I pause, realizing I’ve said more than I may have wanted to.
“Taylor’s what?” Wesley asks.
I sigh.
“It’s rather embarrassing. Taylor’s mom and my dad are dating. So crazy, right?”
“No way!” Wesley exclaims. “Good ole Coach Thompson getting some action. Nice.”
My heart speeds up, worried that I shouldn’t have told him.
“Don’t tell anyone,” I say quickly. “It’s obviously not something that’s out in the open.”
“I won’t,” he says, and then chuckles. “So your dad’s got a secret relationship going, just like us.”
Relationship?
Do we have a relationship? Does my dad have a relationship?
I think about the little blue box.
Suddenly I feel like I’m going to suffocate unless I tell someone. Unless I tell him.
“Yeah, and I think it’s more serious than I initially assumed.”
I want to cry, but instead I lay my head on Wesley’s neck.
“I think he might actually be really into her. As in, this isn’t just some fling like he normally has.”
“Well, that could be good, right?” Wesley lays his head on mine. “I mean, if your dad’s happy? And I’m assuming you like Taylor’s mom?”
“I love her,” I say. “She’s been kind of like a… second… mom to me ever since my own mom…”
It’s so hard to talk about that I just give up.
“I understand.” Wesley nods.
“But I just didn’t think my dad would…”
I trail off again.
“Move on?” he asks.
“Yes. I guess. I mean, he always says that my mom was the only love of his life. And what if he just…”
“Replaces her?”
“Yes. It sounds awful, right? But you read my mind.”
“No one could ever replace your mom, Chels.”
Chels.
I’ve never had a nickname. I like the way it sounds. It cheers me up, which I know is what I need right now.
“I know.”
“Coach Thompson can be a real pain in the ass,” he tells me, and I laugh.
“Yeah. Tell me about it.”
“But he’s a good guy. He’s really done a lot for me. Given me a chance when no one else would.”
He stiffens up a bit and although I’m curious, I know better than to ask what exactly he means.
“I want him to be happy,” he continues. “I know you do too.”
“Yes,” I agree. “I just have to learn how to deal with it somehow.”
“I’m sure I can help.”
We both laugh.
“I’m sorry I got jealous,” he says, rubbing my back and then kissing my neck. “It was stupid of me.”
Now his eyes look eager to let me in and I think that maybe, just maybe, he and I could work. I’ve never opened up like this to anyone before, and apparently he’s not used to it either.
But this was only supposed to be a fling. Why can’t I just have a rebellious time with the star quarterback… the guy I’m supposed to avoid the most?
Why do I have to let my heart get involved? And what if I hand him my heart, only for him to break it?
Chapter 24 – Wesley
Holy shit.
This is some heavy stuff.
Chelsea has just told me all her deep dark secrets, and I feel as if I should give up a few of my own. I just never have before. And it’s fucking scary.
But before I have time to keep overanalyzing the situation, she’s pawing at the fly on my pants.
“Really…?” I ask, surprised that she’d want to do this in a public place.
“Really,” she says, looking up at me with a mischievous smile. “I’ve never done something forbidden like this before, and for some reason I feel like doing it with you.”
“For some reason, huh?” I ask, as she takes out my cock and begins licking it.
It’s harder than I can ever remember it being. It wants her fucking wet, eager mouth all over it. And, luckily, she kneels down in front of me and puts it further in her mouth.
“That feels so fucking good,” I tell her, as she wraps her hand around its base while licking and sucking on its shaft.
She works it so good under the old abandoned roller coaster.
I feel myself getting harder, pulsing, and then I tell her, “Oh my god, I’m going to come.”
“Mmmm hmmmm,” she mumbles, while sucking on me.
Soon my cum is gushing into her mouth, and she’s swallowing it, to my great delight.
“Oh my god. Chelsea. Chelsea.”
I can’t help moaning in between saying her name over and over. It feels so fucking amazing.
She says, “That’s exactly the kind of rush I was looking for.”
“You?” I exclaim. “What about me?”
“Glad you enjoyed it,” she says. “And you know, there’s another kind of rush you might like too.”
“Oh my god,” I groan. “Are you still talking about The Beast?”
I kiss her, not because I don’t want to ride The Beast— or, not only for that reason, at least— but because I don’t want us to be done with what we’ve been doing.
She kisses me back, and soon my cock has risen right back up for the occasion.
“Woah,” she says, “Already?”
“It can’t help itself,” I tell her. “You’re irresistible.”
She puts her hand on it but I push it away, while still kissing her full, soft lips. She smells like ice cream and wind. She tastes like me. It’s all so perfect that I don’t want to ruin it.
“I know you haven’t ever…” I start to say.
“I want to,” she says quickly. “With you.”
“But not here,” I tell her, breaking away from her kiss. “Not like this. That’s no way for your first time to go down.”
She sighs, looking frustrated.
I fucking love how much she wants me.
“But where else could we do it?” she asks. “Obviously not at your dorm, because anyone can see us go in and out.”
“Not to mention the fact that I have a roommate,” I add.
“Yeah. Definitely not there. And not at my house. I think my dad’s probably with Taylor’s mom but still…”
“Yeah, too big of a risk,” I agree. “But come on. I have an idea.”
I pull her up and we head back out the way we came. I’m relieved to be walking in the opposite direction of The Beast, hopefully for good this time. But I’m even more excited about finally going all the way with Chelsea Thompson.
This will be the score of a lifetime. Even though I’m beginning to realize that my heart may be just as involved as much as my cock is.
Chapter 25 – Chelsea
After nearly an hour of riding in Wesley’s car, I just can’t stand the suspense any longer.
“So how far away is this place we’re going to?” I ask him.
“Not very far at all now,” he says.
“And what exactly is it?”
“Well, I decided there’s nothing hotter than taking your virginity in the bed I’ve slept in since middle school.”
“What?” I exclaim.
He doesn’t answer me as he turns into a residential street and then pulls up to a cute brick house, complete with a proverbial white picket fence.
“This is your house?” I exclaim again. “I mean, like, your parents’ house?”
“Yep,” he answers, with a sly shrug.
“It’s so adorable!” I squeal.
“Looks can be deceiving,” he says, mysteriously and rather glumly.
“Meaning…?”
“I can’t believe their car is in the driveway. They weren’t supposed to be here. But just remember. What’s inside doesn’t always match what’s outside,” he says, which doesn’t explain much.
“Well, geez. I’m honored.”
He shrugs as if it’s no big deal, and gets out of th
e car. As he walks around to the passenger side to open the door for me, I can’t believe what’s happening. I’m thinking I have to be at least a little bit special, for him to bring me to his parents’ house.
As he knocks on the door, he says, “Brace yourself.”
“For what?” I ask, but then a smiling, attractive woman opens the door.
“Wesley!” She exclaims. “What a surprise! It’s so nice to see you!”
“Hi Mom,” he says, and gives her a half hug.
I’m surprised that his mom is so young. Not everyone had kids as young as my dad and mom were when they had me and I’m used to seeing parents who look old enough to be my grandparents.
“And who did you bring to meet us?” she asks, pointing her big smile at me.
“No one,” he says, annoyed. “I mean, sorry, Chelsea. I didn’t mean you were no one. I just meant, Mom, that I didn’t bring her to meet you. We just came to chill out. I thought you and Dad were on a cruise.”
“Your dad’s knee flared up again, and so we postponed it,” his mom says. “We want to be able to do a hike around the islands that the ship stops at.”
Wesley sighs, and says, “Sorry, Chelsea. I really thought we’d be alone.”
“Hi, I’m Chelsea,” I say, and extend my hand.
“I’m Silvia,” she says, smiling again. “Wesley’s mom. Nice to meet you.”
I don’t understand why Wesley sounds so negative about everything. I would love to be able to have him meet my mom.
But as we enter the house, a big booming voice calls out, “Silvia, who the hell is it?”
“If you’d have just answered the door yourself like I’d asked you to, dear, you would have seen that it’s our darling son!”
Her voice is dripping with so much passive aggressive resentment that I can’t help but shoot a confused look at Wesley.
He raises his eyebrows at me, as if to say, “I told you so.”
“You know I have this bum knee,” he says. “I can’t be up and about answering the door and doing everything else you think I should do for you, when I’m the one who’s injured.”
And then his tall, towering figure appears in the living room.
“Ronnie, this is Wesley’s… friend… Chelsea,” Silvia says, her smile looking even bigger now, but obviously fake.
“Oh no you don’t,” shouts Ronnie, although I’m not sure if he’s talking to Wesley or his mom. “Don’t be encouraging him to bring his little hook-ups to our house. I did all this work to save his ass and now he’ll never get back to Huningdale if he goes and does all his stupid shit with this blonde little cheerleading-looking girl all over again. No offense, hon.”
He looks at me and nods, and then aims his glare back at Silvia.
“Honey, I think it’s great that Wesley’s found a nice girl,” she says, obviously unperturbed. “You should just let him live his life…”
“Let him live his life!” He shouts, as if Wesley and I aren’t standing right there. “Let him live his life! Look how good that’s turned out so far!”
“Come on, Chels,” says Wesley, taking my hand and leading me up the stairs.
His chin is tucked down and his cheeks are slightly red. This isn’t at all the cocky stance I’m used to seeing, and I can tell he’s so embarrassed.
As we head to his bedroom, I can still hear his dad going off about “letting him go up there to make all the same mistakes, because he had to be raised with a coddling mother like you,” and his mom saying, “Oh calm down Ronnie, he’s just a handsome boy who can’t help but attract girls…”
“Wow,” I whisper as soon as Wesley closes the door. “You weren’t kidding.”
“Yeah.”
He sits down on the bed, looking defeated.
I sit down next to him, not sure of what to say and fearing I’d already said too much.
“You were so open with me at the amusement park that I feel I should tell you something,” he says, his eyes wide open and looking rather fearful.
I take a crazy guess.
“Is it about why you were afraid to ride The Beast?” I ask him.
“Something like that,” he says, looking obviously embarrassed once again.
And I don’t know what I’m more shocked about— the crazy scene I just witnessed between his parents, or the fact that badass, cocky as shit Wesley Reynolds is about to tell me something that makes him vulnerable.
Chapter 26 – Wesley
“I’m not saying I was scared to ride The Beast,” I quickly tell Chelsea, not being able to stand her piercing blue eyes boring into my own.
“Okay, so what, then?” she asks, laying her head on my shoulder.
I’m beginning to regret bringing it up. But I was so touched by how she’d told me about her own inner demons— and mortified that I’d accidentally brought her around my crazy parents— that it felt like the perfect time to share.
“I just… this one thing happened when I was younger that made it so that I wasn’t a huge fan of stuff like roller coasters.”
I begin giving her another back massage, just to have something to focus on besides my embarrassment. And because touching her feels so damn good no matter the situation.
“Oh?”
She’s looking down at her hands, obviously trying not to seem overly interested and I appreciate it. I guess it’s time I told this story to someone, since I never have.
“My parents have been married for ions, but they should have gotten divorced a long time ago if you ask me,” I say, kneading her shoulders with my hands.
“That feels great,” she moans, and then she returns her head to my own shoulder. “Sorry. Go on.”
“As you can tell, they just fight all the damn time. It’s always like this. It’s so annoying. And as a kid, it was confusing, because they act like a big happy family, but everything is always so chaotic. All the time. I began to realize they never paid any attention to me, because they were so busy hating each other.”
“That sucks,” she says, sounding righteously indigent on my behalf.
“I’d often go over to my grandpa’s house,” I continue, “because he would focus just on me, whereas when I was with them I often felt like I didn’t even exist.”
“Makes sense.”
She nods, into my shoulder, as I continue massaging her neck.
“It’s good that you had a close bond with your grandfather.”
“Definitely,” I agree. “Sadly, he’s gone now. So I can…”
I pause.
Fuck.
I always say the wrong thing. This is why I hate talking about anything like this to anyone.
“Relate to the fact that my mom’s gone?” Chelsea guesses.
“Yeah. I was going to say that. But I know it’s not the same thing. And I don’t want to act like it is.”
“I’m sure it’s very similar,” she says. “You were really close with your grandfather from what it sounds like.”
“I was. He was like a second father to me and sometimes a better one, as awful as that sounds.”
“I’m sorry.”
“But anyway,” I shake my head, trying to focus on the good memories I have with my grandfather instead of how much it sucks that he’s no longer here. And then I continue. “At the park near our house there was a big structure kids could climb up on. This was before the days of everything having to be so safe to avoid litigation.”
Chelsea chuckles.
“It was one of those things built out of metal, that had stairs to climb, a flat circular place to rest on, and more stairs to climb, and then once you get up high there’s another smaller, flat circular place where you can see all around, all across the playground and everything.”
“Oh yeah,” Chelsea nods again. “I think I know what you mean. I vaguely remember those. They were much more fun than the litigation- safe playground equipment that kids have to settle for today.”
“Exactly,” I say, and laugh again. I love how she thinks.
“Well, I loved to climb on it and once I was all the way at the top, I’d cry out, ‘Superman!’ and I’d say, ‘Are you ready to catch me, Grandpa?’ He’d nod his head— he was always the strong but silent type— and I’d jump down from the highest part. He’d catch me and swing me around, making it seem like I was flying, like Superman.”
“Awesome,” she says, smiling. “Those were the days.”
“They sure were.”
I pause here, remembering my days at the park with Grandpa.
“Well, once I was at the playground with my mom and dad,” I continue, reluctantly. “It was one of those days where it seemed like they were actually getting along for once, and I thought it was going to be a nice time. I climbed up to the top of the structure, and somehow, in the meantime, they’d started fighting.”
“No way!” Chelsea exclaims, sounding truly mad for me.
“Yeah. I have no idea what it was about, but as usual something set them off in the short amount of time that it took for me to climb up there. Sure, I’d had two matchbox cars in my hand and I’d played with them a bit on the top. I guess they thought I’d be up there for a while. But I was used to the game I played with Grandpa, you know?”
“Oh my god,” Chelsea says. “I think I can see where this might be going…”
“Yep. When I got bored of being up there I stood up and said, ‘Superman! Mommy, Daddy, are you ready to catch me?’ And my dad nodded. Actually, they both nodded at me, but I was focused on my dad, assuming he’d be the one to catch me.”
“Naturally.”
“So I jumped off. Only no one caught me.”
“Oh my God. That’s horrible.”
“Yeah. They had been lost in their stupid argument, and had only nodded at me because they heard me talking— not because they’d heard what I’d said, or known what it meant. Then they’d turned back to each other and had gone on fighting, leaving me to nearly face plant on the ground below. And this was before the days of the nice, padded mulch landings. I was about to get a face full of concrete.”
“Wow. That really sucks, Wesley.”
“I tried to break my fall, and for that I earned myself a broken wrist and a trip to the hospital for a re-setting and a cast. And also, a lifelong fear of heights.”
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