Sliding (The Stone Series)

by Kitty Berry

  He has maintained the chiseled body of a twenty year old to this day. His stomach still displays a six pack with a happy trail that leads to his already growing erection in his pants.

  I reach for the button of his pants and undo it. He pulls up my little skirt exposing my back side. In one swift motion he pulls down and steps out of his pants. I am now standing in front of Tate in my matching pink lace bra and G-string with my skirt bunched around my waist. Tate puts his hands on my hips and turns me around so he can see my ass in the G-string.

  “Mmm, maybe leaning over the desk first with this still on” he whispers into my ear from behind. He leans his body into me and bends me over the desk. I feel his hands roan my ass then the playful slap follows. Tate doesn’t waste a second; he slides my G-string to the side and then with passionate force he slams himself into me causing me to yell his name, “Ahh Tate”.

  “Yeah, baby that’s it scream my name.”

  I can tell Tate is in the mood for fast, hard sex and my body is aching for it too. I raise my ass a little higher into the air so Tate can cup my cheeks in his hands and hold my ass up higher allowing him to fuck me harder and deeper. I grasp onto my desk to balance myself while Tate picks up the pace of his thrusting. He releases one side of my ass to stretch his hand around to my front. He begins flicking my clit with such vigor I am ready to explode immediately. He continues to slam into me while flicking my sweet spot and I feel Tate’s erection grow even firmer inside of me, warning me that he’s ready to explode as well.

  “Ahh fuck, I’m. Going. To. Come. Come. With. Me” Tate grunts through each thrust and my body obeys crashing and squeezing around him while he detonates inside of me.

  “I don’t know if I have it in me after that to go for the floor” Tate confesses. “It sucks; remember how we used to do it all day over and over. I hate getting older. I wish we were sixteen again sometimes, don’t you?”

  As we are fixing our clothes I tell Tate how much I’ve enjoyed remembering our “start” brought on by his playlist but that I wouldn’t go back to sixteen for all the money in the world.

  “Good, I’d hoped that would be the case. Come, dance for me. I miss watching you dance just for me. And now I can see it anytime I want. I own this building, my offices and studio take up the second and third floors.”

  We go into my new studio, I kick off my heels and Tate fiddles with the sound system. “Touch Me” comes blasting out and as I dance seductively around Tate knowing after this dance he’ll be ready for round two I am sent back to the week before I left Tate for my first summer working at cheer camp.

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  When school finally ends Tate’s home imprisonment is lifted and we are able to resume our nights spent talking on the phone, listening to the countdown and falling asleep together on the phone. My parents decide to take my siblings and me to an amusement park for the day that weekend and I only agree to go if Tate could come with us. My parents agree as do Tate’s but my mother makes Michael sit in the far backseat of the minivan with Tate and I like he might attack me back there and have sex with me before my parents can get back there and stop us. She should have made Katrina sit back here, with her big mouth she’d tell everyone if Tate held my hand or tried anything else. Luckily for Tate and I Michael worships the ground Tate walks on and he would never tattle on anything Tate did. Tate uses this to his advantage and holds my hand, rubbing his thumb along the inside of my palm. When Michael keeps his mouth shut about that Tate ups the ante and rubs his hand on my bare thigh. Tate shoots Michael a look and he turns his head concentrating on the great outdoors passing by the window that he could care less about, all he cares about is being on Tate’s good side. I guess the stars are shining down on us today because Michael never turns his head in our direction again for the whole trip.

  When we get to the amusement park my parents actually let Tate and I go off on our own. I guess they figure we can’t do anything in front of all these people. They’d be surprised!

  We walk through the park holding hands and Tate wins me a teddy bear at a basketball shooting game. We stop every two minutes to make out a little, it’s like we’re making up for all that lost time. I can’t stop touching him and Tate can’t keep his hands off me either. He slides his hand in the back pocket of my shorts as we wait in line for a ride that spins while music blasts out of the speakers and I don’t want to go on it because I’m afraid I’ll be sick but Tate talks me into it.

  The song “Touch Me” plays while we’re on it and Tate has his arm around me and I have my face buried into his chest. Amazingly I don’t get sick so we head for lunch and then to the flume ride. Tate makes me sit in front of him and he holds me around my belly the whole ride. When we come down the hill I get soaking wet but Tate remains surprisingly dry, that jerk! He grabs and hugs me as we get off the ride and laughs at me.

  “Your white t-shirt seems to have gotten all wet, Brooklynn. I think I can see through it a little.”

  “Oh? You’re an asshole. Did you put me in front of you on purpose so this would happen? Well, you should have thought about that before you did it you know” I say.

  “Why? I think it was an awesome plan. You look hot!” Tate counters.

  “Think about it for a minute Taters, if you can see through my shirt do you think maybe everyone else can too?”

  Tate’s face falls, “Fuck” is all he says as he stands in front of me blocking me from anyone who may look my way.

  Luckily, it’s a hot beautiful day and my shirt dries in no time. We meet up with my family for ice cream then decide to stay with them for a show. After that we split up again for the rest of the day. Tate and I go on every roller coaster and at the end of the day we go to the entrance and sit and wait for my family. We sit together on a bench holding hands and kissing each other. With each touch of our lips I feel my stomach plummet faster than it did on any of the rides.

  Tate gets up to head to the bathroom before me parents meet us and I hear two girls laughing and talking about this hot guy. I turn to look in the direction they’re pointing and of course I see Tate. They can’t take their eyes off of him. I smile to myself at first, there’s no harm in them looking. Then I notice they follow him to the bathroom and wait outside the doors. Now I’m pissed and ready to pounce on them. When Tate comes out I watch as one girl says something to him and I see Tate blush and smile. I don’t know what she has just said but I want her dead, now! Then I see the girl hand him something, a piece of paper. Is she for real? Is she’s handing my boyfriend whom she doesn’t know and who probably lives nowhere near her, her phone number? Really? I feel sick to my stomach with worry that Tate will take her number and when he does I almost throw up. Then I notice that he tosses it into the first garbage can he passes, never turning back to look at her. He walks over to me lifts me to my feet, puts his hands in my hair and kisses me like we are the only two people on the planet. I love this boy.

  On Sunday Tate and I are allowed to go to the mall together with Bobby and Asia who are both acting weird. Bobby is thrilled to have his best friend back in action and Tate doesn’t know if he should be kissing me or Bobby by the looks of him. I buy some shorts and t-shirts for camp and Tate makes me model them all for him. After we shop we eat in the food court and then go to the movies. I have no clue what the movie was about because Tate and I didn’t watch any of it.

  When we sat down Tate put his arm around me and I kissed him on his hand that was hanging over my shoulder. I grabbed his hand and kissed each of his fingers. I took his middle finger and put it into my mouth and sucked it making him shift in his seat. He holds the back of my head and pulls me in for a kiss. I can taste the sweet blue raspberry slushy we are sharing and I suck on Tate’s bottom lip causing it to swell. Tate responds by nipping at my lip and I let out a soft moan into his mouth that only he can hear.

  We spend the next five days either hanging out at the pool with Wendy and Danny or I tag along with Tate to play mini golf with Jeff an
d David. Jeff and David have been hanging out with these younger girls and Tate doesn’t see them as much anymore. We go to the beach with a group of our friends and hang out at my house or Tate’s watching TV under our parents close supervision. As much as I am looking forward to cheer camp I don’t want this time with Tate to end.

  But when Saturday comes I’m forced to pack and say good-bye to Tate. I am seeing him tonight at a party my parents don’t think he’ll be at. They think I’m going to Wendy’s with all the cheer girls for a going away party for me. They think it’s a girl’s only party where we are going to do our hair and giggle the night away. They have no clue it was Wendy’s older sister and not her mother that spoke to my mom. They don’t know that Wendy’s parents are away and Tate and a bunch of other boys are coming over and spending the night. Danny had his older sister pretend to be his mom when Tate’s mom called to check the story out with her. It worked out perfect that Danny and Wendy’s parents are away at the same time.

  At Wendy’s that night we all sing and dance to “I Want to Dance with Somebody” and “Livin’ on a Prayer” while we all have a few beers and pass a joint around. Tate promises not to overdo it and get drunk or stoned. When he takes a hit off the joint he holds it out to me and I decide to try it. I start coughing and I can barely breathe. I don’t think I even inhale it correctly. I’m feeling a little tipsy or maybe I’m stoned by the time Whitesnake’s “Here I Go Again” comes on and I start dancing around like the girl in the video. I even pretend the sofa is the car from the video and I flip off of it. All eyes are on me and I can see some of the boys slapping Tate on the back. I hear one of them say, “You’re a lucky man, Taylor” when I saunter up to Tate and kiss him on the lips while everyone watches. Tate takes me by the hand and starts to lead me to the bedroom as he says, “Let’s go to bed”. All the guys start chanting, “Tay-lor, Tay-lor, Tay-lor” as we walk down the hall and close and lock the bedroom door.

  When I sit down on the bed the room is spinning around me and I fall back and close my eyes to make it stop. Tate looks around and finds a garbage can, dumps the garbage in a small pile on the floor and places it next to the bed. He smiles at me, “In case you puke”. I don’t want to puke and I beg Tate to help keep me from throwing up.

  “Well, maybe if I distract you, you know, keep your mind off puking, focus on something else, maybe that’ll work.”

  I nod yes and lay back down. Tate takes off his shirt and shoes and climbs onto the bed wearing his shorts and lays next to me. He kisses me softly on the lips then moves to my neck where he gently sucks and nips it with his teeth.

  “You smell so good. I can’t believe I’m not going to be able to smell you for six weeks.”

  Mmmm…this is working perfectly. I’m not thinking about anything other than the sweet sensations traveling through my body.

  Tate’s breathe catches and he says, “You look flawless. My God, you are so gorgeous, Brooklynn. I can’t believe your all mine.”

  I must look nervous because Tate looks at me with this kind, tender stare and says, “I’m not going to try to have sex with you tonight Brooklynn. We need to talk about that before we do it. I think we need to talk about it when you get back from camp but not tonight, I promise” Tate says.

  He takes my face in his hands and kisses me deeper making me cry his name into his mouth. He breaks the kiss and smiles at me.

  “I’m going to miss you more than you know Brooklynn. I can’t believe I have to be away from you for six fucking weeks when all I want to do now is make love to you” he says as he turns me facing away from him and wraps his body around me.

  “Sleep with me like always, baby?” he asks but I can’t respond because I already am.

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  Tate and I return to the hotel suite and Tate says he needs to get some work done before we go out tonight. He has been invited to attend a movie premiere and he claims it’s good for business so we’ll be attending with Bobby and Kate. I ask him about the therapist we need to find as well as a doctor and he gives me his secretary for help in finding people in the area. Allison is young and efficient and honestly quite helpful. She is very understanding but at the same time professional. She tries not to ask too many personal questions but some can’t be avoided. Allison and I are able to secure several appointments within a few hours. Tate and I each have separate sessions scheduled tomorrow with a therapist as well as a session together the following day, if we feel the therapist is a good match for us we’ll schedule more appointments. I have an appointment with an OB-GYN who specializes in high risk conceptions at the end of the month and an appointment with a hair stylist and colorist in one hour. While I’m at it I also schedule a waxing appointment for later today.

  I start to panic because I realize I will never have time to have my hair done and buy a dress for tonight as Tate enters the room carrying a dress bag.

  “For my lady in red” Tate says as he hands it to me.

  It is a stunning Calvin Klein red sheath dress, plain and elegant with tiny silver buckles at the shoulder.

  “Only the best for my lady and before you ask yes I checked and no Kate is not wearing red tonight or the same style. See, I have learned something over the years.”

  Tate also hands me a bag that contains a red push up lace bra and a red lace G-string. In his other hand he has a shoe box that contains a little pair of very sexy red soled Christian Louboutin open toed high heels. I thank Tate with a kiss on the lips and a pat on his firm ass. I tell him that I might not need the G-string tonight eluding that I may attend this event without any panties on at all. Tate’s face lights up with anticipation.

  Tate asks about the appointments and I tell him that Allison was a huge help then I kiss him good-bye and run out the door to the salon promising details later.

  I jump in the elevator and ride it to the lobby. I wave to Lucas at the front desk and he comes over to me asking how he can be of assistance. I tell him that I need my car and he promptly waves to one of his men to get it for me. When I climb in the front seat I enter the address of the salon into the car’s GPS system then I turn on the radio to find “Can’t We Try” playing and it brings me back to that first summer at camp.

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  Tate and I say good-bye that next morning at Wendy’s before she brings me home. Tate looks sad but when he kisses me and looks into my eyes he smiles and says, “Brooklynn, I love you” and it makes me cry even more than I already am.

  “I love you too Taters and I don’t want to leave you. I never should have decided to do this.”

  Tate kisses me again this time full on the mouth to make me stop talking and when he breaks the kiss he tells me, “Go before I start crying in front of the guys and never hear the end of it.”

  I am crying as I walk away leaving Tate there with his friends. I cry the whole way home, run to my bedroom and turn the radio up. “Can’t We Try” is on and I think I know how it feels to love someone so much that it hurts inside. I can’t believe I am not going to see him or touch him for six weeks. We plan to send each other letters every day but Tate is off to basketball camp tomorrow for two weeks and then football training begins when he gets back so he’ll be as busy as I am. Once he’s back from camp he’s planning on doing nothing but football training and working out while I’m gone. He claims it’s the only thing “to help with the sexual frustration” he says will be unbearable in my absence.

  My dad packs my stuff into the trunk of the minivan and we all pile in. I’m not sure why Katrina and Michael have to come along. We are just going to the airport an hour away, there’s no reason they can’t stay home alone, they are going into sixth and seventh grade. When I was Katrina’s age my mom practically had me watching the two of them around the clock.

  We listen to music and play silly car games and I realize that they are around the age I was when I first met Tate and I wonder if they’ll have a boyfriend and girlfriend soon. It hits me that I’m not the only one growing
up, they are too. I feel a pang in my chest when I glance over at my sister. Should I be helping her more with boy stuff? I remember not knowing so much when Tate and I first started. If it hadn’t been for Wendy and the other girls I don’t know what I would have done. I make a promise to myself to have a girl to girl talk with her when I get home. I might even ask Tate to take Michael under his wing like Eric did for him and Bobby. Well, maybe not exactly like Eric did, I don’t want him showing my baby brother porn and teaching him how to have sex!

  When my flight is called I get a sick feeling in my stomach. I don’t want to leave my family for six weeks anymore than I want to leave Tate. But at the same time I am excited to be going to the camps. I hug them all goodbye and when I get to Katrina she tells me that Tate made me a mixed tape and asked her to put it in my walkman so I would be surprised. I thank her and give her a kiss on the cheek. I board the plane, wait for takeoff and then put my headphones on.

  Tate’s voice comes on first, “Hey Brooklynn. I miss you already, baby. I hope you like the songs I put on here for you. They all remind me of times with you and I hope they make you not forget me while you’re gone. Remember to write to me every day and I want to know if this guy partner of yours is a homo or not ASAP. I love you…”