“You look gorgeous, girl,” Vikki says, giving me the best friend once-over.
“So do you! I couldn’t wear something like that, though,” I tell her. Her dress has cut-outs at the waist, showing her tanned stomach. She’s fit as a fiddle. Seeing as she’s the captain of the cheerleading squad this doesn’t surprise me. I am always amazed when I watch her practice and she does her flips, jumps and when she flies through the air. I would be petrified, but she does those things as if they are natural...which they most certainly are not. My body isn’t meant to bend the way hers does. Then again, she can’t run cross country either, so there’s that.
“So, where’s that handsome biker of yours?” she asks.
“He took our food and went to grab a table. Y’all wanna join us?” She’s been dating Micah, another friend of ours from school, since the middle of our sophomore year. I kind of suspect he wants to marry her, but we’re so young still, that I hope he waits.
“Sounds like a plan. Did you see they’ve got photo booth options at the picture section?” Vikki asks me.
“Really? We’ve so gotta do those too!” I state. I love pictures because they capture the memories and I don’t want to forget anything about tonight. Mom got me a memory book and I plan on filling it with not only photos but mementos from tonight as well, my corsage will forever be safe in it. As the song goes, I don’t wanna miss a thing.
Talon is holding me in his arms as we dance to a slow song. I don’t recognize it, but it’s a beautiful ballad, the best part is being snuggled into him. “Are you having a good time?” he asks me in my ear, and the shivers from his breath travel throughout my body.
“I am, this is one of the best nights of my life,” I answer.
“It only gets better from here,” he tells me.
“How so?” I ask, curious of what else he has planned for our evening.
“Your curfew is what, two?” he questions.
“Yeah,” I reply. His scent is surrounding me, it’s clean, crisp and all him. I love it when he comes to see me after work, all sweaty and mussed up, I know that sounds icky to some, but to me it’s all consuming and makes me think of home. My home, which in my heart is him, in all ways. Hell, who am I kidding? I love him any way he comes to me.
“What else do you wanna do here?” I think about his question because we’ve eaten, done the photo booth, gotten our fancy prom pictures taken, and hung out with our mutual friends.
“We’ve done everything, I think, haven’t we?” I ask out loud, even though the last part was meant to only be said in my head.
“Then let’s get out of here,” he whispers. “Need some alone time with my girl.”
“Talon?” I say his name to get his attention.
“What, baby?” he questions.
“I love you.” This isn’t the first time I’ve told him this, but it seems important to say in this moment.
“Love you too, Claree.” I literally swoon every time he says these words to me.
Talon
I haven’t shared this information with her, but I’ve reserved us a room here at the same hotel as the prom for us to go to once we were done with the socializing. I don’t know that anything will happen, but we have such a hard time being alone, with all the club kids and parents that are always surrounding us, butting their noses into our business, that I figured this would be the perfect opportunity. I’m prepared, just in case, but if all we do is make out, I’ll survive. As long as my girl is happy, I’m happy.
“Where are we going? We’re parked that way,” she points, and I turn and smile at her.
“I’ve got us a room, thought we could spend some time together just the two of us,” I inform her.
“Yes! We never get time to ourselves without someone meddling in our business or getting in our way. And the kids...always tattling to Dad telling him we’ve snuck off to be alone. I can’t wait until I get to move out at the end of the year, I feel like I’m suffocating.”
“Know the feeling, I’ve almost got enough money saved for us to get a place once you graduate,” I tell her.
“The dads are going to go crazy,” she warns.
“They’ll get over it. You’re my girl and have been for five years now, even though we couldn’t start dating until you were sixteen. They’ve had plenty of time to get used to the idea.” Chief will be a hard sale, but Trinity is behind us, so he’ll get over it. I hate to be there when he finds out she’s been the one helping me research houses, I don’t want an apartment, even though Axe has told me he’d let me move into one of the club owned townhomes. I just want our own space, somewhere we can make and call our own.
She starts laughing and I join in because with our dads, it’s a crapshoot. On one hand, my dad is excited for us. On the other hand, Chief will never think anyone is good enough for one of ‘his girls’. He and Dad have gone round and round and have even come to blows once or twice. Dad will always have my back, even when it comes to one of his brothers.
I hold her hand as we get to our room and I unlock the door. I came earlier in the day and registered, and they gave me the key then. “Your room for the next few hours,” I tell her, causing her to giggle.
Going over to the bag I brought up earlier, I open it and grab a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. “Here, I grabbed these from your mom. Go change so we don’t mess up your dress. I’ll change after you.”
She grins at me before saying, “Good thinking. Can you unzip me?”
Turning her back to me, I see the zipper that goes from the nape of her neck, to right above her ass and I gulp. Sure, I’ve held her before, and we’ve snuck in some make out sessions, but right now, I’m more nervous than a bunch of long-tailed cats in a room full of rocking chairs. I lift my trembling hand and slide the zipper down, exposing her lightly tanned skin. All the dancing has left her with a slight sheen of sweat and I breathe in deeply, catching her light floral scent that is uniquely her. It’s the smell I think of when I’m closing my eyes at night, the scent that has been known to drive me crazy and it’s also a feeling of being where I belong.
“Thank you,” she says as she quickly scurries into the bathroom.
I look down and see that I’m standing at attention, it’s not being held down by my pants, so I give him a mental pep talk, “down, boy, it may not even happen tonight.” I sit on the bed and put a pillow over him so that hopefully she’s not intimidated when she walks out of the bathroom.
Claree
I look at myself in the mirror and try to gather the courage needed for tonight. Looking at the girl staring back at me in the mirror I speak to her, I know to some I’d seem crazy, but I very much need this conversation with myself. “Okay, you’ve got this. You’ve been waiting on an opportunity like this for a long time. He loves you, you love him. This is natural for two people in love, take a deep breath girl and get yourself together.” I sigh, because the talk didn’t help, I’m still nervous as all get out, but it’s something I’ve wanted to experience and share with him for a long time. “Fuck it,” I say, letting my dress fall to the floor. Next, I remove the million and one bobby pins that are holding my hair in place and once they’re all removed, I bend over and shake my hair out. When I look in the mirror I’m a wild mess, but I kinda feel sexy so I just use my fingers and move my hair around until the curls fall over my shoulders and my hair is parted where I like it. Gaining the courage, I take off my bra and underwear. Mom gave me the talk tonight and told me if it felt right to follow my heart. She knows as well as I do that Talon and I have a forever kind of love, one that will stand the test of time... and my dad.
I take another minute to stare at myself and feeling confident I look at the clothing he supplied me and decide against putting them on. If I’m going to get what I want, I have to take the bull by the horns and let him know that it’s what I do actually desire and need. I nod at myself and place my hand on the doorknob, I take another deep breath and open the door.
Here we go!
/> Talon
The door opens and the most beautiful sight I’ve ever encountered greets me.
Breathtaking.
Absofuckinglutely, breathtakingly beautiful.
She’s not tall by any means, but damn, she packs a wallop. Full breasts with dusty rose-colored nipples, a tapered waist that flares out to hips I can’t wait to grip, and her legs...holy hell. Running cross country has done awesome things to my girl’s legs. The blush that covers her face and chest has me standing. I won’t let her be embarrassed.
This is us.
“Are you sure?” I ask, and I watch as her eyes travel to my tenting pants.
“I’ve never been surer of anything in my life,” she purrs. Damn, my girl purrs like a cat in heat. I’ve never heard that before and it makes me harder. I didn’t realize that was even possible. I walk over to where she’s standing and pull her into my arms.
“Then I’ve got too many clothes on,” I state, as I slowly start taking off my tux. I had already taken my jacket off because I was feeling overheated, but I have plenty of other clothing that needs to be removed...now. I’ll leave my boxers on because I know it’s her first time and I have to get her ready, and if there’s no barriers between us, I’ll want to go straight inside of her and this has to be special. Not only is it her first time, but it’s mine as well.
Now down to my boxers, I move closer to her and pull her into my arms. “I love you, Claree,” I whisper as I nuzzle her neck.
“I love you, too,” she replies, arching her neck to the side to give me better access.
“You nervous?” I ask. I know our moms have talked to both of us, so it’s not like she doesn’t have the mechanics down, but this is real, not just words.
“Maybe a little bit, but I want you more than I’m nervous. You’re my zing,” she states, referring to a crazy movie we’ve seen tons of times about monsters.
“You’re mine too, baby,” I tell her. Scooping her up bridal style, I carry her over and using one hand, pull the comforter back before I lay her down. Seeing her hair flowing around the pillow and across her chest as she lays there, bare to me, has my heart rate accelerating further. Reaching over to my pants, I grab the condoms I brought with me, ‘just in case’ and put them on the nightstand.
“No pressure, Claree. I’m just making sure we have them, okay?” I make sure she understands that I won’t make any demands of her.
“Shut up and kiss me, Talon. Whatever happens, happens,” she replies. I can see the need in her eyes and I know that there’s nothing that will get in the way of what we’re fixing to do here.
Pulling her into my arms, I lean closer and capture her lips with my own. I love kissing her, the way her lips naturally fit mine, and put everything into this particular kiss so she can tell how much I want and need her. Our tongues are now dueling, and my hand, of its own accord, drifts down her side until it makes its way to her breasts. Cupping one, I lightly stroke my fingers over her nipple until it stands erect and is silently begging me for more. Hearing her moan, I break the kiss, and move down until I capture her nipple in my mouth. It’s elongated and begging me for attention.
Heaven.
Motherfucking heaven.
I lick, nip, and gently bite, as my hand begins to stroke along her side. She moans again, and the sounds have gotten louder, and now I have one goal, make her feel an astronomical explosion. That’s one thing that Dad made sure he stressed to me during our conversation.
About sex...yes, I had to endure the sex talk with him.
Always take care of your woman, first and foremost her needs come before your own.
Always. No exceptions.
And always wrap it up. According to him, he and Mom are too young to become grandparents. Hell, Claree and I are too young to have anyone calling us Mom and Dad. There are a lot of things I want us to do together, to accomplish, and I’m a selfish bastard and need years of only us before we even contemplate adding a kid, or kids to the equation. It needs to be Talon and Claree, just us, for as long as we can.
I then move to the other breast, so I can give that one the same attention. I can feel my dick weeping with pre-cum and every time I move, the friction threatens to set me off.
“You good, Claree?” I ask, needing to know I’m not doing anything that makes her feel uncomfortable.
“Don’t stop, Talon, please,” she replies. “I... I need more.” Well, fuck.
I’m going on pure, animal instinct at this point. I mean, I know she’s a virgin, but she probably presumes that before we started dating, I got around. That couldn’t be anything further from the truth. I wasn’t saving myself or anything, all I could think about back then was survival for me and Jasper, but I’m glad that she will get this special gift and there was no one before her and there won’t be anyone after her.
I didn’t.
Ever.
I need to reiterate that to her, and inform her, so she knows she’s not the only one who held out. It’s always only been her for me, and it will always only be her. She holds my heart in the palm of her hand, and she will be the only person I ever give that type of trust to.
I want to learn what she likes and dislikes. In bed, because I need to make sure she always feels satisfied in what we’re doing...together. I want to figure out what feels good to both of us and make sure we always tend to each other’s needs.
I want to go slow.
But at the same time, I want to fuck her into the mattress.
With all these thoughts running through my head I make my way between her thighs. Lightly running my hand across her bare mound, I ask, “Did it hurt, baby?” I can’t stand the thought of her being in any sort of pain.
“A little bit, yeah,” she admits.
“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” I tell her. I can see the area is lightly swollen and it hurts my heart that she’d endure pain...for me, for us.
“Maybe I can just keep it trimmed?” she questions. “I really don’t like being bare.” She chews on her bottom lip, a sign she’s worried about what I’ll think about what she just stated.
“Then I’ll help you,” I murmur before leaning in and swiping my tongue across her folds. The thought of being the one who keeps her groomed makes my chest swell in pride, I mean, after all it’s mine, it’s not meant to be seen by anyone besides me.
“Oh, God, Talon. Do that again,” she moans out. My girl likes my tongue and mouth on her, I make a mental note to make sure that I do this every time we are together in bed.
“Whatever my girl wants.” Like she could keep me away. I could stay here for days doing this. Her taste hits my tongue, it’s like nectars from the Gods, she’s intoxicating to my senses and I want more.
Continuing my ministrations, I insert a finger inside adding to the sensations she’s feeling. Something I’ve read about in my mom’s books, yes, I’ve read them...some of them, I am a supportive son. But the true reason is because I wanted to be prepared for tonight, without having to ask for directions from the parental figures. That would be completely embarrassing!
Holy fucking hell. Her tight, wet heat surrounds my finger, and I can feel my dick jerk at the thought of being buried in her.
I add a second finger and begin pumping them in and out while I lick and suck on her clit. I pull it deeply into my mouth and moan when I feel her body begin to wiggle.
“Fucking hell!” my girl screams out. I continuously pump my finger in and out of her as I devour her lips and clit. I feel her body begin to shake and I have a feeling I’m getting closer to my goal. She grabs my hair and pulls on it hard enough that my scalp burns, but it excites me, and I realize in this moment that I like a little pain. “Talon!” she screams so loud that I’m sure our neighbors in the next room can hear her. I slowly pull my finger out and start kissing up her thighs, over her stomach and stop at her left breast. I pay attention to her nipple and mirror here what I did down there.
When our mouths finally join and fuse to
gether, I was expecting her to pull away since she just came in my mouth, on my tongue. Not my girl, she dives in and sucks my tongue into her mouth and my dick jumps. I lower my left hand and slide that side of my boxers down and over my hip. Then I repeat it with my right hand, switching sides as I do this.
When we’re finally skin to skin, I sigh deeply. “Claree?” I question.
“Hmm?” Her voice sounds...dammit, what’s that word my mom always uses in her books? Oh yeah, languid. That’s the word.
Languid and sated. That describes my girl right now. Pride takes over knowing that I am the one who did this to her.
“Wanted to tell you something,” I whisper.
“What’s up, puddleduck?” I laugh because she’s always coming up with the weirdest shit. But it’s cute, so I let her get away with her crazy nicknames she’s always calling me.
“It’s my first time too, baby. So, if you don’t wanna go further, I’ll understand.”
“Talon Hatchet, if you don’t make love to me, I’m going to scream louder, even more so than I just did! You think the neighbors possibly heard me before, just wait, I’m capable of so much more.”
Well, alrighty then. I grin before sitting up and grabbing a condom. Opening the package up, I start to put it on only to feel her hands join me. Her touch has me frozen in place, afraid I’m going to come, so I let her finish putting the condom on. I count to ten, twenty, trying to think of anything other than her hands on me and the way they make me feel.
Best fucking feeling in the world, until I move between her legs and my dick encounters the wet heat of her pussy. Taking him in hand, I run him between her folds until she’s moaning, and I can see her juices coating him, getting him ready and prepared for descending into her beautiful body. “You ready, baby?” I question.
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