Real Men Wear Pink (A Destined to Change Short Story) (Destined Series)

by Lisa M. Harley

  “My name is Eric Marshall. Glad to meet you, Emma Lawrence.” I smiled.

  “Glad to meet you too, Eric Marshall.” She put her arm in mine and started to run to catch up with our friends. And that was when it happened. I fell head over heels for the girl with no front teeth, short black hair, and the biggest, prettiest eyes I’d ever looked into. Yep, I loved that girl.

  Before long, the four of us were inseparable. We spent our time at school together. After school we would usually go to Loralei’s house and play. Emma and I never had that moment - that moment where we said we were a couple. We just always were. We started holding hands when were ten. Our first kiss when we were twelve and it was perfect. We had sex for the first time when we were fifteen - almost sixteen. We were too young and we realized that pretty quick. Our first time, now that’s a memory I’ll never forget, for many reasons.

  “Declan, get your ass out here. We gotta go get the girls. I hate to be late. Come on, man,” I hollered from Declan’s front porch. We were taking the girls to our first dance tonight. Declan and Loralei had finally become a couple this summer. It freaking took them long enough!

  I did not want to be late. I wanted to see my girl.

  My mom had driven me into town to get Emma a corsage. Purple was her favorite color, so it had purple and pink roses in it. Mom said it was perfect. Declan and I insisted on wearing jeans to the dance. We both got new black Wranglers. I wore a dark purple button-down shirt and Declan’s was dark blue. We had on our Stetsons and our boots. We were a couple of hot cowboys - at least we thought we were hot shit.

  “Man, you are turnin’ into Emma. You talk all the damn time,” Declan muttered, as he walked out the door. He turned and glared at me, “Well? What the hell are you waitin’ on? Let’s go get our women.”

  “Asshole.”

  “I know, but you love me anyways.” Declan was right. I did love that guy. We were so much more than friends and teammates. He was the brother I always wanted. Instead of getting a brother, I had a little pain in the ass sister. Emery was only four, so I didn’t have to deal with her a lot. Thank goodness.

  Declan and I were kinda the stars of the Kipton High School basketball team. I lie. Declan was the star. I was the back-up star, but I was fine with that. Declan rocked. He had won so many damn games, it was ridiculous. If it weren’t for him we wouldn’t have had a basketball team.

  Emma and Loralei were getting ready together at Loralei’s house. Declan’s dad was driving us tonight, but we’d made arrangements to get home. We didn’t want him to know something was going on when Emma and I didn’t get dropped off at different houses. When we pulled up in the driveway, my palms were sweating and I gotta admit I was kinda nervous. I’ve always been pretty sure of myself, but Emma and I had talked about what was gonna happen after the dance tonight and I was nervous. As the guy, I was supposed to be the one who knew what he was doing, but I had no idea. Declan and I had done some research - meaning we watched some porn. It was weird and didn’t really look like stuff Emma would want me to do to her. I bought condoms and my parents were out of town for the night, so we had the house to ourselves. Why was I so nervous? It was just Emma. Emma - the girl that I loved so much it hurt. The thought of not being with Emma made me sick. She was mine and always would be.

  “Are ya gonna come and get me or do I have to walk out there all by myself,” Emma yelled from Loralei’s front porch. I looked up and saw Declan and Loralei kissing on the steps, while Emma stared at me with her hands on her hips. She looked a little pissy. Gorgeous, but pissy. She had on a short, like super short, dark, shiny purple dress. It had all kinds of sparkly stuff on the front all along her boobs. I couldn’t look away. It was strapless and all I could think about was what kinda bra she had on under it.

  “I’m on my way, gorgeous.” I slammed the truck door and walked over to the porch. “Are you gonna be mad at me all night?”

  “I’m not mad, just jealous.” She pointed to Loralei and Declan who were now making out in the porch swing.

  “I can fix that.” She was on the top step, so I stepped onto the first step and reached up and put my hands on her hips. With our difference in height we were now eye to eye. “I love you, Emma Lawrence.” I said, as I smashed my lips to hers. I slid my arm around her waist and dipped her like we were dancing. When our tongues met, she moaned and deepened the kiss. I pulled my lips from hers and opened my eyes. There was that smile I was looking for.

  “I love you too, Eric Marshall. Damn it,” she laughed. Emma stood up and straightened her dress out. “You ‘bout made me fall outta my dress, mister.”

  “That was the point, missus.” We’d had these nicknames for each other for awhile. Loralei always teased us that we were already like an old married couple. So, she started calling us mister and missus. Emma and me liked them so much, the names stuck.

  “Are ya’ll ready to go? God, we’ve been waitin’ forever,” Declan said with a grin.

  “Yeah, asshole. We were the ones holding up the festivities.” I motioned to him and Loralei. She blushed.

  As we walked into the dance all eyes turned to us. We were used to it by now. Declan was the king of the school and Loralei his queen. Emma and I were the back-ups. The buddies. And we wouldn’t have it any other way.

  “Wanna drink?” Declan asked.

  “Sure. What have you got?” I laughed.

  “The team’s doin’ shots in the locker room. I think it’d be rude if we didn’t join em.”

  “We wouldn’t wanna be rude.” I said as we left the girls to chat with some other girls in our class.

  The team was doing shots alright. But I am not sure what the hell it was. The first one burned like a son of a bitch, and the second one didn’t go down much easier. I couldn’t do anymore. Declan did a couple more and we headed back to the girls. Emma pulled me in for a kiss.

  “You taste nasty. What is that?”

  “I’m not sure. Damn, it was gross.”

  “Maybe you shouldn’t have been drinkin’ it then, mister.” She scolded me.

  “I know, missus. You know I don’t even like the stuff. I just drank it…”

  “Peer pressure. I know. Didn’t you watch the video Mrs. Edgeller played in Health Ed?” She laughed at me.

  She dragged me out to the dance floor and we danced and danced. She was having so much fun. I loved to see that happy look on her face. She was just a happy person. My missus always had a smile on her face and a laugh was sure to follow.

  When the music changed from country to some hard rock, we decided to sit down and rest a little. Declan and Loralei were snuggled up in the corner making out, again. That’s all they did. Emma and I weren’t much better, but that was beside the point. I was happy that my best friends finally realized they were madly in love with each other. Emma was too. We both smiled at them and then found a seat at one of the tables by the door.

  “Are you nervous?” Emma asked as she reached out and took my hand in hers. She was rubbing her thumb back and forth over my hand. I didn’t want her to see how nervous I was.

  “Are you?” I tried to shift the question back to her.

  “Yeah, yeah I’m really nervous.”

  My missus was nervous too?

  I let out a deep breath, “Thank God.”

  “So, it’s not just me? You’re scared too?” She sounded so relieved.

  “This is a big deal, Emma. We only get to do this, the first time, once, ya know? I don’t wanna screw it up.”

  “You couldn’t, mister. I love you too much. It’s gonna be perfect. I’m just really glad I’m not the only one who’s scared to death.” She placed a light kiss on my cheek.

  “Are you ready to get started?” I asked with a grin.

  “Ready when you are,” she replied. We tore Declan and Loralei away from each other long enough to tell them we were leaving. I’d talked to Declan about tonight and I was pretty sure Emma had mentioned it to Loralei, because they both wished us luck. Was
that weird that our best friends were wishing us good luck on our night of sex? Yes, I think it was.

  I wasn’t old enough to drive yet, so I’d made a deal with one of the guys on the team. He would drive Emma and me to my house and I would help him get a date for the dance. I fulfilled my half of the bargain, and now it was his turn. He didn’t let me down. I tapped him on the shoulder, nodded to the door, and he informed his date he’d be right back. He dropped us off at my house and the nerves that had been there before hit the roof when Emma took my hand and started to lead me to the porch.

  I unlocked the door and we walked through together. The house was so dark. I fumbled around to find the light. When I finally got the light on, I found Emma standing in the hallway that led to my bedroom. She was biting her lip and she looked like she might puke. Her eyes were as big around as saucers.

  I took my hat off and hung it on the rack by the door. I started walking toward Emma. “We don’t have to do this tonight, Emma. We don’t have to do anything. We can just spend the night together. It’ll be like a big slumber party.” I smiled, hoping it would be contagious. It wasn’t.

  “I want to do it, Eric. I really, really do. We’re almost sixteen years old. We’ll always be together, right?”

  “Yes. I plan on spending the rest of my life with you, Emma.” And I really did. I couldn’t even imagine a future without her in it.

  “Me too. I’m gonna annoy you with my speed-talking until you’re old and gray.” She finally smiled at me.

  She stood up on her tippy toes and kissed me. She tasted so sweet. It was times like this that I really hated being taller than her. Even with her on her tippy toes, it was hard for her to kiss me. I leaned down to make it easier for her. She felt so good. She slid her hands up my chest and then she threw her arms around my neck and jumped up into my arms.

  “I love you!” Little kisses erupted all over my face. Up my chin, the tip of my nose. I was trying to hold her without touching her butt, but it was hard to do. Finally, she wrapped her legs around me and when she felt what was waiting in my pants for her, the kisses stopped and her head snapped back. She looked at me with those beautiful, big eyes, “Is that supposed to feel like that?”

  “Yeah, it is.”

  “Wow. Just wow.” She whispered in my ear, “I can’t wait to see what it looks like.” My breath caught and I almost lost my balance. I fell up against the wall, which caused me to push up against her. She cried out when my hips slammed into her. “Maybe we should get in bed.”

  “Maybe we should, missus.”

  “I love it when you call me that. It makes me feel so loved, Eric. It makes me feel like no matter what crap we go through, we’ll always be okay because I’m your missus and you’re my mister.”

  “I love you, missus,” I kissed her and carried her into my room. I shut the door behind us and gently laid her down on the bed.

  Her dress had ridden up while we were in the hall. It was up around her waist and I could see her tiny little purple panties. I swallowed hard and started to unbutton my shirt. She sat up and pulled her dress up over her head.

  Holy shit!

  I had wondered all night about the bra she had on under that dress. Well, I didn’t have to wonder anymore. She didn’t have a bra on. Her breasts were the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. I couldn’t look away from them. I’m pretty sure I was drooling all over myself.

  “Eric, are you okay?” She pulled her dress back around her. “Did I do something wrong? Why’d you stop takin’ your clothes off?” I couldn’t speak. I was in utter awe of this girl sitting in front of me on my bed. She was on my bed. I was going to make love to her tonight. This was really happening.

  “I’m perfect. I’ve never been more perfect, actually.” I pulled my shirt off over my head, pulled off my boots, and got my Wranglers off. I was standing in front of her in my briefs waiting for her to say something.

  “You really are kinda perfect, mister,” she smiled.

  I climbed onto the bed with her. I laid over her and just looked into her eyes. Taking hold of her dress, I threw it to the floor with my clothes. Still looking in her eyes, I took my hand and ran it over her breast. She closed her eyes and her breath hitched. “Did that feel good?”

  “Very good. I totally think you should do it again.”

  “Whatever my missus wants.”

  I ran my hand over her other breast, but this time I caught her nipple between my fingers and twisted it a little. She pulled my mouth down to hers and slid her tongue into my mouth. This kiss was slow and sweet. Perfect.

  I pulled away. I kissed her chin, then her neck, then I moved onto her breast. I placed soft kisses all around her left breast, while my fingers played with the right one. She was making the sweetest sounds and I was so hard. I’m pretty sure my penis could’ve cut glass at that point.

  I needed to be inside her, but I didn’t want to move too fast. I moved back up to her mouth and our kiss became real intense real quick. She ran her hand down my chest and across the front of my briefs. “It’s so hard. Is it time?”

  “It’s definitely ready for the next step. Are you?” I asked. I had to make sure she was as ready as I was.

  “I think so.” She was biting her lip and the look on her face didn’t say she was ready. So I went back to kissing her. We laid there for so long just making out and a little heavy petting. I had a new found love for her breasts. I was about to explode. I needed to be inside her. I ran my hand down her stomach and slid it into her panties. Her entire body stilled. I looked into her eyes and could see she was scared to death. I took my hand out of her panties and slid it back up her stomach. She put her hand on mine and pushed it back down to where it had been. “It’s okay. I’m ready. Touch me.”

  I still wasn’t sure she was, but she was asking me to do this. She wanted it too. We were both just scared. Once we started actually doing it, the fear would go away, right?

  I slowly pressed my finger inside her. I’d never touched a girl there before. It was so warm and wet. I moved my finger around a little bit and Emma started to really respond. She was moaning and she said, “More. Touch me more.” I pressed another finger inside her and pushed in a little deeper. “Yes, Eric, Yes!”

  I pulled my fingers out and grabbed a condom from the box beside the bed. She was panting. She nodded as I took my briefs off, placed the condom on, and climbed on top of her. I looked into her eyes. She pulled my face down to hers and said, “I want you inside now, Eric. Please.”

  I used my hand to guide myself inside her. I pushed in really slowly. Her eyes were bulging as I pressed in deeper. “Am I hurting you?”

  “No. It’s okay,” she whispered.

  I kept pushing. It felt so tight and warm. I was sure I was going to come before I even moved inside her. When I hit the barrier of her virginity she stilled beneath me. “I need to push through. Is that okay?”

  “Yes. Do it.” She closed her eyes and I could tell she was holding her breath. I wanted to make this as quick and painless as possible. I thrust into her as hard as I could and she screamed out in pain. “ERIC! Oh my God! That really hurt.”

  Oh, shit. I hurt her. I pulled out and laid down beside her on the bed. I looked down and the condom had blood on it. “I’m so sorry, Emma. I’m so sorry.” I pulled her to me and held her tight. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I thought if I did it real fast it wouldn’t hurt as bad. I’m so sorry, baby.” I kissed her head and smoothed her hair with my hand. “Please don’t hate me. I swear I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

  I felt something on my chest. Damn it! She was crying. I leaned back. She wouldn’t look at me. “Please look at me, Emma. Please. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

  “I know. I didn’t think it would feel like that.” She sniffled and wiped her nose with her hand.

  “You’re so small, baby. I’m so much bigger than you. We shouldn’t have done this. I’ve ruined everything.” I jumped out of bed and ran into the bathroom. I pulled the
bloody condom off and threw it in the trash. I’d messed up everything. I was going to lose the love of my life because I’d been an asshole and made her do something she didn’t really want to do. I don’t care how many times she told me she was ready. I knew she wasn’t. Now everything was ruined.

  When I walked out of the bathroom, she was standing by the bed. “Your sheets are ruined.” I looked down and saw the blood on them. “We’ll have to get you some new ones. Your mom will know what we did.”

  “I’m not worried about anything but you right now, Emma. Are we ruined? Did this ruin everything?”

  “What? Why would you ask me such a stupid question?”

  “Seriously? You’re standing beside my bed with tears still in your eyes, looking at the blood on my bed. Why wouldn’t I think I ruined everything?”

  “You didn’t ruin anything. I wanted this as much as you did. We’re just gonna have to practice, I guess.”

  “Practice?”I said as she walked over to me and put her hands on my chest.

  “Yes, practice, mister. It’ll hurt less next time. I think.”

  “What if it doesn’t? What if we can’t have sex?” I didn’t want to hear her answer to that question.

  “Don’t be ridiculous. It’ll get better every time. I think the first time is supposed to suck.”

  “So we’re gonna be okay?”

  “Of course we are. You’re my future, mister. Whether you like it or not.” She stood up on her toes and kissed my cheek. When she slid back down she felt how hard I still was. “I’m sorry you didn’t get to…um.” She whispered, “finish.”

  “It’s okay. I’m not worried about me.”

  “Well, I am. Can I help you with it.”

  “Help me?”

  “Yeah, with my hands.”

  “You want to give me a hand job?”

  “You don’t want me to?”

  “I didn’t say that. I just didn’t think you’d want to do that.”