Chapter Ten
Carl
I slowly took off her dress, ignoring the things that her dad had said. The regrets that I had created fear as I left the confession box. Michelle was too beautiful to be anything else but pure in my eyes. This time I turned the light off. I wanted my hands to move over her body as if I was a blind man. I wanted to feel, touch everything and remember this moment as if it was the last. I didn’t know how long we would have to stay apart. I erased that thought from my head as we stood by the foot of the bed and I remembered the first time.
I’d been a naive kid who didn’t know what he was doing.
I had learned so much from her about how to make love to a woman, but the one thing that she had never taught me I learned on my own; how to express my love for her.
At times, I felt as if I couldn’t breathe when we were apart.
I never used to know all the classes we took together, before I never cared, now I looked at the clock as the teachers spoke and all I could think about was her skin.
I’d never touched silk but I was so sure it would feel the same. I traced my fingers up and down her arm as she stood half-naked in front of me.
Her body was perfect, not impure, wicked or any of the horrible things that her dad had said.
Beauty. That was all I thought about when I looked into her eyes. I unclasped her bra and her breasts bounced before my eyes. She had lost weight lately, I’d noticed it the other day, but when I’d asked her about it, she’d replied, ”That’s what love does to you. Makes you not want to eat. I just want to be filled up on love.”
No one had described me that way before. Normally, I was known as the football jock, the one that the girls wanted to be with so that they could get out of town. Michelle saw me differently; to her I was someone that made her feel alive.
I stroked her in a slow, rhythmic motion that made everything inside me turn to jelly. I felt nervous, not about her dad coming or even her mom, just worrying that the moment wouldn’t be everything that I wanted it to be and more.
As I went down on my knees and removed her panties, one of my fingers slipped into her wetness. She started to cry with pleasure.
“Do you like that?” I asked, knowing the answer to my question. Her body was reacting as if it was the first time that I had done it.
“Yes,” she quivered as she moved to the bed and sat with her legs wide open, wanting me to do more.
I loved eating her pussy; it gave me pleasure to hear her come at the tip of my tongue and I replaced my fingers with my tongue as she sat down. I gently pushed my face deeper inside of her.
I found her clit, something that I hadn’t known how to find until lately, and flicked my tongue on it. I knew that the sensation was driving her wild. She started to moan deeply as I greedily took her pussy by opening her legs wider, hearing the screams that were coming out of her mouth, and it sounded like music to my ears. Her legs were weak as she stopped moving them. She flopped backwards onto the bed and I knew that it was my turn, so I quickly took off my shirt and pants.
Nothing was going to take away this moment.
No one could steal that away from us.
I sat naked on her bed against the bed post. I took her light body and made her sit on me. I wanted to watch her as I came. I needed to hold her perky butt and make her form circles on my dick.
“Come here!” I commanded when she didn’t move, still trying to recover from the killer orgasm that I had just given her. I wanted her to feel it again. She delicately sat on top of me.
“Look at me.”
I was no longer that boy who had come into her room with his pants around his feet and who didn’t know what he was doing.
I was the man that she had wanted me to be the first time, not the awkward kid that didn’t know what to do.
I took control in the bedroom.
I wanted to make her weak, because she was mine. Her heart belonged to me and, as she sat down on me, I grabbed her ass and looked into her eyes. I wanted to see the expression on her face when she came. I needed to hear the whimpers that came from her mouth each and every time my dick filled her walls.
I was being greedy and selfish, but I didn’t care.
The bed thumped against the wall, and normally she would say that we needed to be quiet, that we were being too loud, but it was as if she was in a trance and I held out for as long as I could. Her breasts were bouncing on my chest and her nipples were so hard that all I wanted to do was taste them.
But watching her go up and down, steadily and controlled by my hands, the only thing that was missing was my sperm exploding inside of her. This would be the last time for a while and as she screamed one last time before my once erect dick became limp. I smiled as she kissed me and said, “I love you with all my heart.”
She nodded, “I feel exactly the same way too.”
Chapter Eleven
Michelle
I was lying in bed naked, thinking about the time that I had spent with Carl. We had reached a new height in our relationship. I was giggling to myself thinking that I was in a relationship with the hot quarterback, who had said that he would go to college and come back to marry me.
Me.
The priest’s daughter that no one would even look at before last year. The one who was considered to be demonic and sinful. How was that even possible? When someone as beautiful not only on the outside, but the inside too, was in love with me.
I was thinking about my future and the life that my daughter, Mia, would lead with him. Carl was determined for us to be together and nothing was going to stand in our way, not even the preachings of my dad.
We had four years to wait, which would have felt like a lifetime not long ago, but right now it felt like a week or something like that.
I had no money and no skills, but a hopeful chance of leaving high school with a diploma. Everything was going better than I expected, and I didn’t care about the time. It seemed irrelevant when, for the first time in my life, I felt happiness. I had felt it once before when I first went to Christian camp, but this was different. This was my new reality. First being in love with a quarterback and then marrying him.
My destiny finally looked like the one I wanted it to be, not the one that my dad had ironed out for me. His involved me marrying someone that I didn’t know.
Suddenly, he walked into the room, and he saw me naked on my bed, with my hands in between my legs.
He never came into my room!
Normally, it was Mom or Mia. But never him.
He poured a bucket of cold water on me, and I screamed so loud, but all I could hear while trying to get over the cold chills that were making my body turn numb was him. I cried so loudly and he repeated over and over again as he tugged me downstairs by the head was, “The Lord is my shepherd I shall not want!”
I cried, “Not again!”
I wished that I had told Carl, or one of my friends, about what he really did with me.
How would they feel about their priest, if they knew the truth?
Would they think of him as their hero that shields them from Satan?
Or would they think of him like I do, as the devil himself?
Mom was behind him, holding Mia, closing her eyes and reciting the scriptures as if her life depended on it.
I tried to plead with her to make him stop, but she ignored me and held on to Mia. I watched; my little daughter’s eyes full of confusion, half-awake and unclear what was going on.
He was going to lock me up. Just as he had the last time until the demons left my body. Last time, it was a week. A whole week in the dark, with only a bucket for the bathroom and bread and water, three times a day.
This time I wouldn't eat. I would starve myself and then he would have to answer for being a murderer, a kidnapper and the evil man that he really was. There was no way that I was going to let him get away with it this time.
“My clothes? Please give me clothes.”
That was when Mom
stopped reciting. She looked me dead in the eye, before he pushed me down the stairs and said, “God will clothe you, once the demons have left your body.”
I stood with my mouth wide open, wondering what I had done to be born into such a life. I was too stunned to fight or even argue with what they were doing. He pushed me down as he had done once before, as soon as he opened the latch. My bruised and tired body, which had felt love not so long ago, had gone from one ordeal to the next. There was a sheet and pillow on the floor, which would be my bed for the unforeseeable future.
I grabbed them both and laid down. The only things that were in the room was a bucket for me to use as a toilet, and a chair which I was to sit on and read the scriptures. The Bible had been neatly placed on top of it with a list of passages to recite every day.
The camera was at the top of the stairs, watching me, making sure that I did my duties in my cage. If I didn’t, then the bread and water wouldn’t be given to me.
My bucket would never be emptied and I would never leave.
That was what I wanted, I didn't want to leave. Because if anyone was going to hell, I wanted to make sure it was them. For locking me in the cage, not like their only daughter, but like an animal.
Chapter Twelve
Carl
I was on a high when I got to school the next day. The idea that I would only see Michelle at school was enough for me. More than enough, after what we had experienced yesterday. I just couldn’t get out of my mind how much we had changed and developed as a couple.
I felt in control of not only her body, but my mind too. Up until now, I had been pushed around by my mom and even worse by her dad. I was told what to do, because it looked good, not because it was what I actually wanted. Now that football season was coming to an end and even better I had an offer that was sent in the mail, life was looking pretty rosy. Especially knowing that I would be spending my time working towards a future, not for Mom, Dad or even the small town. They loved the idea that I would go on to be a sporting hero to put our small town on the map. But that wasn’t what was needed. A change was needed for this town to come out of its stupid ways and move on with the modern times. Children were treated like dogs, trained and automatically expected to obey.
I saw Faith as we were going into Art History class.
“Hey, where’s Michelle?”
She was usually either with Faith or Harmony, her two best friends. At least that was how it appeared on the surface. One was the other priest’s daughter and the other was his niece. They were considered the good girls of Stowe Peak, the ones that no one wanted to hang around for fear that they may say something to their dad or uncle and be punished by the church.
I had gotten to know them the last few weeks through Michelle and found out that they were nothing like that at all.
“I don’t know. Mr. Harris said that she was sick, but she looked well enough to me yesterday. I’m going to go there after school.”
Sick?
Faith was talking about her being well at school. I had seen her last night and she’d been more than well.
I wondered how it would work out while I was away at college, if she would wait for me, or if she would get fed up with the distance?
There was so much that needed to be sorted out before the day, but for now I wanted to see her and if she wasn’t in school, then it made it impossible.
“Right, let me know how she looks, what she feels like after school. I’m worried.”
She smiled, knowing that Michelle and I were more than just friends. I knew that she had told them both as I had done with my best friends.
“Sure, I’ll call you. Don’t worry.”
She put a reassuring hand on my arm, before the teacher walked in and we had to take our places. Today, I didn't feel like being in Art History. Today, everything that was taught didn’t even go in one ear. I just wanted to know if Michelle was safe and, until that time, nothing else mattered at all.
Chapter Thirteen
Michelle
“Michelle, if you don’t eat then you’ll be sick.”
I looked up to see Mom in the room, hoping that for once, she would come down and see how awful this was and she wouldn’t allow him to do it to me. She would show some humanity. After all, I was her daughter. I felt so nauseated, I didn’t have any sense of time.
Was it the same night?
Was it another day?
I didn’t understand why he’d come into my room. What had made him enter? He never came into my room.
I pulled the chain for the light and looked at the top of the stairs. There was no food, so it must have been the same night.
“You need to read at the sound of the chime, but you’ve been sleeping all day.”
Day?
A whole day had gone past? I was so confused, what was going on?
“Why did he put me in here?”
She didn’t reply. I waited, trying to focus, but I felt so weak and worst of all, I was hungry. I wanted to make a stand and for them to suffer as they had made me suffer, from the last time I went to summer camp. They made sure that after that summer, I never went back to camp ever again.
That was when I’d met him. The bad boy, Isaac, who had said that he loved me and would take care of me. I never knew what I was doing back then, with him. I was a minor and he took advantage of me.
The first time I met him was when I’d just turned thirteen and Dad had allowed me to start going to the Christian summer camp. It was fun, and I loved it, not because it was exciting but because it meant that I wasn’t around my parents.
Every year, I would go and meet new people away from Stowe Peak. I had never travelled, and even though it was only a three-hour car ride, it felt like a different world. Other campers would share experiences of vacations that they had been on. Places that I would never visit. I felt as if everyone there was from a different planet, one that I wished that I could live on. It was the only thing that I looked forward to in life. So, when Isaac, the boy from Ohio, started to talk to me, I loved it. I loved the attention, what thirteen-year-old wouldn’t love the attention of a fifteen-year-old?
Looking back it seemed childish, but at the time I only had two friends at school and the others were too scared to talk to me in case I said something to my dad.
They knew nothing about our relationship, but for some crazy reason the kids seemed to think that if they talked to the priest’s daughter, then she’d tell her dad and they’d get punished. I wasn’t that type of kid and the only person that my dad loved to punish was me.
I turned fourteen and started to think about Isaac in a different way. Not just talking, but actually wondering if someday I would be his wife. I started to fantasize about him, and going to camp was no longer about just meeting up with different kids and talking about other things besides church all day, which was all we did in our household. The idea of not being at school and hearing about the Good Lord 24/7 felt more like a curse then a blessing during the school vacations.
Mom said to Dad when I turned thirteen that he should let me go. I was happy about being away from home, but after the first summer, it felt like heaven.
When I turned fourteen, things started to change. I started my period early (in my Mom’s eyes) and as a result of it, my hormones started to go wild. I remembered the first time I’d had my period. I thought that I was dying.
Part of me was glad. The idea that I wouldn’t be under my dad’s thumb any more brought a smile to my face. When Mom explained to me that it was what was needed to make me conceive, I still didn’t get it. I was a kid, the idea of being told that bleeding every month would help me have a baby made no sense.
There was no sex education being taught in our school, thanks to Dad. He’d told Principal Hopkins that it would bring about demonic thoughts and that ignorance was a bliss when it came to children, especially the seniors. What he didn’t realize, or maybe he did and didn’t care, was that it led to more temptation. I noticed that the jun
iors and seniors acted differently. No longer would they smile at a girl, but their eyes would light up as if all their prayers had been answered if a girl arrived at school in a short skirt.
Everything was different at that age and, by the time we reached fifteen that was all that was on everyone’s mind.
Sex.
I never noticed it, as I was a sweet innocent fourteen-year-old being paid attention to by Isaac. He was my reason for going to camp. He was the only person that I felt was worth living for when at the end of camp that year, he kissed me. I remember the taste of his lips against mine. Not like when Mom kissed Dad, which was only ever on the cheek. Not like when I’d seen a couple on the street kiss as they departed from one another.
This was an intimate kiss that felt as if it had lasted a lifetime. It was brief, but looking back, it was nothing compared to what had happened a couple of years later. It was a taster. Something for him to let me know that he was interested in being more than just friends.
His parting words that year was, “Make sure that no one else kisses those lips.”
I pinky swore and couldn’t wait to tell my girlfriends that I had been kissed by a boy. Not just any boy, but the good looking one that I talked about endlessly when I went back to school. The tall one, who was not fourteen like us, but now he was sixteen. I’d been kissed by a junior. It worked, because the girls felt that I was their savior. The attractive one, even though I wore clothes the same as my mom. But when I hit school I would undo the bun that she would make sure was neatly put on top of my head every morning, and I would feel like a woman.
I had my period before my girlfriends.
I had a boyfriend.
I was special and they made me feel that way.
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