by Ali Parker
He took my chin in his grasp and turned me back to face him. "What's wrong?"
"That name. You and your brothers used to call me "Pissy Chrissy, remember?"
Jeremy nodded. "Yeah. But I stopped doing that after that first summer. I just called you 'Chrissy.' Do you remember?"
I thought back, trying to remember. That first summer, I remembered all five brothers circling around me, taunting me with that damn name. After that, I stopped paying attention to what the brothers had said altogether.
That's not right, her inner voice corrected. You remember the way he said your name when he'd set about destroying your dreams when you were thirteen. There hadn't been a "pissy" involved.
"You're right. I’m remembering wrong." I relaxed against him, hating that I had to admit I was wrong. I seldomly did it, but it seemed in appropriate not to.
Jeremy gave a low chuckle. "So you do have a soft side. I'm glad you're letting it show."
I punched him in the gut playfully.
"Ow.” He turned and pulled me closer, tugging me beneath him and running his fingers along my side.
I swatted at him through my laugher, my mind stuck on the need to get him off of me and his attack over.
He slowed his attack and hovered over me, his hard body pressed to the top of me. “Oh God,” I whispered, closing my eyes.
“What? You want me to get up?” He brushed my hair back.
“No. I’ve wanted to know how this might feel for so damn long.”
"Me too, baby." He leaned down and claimed my lips as he used his hips to open my legs. I wrapped them around him and tightened my hold around his strong shoulders. The kiss was scorching, one I was unprepared for. His mouth ravaged mine, his need far greater than anything I had experienced myself. I pressed up into it until I struggled to breathe.
The deep press of his hips caused his erection to rub against the softest parts of me, my body tingling and so sloppy wet.
I pulled back, gasping for air as the world around me spun. I was lightheaded, but amazed. The kiss had been like nothing I had ever experienced. Nothing I would experience again. It was too good.
Jeremy pressed soft kisses to my cheeks and brushed his lips once more by mine before moving to sit up. He pulled me up with him, urging me to sit between his outstretched legs. He put both arms around me and slid his hand along my arms until he held my hands in his.
"Do you have a boyfriend?" he whispered against my ear, causing my body to scream for relief. I could see why Margie wanted to have sex again and again. I wanted to kiss the boy behind me until I ran out of breath over and over again.
I shook my head, snuggling against him. I loved knowing how turned on he was. He didn’t seem too shy to try and hide it either.
"A gorgeous girl like you, and no boyfriend? I find that hard to believe."
"Believe it," I whispered and turned a little, rubbing the tip of my nose along his jaw.
"Must be my lucky night. How about you try me on for size?"
"As my boyfriend?"
"You don't have to sound so shocked." He pulled me in tighter and moved his hand up to my face, forcing me to look back at him. The position was almost uncomfortable, but it felt so damn good. Like he was in control and we were going to do exactly what he wanted us to.
My head was spinning. Jeremy Thompson, the boy I had been in love with since I was twelve finally wanted to be my man. It couldn’t be happening. I was going to wake up any minute.
"You're heading to Austin in a couple of months, I know," he said, putting a damper on the high I seemed to be riding on. "Why not enjoy ourselves over the summer? A summer fling, you know. Fun but not too serious."
I tried not to stiffen. So it was that kind of boyfriend, was it? Sounded more like friends with benefits. I wasn’t so sure I could do that. My body was sold on the idea, but my heart wasn’t having any of it.
Jealousy reared its ugly head as the conversation with Margie came to life in my head. I wanted to lose my virginity like she had. If I could choose anyone to give it to, it would be the sexy guy behind me.
It would be nice to go away to college prepared, to know a thing or two before I started dating college boys. Here was one, volunteering to let me practice on him. Could I handle it? Keep my heart tucked away? I didn’t know. This wasn’t just any guy, but Jeremy.
He's hot, he's sexy, and he kisses like the Devil himself. Why not keep him as your summer boyfriend? Then when August rolls around, you leave, no messy goodbyes. You each know where you stand.
It was tempting, so tempting.
Then why did a huge part of me scream, “NO!”
"Okay. I want to try."
"Good. See I told you I didn’t need those stars the other night. I got all I need right here.” He pulled me back and pressed his lips to mine, the sweetness of the moment promising to brand my soul and rip me in half in two months when it was over.
Why could nothing good last?
CHAPTER SIX
Time marched forward. Mow the hay. Stack the hay. Rake the hay. Repeat.
Still, the activity made my body ache in a good way at the end of a hard day. What was good was how badly I ached for Jeremy. He was still staying in the other room and the end of the summer was drawing near. We hadn’t done much more than kiss and touch all over each other. Certainly a man in college – a senior in college – wanted more. It must have been me. He was holding back because he saw me as a girl still. Someone to adore, but protect.
Our time together had been sweet thought. There were stolen moments behind the barn and evenings up by the lake. My cousins had realized that something was up between us, but despite the never-ending teasing I received, no one had mentioned anything to my folks, nor would they. I would turn their ass in for the havoc they caused last year.
Later that week, my dad discovered that Jeremy was sleeping on the floor in the spare room. It was an accident and I was honestly grateful for it. Poor Jeremy groaned when he'd bent over to stack some hay and my father had noticed. I didn’t have the nerve to bring him back into my room. I would look too needy.
That night daddy made sure Jeremy got settled into the trundle in my room, leaving the door open and the hall light on for good measure. My father trusted the boy beyond measure simply due to proving his character over the summer so many times.
I stayed awake after they'd turned in for the evening, unable to fall asleep knowing the object of my deepest desires was asleep in the bed next to mine. I turned away from him, hoping it would help. The soft sound of his breathing caused my heart to swell. I wanted him in my bed, yes, but I realized that without a doubt… I loved him.
"Can't sleep, baby?" He broke the silence, causing me to jump.
I rolled over and curled up, pulling my blanket up to my chin. “No. My mind’s racing.”
“Me too.” The sound of him moving off his bed almost caused my heart to stop. He tugged at my covers and leaned over. “Scoot over.”
I shifted over in the bed and waited until he reached for me to cuddle up against his side. He brushed his fingers through my hair as I rested my cheek on his shoulder. He didn’t have on a shirt and his boxers were unbelievably thin. It was hot in the house and being close to him seemed to only accentuate the heat.
"You don't know how many times I imagined myself sneaking into your room, climbing into your bed." He pressed his lips to my head.
His words ignited a fire inside me and I entwined my legs around his, moving closer. “I’ve had the same thoughts.”
"It got to be so uncomfortable on that floor that I couldn't sleep on my stomach. Not while I was thinking of you. Otherwise I'd injure myself."
I snorted and chuckled softly, glancing up at him. He was beyond beautiful. Everything I wanted in my life. “I don’t want you to go.”
“I don’t either, baby.” He slid his hand deeper into my hair and brushed his lips across mine, licking softly at my mouth.
His hand slid down from my shoulder and cupped my breast over
my nightshirt. I groaned softly against his mouth as he pulled back. “Sit up and take your shirt off for me. I want to feel your skin on mine.”
I didn’t question his directives, only followed them. I wanted to be shy or embarrassed, but this moment was so far past due for me, and it was fleeting. I only had a little more time with him.
I laid back down and he moved, lifting up on his elbow and smiling down at me. “Beautiful.”
His fingers brushed by my nipples softly before rolling one of them between his fingers. I closed my eyes and let out another soft sigh. It felt so good to be close to him, his strong hands on me. I needed him everywhere.
"You're so perfect," he whispered and moved above me, replacing his hands with his mouth. A soft lick and suck combo over both of my breasts. I tried not to make too loud of a noise. I didn’t want to wake my parents.
I needed to feel him, wanting to touch him but I wasn’t sure if he would be offended. I slid my hand down his side and curved in, rubbing just above his hip. He sucked one of my nipples deep into his mouth and tugged my hand to his cock, stroking himself with it once.
That was it. I thought my whole body might explode.
“Under the underwear. Touch me, Chrissy. Hard baby.” He moved up and pressed his lips to me as I tightened my grip on him, pulling at the soft flesh of his cock as he groaned over and over against my mouth.
His heart beat so hard against my chest as he panted softly. My own followed in tandem and I growled as he pulled my hand from him.
“No more. I’m gonna come if you keep it up, sexy girl.” He licked the long column of my neck and urged my legs open. He pressed his hips forward, dragging his thick erection along the wet center of me. My panties moved just a little, his skin brushing by mine and sending shock waves down my spine. I arched and hissed as he looked up.
"Feel how hard my heart is beating," he said. "This is what you do to me. Feel how hard my cock is? You do that shit all the time too, baby girl."
“So fucking hot,” I whispered against his mouth, my body aching for the sex that was most certainly our next steps. “I want you.”
"I want you too, but I don’t want to go too fast. We’re already past where I wanted to take us. You just drive me crazy.” He pressed his hips forward again, his cock pushing my panties to the side as he slid over the swollen flesh of my lips. “So wet.”
I reached up and pulled him down for a long kiss. I teased his tongue into my mouth and sucked softly as he rubbed himself against me again. The deep burn in the pit of my stomach only seemed to get worse. I was almost ready to roll him over and impale myself on his arousal. He pulled back.
“Let's not move so fast. I want it to be incredibly special for us. I’ve waited too long not to enjoy every second with you.” He kissed me again softly, taking his time. “Sweet dream, baby. Know that I want you more than I’ve ever wanted another woman.”
I stifled a groan as he slid out of the bed and climbed back into the trundle.
"Good night, gorgeous," he said with a big yawn. "Sleep well."
There was no sleeping. I laid there, staring at the ceiling as my chest lifted up and down. I couldn’t seem to catch my breath and I wasn’t sure if the tears burning my eyes were at the realization that he was leaving soon or if it was more about needing him to fuck me and not getting my way.
I wouldn’t be getting much sleep at all that night, not with my body on fire like it was. Occasionally I had felt like this before, never this intensely. I needed to touch myself, to bring relief to the center of me where the flames were the worst. I couldn’t though. My parents would hear me or worse… Jeremy would.
I tossed and turned all night, the memory of his hands all over me. I needed him to touch my wetness, to sink down into it and bring me to orgasm. I glanced at the clock for the last time at two. That was it.
I rolled over and pressed my face to the pillow and slid my fingers deep inside of me. I didn’t give a shit who heard. I was done and beyond tired of the ache between my legs. Moaning softly in the pillow I took my time and kept it as subtle as I could. It didn’t take long and I exploded, my whole body shaking with the orgasm.
I could have sworn I heard him whisper, ‘hot’, but I passed out too soon thereafter, leaving the world and all my depravity behind.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The next day, Christina and Jeremy were turning the hay in the west field while the rest of the crew worked on mowing the south field. He'd been teasing her all morning, tossing hay in her hair and knocking her over into the hay piles and then falling in after her to take advantage.
The worst was when she’d started scratching at the pieces of hay trapped under her clothing. He'd offer to help satisfy her itch, then proceeded to run his hands all over her body, rapidly, supposedly to help clear the hay off her. Mostly it was to cop a quick feel.
The endless teasing kept her on edge, made her want to explode. Her mood mirrored the weather around her. The skies were filling with heavy clouds, the winds picking up. A storm was brewing.
Their conversation had been light and playful for the most part, but he'd just turned to her, his face serious. "Am I your first boyfriend, Chrissy?"
"No," she answered, too quickly. "Not exactly."
He cocked an eyebrow at her. "Not exactly?"
"Well, in ninth grade I dated Matthew Kennedy for three weeks. He broke up with me to go to the homecoming dance with Janice Carter."
Jeremy smiled. "Ninth grade huh? No one since then?"
Chrissy blushed. "I went to prom with Harold Stephenson."
"The nerd with the tortoise shell glasses?"
"He wears contacts now," she corrected.
Jeremy laughed. "And did you and Harold get close after prom?"
"He kissed me," she admitted.
Had Jeremy's face just tightened? He'd asked the question, it wasn't her fault if he didn't like her answer.
"Anything else?" he asked, focusing his attention at raking the hay in front of him.
"He stuck his tongue in my mouth. I didn't like it."
Jeremy laughed, a loud, carefree sound. It sounded pleasant to Christina. Even if the joke was at her expense in this instance.
"If you're finished with your interrogation, the defense has some questions for the witness."
Jeremy chuckled. "Shoot."
"I know I'm not your first girlfriend."
"Objection," he said. "That's not a question."
It was Christina's turn to laugh. "You're right. Let's see...how many girls have you been with?"
"How many girlfriends have I had," he asked, "or how many girls have I slept with?"
There's a different number? Christina was caught off guard. "Both."
Jeremy paused before he spoke. "I've been in three fairly serious relationships. One in my senior year in high school. One in my freshman year of college, and one last year."
"What happened?" she asked, intrigued at this glimpse into the man she'd wanted since forever.
"Uh, well, for Number One, high school ended and we went to different colleges, so things ended pretty amicably. Number Two turned out to be crazy, too into the frat party lifestyle. I got temporarily distracted by that world too and had to pull back or risk getting kicked out of school."
Jeremy took a deep breath. "Number Three, well, I guess we were heading in different directions. She’s finishing up a business degree and headed for the big city. I'm majoring in agriculture and hoping to move back to the country. Things just wouldn't have worked."
Christina nodded. Number Three sounded like it had been a serious, grown-up relationship. It had failed because they had different goals. And it sounded like his ex-girlfriend's goals were similar to her own.
A sudden sadness descended over her. She pushed it away with all her might, reminding herself that this was just a summer fling. Christina pulled herself back into the conversation. "And the other number?"
"The number of girls I've slept with?" Did he sound nervous?<
br />
Christina nodded. She didn't really want to hear the answer, but she needed to know.
"Seven women, not including the three I just mentioned."
Ten total. Christina felt sick to her stomach. He was experienced, and she was an ignorant virgin. How could she possibly measure up?
Thunder rumbled and Jeremy looked up at the sky. "We should get headed back," he said. "The storm is gonna hit soon."
Christina sighed, picking up her rake and heading in the direction of the barn. Inside her was a whirlwind of feeling, worse than the twisters that would sometimes tear out of the north and threaten to suddenly destroy everything she’d so carefully built.
She knew she was walking a dangerous line. Every day she grew closer to Jeremy. Every moment they spent together, the longing inside her expanded. Christina knew she had to keep a rein on her feelings, knew that this burgeoning relationship could be nothing more than a summer fling.
That knowledge did not sit well inside her. Not at all.
Christina slammed into the barn and threw her rake in the general direction of the other implements. Then she crossed her arms over her chest and scowled.
“What’s gotten into you?” Jeremy asked. “I know it’s hot as a pot of neck bones, but you aren’t usually this angry over the heat.”
Christina watched as he picked up her rake and settled it into its proper place, then did the same with his own rake. Jeremy turned back to her, leaned against the barn wall, and crossed his own arms over his broad chest.
“Well?” he said when she just stared at him. “You gonna answer me?”
He was so cocky. So self-assured and smug. He had all the experience and she was barely out of high school. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t show him a thing or two.
She was tired of his taking her only so far and stopping. Tired of endless nights of lying awake, wishing his hands were on her body, wishing to feel his weight on her as he took her to the height of ecstasy.
Filled with a sudden bravado that she knew she might regret later, Christina stalked forward and drew close to Jeremy, putting her hands on the wall on either side of his arms.