by Autumn Brown
“I’m sorry about your sister. I just heard.” I told him.
He nodded.
“Thanks for doing all of this. I feel safer already.”
“I can’t help my sister, but maybe I can help some other girl, keep that from happening to any girl here.”
“I always thought I could take care of myself, with the moves that my dad taught me. But I couldn’t even get away from him. He was too strong. I couldn’t even move a muscle hardly.” I started to cry thinking about it again.
Alan rubbed my arm. “I’m sorry. We won’t let that happen to any girl here again. Or we’ll try our best.”
“Is your sister okay now?” I asked him.
“She is. Thanks for asking.”
I said goodbye to Alan and the other guys, feeling really close to them all now. I had always felt like they were all friends, but now I felt like they were really good friends. I liked the feeling.
Spencer drove to his house, then I drove on home. I didn’t want to stay. I wanted to get to my house and get to my bed. I wanted to curl up tightly in my blankets and get to sleep. Or I thought I wanted to get to sleep. When sleep finally came, I started having horrible dreams. They felt so real. I could have sworn that I could actually feel Jose’s hands on me again. I relived bits and pieces of what happened hours before. But in my nightmare, Jose actually pinned me down on the ground. He was about to actually rape me when I woke up, hyperventilating. I had to get a grip on myself.
I looked at the clock. It was one o’clock in the morning. I wanted to be away, away from here for some reason. I climbed out my window and walked down the road barefoot. The moon was really bright and lit my way. I wanted to sit down under the cottonwood tree down the road and think about things. The old cottonwood tree was my thinking tree, and had been all through my childhood. What if he had raped me? Would I still be the same person? I wouldn’t be a virgin any longer. I would have been so upset if he would have stolen that from me. I wanted to give myself to Spencer, no one else. He had no right to take that from me.
I couldn’t call Spencer now. I wanted to call him now. I wasn’t sure if he’d answer or not. I pulled my cell phone off of my pajama bottoms. I called him.
“Hello.” He answered, but I could tell he was really sleepy. I definitely woke him up. I wanted to hang up and pretend that I hadn’t called.
“Hi.” I said, sniffling loudly. I hated myself for being so weak and pathetic.
“Taylor? Where are you?” Spencer said with urgency in his voice.
“By the cottonwood tree on Palo Verde Road.” I told him.
“Stay right there. I’ll be there in a minute.” He said.
I felt like such a baby. I hated to call him, but I needed to talk to someone. I needed to be held by someone. A few minutes later, he drove up in his uncle’s car. He stepped out barefoot, wearing shorts and a T-shirt. He walked over to me. He sat down beside me, and put his arms around me. I pressed my head onto his chest and cried. He held me for several minutes, but didn’t say a word.
When I cried myself out, I looked up at him. “Spencer, I was almost raped today.”
He kissed me on the lips. “I swear to you, he wouldn’t have gotten that far. I was too close. You know he would’ve had to kill me first.”
I nodded. I stepped up on my knees so that my face was above his a little. I took his face in my hands and kissed him hard. I pulled away so I could speak. “I want you to make love to me now.” I told him.
“Now?” Spencer asked, obviously surprised by the change of subject.
I nodded.
“Taylor. I want to, but you’re upset. I want it to be special, not an overreaction to almost getting raped.”
“He almost took the only thing I have to give you. I want you to be my first. He almost stole that. I would have had to live my life remembering my first time on the fucking ground at school, with him, a guy that I almost hate.”
“He wouldn’t have gotten that far. I was almost there. You can’t think about what could have happened. It’s only what did happen that matters. You weren’t raped. You were assaulted, but you weren’t raped.” Spencer tried to put things into perspective for me.
I held him close.
“And, that’s not the only thing you have to give me, Taylor. You’ve given me more than I can possibly tell you.”
“You don’t want me.” I said. I was about to start crying.
“I want you. Oh man, do I want you. But I didn’t bring any condoms. I didn’t think for a minute that you were calling me in the middle of the night for sex.”
“I want you.” I told him as I pushed my hand between his legs. I slipped my hand inside his shorts. I could feel him. He wasn’t hard, but he was getting harder the more I touched him. “You’re wet.”
He smiled at me then he kissed me again. “I had a really good dream about you.” He whispered to me.
I smiled at him. I sat on his lap, straddling him. I pulled my pajama shorts to the side, and touched him to me. We both watched, as I rubbed his tip up and down my slit. “I want to see if it fits.” I slid down on it some, letting him inside just a little. Oh damn, it felt so good. I wanted more, but it wouldn’t go in any further. Maybe I wasn’t doing it right.
“I’m about to come.” Spencer called out as he picked me up and pushed me away from him, separating our bodies. “I came.”
I was shocked. Everything happened so fast. Somehow it didn’t seem real to me. I stared at him.
“Again. I came again. You really got me excited that time.” He said, embarrassed and almost chastising himself.
I kissed him in an attempt to get his mind off of his embarrassment. “I liked that. Do you think that counts?” I asked him.
“If you want it to count, it counts. I was inside you for a second. It felt really good until I ruined it.” He said, smiling at me. “I love you, Taylor.”
“Why couldn’t I go all the way?” I asked him. Maybe he knew the answer, but he was a virgin too. Or was he still? Was I still? I didn’t know.
He looked really embarrassed for a second. “I think that was your cherry.” He rubbed my face.
“Oh. So I’m still a virgin, and you’re not.” I said to him, teasing him slightly.
“I’ll take care of that Friday, when I bring condoms. We don’t want you to get pregnant, Taylor. That would ruin both of our lives.”
I nodded. “I’m sorry I attacked you again. I’m always doing that. Aren’t I?” I teased him.
“You know I’ve never minded it much.” He said as he pulled his shorts back up to cover himself.
I hugged him for a few more minutes. I felt safe in his arms.
Spencer POV.
I tried to sneak back into the house without my aunt or uncle knowing, but they were waiting up for me in the kitchen when I entered from the garage. I should have known that I couldn’t get away with this. Damn it. But if I had it to do over, I’d do it again. Taylor needed me. I’d do anything for her.
“What was so important that you had to commit grand theft auto?” Todd asked sternly in a loud voice.
“I didn’t want to wake you two. I was only going to be gone for a few minutes, I thought. You could have called me on my cell.”
“We’ve been calling your cell. You left it in your bedroom, along with your wallet and your driver’s license.” Aunt Janel snapped back at me. She was angry. I didn’t see this too often. I deserved it. I should have asked permission before borrowing the car. And I should have taken my cell phone with me.
“I’m sorry.” I said weakly. I knew I was in trouble, but I wasn’t sure how much. I’d never stolen their car before, or left without telling them where I was going.
“We need more than an apology. We need an explanation. And, if it’s not good, you’re going to be grounded. You will not be stealing the car in the middle of the night to go have sex with that girl.” Todd said.
“I didn’t. She called me, really upset.”
“We c
hecked your call log. We know she called.” Aunt Janel told me. She was pushing me to explain faster.
I told them everything that happened today with Jose. They were pretty upset that I was fighting again. I tried to assure them that it wasn’t like it was before. I wasn’t out looking for a fight.
“I couldn’t be a pussy when a guy was trying to rape my girlfriend.” I told them firmly. Surely if there was a time to fight, that would be it. They didn’t act like they agreed with me right now though.
Aunt Janel looked at Todd, as if asking “what are we going to do with him now?”. I hated that look. I got that look right before she forced me to go into counseling for my anger and fighting when I was twelve.
“I would have killed any guy who tried to rape you, sweetheart.” Todd said to Janel.
Thank you Todd for seeing things my way. I was glad to have him on my side helping me out.
“Is she okay?” Janel asked with a softer voice this time.
“She thought she was fine, other than a few stitches.” I started.
Janel jumped in immediately. “Stitches? You said he didn’t rape her.”
“The stitches aren’t down there. They’re on her back. He roughed her up pretty good before I could lay into him.”
“So he was beating up your girlfriend?” Todd asked.
“He was trying to push her to the ground and rape her. She wasn’t going down without a fight. She’s tough when she has to be. But this guy is bigger than me. She didn’t have a chance against him.”
“I’m glad she’s okay.” Janel said, again softly.
“Thanks. She’s really embarrassed by it all. She’s shook up, and she was having bad dreams tonight. That’s why she called crying. She never cries. Today was the first time I’ve ever seen her cry. Tonight when she called, it was different. She needed me. I couldn’t not go. No matter what. I would have run if your keys weren’t on the hanger, Todd.”
“If there is a next time, wake us up and tell us that you’re leaving. And, take your cell phone. We were worried.” Todd told me with his authoritative voice. I knew he meant business when he used that voice.
“Yes, sir.” I answered him.
“And, Spencer. We really wish you wouldn’t get so caught up in this girl. I mean, she’s the first girl you’ve had sex with. Guys always think the first girl is their true love. It’s almost never true.”
“It is this time.” I told him. “And, we haven’t had sex yet.”
Janel gave Todd that look again. Darn it. Taylor was the love of my life. I wanted it to last forever. I knew that it would too. The only way they were going to believe it was for me to prove it to them. Time is the only thing that would prove it to them.
All week long, all I could think about was sex with Taylor Friday night. It would be the first time since my accident that I was going to be playing in the game. I should have been excited about that. And, I was, but all I could think about was my first real time with Taylor. I wanted it to be perfect.
Friday morning when Taylor picked me up, I put two sleeping bags in her car, and two pillows, along with my football uniform and gear.
“Do you think we’ll need a flashlight?” she asked. “Oh wait, I’ve got an app on my phone. We can use that if we need to.”
“Okay. How about something to eat? Or water?”
“I’m not going to be eating.” She smiled.
“Me neither.” I said, as I kissed her on the lips. I stepped into the driver’s side of her car and drove us to school.
“You did bring the condoms. Right?” she asked.
“Yes!” I told her. “The most important thing in the world tonight. No babies for us.”
She laughed at me.
I actually got to play in the game, but only in the third quarter. The coach didn’t want to overwork me my first night back. I actually ran the ball about ten yards a few times before I was tackled. It was a great night, other than having to be on the same field as Jose. We even won the game. After the game, I took a shower and headed to the parking lot. Taylor was waiting on me. My beautiful girlfriend who was actually anxious to have sex with me. We’d come close so many times, but tonight was the night we were going to go all the way. Finally.
I kissed her on the lips behind her car. “Are you ready for this?” I asked her.
She nodded and hugged me. “I am so ready for this.”
“Hey are you two coming to the party?” Mitch asked. “I could use a driver, or a ride.”
“We’ve got plans tonight.” I told him. Taylor and I were usually the designated driver for anyone who needed it. They’d have to fend for themselves tonight.
Sandy walked by, and laughed. “Yes, they have plans.” She whispered to Taylor.
Taylor laughed at her. “Best friends don’t tell the best secrets.” She whispered back harshly to her.
“My lips are sealed, but yours better not be tomorrow morning. Tell me everything.” She said as she jumped in the car with Dwayne.
Taylor and I jumped in her car. I drove us to the desert. It was a spot that we’d checked out last night. It looked really desolate, and close to the house, just in case we needed to run home quickly for any reason. I offered to pay for a hotel room, but Taylor wanted her first time to be under the stars. I only hoped that rattle snakes or scorpions didn’t join us. Sleeping on the ground in Arizona wasn’t always safe.
We found the sandiest spot we could find. We spread out the two sleeping bags on top of each other for more cushion. I put the pillows out. I watched Taylor the entire time. She seemed a little nervous. Well, actually she seemed really nervous.
“You can back out if you want.” I warned her. Please say no. I wanted her to go all the way through with this. I knew there was a chance that she couldn’t. I’d told her that if it was too painful, we could just have oral sex. Either way, I’d win tonight.
“I’m not backing out.” she insisted. She sat down on the sleeping bags and waited for me to join her. It was a really bright night. The moon was almost full, and the stars were really bright. It was perfect. I’d remember this night for the rest of my life. I knew that. I wanted Taylor to have good memories too.
I grabbed the sports bag that had a flashlight, a towel, and the condoms: the most important thing tonight. I’d hate to get her pregnant. Not that having a baby with her hasn’t crossed my mind. It has. But in my mind it would be in about five or so years, after we graduated college and were comfortable in our careers.
Suddenly, I was really nervous. All these times that we were playing, it was okay for me to come, because it didn’t matter since we weren’t actually having sex. I wished that I’d cleaned the pipes as they say on television. So I wouldn’t look like a virgin in front of her. Of course, she’d seen me come several times now. It wouldn’t be anything new.
I sat down beside her. I wanted to look like I knew what I was doing. But let’s face it, I didn’t. I kissed her some, then worked my way to her neck. I could handle this. I felt her kiss my neck. I always turned to jelly when she did that. She really knew how to kiss a neck. She’d had some practice on that. I hated it that I wasn’t her first kiss, or her first boyfriend, like she was for me. But, I would be her first sex partner, and hopefully her last.
I kissed down her chest, and unbuttoned her top as I went. This was working out quite nicely. Oh nice bra. Very sexy. She must have bought a new one. I finished unbuttoning her top. I licked the lacy edges of her bra, then I slid her top off of her one shoulder at a time. I pulled down one cup of her bra, and licked her nipple. I heard her gasp.
Oh man, I was turning her on. I loved that feeling so much. I always felt so masculine when she was turned on by anything I did. She pulled my T-shirt off over my head. She ran her hands over my entire chest, as I did the same to her. I went for the button on her jeans. She took over and undid them, then unzipped them. Maybe I was too slow for her.
She undid my jeans, and unzipped them. Yes, I was too slow for her. I pulled her
jeans down and off. New panties, too. She was so sexy. She had the most perfect body ever. “A matching set. You don’t usually do that.” I whispered to her.
“Special occasion tonight.” She joked with me. I could tell she was nervous, but anxious.
I wanted to do this, but I didn’t want to rush through it. I wanted it to be worth remembering. Of course it would be, it was with Taylor. The girl that every guy in high school wanted, but I was getting. I don’t know why she loved me, but I knew that she did. She’d never had sex with anyone else. I was going to be her first.
I pushed her down, so that she was lying down flat. I pulled my jeans off, and lied almost on top of her, kissing her. I loved it when our chests touched. I loved the feel of her tits on my chest. I loved being on top of her. I felt so close to her, not only physically, but emotionally. I wanted to be closer. I loved her, and I wanted to show her how much tonight.