by Karen Einsel
Chris and Barb come out of the kitchen and Brandon looks at Chris.
“I’ve got to go. Will you walk me out?”
Out on the front porch Brandon takes Chris’ hand in his.
“Will you go out with me tomorrow? We could go get a pizza and see a movie.”
“I’ll have to ask my mom.”
“I already asked your dad and he said it was okay.”
“You asked my dad if I could go out with you? And he said yes? Boy is he going to be in trouble with mom. Then yes, I’d like that.”
“You like the fact that your mom will be mad at your dad?”
“No…I like the fact that you asked my dad and he said yes, and…Yes, I’d like to go out with you on a date. This is a real date, right?”
Brandon grins at her. “You are so funny. Yes, it’s a real date. Look in the paper and see what movie you want to go see and I’ll pick you up tomorrow at 5:30. That should give us enough time to eat and get to the drive in before the movie starts at 6:45.” Brandon lets go of her hand. “I’ve got to go. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Chris watches him walk out to the car and drive away before going inside.
In her room for over an hour getting ready, Chris hears a soft tap on her door.
“Come in”
The door opens and Barb pokes her head in.
“Need help?”
Turning this way and that, Chris looks at her reflection in the mirror.
“Do I look okay?” Barb opens the door wider and walks in.
“This coming from the girl whom Brandon has been tugging on her hair and telling her, Good morning Beautiful, for the past four months, even when she wears her baggiest t-shirts? First date jitters, huh?”
“I guess.”
“You look great. Now how about we make that little braid in your hair that Brandon likes? Sit down, relax, and quit fidgeting.”
Barb is finishing Chris’ braid when they hear the doorbell ring. Chris jumps up.
“Oh shoot there he is.” Listening Chris hears Brad open the front door.
“Don’t you dare say, “Hi Mr. Clancy.”
Brandon lets out a nervous laugh.
“Okay, I won’t. Hi Dad, is she ready to go?” Brad laughs and Chris comes bounding down the stairs with Barb right behind her.
“Bye mom, Bye dad, I know, come home right after the movie.” She grabs Brandon‘s hand. “Come on, let’s go.”
They get out to the car and Brandon opens the door for her.
“What was all that for? Are you in a hurry?” He asks as he gets in on the other side.
“Yes, I’m starving.” Chris grins as her stomach starts to growl.
Lying in bed that night, Chris replays the whole evening back in her head. She hopes he enjoyed himself as much as she did. The movie was great, they shared popcorn, he held her hand the whole time, never once did he try to take advantage of her and when he walked her to the door he pulled her into his arms and kissed her goodnight. Chris sighs while thinking how soft and warm his kiss was and how it made her tingle everywhere.
After that night Chris and Brandon are pretty much inseparable. She still rides the bus home, but other than that… Brandon doesn’t care who knows that they are a couple. He holds her hand whenever they are together and kisses her every time they part ways. She’s found that in some ways, it’s a good thing, because some of the other kids at school are finally starting to warm up to her. Yeah, there are still the die hard snobs like Amber, but Chris doesn’t worry about what they think of her. Even Brent has started dating one of Chris’ friends and the four of them double date. Sometimes Brad and Barb even go to bed early on Fridays and let Brandon and her have the living room to themselves until 11 p.m. Last night Brandon didn’t leave until 11:30 and now this morning while Chris is making breakfast Barb starts asking random questions.
“Chris, do you want some help?” Chris stops what she‘s doing.. Okay what’s up with that? Mom’s never offered to help me make breakfast on a Saturday before.
“No, I’ve got it all under control mom.”
“Chris?”
Chris grins. “Mom?”
Without even putting her paper down, Barb asks.
“Chris, have you and Brandon been having sex?”
“Mom!”
Barb folds her paper in half, lays it down on the table and turns around in her chair to face Chris.
“Chris if I don’t ask, I wouldn’t be taking care of my parental responsibilities, now would I?”
Chris turns the fire off from under the skillet, walks over and sits down at the table with Barb. Chris crosses her arms with her elbows resting on the table and shifts her eyes up and to the left. Chris thinks about Barb’s question then looks back at Barb and quips. “Nope”
Chris can hear the gravity in Barb’s voice as Barb pleads with her.
“Chris?”
“No mom, we haven’t. Now can I finish making breakfast?” Barb pats Chris on the arm and picks her newspaper back up.
“Yep”
Chris hands Barb the plate and begins to wash the next one.
“Mom does it hurt the first time?”
“You didn’t want to talk to me about it before breakfast, now you do? And you are going to ask all the hard questions, aren’t you?”
Chris grins at her. “Yep”
“Okay, let’s see if I can answer all your questions. Some people say it hurts the first time.”
“Did it hurt the first time you made love mom?”
“No. Chris if you are relaxed and stimulated and the guy is gentle, then it shouldn’t hurt. You know your own body and how you feel when you pleasure yourself.”
“Mom!”
“Chris I don’t care who you are, everyone has pleasured themselves at one time or another. I have, your dad has, and I can bet you have. Sexual stimulation and feeling good are natural human instincts.”
“Okay mom, how do you make love?”
“Do I need to get a piece of paper and a pencil and draw you a diagram showing you what goes where?”
“Noooo… I know that part.”
“Then what do you mean?”
“Well…. I don’t know! How do you know you’re turning him on?”
Barb smiles, “Oh you’ll know.”
“Mom!”
“Chris honey, making love is basically touching and exploring.”
“But how will I know if I’m touching the right way?”
“Chris let’s sit down.” Barb gets herself a cup of coffee. “Do you want a cup too?” Chris nods. Sitting back down Barb starts explaining. “Most guys will tell you or guide you to where they want to be touched. They’ll tell you squeeze harder or jerk faster.” Brad walks in just as Barb says this, turns on his heel and walks right back out. Barb and Chris grin at each other before Barb continues. “But Chris, you need to tell them or guide them too. Making love is not just about making him feel good he should make you feel good also. Don’t ever settle for wham, bam, thank you ma’am. Now tell me. Are you thinking about having sex? Because if you are, tell me and I’ll take you and get you on some birth control pills or at least use some protection, okay? Chris, is Brandon pressuring you?”
“No”
“Then why all the questions?”
“I guess that I want to be prepared.”
“How far have you and Brandon gone?”
Chris smiles, “Holding hands and kissing.”
“That’s all? No first base, second base?”
“Nope”
“So what were you two doing on the couch until 11:30 last night?”
“Just talking mom. Just talking.”
“What are you two talking about? If you don’t mind me asking, that is?”
“Brandon’s parents are thinking of sending him away to college, maybe up north to Berkeley or maybe even out of state. I think that’s why we haven’t gotten clos
er.”
Chris turned 18 two weeks ago and Brandon turned 18 the week before her. It’s one of those February Presidential holidays and Brandon convinced Barb and Brad to let him take Chris to the snow. Pulling into the driveway, Brandon turns off the engine and grins at Chris.
“We’re here.”
Chris steals a sideways glance at Brandon.
“And where’s here? What is this place?”
“It’s my parent’s cabin.”
“I didn’t know they had a cabin. Do you come up here often?”
“Me? No, I haven’t been up here for over a year. My parents, on the other hand, were up here last month. Come on, let’s go in.”
“But you said you were taking me to the snow.”
“There’s snow, look.” With a sweep of his hand, Brandon smiles at her.
“You know what I mean.”
“I figure that after I bury you in the snow, we’ll need a place to warm up.” He takes her hand in his. “Trust me?” Chris nods and lets him lead her inside. Brandon starts a roaring fire in the fireplace before asking her,
“Did you bring gloves?”
“Uh huh”
“And since you aren’t wearing boots, do you have two pairs of socks on?”
“I don’t have boots, so yes I have two pairs of socks on. Anything else?”
“Nope, come on. I am going to take you to the snow.” He takes her out the back door and they climb up a small hill. Getting to the top Chris sees the ground levels out and she gazes out across a large field covered in white powdery snow.
“Oh Brandon it’s beautiful.” Chris aims and focuses the 35 mm camera he gave her for her birthday.
“I thought you’d like it. You should be able to get some great photos out here. I’ll have to bring you back in the spring too.”
Chasing each other while throwing snowballs Brandon catches Chris and tackles her to the ground. He kisses her and looks into her eyes. He knows he wants her. Standing up he holds his hand out to her. “Come on, lets go see if the fire is still burning. I’ll make you some hot chocolate to help warm you up.” Walking back in Brandon sees the fire is almost out and tosses some more wood on it while Chris goes in search of the bathroom. Coming back into the living room Chris takes off her shoes and socks and lays them on the hearth to dry out. She hangs her coat over the back of a chair and grabs some cushions off the couch tossing them on the floor in front of the fireplace before lying down . She’s enjoying the warmth when Brandon walks out of the kitchen with two mugs of cocoa and squats down next to her.
“What are you doing?”
Lying on her side Chris raises herself up on her elbow, takes a mug from him and pats the floor. “Trying to warm up. Here sit down by me.”
Brandon sits down Indian style next to her and Chris lays back against the cushions. She’s wearing her long sleeve light pink cashmere sweater that buttons down the front and isn’t wearing a bra. Brandon can see her nipples are taut and erect from the cold as his gaze sweeps down across her. He takes her mug and sits it down on the hearth along with his and stands up to pull his sweatshirt off over his head before kicking off his shoes. Standing in front of her in just his jeans, Chris lets her eyes sweep across his chest and sees that he’s firm, muscular, and compact. Brandon sits back down next to her and starts unbuttoning the pearl buttons on her sweater. Keeping his gaze locked with hers, Brandon slides his hand across her chest and under her sweater, pushing it off to the side, exposing her breast. He lets his eyes wander down and using the tip of his index finger he touches her erect nipple before leaning over and kissing it lightly. Softly sucking her nipple into his warm mouth Chris closes her eyes and lets out the breath she’s been holding with a soft sigh. Brandon moves over to her other breast before moving down her abdomen, tasting and kissing her silky skin. Starting to breathe heavier, his heart pounding Brandon stands up and removes his pants quickly before he changes his mind. Moving down by her feet he reaches up and undoes her jeans. Chris lifts her hips and let’s Brandon tug them off of her. Chris pulls him down beside her and rolls onto her side. Staring into his eyes, Chris hopes to see into his heart and soul. Wanting to know that she’s doing the right thing by opening her heart to him. By letting him touch and feel her most intimate places, will he love her? She kisses his lips as she lets her hand explore his body, gliding it gingerly across his chest and down his belly, until she feels the hardness of him. Wrapping her fingers around him she can feel how hard he is as she strokes up and down, wondering how he will feel inside of her. Brandon moves his hand down between her legs and slips his fingers into her moist warmth, Chris moans, closes her eyes and rolls back over onto her back letting go of him. Brandon climbs on top of her into a pushup position and looks down at her. “Chris?“ Chris opens her eyes and searches his face. Breathing just as heavy as he is Chris spreads her legs, wraps her hand around him again and tugs his penis to her. Slowly and gently he slips into her. Brandon knows she’s a virgin and doesn’t want to hurt her. He wants their first time to be special. He wants her to feel good, but being a virgin himself he also has this urgency to pound into her and let himself go, cumming deep inside of her. Chris starts moving her hips up and down, feeling the fullness of him. Wanting to experience the feeling of letting go while he pulsates inside her, she encourages him to pound deeper. Breathing heavy, almost feeling like she’s gasping for air, she moans and let’s the feelings wash over her as her body starts to shake. Sliding her hands down to his buttocks, Chris holds him tightly to her and lets herself cum all over him. Chris feels his legs start to quiver as she clenches and unclenches tightly around him. With a final thrust Brandon lets go, collapsing on top of her.
Chris starts crying. Why is she crying? Mom never said anything about crying after feeling so good. Brandon raises his head and looks down at her.
“Chris? I’m sorry. We shouldn’t have. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” Chris moves her hands from his back, presses the backs of them to her eyes, and shakes her head.
“You didn’t hurt me.”
“Then why are you crying?”
With a tearful laugh Chris tells him,
“I don’t know. I kind of feel happy and yet sad at the same time.”
Brandon smiles down at her before rolling off onto his side and pulling her with him, he holds her close. Chris lays her head against his chest and feels his heart beating as he whispers to her.
“Chris why are you sad?” Not wanting to move Chris keeps her head firmly against his chest.
“I don’t really know, maybe because I’m not a virgin anymore. Or maybe it’s because so many things are going to change in the next few months. We will be graduating and you’ll be going off to college.”
“But college doesn’t start until August. We will be together all summer and then I’ll be home for Christmas. Chris…I love you. I don’t ever want you to feel sad.”
Chris’ heart feels like it’s going to burst with the love she feels for him. She clings to him never wanting to stop feeling his heartbeat against her cheek and starts crying softly again. Brandon holds her in his arms for what seems like hours and yet it feels like it will never be long enough.
“Chris, we’ve got to get up and go, or your mom and dad will be wondering where we are.”
Nothing seems to have changed. There’s school and now instead of football there’s baseball practice every day. Brandon’s promised her they will go back to the cabin on spring break and she’s counting off the days until he holds her close again, feeling his heartbeat on her cheek and him throbbing deep inside her. The only thing that’s different is when he kisses her goodnight, holding her in his arms Brandon tells her that he loves her, and then there’s the fact that she worries she could have gotten pregnant. She knows they were reckless the first time. It happened so suddenly. She hadn’t gone and gotten birth control pills and he hadn’t used a condom. Next time they need to be more careful.
Two weeks before spring break, they are sitting on the porch swing and Brandon squeezes Chris’ hand.
“My parents want to meet you.”
“I didn’t know your parents knew about me.”
“Oh, they do.” What he doesn’t tell her is how they found out about her. That it was Amber’s mom that told his Mom when they attended a dinner party at her house. Brandon had dated Amber a few times over the summer before he had met Chris senior year and Amber was one of the worst offenders when it came to being mean to Chris. It’s not that Brandon is ashamed of her. Everyone knows they are a couple, but he didn’t tell his parents, because he knows how his mom is and she would do everything in her power to break them up.
Chris starts her usual fidget of opening and closing her fists.
“When do they want to meet me?” Deep down she’s scared to death.
“My mom wants you to come have dinner with us on Wednesday.”
“Okay, I can do that.”
Using the babysitting money she has earned, Chris buys a new dress to wear. She hates to have to use that money for a dress that she will probably never wear again, but she has no other choice. Coming down the stairs, dad lets out a whistle and mom walks out of the kitchen.
“Oh Chrissy, you look fantastic!” Barb makes a twirling motion with her finger. “Turn around”
Turning around so Barb can see the back, there’s a knock on the door. While Brad gets up and opens the door, Chris turns back around and sees Brandon staring at her.
“Wow” He whispers.
“It looks okay?”
“Wow” He whispers again.
Chris grins and lifts her eyebrows. Maybe buying a new dress wasn’t such a bad thing after all.
“I take it that’s a yes.”
Chris is a nervous wreck as they walk into the living room. Brandon’s dad stands up, smiles, and puts his hand out to her as Brandon introduces them. Looking up at Mr. Reed, Chris can see the strong resemblance between Brandon and him. They have the same hair color and a warm genuine smile that lights up their eyes. Brandon’s mom walks in from the other room and without smiling she takes Chris’ hand in hers.
“It’s nice to meet you.”