one forearm. Fingers touching her wetness, gliding through and around her folds. My cock jumps against her thigh, and I feel like I might burst. Her legs part further, opening more for me. Her eyes are closed as she bites her lower lip, her body moving towards me in a rhythm that I’m producing with my fingers. I slip one inside her, as I lean down and take a nipple into my mouth. Sucking and teasing with my lips.
Her back arches, her whimpers growing louder. Her hand runs over the top of my head as her other grips my shoulder. I keep sucking and stroking, wanting her to come because she might not when we have sex. With a moan, her head falls back, and her muscles flutter around my finger. Then her hands are urging my head up to her lips, and she kisses me feverishly. Positioning myself between her legs, my cock nestles on her mound and I thrust my hips slowly to rub along her.
“Joey, please,” she pants.
Arching my hips back, I take the base of my dick and press the head at her sopping wet entrance. The heat overtakes me, and I can’t fight the pull anymore, and I push in. I inhale at feeling how wet and warm she is on the head of my cock. Her eyes look down as mine do, watching as we connect. Then once I don’t need my hand anymore, I cup her face, resting my forearms on either side of her, and will her eyes to mine.
She’s breathing hard, and licks her lips. I slide in a little more, and watch for any expression of pain. But her eyes are telling me to keep going, and so is my dick. When I’m a few inches in, my body’s shaking, my arms about to give out with how much energy I’m using to keep myself from pushing in her all the way. She inhales quickly and her eyes blink fast a few beats.
“Sorry,” I exhale against her lips.
“No, no, keep going,” she whispers.
I try to concentrate on something else because the urge to come is right there. Focusing on the music, The Bangles “Eternal Flame” floats through the room, and for whatever reason, I didn’t think this would be the song that would be on as we were in this moment.
My hips buck more forcefully than I intended and her brows furrow, a whimper pushing past her lips. My body freezes, and shit, I didn’t think this was going to be so hard. I knew it would hurt her, but I thought it would be no problem to take it slow.
But this, this is almost too torturous to handle. Her hands take my hips, sliding down to my ass, and she pulls me against her, totally impaling her glorious pussy with my cock. Her eyes water and I groan, burying my face into her neck as I pant. We lay there, motionless. She’s so tight, so fucking tight, and I think I might come actually. My balls are already shrunken up close to my body, ready for release.
“Move,” she says, and I look up to see her eyes are still glassy, but not from pain anymore.
I lift up onto my elbows and pull out, my eyes fluttering at how fucking stupendous this sensation is. I say stupendous because I know no other word to describe it, it’s something I can’t put into words. Sliding back in is even more, elevating and pushing me higher. She’s not moving much, but I know she’s not hating it. Her eyes watch me, her lips parted and her hands remain on my ass as they flex and the muscles move beneath her hands.
When I know I’m close, I reach a hand down between us and find her little nub of skin, rubbing it back and forth with the flats of my fingers. Now her body moves, her hips gyrating against mine, as we move in perfect harmony. I hold back my orgasm until she comes, not as strong as she did earlier, but enough to grip my cock and hold it with a tightness that has my eyes crossing. I push deep and hold myself there as I feel myself come, spilling into her body and marking her. She pulls my upper body down on top of her, wrapping her arms around my neck as we breathe heavy and I remain inside her.
“That was perfect,” she says softly. “I love you.”
“I love you,” I tell her, raising my head and running my lips gently across hers.
Just as The Motels- “Total Control” ends, Olivia Newton John’s- “Physical” begins. We stop and look at one another, before we both start laughing.
“Oh my God,” she laughs, “I love it.” She smiles and kisses me.
Chapter 9
Three months have passed since high school graduation, and tomorrow I leave for basic training across the country. Katie won’t be coming with me since they don’t have housing for us until I get stationed somewhere, and have to stay on the base. The worst part of it is, I’ll be gone for nine months all together. I will get leave for Christmas, which is a few months away, so that’s something to look forward to.
Katie’s been apprenticing at the hair salon, working on taking her test to get certified while I’m away. She received replies to all the colleges she applied for, but she still wants to wait and see where we move to before deciding. She plans on working in a salon between classes, just to have something to do and make some extra money. Other than that, not much has changed for us. Oh, except, we’re getting married today. At the courthouse, just my parents and Maven and Dornan are coming, then a reception at the clubhouse.
It’s not the dream wedding I’m sure she envisioned, but it will have to do. She insisted we get married before I leave, and I just got my orders a week ago. She tells me that the plan is fine, and she’s happy with it. But what woman wants to be married in a courthouse, honestly?
“Joey, I don’t mind, I prefer it…I don’t want all these people looking at me,” she went on and on.
But what she didn’t understand, is that people have always looked at her, always noticed her. She�
�s tall, and strikingly beautiful, her eyes so crystal blue against her tan skin and dark hair. People always noticed her, no matter where we were. So, I just let it go, and like the ring, planned on giving her something better in the future. I’m wearing my Army issued dress blues, and black shiny as fuck dress shoes.
Katie enters the bedroom from the bathroom, wearing the same off-white dress from our engagement, and her pink cardigan. Her hair’s pulled back into a messy ponytail, with some hair free and surrounding her face. My girl, no, my woman. She’s wearing a pair of high heels that are white, and I think might be my mom’s, but they put her at damn near the same height as me.
“I like this dress,” I tell her.
And she looks at me, her eyes devouring me from my shoes to the top of my head.
“Wow,” she states.
“I know; I look fucking ridicu-”
“Hot,” she cuts me off.
“What? No,” I reply.
“Um yeah,” she nods and steps closer, her hands running up the lapels of my jacket. “Think we can have a quickie?” she asks.
I laugh a little, but then realize she’s being serious.
“Oh beautiful, don’t tempt me. I’d love to slide that little skirt over your ass and have you bend over for my cock to-”
“You guys ready?” my mom yells from the bottom of the stairs.
We both exhale, my mom had obtained the nickname ‘cock blocker’ ever since Katie and I have started having sex. She was always perfectly timed at ruining me getting action. I lean in and kiss Katie’s cheek.
“How about after dinner?” I offer.
“After we cut the cake?” she counters as we walk down the steps.
“In the car on the way there?” I reply.
“Oh, wait, wait, stop,” my mom says and we look to see her standing there with a camera.
We stop at the bottom of the steps, and we put our arms around one another’s lower backs, and smile. After about a hundred pictures, my dad finally convinces my mom we’re going to be late, and begrudgingly she puts the damn camera down. We drive separate from my parents, and Katie sits close to my side as she always does on the wide bench of the Cadillac. When we pull into the parking lot, I see her looking nervous.
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