Young Annabelle Series: Young Annabelle, The Truth About James, What My Heart Wants

by Sarah Tork

  That’s better!

  I leaned back up, deciding that I wasn’t going to crouch and sneak out like I was a criminal on the run. If I ran into any of them, I’d just ignore them.

  I will not hide and damn it if James snuck up on me suddenly I would have a showdown with him so loud he’d never want to be within five feet of me again. I quickened my stride, I was almost out of the parking lot and onto the path that led to the sidewalk next to the main street. Just as I was stepping off the pavement and onto grass my phone beeped loudly.

  Damn!

  How did I forget to put it on silent again? I took it out of my jacket pocket and looked away from the screen, exasperated.

  It was James.

  What the hell does he want from me! I cried quietly.

  Tiger: Where are you?

  I texted him back.

  Annabelle: Why do you need to know?

  Tiger: Stop it. Tell me where you are.

  Annabelle: James, I don’t know how many times I need to tell you this, but we are over!

  Tiger: Where are you?

  Annabelle: Enjoy Donna, later!

  Tiger: I don’t care about her, I care about you!

  Annabelle: Please! Like I believe that! You don’t care about me, you just care about your image!

  “That’s not true, Fireball!” A familiar voice called behind me, making me freeze.

  Oh no! I’d been found!

  I slowly turned around finding James circling around a car separating us. I instantly held out my palm. “Don’t come anywhere near me!”

  He didn’t listen and kept walking towards me. He stopped moving when his hard chest collided into my palm. “Don’t be like that Fireball.” He pouted, his green eyes looking sad.

  “It’s not going to work this time James. You have abused my feelings too much already!” I snapped. He grabbed my palm, using his strength to push it down. He didn’t let my hand go as he wrapped his other arm around my waist, pulling me in.

  “No, let me go.” I ordered, using my available hand to push him off, but he was too strong.

  “Please let explain.” James pleaded, trying to meet my eyes, but I did my best not to. I swear his eyes had this amazing power. I didn’t think I could last if that connection happened.

  “Let you explain what?” I snipped, panting from using all my might to pull away.

  “Last week, that wasn’t how things were supposed to go! I got angry at the end.” He tried to explain, using his sensitive voice, the one that used to work on me.

  “James, why do you even bother, you clearly don’t want to be with me!” I snapped.

  “That’s a lie, I do want to be with you!” He urged, tightening his hold.

  I snorted, bitterly. “Well you have a funny way of showing it!”

  “What do I have to do to show you?” He pleaded.

  My eyes snapped up, meeting his. “What?”

  “What do I have to do?” He said quietly, his voice full of emotion.

  “You kissed Donna, aren’t you guys practically together now?” I gulped, not liking where this was heading.

  He shook his head. “Donna? No way, she surprised me on the field, what was I supposed to do, push her back?”

  “I don’t care.” I snipped quietly, eying the ground.

  He shook me delicately and leaned closer to my ear. “You do care.”

  “I don’t.” I informed him meekly.

  Oh God!

  “Baby, you do care.” James exclaimed, caressing the side of my face as his eyes took in my entire body. “Baby you look so good, this is the first time I’m seeing you in a dress.”

  “My mom got it for me.” My shoulders slumped, all fight leaving me.

  “It suits you.” James hummed. “And you’ve been losing weight since the beginning of the school year, baby you look amazing.”

  I didn’t know what to do. I should have pulled back, but his touch was like a drug, one that I couldn’t pull away from. Not without having some sort of super power and right now, I was all out of those.

  “You’re not going to change.” I whimpered.

  “I swear, this time it’ll be different.” He promised.

  “It might be too late, there might be someone else.”

  James pulled back, fury taking over his body. “Who?”

  “You don’t know him.” I muttered, straightening my dress.

  “It’s that pitcher!” James fumed. “I’m going to fuck that kid up. Didn’t he learn his lesson today, not to mess with me?”

  “He’s nice, treats me nicely. It’s more than I can say about you.” I told him, feeling that bitter bug consume again, stopping ‘this’ from potentially happening again. We stood in silence for a few seconds before his arm wrapped around my waist again, pulling me into his embrace.

  Why was I letting this happen?

  What was wrong with me?

  I was so messed up!

  I was letting him do it again…pull me in.

  “Oh really, how nice is he. Does he make you feel like I can make you feel?” James’ green eyes melted into mine, his hand trailed down to my waist, grinding his body against mine. My eye lids closed as the first wave of pleasure shot throughout me.

  “Stop.” I whispered.

  “Nope.” James head curled into my neck, kissing the skin underneath my jawline, rolling his tongue across my skin. “Baby, I’ve been dying. I’ve been dreaming about touching you since that fucked up day.”

  “Really?” I gulped.

  He nodded. “Really.”

  “You told all your friends about me, all our business.” I told him.

  “Yeah, why wouldn’t I. I like you.” He informed, sounding light hearted. It made my skin tingle.

  “But you didn’t want to talk with me at school in front of everyone.” I exhaled, feeling every depressing emotion from the last month come back to me.

  I couldn’t go back to that.

  I couldn’t.

  “Do you see those girls that hang around us, they’re freaking piranhas. If they saw me with another girl besides one of them, they’d be on you like fresh meat.” He said quietly.

  “You were just trying to save me?” I asked him meekly, staring at him wide eyed.

  Before I knew it, James leaned in pressing his lips on to mine, kissing me deeply. I grabbed his shoulders, pulling him closer.

  He was just trying to protect me.

  My lips moved more powerfully against his, showing him how much I missed him even though I tried to convince myself that it didn’t. I missed him so much. I’d been a walking corpse this last week without him. I needed him.

  What about Jenna?

  I promised that I’d never speak to James again. She was going to kill me.

  I casted the nervous thought of telling Jenna about what had just happened to the side. James’s tongue entered my mouth, swirling around mine, making me feel….things. I grabbed the back of his neck and pushed him further into the kiss, plastering his sweaty, dirty uniform all over me.

  We had a whole week to make up for.

  *~*~*

  Somehow I found myself in James’s room, all alone in his house. His parents and siblings were off to the cottage for the weekend. His siblings’ school was closed tomorrow and their parents decided to get a head start on the long weekend.

  They were lucky.

  James had taken a quick shower as soon as we got to his house. After, we sat on his bed, not knowing what to do next.

  “Baby.” He whispered sensually, sliding in closer to me. His hand touched my thigh and my dress rode up a little. “You look so good in this dress.”

  I gulped and eyed him with stars. “Really?”

  “Really. Did you wear this dress for me?” James began kissing my neck. “It better have been for me and not that pussy pitcher guy.”

  “I actually wore it for me. If that makes it any better.” I explained, leaning my head back so he could kiss deeper.

  “I’m cool w
ith that, please wear more dresses like this for yourself, I’ll be happy anyways if I get to see your amazing legs.” James hummed against my skin. His tongue grazed across my skin, licking and sucking it.

  “Oh God.” I whimpered. I quickly turned, grabbing his face and pulling him in, kissing him. He leaned forward pushing his chest into mine. I fell back onto his bed and my head hits his pillow. He hovered over me, digging one knee in-between my thighs. He pushed his knee down and his thigh moved in between me. He gently grinded against my downstairs, making me feel incredible.

  “You like that?” James asked in between kisses.

  “Yeah,” I whimpered quietly against his lips. “I want more.”

  “Really?” James green eyes flashed excitedly.

  “Really.” I smiled.

  James got up and quickly took off his shirt. Following him, I decided to be brave. I began to take off my dress.

  James stopped me.

  “No, please baby, can I?” He pleaded. I nodded and let go of my strap. James pulled down each side strap, pushing the rest of the easy fabric down my body, making me stand in only my black bra and underwear. His hands lingered up and down my body. I was thankful for my new body. It wasn’t bumpy and out of place. It was lean and toned.

  “You like?” I asked him timidly.

  “I love.” He grabbed me and pushed me back down on to the bed, kissing me like a mad man.

  Touching me everywhere.

  “Can I take off my pants?” He asked.

  I blinked. “Yeah.”

  His hand lingered on my bra strap. “Can I take off your bra?”

  “Yeah.” I gulped. This was it.

  James took his pants off quickly. Then he took off my bra, throwing it to the ground. We just had our underwear on. As his greedy eyes scoured my body for the millionth time, they paused at my breasts and he began caressing them. “Baby, you’re freaking gorgeous.”

  “Really?” I asked, meekly.

  “Really.” He assured breathily, pressing his chest into mine.

  He breathed hard and began grinding his underwear area against mine. My back curled in response and I cried out quietly in response.

  That felt amazing.

  “You like that, you want more?” He panted.

  “Yeah I want more.” I told him breathily, feeling sedated.

  “Do you want to?” He gulped visibly.

  Go all the way?

  Well there wasn’t much stopping us, we were already practically naked and I didn’t think I could walk away content without going all the way this time.

  I gave him a timid nod. “Yeah, I want to.” His eyes brightened, clearly excited. He quickly lowered down and peeled my underwear off. He then slid his own off. He pressed his naked body on top of mine. The feeling was out of this world.

  “Baby, this is amazing.” He hummed, his mouth slightly opened, his eyes transfixed as if he were comatose.

  “Yeah, I love it too. Push against me more.” I cried, pushing myself ‘there’ into his ‘there’.

  “If I do then I really will lose it, and this will be over before it begins.” He groaned.

  Over?

  Oh God, over, meaning….he was going to spill on me or even in me?

  All of a sudden memories of the safe sex class I took in the ninth grade came to me.

  “Do you have a condom?” I asked, grabbing his shoulders, stopping him from moving.

  “Yeah.” He breathed.

  “Have you ever had sex before?” I asked, letting go of his arms.

  He nodded and pressed his chest into mine. “Yes, but not since I met you.”

  “Really?” I breathed, elated.

  “Really.” He assured.

  He reached over to his night stand and pulled out a square foil packet. He took the latex out and slid it over his man part, which had grown even larger. I stared at it fascinated.

  “You like what you see Fireball?” James smirked as he nestled against me again, all wrapped up.

  I grinned “Damn right.”

  “This might hurt a little.” He expressed thoughtfully.

  “I trust you, just go slow please.” I whispered, my heart starting to pound faster. Now, this was really it. It was going to happen.

  “I will, trust me, you’re going to enjoy it.” He pressed the tip of his man over my edge. I breathed hard as he slowly entered inside me. I felt myself expanding. The pressure was getting more intense the more he went inside. He stopped and looked at me.

  “Baby this is it, I’m going to go all in.” He panted.

  “Okay.” With that he slammed into me and I cried out, biting into his shoulder.

  “Ouch.” I giggled nervously after a few seconds of getting used to the pain.

  OH MY GOD! I was having sex!

  “Are you okay?” James asked, not moving.

  “I’m fine, it just shocked me. Go slow.” I breathed.

  “Baby,” James hummed, beginning to move slowly, up and down. The friction of his movement soon took over from the pain, and I found myself craving him to move faster.

  “Faster baby, I want it faster.” I begged.

  He moved faster, pumping me. His fingers found their way over my downstairs and they swirled around as he moved faster. I could feel myself going somewhere out of this world.

  “James.” I whimpered as my head curled into his pillow. “I don’t think I can…”

  James grunted. “Baby, come, come now!”

  I exploded, and knowing that we were alone, I moaned loudly. “Oh God!”

  “I’m coming now!” James cried. He pumped faster for a few more seconds before stopping and collapsing on top of me, shaking. “Baby!”

  I caressed his back as he finished the last of his ecstasy.

  “Did you like it?” James mumbled into my skin.

  “I loved it.” I said slowly.

  As his man left my edge, I winced in pain as the latex grazed against my skin. He rolled to the side, facing me, caressing the side of my face, sweat dripping from his face. “That was amazing.”

  “It was.” I hushed back.

  “If you think I’m ever letting you go after this, you’re going to have another thing coming for you.” James warned.

  I laughed as I stretched my body. “Oh really?”

  “Yep, baby, this time it’s going to be different. Everyone in school is going to know that you’re my girl.” James assured and my eyes snapped open. Staring at him with pleading eyes.

  I caressed the side of his face and gulped. “What about Donna and her crew, you said they get mean when they see one of their boys with other girls.”

  “I’ll protect you. Always.” James promised. He leaned in and kissed me firmly on the lips, letting them linger amazingly longer than necessary. I wasn’t complaining about the lack of oxygen.

  When we couldn’t handle the lack of oxygen anymore, we pulled away from our kiss and he slid off the bed. “I’m going to throw this out, I’ll be right back.”

  “Okay.” I layed on his bed still panting and feeling sweaty all over. I couldn’t believe it, I had just had sex.

  Good sex. Even though it was my first time and I didn’t have anything to compare it to.

  It hurt in the beginning, but it went away. I could see myself doing this a lot. But here was the bigger dilemma.

  Jenna!

  How was I going to tell her this? She wouldn’t understand. She’d think I was tricked again, that I fell for James’s words again.

  “What are you thinking about?” James asked, walking back into his room, naked.

  “Nothing.” I smiled at him as he layed back onto the bed, grabbing me and sliding me against his chest. He had a few wet napkins in his hand and he bent over me, cleaning my downstairs softly.

  “Thank you.” I said.

  He gave me a small smile. “This is my job baby.”

  I smiled warmly at him as he finished cleaning me. He threw the dirty napkins into the trash and I checked his dig
ital alarm clock. It was just after six. I had plenty of time before I had to get home.

  “James, are you going to your victory party?” I asked.

  He gave me a look like I was crazy for asking. “Hell no, I’ve got other plans.”

  “Oh really, like what?” I giggled, elated by his answer.

  He bit his bottom lip and leaned forward. “Like how many times I can get you to explode before having to take you home.”

  I laughed and James hovered over me again, kissing me and beginning to work me, proving to me that the task he set himself wasn’t going to be as difficult as I’d thought.

  CHAPTER 29

  I woke up groggily, my joints cracking as I stretched my entire body.

  Why am I so sore? I thought as my eye lids opened and the shining sun enveloped me. Then I remembered why I was so sore.

  Oh yeah. I smiled to myself. I had a pretty intense work out last night, an amazing work out actually. Too bad I didn’t wear my calorie counting watch while James and I explored one another. Mom would have been ecstatic over the calories I burned in such a short period of time.

  Definitely, at least a thousand calories were burned last night! I laughed deliriously at the thought. I got off the bed with power, with happiness and walked to my closet, opening it.

  Today was going to be a big day. Even though I was promised everything from James, I was still a tiny bit skeptical, especially with our history. It would be a nightmare if he decided to ignore me, or worse touch Donna in front of me.

  If he really wanted to be my man, there would be no more girls (cough, Donna, cough) touching him, laughing too close to his face, pretending that they’re something that they clearly weren’t.

  He was my man and I was his girl. I really hoped at least. Today was going to be the day where he proved that to me. I gave him my virginity last night, which had turned into the most amazing, exhilarating, stress relieving night of my life. I loved every second of it. But if he wanted more of that, well, it was a privilege and only deep and devoted boyfriends were supposed to get that privilege.