by Betsy Anne
"I think you look hot," he keeps saying to me all night. Best. Boyfriend. Ever.
Jason doesn't drink. He’s not opposed to anyone else drinking, but he’s too responsible to lose control. Someone at the party made punch and Colleen and I decide to try some. A few small sips, and my head is fuzzy. Whatever’s in it is strong.
Colleen disappears to talk to her latest crush. I’m feeling a little light-headed, and I can't find Jason anywhere. I think I remember him saying he was going to the bathroom, but with this crowd it’s going to take a while. I need to sit down. Jeff's house has a small den off the kitchen. Most of the kids are in the front living room and bedrooms. It’s nice and quiet in here, so I sneak in to close my eyes for a second to clear the buzz in my head. I hear the door open, and someone comes in. I assume Jason looking for me. He doesn't like our being separated when we go out. I open my eyes and instead of Jason, it’s a guy I don't recognize. He closes the door behind him. Strange.
“Hi, kitty!" he says a little too enthusiastically. He’s not in a costume; he’s wearing a sweatshirt with the Catholic high school logo emblazoned on the front.
"Hi. Do I know you?” I ask.
"I don't think so, I go to Trinity. I really like your costume, extremely cute."
He stumbles over, and sits down next to me. I can tell from his breath, he’s had way too much punch. This could get ugly. I quickly stand up to leave and get woozy. I fall over his feet and onto his lap. He clamps his arms around my waist and has a dark look on his face. The door to the den opens and in a blur I see Jason’s huge frame cross the room. He grabs the guy by the shirt and jerks him up so quickly that I tumble off his lap and onto my butt. I stay still.
"Get your fucking hands off her now before I kill you asshole!"
Jason is in a blind rage. He holds the guy up and carries him through the living room, and literally throws him out of the house. A sea of people part for him as he storms through. I get to my feet, and watch the drama unfold while leaning for life onto the doorframe. When he comes back into the house, there are hoots and yells of “Awesome!” and, “You should have kicked his ass!” He ignores everything and everyone around him and makes a beeline for me. He barely slows to tell Colleen to find a ride home, before closing in on me. I start shaking uncontrollably. I’ve never seen him like this. He’s jealous, I know, but he’s never had the opportunity to show just how much. I brace myself thinking he’s going to grab me, but he doesn't. He places his hand on the small of my back and says, “Lets go,” very quietly. The crowd is stunned into submission, and we make it out the door quickly. He’s breathing through his nose like a bull. His veins are popping along his temples, and sweat is beading on his forehead.
"Are you OK?" I ask as quietly as possible, but loud enough to make sure he can hear me.
"No, Katie, I’m not. Give me a minute, please."
I have no idea who he’s most angry at. Me, the jerk, himself or a combination of all three. He opens the truck door for me, and marches to the other side. He hops in, fires up the engine and speeds out of the neighborhood. He turns off the radio, and we sit in silence. He’s gripping the steering wheel so tightly, it looks like he’s going to break it in half. It’s obvious that he has no destination in mind. He’s randomly turning down roads, speeding up and slowing down without even realizing it. I’m afraid to speak, but I don't know how much silence I can take.
"Where are we going?" I ask. He visibly exhales.
"I don't know. I just need to drive.”
"OK." I whisper.
It’s only 8:30 p.m., and we don't have anywhere to go. I’m dressed like a cat - great - and don't have a change of clothes. I’ve already taken off my mask and ears, removed my tail and wiped off my whiskers. I look like an out of place gymnast in a head-to-toe bodysuit. Sensing what I’m thinking, he shrugs off his sweatshirt for me to put on. It’s so big, it covers my rear down to my mid-thighs. I look a bit human again.
"Thank you. Do you want to take me home?"
He’s still quiet.
"Look, Jason, I went to sit down somewhere alone. That creep followed me in the room, I..."
He cuts me off.
"I'm not mad at you, Katie, but I need some time to calm down."
That makes me feel a little better. I slide over next to him, and curl up. He finally relaxes enough to put his right arm around me. After thirty minutes of driving aimlessly, he slows down and parks in the empty parking lot behind the elementary school. He kills the engine and rests his head back on the seat. He squeezes his eyes tight and then turns his head toward me. I see a tear come out of his eye.
"Katie, I'm so sorry I lost control like that. I've never been so full of rage in my life. Not even in a football game."
He sounds frightened of himself.
"I was already nervous when I came out of the bathroom and couldn't find you anywhere. When I opened the door, my worst fears had come true."
He squeezes his eyes again before continuing.
"When I saw you on his lap, I knew something was wrong. You looked scared and shaken. I was more upset at the thought that someone could harm you or scare you that I went crazy. The fact that I wasn't there to protect you killed me a little inside."
"You can't be near me every second of everyday. I could have taken care of myself. That guy was so drunk I could have easily gotten away."
I sound much more calm than I feel.
"But what if you couldn't, and he..."
Before I can brace myself, he’s on me. His hands grip my face while his lips are making love to mine. His tongue is insistently urging mine to mingle. His hands move down my neck to my shoulders. He clutches me like he’s trying to save himself from drowning. His mouth covers mine and his kisses tell me how much he needs me. He’s always so in control whenever we makeout. He stops himself, sometimes visibly hurting to do so, before he touches me anywhere he doesn't think I’m ready for.
Oh, I’m ready now.
I take his hand, and kiss the tips of his fingers one by one. He slows down to watch me. I take his index finger and put it in my mouth. I swirl my tongue around it, and pull it out slowly. He shivers, and stares into my eyes. His pupils are dilated, and his breath is ragged. He takes my hand and speaks to me sweetly.
"Not right now, sweetheart, you’re not ready and I'm not sure I want our first time to be in my truck."
We’re both virgins. He has confessed to me that he had come close a couple of times, but he needed to feel a connection first. I take control of his hand again, and place it under my sweatshirt. My bodysuit is thin, and it’s cold in the truck. My nipple hardens the moment his hand touches it. He groans and bends his head down to mine and breathes me in.
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
I don't say anything. I kiss his jawline and slide my tongue down his neck. He smells so good, and tastes salty from the adrenaline overload. It sends my body into hormonal overdrive. He is gentle with my breast, cupping and squeezing it while kissing my neck. I feel his restraint in every breath he takes. I can tell he’s trying hard to keep himself in check.
"Jason, I love you. I want to give myself to you. I need you to love me."
I wiggle out of his sweatshirt, and turn around for him to unzip the zipper on the back of my bodysuit. He pauses for a moment, and then slowly he begins to pull the zipper down. When it reaches my hips, I wiggle my butt enough to get it under me and take it off. The space in the truck is confining for someone his size. He stares at my body, clad only in my bra and panties, for a long moment. He raises his hand to touch me in the gentlest way a person can be touched. He starts at the hollow of my neck, and makes his way down to my small breasts. I see his erection, and he’s wincing at the pressure against his jeans. I reach down to unzip him. He leans back and unbuttons the top button to make it easier. As I unzip his pants, he leans back again and pushes them down to his ankles. I take off my bra and panties as quickly as I can. I am so excited I can hardly breathe. His erection
is huge. He takes my hand and places it on the satiny skin, and I squeeze. He exhales abruptly.
"Easy, I want to make this last."
I’m amazed how something so hard can also feel so soft and silky. I lean down and kiss the top of the crown; it’s salty and slick. He tries to turn the attention back to me. He sits me up, and I straddle his thighs with my own. I am so much shorter than he; this angle is perfect to see his face. His erection presses painfully against my thighs. I’m beginning to worry how it will fit inside me. He starts kissing me again, slowly. Kissing my breasts, torturing my nipples with his tongue. I begin to understand how it will fit. I’m getting so warm and wet between the legs that I’m aching for him to be inside me. He looks up into my face, and his eyes are wet.
“What's wrong?" I whisper.
He brings his lips to my mouth and I know what it is. He’s fighting his control, a control that he has over everything else in his life. This urge, this pulling need, is more than he can take.
"I love you, Katie.”
He says it so honestly I almost start sobbing. Intense feelings are flooding my system. I know at this moment, we’ll be together forever. I swallow hard, trying my best not to cry. He reaches around with both hands and begins to feel my rear. Kneading, rubbing and slapping as if he wants to consume me. I’m writhing now on top of his lap, sliding my wetness up and down the full length of his erection. He grabs me forcefully by the hips and lifts me up. This is it. I'm ready. He holds me up while I take hold of his erection to locate my slit. I’m so aroused, that the head slips in easily and he slowly lowers me down his length. The large muscles in his arms are quivering. He holds me tight so I can't go too deep, too fast.
He’s gasping for breath and his hands are shaking. I feel incredible pressure, and begin to get nervous that it won't work; I’ll be too tight. He tells me to lower a little more, then he bucks his hips up just enough that his hardness rips through me. It pinches and pulls, and feels too full. I yelp a little, not wanting him to stop, but needing relief. He stills for a few moments. I ease myself back down his hardness, and then back up again. I get wetter each time I stroke him. I finally start to feel less pain and more pleasure. He looks like he’s holding back, trying not to come. His gaze roams over my breasts and body. His eyes roll back as he feels my warm, wetness squeeze him in the most intimate way. We are now lovers, a special part of each other forever.
I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him lightly on the ear. I whisper to him.
"I love you, I love you, I love you."
He releases himself and his orgasm explodes inside of me. I can feel his warm liquid bathing my aching insides with sweet relief. His body shudders and he wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me in close. We stay still in our loving embrace, neither of us wanting to break the precious bond. He’s the first to pull his head up. I follow and look at his face. He loves me. He said it; he showed it. Not with the sex, but so many other ways. We gave each other the precious gift of our virginity.
Chapter 5
Jason
Jeff's Halloween party is coming up, and all our friends are going. I would much rather just hang out and watch scary movies with her alone than be with a bunch of drunken knuckleheads - even though the knuckleheads are my buddies. She asks me what she should go as, a sexy witch or a cute cat. If it’s just the two of us? Sexy witch for sure. Not OK at a Halloween party with all eyes on her though. I tell her she’ll look great either way. I don’t dare tell her what to do, I want her to make her own decisions. I just cross my fingers and hope. Cute, please, not sexy.
I pick her up for the party, and I just about fall over. If that’s her idea of cute and not sexy, I couldn’t have survived the witch costume. She’s in a second-skin full black bodysuit, showing every delicious curve she has. I want to run my hands up and down her body, even after she puts on the ears and tail. It’s going to be a really long night.
I’m not one to drink; it’s just not my thing. I don’t like the way it makes my body or mind feel. Katie’s not a big drinker either. I’ve seen her have half a beer and giggle for the rest of the night. We get to Jeff’s along with Colleen, and the party is in full swing. She and Kevin didn’t last long, but they ended it OK so we’re all still friends. Colleen and Katie end up with some cups full of punch. If it weren’t for Jeff’s punch at the last party here, I may not have had the chance to talk to her. She could have avoided me all night, and I wouldn't have known she was there. I should have warned her though. That punch is lethal. There’s a reason it’s called “punch.” She and Colleen are deep in discussion, so I take my chance to run to the bathroom.
There’s a line to get in. Jeez, I should just go outside, but it’s freezing, definitely not worth freezing my balls. When I come out, I can’t find Katie anywhere. Colleen is over in the corner gabbing to Clay. My friends are pulling at me to come and talk as I walk around the room, but I’m getting worried. There are a lot of assholes at this party that I don’t recognize who have been ogling every girl walking through the place, including my girlfriend. Katie can’t hold her alcohol well either, and she downed a big sip of that punch. She may be somewhere getting sick.
I start to head outside, when I notice a guy walking into the den, and he closes the door behind him. I make a beeline over to the door. I’ll find Katie in a minute, but something about this guy doesn’t sit well with me.
I open the door, and instead of seeing a couple of kids passing around some weed, I see my girlfriend on the lap of some asshole with his hands all over her. The terrified look on Katie’s face makes something inside me snap. A burning sensation rises up from my gut, and I taste acid in my throat. I’m screaming something at him as I close the space between us. I grab him by the shirt as Katie falls to the floor. I know she’s fine, but I have to get this guy as far away from me as possible before I crush his windpipe. I don’t think I’ve ever had this much rage about anything in my life.
The thought of not finding her until it was too late floods my brain, and it makes me lift this guy even higher. The front door opens; someone understands my intent before I get there, and I throw him out the door like a rag doll. I hear things being shouted at me by him and his friends, and by the crowd, too. I don’t give a shit; I just need to get Katie. I see her standing by the doorframe with her jaw touching the ground. As soon as our eyes connect, she begins to shake. My heart is breaking from seeing her so scared, and I’m praying that fear isn’t of me.
She cowers as I reach for her, but I gently lead her out the front door and head to my truck. I have to get out of here and give myself a chance to calm down. I speed out onto the street, without any thought about where to go. I probably shouldn’t even drive right now, I can barely see straight. Poor Katie is hugging herself and shaking. I can’t tell if she’s cold, scared, mad or what. Her face is down, and I can’t see her eyes.
She asks where we’re going so quietly, I barely understand what she says. She is still shaking so hard that I crank up the heat in the truck, and wrestle out of my sweatshirt to give her. She has stripped out of most of the cat costume, except for the bodysuit. Oh God, that bodysuit. That dick had his hands on her wearing that bodysuit! I’m gripping the steering wheel so tightly my hands are going numb. She takes the sweatshirt and says, “Do you want to take me home?”
She’s being so formal, I get the feeling she thinks I’m mad at her or that I blame her for what happened. She begins to try to explain what happened, but I cut her off. I assure her, it’s not her I’m mad at, and I just need time to calm down.
With that reassurance, she looks relieved. She moves closer and snuggles in deep beside me. She’s warm in my sweatshirt, and she feels so goddamned good. I continue to drive around for a while to allow my heart rate to slow down. Her being this close to me causes the opposite reaction, but in a better way. I pull into the parking lot of the elementary school. I’m not ready to say goodnight to her yet. I cut off the engine and take a deep breath. I can tell she’s w
aiting for me to say something. I try my best to explain my reaction, but I’m not sure how she feels about it.
She tries to tell me how she could’ve take care of herself. As she’s speaking, my eyes look over her beautiful face. This lovely, tiny-framed sprite is trying to tell me that I don’t need to worry about her. My eyes can’t seem to stop focusing on her soft lips. I need to feel her, now. All the tension has gotten my engine started, and she’s got her foot on the gas pedal, revving me up. I lean over and stop her in mid-sentence. I cradle her sweet face in my hands while my mouth is all over hers. I can’t get enough. It feels like the first time we ever kissed. Hot, fast and needy. Needing to have that physical as well as emotional bond with someone.
I have fantasized so many, way too many, times about what our first time will be like. Definitely not here in the cab of my truck. She deserves candles and music, not a cold night in the elementary school parking lot. I pull back to try to catch my breath and slow things down, but she grabs my hand. We’re staring into each other’s eyes as she takes my hand up to her mouth. She seems so sure of herself, like she’s done this a thousand times. Her soft touch sends a shiver straight down my spine and into my groin.
Just when I think I can’t get a stiffer erection, I do. I can feel the pulse in my dick. She wraps her lips around one of my fingers and gently pulls and sucks all the way up to the end. I don’t know how much of this I can take. I either have to stop this right now, or tonight’s the night. I love this girl and she’s driving me crazy!
“Not now,” I get out of my mouth with as much sincerity as I can in my current state. She doesn’t even blink. She guides my hand up under her sweatshirt. Her bodysuit is so thin; I can feel her nipple harden as she places my hand on her breast. She squeezes her hand over mine and the softness of her breast fills my hand. I have to swallow hard to be able to say what I need to say.