“It was definitely not wasted,” I tell her. “And we still have plenty of time to do all the other things.”
She laughs, and I’m hoping that means she wants me to fuck her, and soon.
We towel off and I dry her hair with my towel before wrapping it around myself to go find spare clothes that I’d brought, back when I was hoping that the party would turn into alone time for Chelsea and me, without knowing exactly how much fun it was going to be. The night had turned out much differently— and even better— than I’d hoped.
“Have fun facing Taylor,” I tell Chelsea, as she heads out in a different direction, towards the living room.
“Oh I will,” she says. Then she winks. “And you’re right. We have plenty of time for all those other things. You just have to learn a little patience.”
“Patience,” I concede. “I guess it’s the lesson of the day.”
She doesn’t need to know that I’m not good at being patient. I like fishing with her, showering with her, and just hanging out with her.
But now that I’ve seen her entire naked, amazingly hot body, I want to do everything with her. And I have a feeling she’ll enjoy it even more than she might think she will.
Chapter 16 – Chelsea
“Sooooooooo…?” Taylor asks, as soon as I’ve thrown on a sundress and joined her in the living room. “What happened in my absence? Did he pop your cherry?”
“Shhhh!” I tell her. “Very funny. But for your information, no. We weren’t doing that. We actually spent the time fishing.”
“Fishing?”
“Yeah, and it was his idea. There are a bunch of delicious, clean fish waiting to be cooked and eaten.”
“Well, if I had known that, I would have joined you,” Taylor says, scrunching up her nose. “And I wouldn’t have had to waste time walking all around town getting a lot of groceries and giving you guys your privacy.”
“Taylor, I hate to break it to you but there are a lot of things that two people can do one on one that don’t involve sex,” I tell her.
“I know that,” she says, obviously offended. “I just didn’t assume that Wesley Reynolds would be interested in those things.”
“I didn’t mean to offend you,” I tell her. She’s more experienced than I am, but I certainly wasn’t trying to slut shame her or anything. “I’m just equally offended that you think that what I have going on with Wesley is only all about sex.”
“Well, maybe you should look into his past and be sure you know what you’re getting into,” she quickly shoots back.
“What?” I ask her.
“Nothing,” she says. “Never mind.”
“No, seriously, what do you mean?” I demand.
“I’ve just heard some things…”
But then Wesley walks in, saying, “So how about those fish?”
“Yes, let’s get cracking on cooking up those fish that the new champion fisherman caught, shall we?” Taylor says, a fake smile spreading across her face.
“Very funny,” Wesley replies. “Although I was a pretty good fisherman, for it being my first time and all. Isn’t that true, Chelsea?”
“Yes, you were actually—”
But before I can finish saying “pretty impressive,”— while thinking in more ways than one— Taylor cuts back in to shoot a jibe back at Wesley.
“Yeah, I heard all about how Chelsea popped your fishing cherry,” she says. “You were so inexperienced but she guided you through, until you became half competent.”
“Yep. Pretty much.”
Wesley looks at me, as if trying to figure out if she’s joking or meaning to offend him. I shrug, a cringe on my face. I’m really not sure.
We cook the fish on the campfire outside, Wesley holding my hand and Taylor trying to act happy. I’m curious to know what she has heard about Wesley, but I also don’t really care. Or don’t really want to care.
I just want to focus on the here and now: him and me, hand in hand, and I only wish my best friend could be happy for me instead of trying to ruin the moment.
Once the fish are cooked, to my relief, Taylor seems genuinely more content.
“This is some great fish,” she says, begrudgingly, but with a sincere grin. “I guess it’s too late to drive back Wesley back tonight. He can just ride back with us tomorrow.”
“Really? Are you sure?”
I want to hug her, but I also don’t want either of them to see how happy I am that Wesley can stay an additional night.
“Sure,” she says, with a shrug barely visible in the light of the fire. “I wanted some BFF time, but it’s already late, and I can make a sacrifice every now and then, in the name of luuuuuurve.”
“Very funny,” I laugh, shooting a nervous glance in her direction, hoping that Wesley’s not too scared off. “And there’s no reason we can’t all three have fun and hang out together. We can watch a scary movie!”
“Sure, so during the terrifying parts you can jump into Wesley’s arms, and I’ll have no one to comfort me,” she fake pouts.
“You’ll have me!” I tell her. “Jump into my arms!”
“All right, all right,” she acquiesces. “You’re right. It’ll still be fun. Thanks for the fish.”
“Any time, Bestie.”
I know she feels left out— she’s not used to me having a guy around— but I’m glad she’s feeling generous enough to share me with Wesley during what was supposed to be the rest of our BFF lake cabin weekend.
I love having Taylor as my best friend, and I wouldn’t want to lose her over a guy. Even though, as far as I’m concerned anyway, Wesley is turning out to be a pretty amazing one.
Chapter 17 – Chelsea
It’s late, and Wesley and I are snuggled up in bed, after a fun night of watching movies and eating the fish we’d caught together. He reaches up to gently tug on my hair, and kisses me.
But then there’s a noise outside, and he jumps nearly a mile high.
“Calm down,” I say, returning his kiss. “It’s just a firework. Someone across the lake is probably setting off leftovers from the Fourth of July.”
“I’m sorry,” he says, laughing. “I just keep thinking your dad’s coming back. Maybe with a gun this time.”
I laugh.
“Nah, he goes to church early on Sundays,” I assure him. “He’s probably in bed, resting up so that he can lead the youth group choir tomorrow.”
“Very funny,” Wesley laughs.
“I wasn’t kidding.”
In the dim light from the window, I can see him look at me in shock.
“Your dad is seriously that much of a holy roller?”
I giggle again.
“Now you know what I had to live with growing up,” I tell him. “He was super strict.”
“Wow.”
He runs his fingers through my hair.
“Everyone in your life is so intense and protective,” he comments.
“What do you mean?”
“Taylor. I know she’s your best friend, but don’t you think she acts a little… motherly?”
I can feel my back stiffen at the mention of Taylor’s name, ready to defend her.
“I don’t mean it in a bad way, necessarily,” he says, quickly. “But when you got up to make popcorn earlier and we paused the movie, she gave me quite the little warning lecture. It was nearly as scary as talking to your dad.”
“Oh yeah?”
I try not to laugh at the image of Taylor scaring Wesley. All five feet, three inches of her. As intimidating as a football coach.
“She basically just told me to be careful and not end up breaking your heart, because you’re like a sister to her,” he confesses. “But it was more her tone and body language that were scary, rather than the words she used.”
Usually I would think this was cute, but now I worry again about whatever Taylor had started to tell me earlier. I’m not sure whether she’s meddling, or just showing concern for me. I remind myself of how she’s always been there for me an
d how I know she only has my best interests at heart.
“It’s just that…” I begin, and then sigh.
“What?” Wesley asks, his breath close against my ear.
I think of all the things I’ve never told anyone, that I’d like to tell him, if only I could trust him. But I end up saying something different.
“I don’t know. Taylor is like a sister to me. We grew up together, and I can always count on her to have my back.”
“I can tell,” Wesley says. “It must be nice to have such a good friend.”
It is, I think, and I remind myself to thank Taylor later. I haven’t exactly been the best of friends to her lately, but it’s only because my mind has been a little preoccupied with a certain someone, which I know she understands. Because she always does.
In the silence that ensues, I wonder if we’ll get close enough for me to tell him what else is on my mind. And then, as if he can read my thoughts, he says,
“It sounds like you were going to say more, maybe?”
I take a deep breath, and decide that now is as good a time as ever to open up to the one guy who has caught my attention since I saw him stride onto my father’s football field as if he owned it. He has a way of doing that. Like right now, with my heart.
“Just that if Taylor seems motherly, it’s because I mostly grew up without a mother, and I guess she came to fill that role over time. Older sister, mother… I don’t know. But she’s always been there for me no matter what. She just looks out for me, is all.”
He pulls me closer and tighter and says, “You deserve to have someone looking out for you. I’m sure it wasn’t easy…”
He stops there, and I’m glad. That’s all the sadness I can take in one evening. I want to just enjoy being here with him.
I lean my head closer to him and he kisses me, just like I want him to.
He tastes like the woods and smells like the lake. His strong hand on the back of my head feels like it was put there just for me.
As if invigorated by the feel of our lips joining together, Wesley gently rolls over on top of me and pins my arms behind me, in a gesture that combines both sweetness and possessiveness. I love it.
Is this it? Are we going to…?
But he shimmies down, under the covers, and kisses the skin above my drawstring pajama bottoms while he slides them down. He holds onto my hips and starts kissing my thighs.
It feels better than I could ever have imagined. I open my legs slightly and he inserts a finger into me while kissing all around, teasing me. Then he begins rubbing my clit with his other hand.
“You have such a perfect pussy,” he tells me. “I just want to kiss it.”
I can feel myself getting wet at his touch, his kisses, and the way he says that still forbidden sounding word, “pussy.” I arch my back slightly while his touch intensifies.
He almost brings me to climax while rubbing my clit, but then he begins kissing it.
Just when I’m coming down from the high, he begins gently sucking on my clit, and I feel it pulsate beneath his mouth. I’m dangerously close to coming.
It feels amazing, how he fingers me inside and sucks on my clit from the outside, at the same time. I lie back and feel electricity run through my entire body as his tongue explores all around my pussy.
“Wesley,” I whisper, as he lightly bites my clit. “That feels so good.”
“Good,” he says, returning to sucking on it.
A few seconds of his lips sucking my clit, alternating with his tongue expertly stroking my pussy, is all that it takes.
“I’m coming,” I tell him, as I grip the pillow beneath my head.
A feeling of complete surrender overtakes me, and I can feel my legs shaking underneath Wesley’s. He pins them down with his own legs, until they’re still.
“Great,” he says, as my breath quickens to the point that I can’t even talk anymore.
I let go and give in to the orgasm that washes through my entire body.
He waits until I’m finished coming, and then he moves his mouth away from my pussy long enough to say, “That’s my goal. I want to make you feel good, all the time. You deserve it.”
A girl could get used to helping him achieve this goal.
Chapter 18 – Chelsea
Muscles, speed, and power, all mixed with a certain kind of grace. Wesley
Reynolds really does seem to have it all. And he’s mine. All mine.
At least I think he is, and hope he is, even though we haven’t had any kind of official “relationship conversation.” And even though my dad will kill him if he finds out, which makes even the possibility of an official relationship rather complicated.
But I want him to be mine. So much so that I’m watching him run practice drills rather than paying attention to training my squad. After returning from the weekend at the lake house I’m back to my daily grind, which includes heading cheerleading practice, but all I really want to do is spend more time with Wesley.
I’ve never really been like this before. I guess you could say I’m the stereotypical overachiever. Focused. Dedicated. Determined. Too busy to lose my head over boys. But then along came Wesley, and his mouth, his tongue, his lips, his fingers…
“Alright, everyone, time for those laps,” shouts my dad, blowing his coach’s whistle at his football players and interrupting my fantasies.
Ugh.
I turn back to my squad, groaning inwardly almost as much as the football players are groaning aloud.
My dad says something to the team, and although they’re too far away for me to hear him clearly, I know he’s reminding them of the laps they have to run every day after training for two weeks, due to their disobedience of his tactical plans during last week’s game.
Wesley doesn’t seem to mind running the laps as much as his teammates do, even though he’s the main reason everyone got into trouble. He has the audacity to wink at me as he turns around the bend, heading in my direction before curving around the other way. I blush, hoping none of the other girls notice.
What a cliché.
The cheerleader and the quarterback.
We’ll be the laughingstock of both of our circles.
If we ever become an item…
I ponder the problem throughout the rest of practice, and as soon as it’s over, Taylor walks up to me. I barely notice because I’m lost in thought.
“Don’t tell me you’re still lost in La La Land over him,” she says, nodding in Wesley’s direction.
I laugh, knowing I can’t lie to her.
“It’s such a quandary,” I tell her. “I really like him, Taylor. Like, for real.”
“I know you do,” she says, sighing.
Good old Taylor. I know she likes Wesley enough too, or she’d never have agreed to let him stay with us for another night at the lake house, during what was supposed to be BFF bonding time. And she’d never have given him the “warning talk” that she doesn’t even know I know about.
“Thank you for being such a good friend,” I tell her. “I know I’ve been really wrapped up in other things lately.”
“You know what?” she says. “I was hesitant at first, but I know you have to know what you’re doing. You’re not one to jump into a relationship. Or to jump into bed with just anyone…”
My instant blush gives me away.
“Did you guys do it?” she asks, “On the second night? I mean, no judgment here. I know I personally couldn’t have resisted that long to begin with…”
“No,” I tell her. “Not exactly. But what we did do was pretty amazing.”
“Wow, you really do take it slow,” she says, shaking her head in amazement.
“Well, it’s not like he pressured me,” I tell her. “Or else I’m not sure I could have held strong. So I’m glad he took it slow.”
“That’s great,” she says. “And it’s another reason I know he’s probably the right guy for you. I really wasn’t sure at first.”
“I know,” I
tell her.
And then I brace myself before asking the question I’m not sure I want to know the answer to. The question that’s been on my mind for a while now.
“Taylor, you were telling me back at the lake house that you’d heard some things about Wesley?” I ask her.
“Well, yeah.”
She shrugs, and visibly blushes, before continuing.
“But I don’t know whether…”
“Just tell me,” I say. “Come on. You already started to, so just tell me.”
“I know that people can change though,” she says. “I’ve felt torn between warning you out of protection for your well-being and forgetting about it because you’re so happy.”
“Okay, so what is it?” I demand. “This is driving me crazy. Just tell me.”
“Well, I heard that Wesley’s here because he got kicked out of his old school. Huningdale. He was kicked off the football team and almost lost his scholarship and his ability to play college football at all.”
I clear my throat, not sure what I think about this. I guess I knew there must be some reason Wesley was playing for our dinky football team as a transfer student when he’s such a good player.
I’d figured he could play anywhere— and I didn’t really want to put much thought into where he was playing before or why he’s not playing there anymore— but I’d just told myself that maybe he has family ties here or something.
“And I guess there were a few things he did wrong to be kicked off,” Taylor continues, although I’m not sure I want her to. “Grades and stuff. But one reason was that he would hook up with all the cheerleaders and then just dump them and treat them like trash.”
“Well, shit.”
It’s all I can manage to say in response. I feel like such an idiot.
“But this is all unsubstantiated,” Taylor hurries to add. “We don’t really know what happened.”
“Or how he treated them like trash,” I say.
“Exactly. Maybe they were just mad he dumped them. Which isn’t very nice, but what did they expect, if there were so many of them?”
“Exactly.”
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