Me: I like when you use my full name Teag
Teag: You coming over for tacos and movies?
Me: Have I ever missed Saturday dinner and movie nights
Teag: Um yes, when you were dating big boobs Barbie
Me: Really? You refused to allow her in your house!
Teag: DUH!
Me: Aww Teag, you sayin you’ve been crushing on me just as long as I’ve been with you?
Teag: Maybe
Me: Mhmm
Teag: I’ve got to shower this stink off
Me: …
Teag: … what? Get real!
Me: …
Teag: … naked, wet, BYE!
Me: evil. See you in 30
After getting control of my painfully erected cock, I throw on some joggers and a sideless tank then grab my Vanderbilt fitted hat and make my way across the yard.
Knocking on the sliding glass door leading into the Finley’s kitchen, I pull it open and greet Nancy and Bob.
“Hey Tucker!” Nancy beams and pulls me in for a hug. “Did you and Teagan enjoy Fright Fest?”
“Hey Mama, Hey Pops,” I smile shaking Bob’s hand. “It was a blast. I think we rode everything at least twice.”
I sense Teagan before I see her, my head quickly turning toward the doorway. “We rode Goliath the most.” she says before pivoting around quickly to take water bottle from the refrigerator, I smile as she continues, “although, it would have been more fun if Bella hadn’t insisted on being clingy and obnoxious.”
I smile as I take her in, tight as fuck spandex leggings, an open sided Vanderbilt tank with a neon green sports bra. Heaven.
“Aww now, Teagan, she’s just sad you’re graduating early without her.” Nancy empathizes.
“No, she wanted to climb Tucker’s leg and rub him like a cat in heat!” Teagan blurts out with jealously.
Not expecting the comment, I was mid-swallow with a mouthful of water. Effectively shocked, I spray water everywhere as I choke up the fluid stuck in my windpipe.
“Jesus, Teagan.” I cough harder.
“It’s the truth,” she states firmly.
“Alright kids, here’s the tub of popcorn, I’ll clean up this mess. Ben and Marilyn are already in the movie room.” Nancy chuckles as she shoos us away.
Halfway down the hall, I tug Teagan’s ponytail, stopping her in her tracks. The hall is empty, Nancy and Bob can be heard in the distance, and Ben and my older sister Marilyn are already in the home theater.
“Tu–” Teagan begins before my lips crash down on hers.
“Remember what I said?” I whisper against her already swelled lips.
“Nope,” she teases and drags her tongue over her jutted out lower lip.
“I missed you,” I confess easily.
“I missed you too. I always do. Every time you leave, I miss you. But Tucker, we can’t…” I cut her off with another kiss only pulling away to catch our breath.
“You go back to school Monday and I know I don’t compete with the college crowd. In so many ways, I don’t compete.” Teagan’s voice is timid, unsure. We’ve not talked about what this is that we’re beginning to explore.
“They’ve got nothin’ on you, gorgeous.” I smile as her cheeks pink. Kissing her forehead, I smack her ass and turn the doorknob to the in-home theater to see the always-awkward moment of my best friend sucking face with my sister. Guess that’s a little contradictory now that I’ve acted on my desire to be with Teagan.
“Knock it off!” Teagan laughs as she throws a handful of popcorn at their heads.
I take my usual spot on the sofa, kick out the footrest, Teagan settles against the opposite end, and rests her head on the armrest, propping her feet onto my lap. Previously this was a move that I refused to take much stock in, but that’s a bit difficult as the little minx is resting her bare foot against my hardening cock.
“Mari,” I call out garnering my sister’s attention. “Throw me that blanket, please?”
“Hold up!” Ben shouts, sitting up to look more closely at the opening of the movie. “Who the fuck picked this?” He asks, as the title Fifty Shades Darker covers the screen. Teagan and Marilyn erupt into a fit of laughter before my sister hops up and changes the movie to Girls’ Trip.
“Why?” Ben moans as if he is in pain.
“Get over it ya big baby,” Teagan sasses as I grab her feet and squeeze the arches.
Chapter 5: Teagan
Sunday, the day of church, family lunch, and game nights. I have to admit everything seems a bit bizarre. Ben swears in tomorrow and will leave soon after that. I’m still not okay with this, not even a little bit. Tucker seems to be anxious as well. I’m not sure what that’s about, but as I stare at his profile, I see that he, too, has changed quite a bit this fall while being away. Ben says he’s trying to one-up him.
“What’s up Tuck?” I ask. If he fails to answer, I’m going to pull out his full name, since he apparently likes it when I say it.
“Just thinking,” he murmurs and winks at me, which in turn causes my stupid cheeks to heat. Yeah, this between us has me acting all girly and weird. “Careful babe, you’re blushing,” he taunts.
“Shaddup,” I laugh as we make our way toward the family fleet of vehicles.
“Tuck. Lunch, right man?” This comes from my brother as he hangs out the passenger side door from the back of my parents’ Tahoe.
“Yeah, idiot, just like always.” Tucker shoots back.
“Sis, let’s go!” Ben claps his hand against the roof of the car.
Once we’re home, I take off upstairs and change into some sweats and a t-shirt. Washing my face clear of makeup, I pull my thick locks into my signature messy bun. Mom’s in the den when I get downstairs, watching the US trial ice-skating competition for the upcoming Olympics.
“Heya, mom!” I shout intentionally to startle her and laugh when she jumps.
“Darn it, Teagan Marie. Stop that.” She smiles and takes me in. “Care to tell me anything?” she pries. You know that thing about moms always knowing stuff before you tell them? I swear, it’s real. All. The. Time.
“No clue what you’re talking about.” I lie as Ben, Marilyn, and Tucker make their way into the room quietly arguing.
“What’s up kids?” Dad asks from the opposite doorway.
“Oh just bitching about these damn basic training physical requirements,” Ben grumps.
“Benjamin!” Mom scolds, “language.”
“Sorry, mama.”
“What’s so hard about your physical requirements?” I ask.
“Two minutes of push-ups hitting thirty-five, minimum, then another two minutes of sit-ups and that count needs to meet, but should exceed forty-seven, and last, but certainly not least, a two-mile run in sixteen minutes and thirty-six seconds.”
I think over what he’s just listed off. It doesn’t sound that hard. Pulling out my phone, I look up what he just said from memory, not because I think he’s lying but because that doesn’t seem that impossible. Then I see it. That’s for basic training. They, meaning the United States Army, up the ante to graduate Advanced Individual Training.
“Teag,” Tucker starts to warn me before Ben realizes what I’m thinking… a challenge.
“Oh, Lil’ Miss Prissy seems to want a challenge. It’s dancing in your beady little eyes,” he laughs. “I bet by the time we – I – swear in tomorrow ‘til whenever we bus out, and add the ten weeks of basic, you cannot surpass the female version of the physical aptitude test.” Ben is so sure of his proposed wager, a cocky smile sweeps over his face. He’ll never learn to stop underestimating me.
“No,” I object and then up the ante. Listen I never said, I was a thinking-on-my-feet kind of gambler. “One-thousand bucks, when I surpass the male physical aptitude that is required before graduating Advanced Individual Training” My confidence knows no bounds, just as it doesn’t when I’m competing in meets.
“Ha!” Ben barks out. “When you fail, you owe me… hmm Tuck, what shoul
d she owe me?”
I can’t help the chuckle that breaks through my skeptical pursed lips. “Yeah, Tuck. What say you?”
My incredibly good looking, smoldering, holy shit what’s going on with me? Tucker coughs, and with his brow arched and a smirk on his lips, he stares me down right back. A tingling sensation ripples over me, head to toe.
“Ben, you really shouldn’t challenge her, I mean, she always wins.” Marilyn adds.
“Nope, I win and you do my laundry for six months once I’m off barrack assignments.”
He’s so cute. All serious and cocky. Really, it’s adorable. I’m going to smoke his ass. Not a single doubt in my mind.
****
Tucker: Hey
Me: Hi <3
Tucker: What’s up
Me: I’m just staring at my ceiling
Tucker: Why?
Me: Trying to figure out what’s going on with us, I guess.
Tucker: Huh, me too
Tucker: Open your window
Tucker: Teagan. Open it. Please
Me: I’m comfy
Tucker: I see you moving around
Me: Stupid hall light
I quickly close my door and flip the lock to ensure no one simply waltzes in, then make my way to my window and open it all the way, just as Tucker’s head rises above the bottom frame. This isn’t the first time my window has been used over the years. Being separated by a yard of maybe twelve feet wide, we kept a collapsible ladder tucked away for Ben, Marilyn, Tucker, and even me to escape out or come in either house.
“Hey.” Before I can respond, Tucker’s lips are on mine. Slow, passionate, intentional kisses that quickly deepen as our tongues fight for control. I sigh into Tucker’s mouth as a dance of passion unfurls within me.
“Hi,” I wisp breathlessly and smile. “Gotta say, that’s a first.”
“Hopefully not the last,” Tucker responds ruefully.
“Whoa,” I whisper and pull back to observe the sorrowful chocolate brown eyes watching me carefully.
“Sorry, long night,” he tries to explain, pulling me into his arms, holding me tightly against his chest and rests his chin on the top of my head.
“Tucker?” I can feel the deep breath expel from his body, his muscles contracting against mine.
“Hmm?” he hums.
“I’m worried about Ben; that he’ll be alone. That he doesn’t get what he’s signing up to do.”
“I know you’re worried Teag, but he gets it. He thought long and hard about it, weighing his pros and cons.” Tucker’s voice is like a balm soothing my heart, word by word through his certainty. “It’ll be alright. I promise.”
Tucker unwraps our arms from each other and tugs me toward the bed. Once we’re both situated and tucked in together, his sighs and looks past me toward the wall. Bringing his eyes back to mine, he smiles and places a gentle kiss to my forehead.
“Teagan?” This is my Tucker, the part of himself that I choose to believe he only reserves for me. His voice void of playfulness, he’s serious, compassionate, thoughtful. Oh, the personalities you can learn in a person over nearly two decades of friendship.
“Hmm?”
“I want this, us. Even when I’m not here.”
“I do too, but how? You cant tell me you’re okay with a long distance relationship, especially with me still here ‘til the fall.” I try to lay out all my reasoning and fears without showing my insecurity, that I’m not enough. Not for him.
“Really?” He laughs then kisses my nose before continuing. “Gorgeous, you graduate in a few months, you’ll be eighteen by then, and college is college. If I wanted to date there, I would. But I haven’t because what I want, is you. It’s always been you, Teag, it’s always going to be you.
“Yeah?” I ask tentatively, tucking my head in and against his chest.
“No matter where I am, where you are, it’s home.” Tucker fits his hand to my chest, resting it over my heart. “This is my home.”
I move quickly, my lips slowly kissing up his neck, suckling my way up to his chin, and landing on his perfectly full lips. Hip to hip, chest to chest we lay on our sides, exploring each other without words. Tucker’s free hand tangles in my still damp hair. Pull it roughly as he assaults my lips. His kisses feel needy, full of longing, and passionate, as if conveying the words he just said.
My bare hand presses against the corded muscles that line his frame. Wetness gathers at the apex of my thighs as my desire skyrockets out of this world. I’ve never done the deed, I’d always thought, felt, and been taught, that it should be saved for your one and only. Tucker knows this, and while I know he won’t push me, a part of me prays he will.
Tucking his knee between my legs, I feel his hardness pressing against me. Our exploration continues, his hand finding my hip as I rock against his muscled thigh, and then slips into my baggy nightshirt.
“We should stop,” he murmurs, his lips now assaulting my neck.
“No, don’t stop. Please Tucker, don’t stop.” I pant. Removing my hand from his bare back, I stroke his hard cock from the outside of his joggers. Jesus Murphy, it’s huge. I gasp, causing another warning to spring from Tucker.
“Teagan,” he growls as he cups my naked breast.
“Tucker, make me come.”
Chapter 6: Tucker
“Make me come,” her whispered plea nearly causes me to misfire like a sixteen-year-old inexperienced teenage boy.
“Fuck,” I growl into her neck. As much as I want to take her, maker her mine, I can’t. I remind myself of all the reasons why as she continues to ride my thigh. She’s unaware that I too joined to service with Ben. She’s a virgin. She’s not eighteen for a little over a month. But mostly, because I need her to know and understand the magnitude of this decision.
“Please, Tucker…” her seductive murmur blasts out my own logic almost entirely. Almost.
Pulling back slightly, I find her swollen lips turned up into a confident and playful smile. I can’t resist. I’ll never be able to resist when it comes to Teagan. Melding our lips together rekindles the embers that were my intentions to keep from igniting. I always knew we’d have this kind of passion if we ever explored it. My imagination did not let me down.
“I can’t Teagan.” I pull back, my breath heavy. “You’re not of age yet, it’s your first time, and I …” I trail off as her eyes cloud with tears.
“Wow,” she mutters, trying to look away but I pull her face back to mine with my thumb and forefinger.
“No, look at me Teag; I’ve loved you even before I liked you. Of that, I am certain. But your first time, our first time, will not be in your childhood bedroom where we’ll likely wake at least one person, thus ruining the second most important moment of us.”
“What us,” she sasses. Anger. Embarrassment. Frustration. I see it all in her amber eyes. But mostly, it’s hurt.
“You and me, us. You’re worried about Ben finding out that we’re even entertaining this idea, your parents. You ready to tell me your ready for this step?” With the moment now lost, I wipe her tears away and place a chaste kiss to her lips. “You’re my heart Teagan. My home. If you don’t want that, tell me now. I know you’ve got a lot more exploration in this life left, but I’m yours. I’ll wait.”
Teagan’s mouth quirks up on the left, like it typically does when she’s being sarcastic and playful. My heart finally begins to slow as I wait for her words. “You’ll wait for me, yet here I am, drenched and ready, and you’re making me wait?”
“Listen, smartass, you know what I meant.”
“You’re infuriating, Tucker Elliot Hoyt!” She growls out my name before kissing me into oblivion. My brain short circuits and before I know it we’re both panting and pawing each other as if it’s our last moment to live. Well, I guess it’ll be mine if anyone busts through that doorway.
Repositioning us so Teagan is on her back and I’m pressed against her side, I move my hand from her tangled hair skimming her bare breast a
nd across her trembling, taut stomach.
“Please,” she whispers into my ear before capturing my gaze and lifting her hips. My hand slips into her barely there panties then brushes against her bare skin just before finding the pool of wet heat. Swirling her desire around and over her swollen sex, I quickly capture her moan with a searing kiss.
“Shhh,” I order while pressing our foreheads together as I continue my ministrations against her squirming body. I smile as her gasps fill the room after I insert a finger relishing the tight wet center. Teagan’s breathing is heavy as I pump in and out of her, watching her eyes burn into mine. I press my thumb to the enlarged bud causing her orgasm to detonate as she silently cries out in pleasure, grasping the pillow in one hand and my neck in the other.
I kiss her soft and slow as she comes down from her orgasm, pulling my hand away as she breaks the kiss and sucks in much needed air.
“Hey,” she smiles.
“Hi,” I chuckle watching her face soften.
“Um, yeah, so what you were saying earlier…” Her yawn cuts out the words she tries to say so I assume I know what she means in terms of me wanting her to be mine.
“Mm hmm?”
“I’m in. Yours. No other chick gets you. No part of you unless it’s a platonic, and I mean very platonic, friendship.”
“Shit,” I laugh, “I give you one orgasm, and you come back swinging.” I smile and kiss her temple.
“By the way,” she whispers, “I’m pretty sure mom knows something is up. I just didn’t want Ben to stress with his swearing in tomorrow.”
“Let’s not talk about your parents or Ben directly after a moment we just had, hmm?” Libido gone. Ice-cold water just doused any embers that were remaining. I need to tell her it’s not just Ben swearing in tomorrow. But I can’t. I’m a coward. I plant another kiss firmly to her lips and crawl from the bed.
Yawning she asks, “See you tomorrow?”
“You certainly will, now get some rest. You only have a few hours before practice and school.”
Chapter 7: Teagan
My alarm jolts me awake. Once Tucker left, I sank back into my bed, soaked up his scent left behind, and quickly drifted to sleep. And I slept hard. Just as any other day, I reach for my iPhone, see the missed messages, and missed snapchats from my gymnast team.
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