Table of Contents
Title Page
Fifteen Years Ago Deltaville, Virginia
June 2014 3:34 pm Deltaville, Virginia
Part one
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Deltaville, Virginia June 2014
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Epilogue
Acknowledgements
About the Author
34 Seconds
Stella Samuel
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Fifteen Years Ago
Deltaville, Virginia
My heart was beating so fast and so loud, I was certain it would soon leave my chest and bounce itself right out the window, down the street, and into the Piankatank River. Will not only asked me if I wanted to come over and listen to his new song, but he also invited me into his bedroom and then closed the door. He was sitting knee to knee with me, only his guitar separating my heartbeat from his body, his soul, his voice. His entire being.
We met three days earlier, late at night in a neighborhood pool. I knew I wasn’t naïve enough to think I was in love, and I also knew I was absolutely in love. I knew it wasn’t lust, because I thought I could live forever with him without ever touching him. Well, maybe I would touch him. But before I do, I would melt in his voice. I’d be like little written notes on a musical staff melting across the lines with each strum of his guitar. I was sure it was love. I was absolutely in love with Will. William or just Will? Shit, I didn’t even know his full name yet, but I could draw the coffee-like stain birth mark on his left leg by heart. I could die in his eyes. I could give a name to each ringlet of hair that fell around his face. Those spiral curls were what started my heart beating to begin with. Will didn’t have surfer hair like so many of the boys who swoop into town, but instead medium length blonde hair with spiral curls any girl would kill for. And those curls weren’t something unnoticed. I noticed his hair, his sense of humor, his confidence, and his voice; oh I could see all of it exuding from him the night he took off all of his clothes and jumped into the pool.
Two days later, after the evening Will and his best friend, Brian, spent a few hours swimming naked with me and my friend, Liza, in the dim hours of an early summer evening, Brian asked me to join the two of them at Will’s house to hang out. I can still feel girlish embarrassment because I misunderstood something Brian had asked me. Or maybe my embarrassment was because I was naked when we all first met. I stayed in the deep dark waters; it was night time. I’m fairly confident I was able to be modest, as modest as a naked person could be.
“Wanna do something later?” Brian asked.
“NO!” I said with confidence and the vigor of someone proving a point. There wasn’t much to do in Deltaville, Virginia. I didn’t even know anyone with a trampoline or anything else exciting near my house. There was the pool, but it was really only fun if we were sneaking in at night. I hadn’t been back since the night Brian and Will jumped in and scared Liza and me while we were having our late night swim.
“Whoa, there’s no need to get mean about it, we just wanted to know if you wanted to do something later. We were thinking maybe you can get the girl who was with you in the pool the other night to come over and hang out with us, maybe take the boat out for a spin around the creek after the sun goes down. It’s not the best time to sail, and we probably won’t get far, but we could grab our guitars, a couple of cute girls, and see if the jelly fish are swimming,” Will said.
“Oh,” I said, averting my eyes. “I thought you asked if I was doing anything later, and I was just thinking there’s just nothing to do around here. You don’t know this area like I do. There really is nothing to do around here; especially after sundown.” I said. “So I said, ‘No’, as in no, I’m not doing anything later.”
I’d screwed it up; I just knew it. “Sorry,” I said, feeling my face growing hot. “I would love to do something with you, and I’m sure if Liza’s not working, she’ll join us.” I could feel my stomach tighten into one huge knot, but I almost felt saddened by my own embarrassment. Finally, two cute boys with personality and great hair come into town, and I blew it. In Deltaville, boys came each summer to visit, sail in regattas, and make the local girls feel out of place in our own town. The population in Deltaville tripled in the summertime, but most of us knew it was just summertime visitors, all just staying for a short time. No one made friends with those summer folk beyond the summer, but our local marinas, restaurants, and little bed and breakfast joints lived out the year on the business summer brought. Those boys felt different to me. They seemed to really like me and Liza. They sailed, but they didn’t care about sailing. They weren’t at the Yacht Club at 6AM in their Docker shorts and button down shirts with their boat shoes, pouring coffee and talking about the wake in and out of the creek. They had guitars, liked to have fun, and didn’t seem to care what other people thought. As an artist myself, a painter in fact, I gravitated to other artists and stayed far away from the Yacht Club sailors. Yep, I knew I was in love.
We did go sailing. Well, we floated. There wasn’t a breeze felt all evening; the night was still and humid. And I’m sure Will wasn’t supposed to be in any boat without his grandfather knowing and possibly even helping. Will wasn’t an established sailor, and the boat wasn’t even his. I’m not even sure the boat was a sailboat. It wasn’t the catamaran I’d seen at the dock at his grandfather’s house earlier. It was not much bigger than a wooden dinghy with a bright sail that didn’t move. There was no wind. Brian and Will were able to row it out away from the houses, so we wouldn’t bother anyone around in the early evening hours. In the small, quiet town, everyone seemed to know everyone else’s business and make it their own, so being away from the houses was a great idea. It was probably the best night of my life. We floated in the middle of the creek after the boys rowed us out a bit, and then we sat still and quiet for a while. The moon was waning into a perfect crescent. The small sounds the water made were soft and romantic. Every now and then we’d hear a big fish jump, but other than the sounds of nature surrounding us, it felt as if we were the only four people in the entire world. There was a moment sitting in the boat when I knew I would fall in love with Will. We were sitting side by side with his guitar next to us, and he started humming. After a few seconds of humming, Br
ian started humming, and after Brian started, Will broke out into full singing. It was a comical moment. My heart melted further.
“I can’t feel the air, I can’t see the sky, but I have you near, so I think I might fly.” It was a silly little ditty, but he sang it with the seriousness of someone singing the national anthem at a Super Bowl. I melted in the sound of his voice so much in the moment, I wasn’t even sure what he said. I just didn’t want him to stop singing.
“Did you just say you’d fly because we are near?” Liza asked. I came back to reality. Liza had the ability to see through guys and their tricks to get attention from girls. Usually, I was never interested enough to care what a guy said to try to get our attention. My heart sank. What was Will saying? Did he mean he didn’t want to be near me? Oh, how could I fall so quickly for someone I didn’t even know?
“What?” Will asked. “No, I could fly, as in I feel so high to be out here with you two, and my good buddy, I feel so high I could fly,” Brian started humming, and Will finished off the tune by singing “I can’t feel the air. I can’t see the sky, having you near; I’m so high I could fly.”
“Yeah, man, did you bring your notebook. We need to write that down. This is good. We could make it a song.” Brian said. He picked up Will’s guitar, and started lightly strumming a few chords while humming the tune Will just sang. I didn’t want the night to end. But there I sat knee to knee with Will, alone in the room. And I knew I never wanted our second night together to end either. I was certain it was the way I would always feel.
Being alone with Will for the first time, I could feel the heat from his knees touching mine. I could feel the earth move as he sang the song he started to write on the boat just two nights earlier.
Will chuckled his own unique chuckle. “Huh hehe, I need a break from this,” he said as he put his guitar down. He took my hands and held them up in the air between us. Then he let go. I dropped my hands back into my lap. He picked them up again, but when he let go this time, he held his in front of mine, very close to mine, but not touching. We sat still for a few moments. I could still hear my heart beating and was sure if he looked at my chest, he would see it thumping. Keeping one hand up near mine, he moved the other hand to my cheek, and with the back of his finger, slowly followed my cheek bone down to my chin, and then put his hand back in front of my two hands still hanging midair.
“Do you feel it?” he asked me.
“I’m feeling a lot of things right now, Will. Which it might you be speaking of?” I asked trying to portray a calm my body was far from feeling.
“The heat. Can you feel the heat from my hands flowing into your hands?” he asked.
“I’m not sure if it’s heat from your hands, Will. It might be emanating from me. I gotta be honest with you. I’m a little heated right now. I’m not sure what to do about it, but I’m a ball of tight nerves, energy, and hmmm, I think there’s a bit of desire somewhere in there.” I didn’t plan on being so blunt with him, but all of those things were entirely true. I guess my body needed him to know even if my heart and mind didn’t know if it was a good idea.
I could barely breathe.
“Then it’s both of us. We’re both emanating this heat. Can you feel it?”
“Yes,” I whispered. More of my heart slid down the inside of my chest, fully melted.
“I felt it on your face as well. You are hot,” Will whispered back to me.
“I hope I don’t start sweating. The humidity is uncomfortable enough,” I said before pausing. “And this moment isn’t easy either. Will, I’m starting to feel uncomfortable. And nervous. I’m still very, very nervous,” I said the last in barely a whisper.
“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, my dear, Nikki. What’s uncomfortable?” Will asked.
I paused for a moment, shook my arms out, leaned back, and put one hand in my lap. Will quickly took my hand, kissed my palm, put it back next to his lingering hand, and tilted his head in a questioning look. I stared for a moment at the hand Will just kissed. He had kissed me! Sure, just my hand. But a kiss was a kiss, and I had received one. I didn’t know how I was supposed to speak.
After a long pause, I just let my thoughts run out of my mouth. “I’m eighteen years old. I’ve never been in love before. But I’ve also never felt this way before. I’m usually in control of my feelings. I can usually tell what a guy is thinking. And I can usually set him straight before things get out of hand with anything I might feel.” I looked down at his knees which were touching mine. When had I missed that? “I don’t know what this is for me, but I’m nervous to be near you, and being nervous makes me very uncomfortable. I like control. I like having control of me, myself, my emotions, and my actions. I don’t feel like I have a good grip on myself at this moment.”
Will backed up, leaving my knees cold and my palms suddenly yearning for the heat between us.
“Why did you do that?” I asked, almost too quickly.
Will just looked at me for a minute, then scooted back towards me, so we were knee to knee again, and placed both of my hands inside his. “You said you were nervous to be near me. I don’t want to make you nervous. And if you’d like control, baby, you can do whatever you’d like to do to me,” he said in a near-whisper.
Baby! Had he just called me Baby? First he slipped in a palm kiss and then threw in the word, “Baby,” like we were a couple. I didn’t know how I was supposed to function, breathe, or speak. The way he tossed out such sweet gestures made me want him more.
“Oh,” I sighed. “I’m nervous to be near you, and I’m nervous to not be near you. It’s a scary feeling for me. I don’t know what it says about me. I’m confused, I figure. If the logical part of me took control, I’d walk away, but I think I might die if I walk away from you.” Oh, shit, what kind of thing was that to say? I sighed again. If this was love, which I knew it was; I was confused. I would laugh at anyone who told me they were in love after just a few days, love hurt, and hurt felt so damned good.
“Nikki, the heat you feel from my hands and from my knees is cycling through my whole body. I’m nervous to be near you too. I’m scared to be too close to you, but I don’t want to be any further away from you,” Will said with a smirk.
“I think this is what they call an impasse,” I said, looking down at his crossed legs.
Will leaned into me, took my hands, and held them on our ankles between us. He then placed his lips next to mine. He didn’t dare touch them; he didn’t dare touch anything except my hands he was holding down. He seemed to be taking the control I couldn’t muster. Time seemed to stop for a moment as we lingered there almost lip to lip. I held my breath, as time seemed to stand still. And in a split second, he lifted my hands, dropped them on his crossed legs, cradled my face in his warm hands, and pulled my lips onto his. It took him three days to kiss me, and I don’t think it could have been more perfect. There was heat. There was passion. But there was no tongue, no thrashing, moaning, or groaning. It was just a simple kiss, one that would linger on my lips waiting until he planted the next one on me. One kiss spoke words to me. It said, ‘Do not be afraid. Let go. Trust your gut. Net the butterflies. Enjoy the moment. Don’t linger too long in one moment or you will miss the next. And allow yourself to fall for this guy. He is the one. And it is okay.’
I knew when he did his “huh hehe” chuckle it was time to open my eyes. I didn’t even feel the warmth of his hand rubbing my knee until I opened my eyes and realized I was still leaning toward him, lingering in a kiss that was no longer taking place.
***
Their tune did end up as a song for the amazing duo. They spent the summer writing music, and I spent the summer listening to them, floating on fluffy clouds, kissing Will a lot, and falling in love with the most amazing man I had ever laid eyes on. Liza and Brian didn’t hit it off like Will and I did, but we were a good foursome. Brian and Liza made decent friends; they acted a lot like a brother and sister might, arguing a lot, but with kindness and respec
t and some weird understanding between them. When Will and I began to take nights to ourselves, walking the beach or riding around in his Camaro, Liza decided to pick up more hours at the restaurant, and Brian spent more time helping Will’s grandfather around the house and just hanging out enjoying the country life.
***
It was the best summer of my life, with romance, joy, music, carefree days, and evenings spent naked in a pool with a man who had the utmost respect for me as a young woman. I couldn’t have been happier and willed time to freeze for Will and me and our young love. But time didn’t freeze. Time marched on; time tore us apart. Time willed strength to ooze from our bodies in places where love had previously flowed.
June 2014
3:34 pm
Deltaville, Virginia
Thirty four seconds is all it took to realize I had just watched Will’s last breath. Will was thirty-four years old. Thirty four seconds passed in time standing still, in a breath held waiting for the next to inhale. Only another breath never came for Will. Thirty four seconds took Will away from me.
Part one
Boulder, Colorado
May 2013
Chapter One
I sat with my knees on top of the bed, legs behind me, chest rising and falling as my breathing grew more rapid. I could see my face in the mirror in front of me, but I wasn’t looking in the mirror. He was standing in front of me, naked and ready for me. I watched him flex his stomach muscles, and as he did so, the tip of his hard penis touched his stomach. Even before he relaxed, I could see just how ready he was. The throbbing was visible from where I was sitting. I felt more excited and ready for him, just watching him. I was enjoying the view as he stood in front of me. He wasn’t posing by any means. I can’t say what exactly he was doing; I just wasn’t paying much attention to details. There were enough details in his body and his intentions to keep my mind busy. It was a moment which only took a few seconds while he did some mundane task, but my memory of it seemed to linger. When he was ready to move, he turned slightly toward me and took the three steps it took to get to the edge of the bed where I was waiting. Placing his hands on my shoulders, he gently laid me down. I could feel his lips on my neck and shoulders. Then he found my ear, my second favorite place to have his lips. I let him linger for as long as he wanted. Tongue in my ear, teeth slightly nibbling on my lobe, I almost didn’t feel him enter me down below, but only because I was in such a trance. I was almost always in a trance when he was naked anywhere near me. It was a pleasant surprise when I felt his hard body press down on my stomach as he entered me, filling me with warmth and joy. I could feel his hands slide down my sides to my hips as he helped himself to the treasure we both wanted him to find. Gliding in and out, I started to think sex hadn’t ever been better. This is what we needed. What I needed. I needed him. And I needed a good orgasm. Chris felt so good inside me, and I was so ready; but I wanted to wait to feel the infamous rush…
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