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Manny and I are in my room and the house is ours. But to be on the safe side, I close and lock my door because with my luck my mom or Ethan will decide to come home for lunch or something.
Manny has taken off his denim jacket and is standing in front of me in his tight torn jeans and white tee-shirt. He leans forward and kisses me softly and I melt into him, pushing my breasts into his lower chest and then lowering my lips to his neck once the kiss ends.
I slide my tongue over his smooth skin and bite him softly, in the tender spot between his neck and collar bone.
"Ow!" He pulls back, laughing. "What are you, a blood sucking vampire?" He tickles me and I squirm away, but he draws me back and bends down, putting his own mouth on my neck this time.
I moan softly as he sucks and nips at my skin. "Oh, my God, Manny, I love how that feels."
"Good," he murmurs. He comes back up to my face and reclaims my lips. Our tongues are dancing and caressing each other and I can feel how much he wants me as he presses his erection into my stomach. All talk of Michael and what may or may not have happened between us is gone, for now.
I pull back from him slightly and tug on his tee-shirt, pulling it free from his jeans and then he helps me slip it over his head. My breath catches in my throat as I run my hands over his smooth, muscled chest. He's so beautiful, the most beautiful boy I've seen.
"Taryn." He speaks softly, his deep brown eyes gazing into mine. "If you don't want to-"
"I do!" I say, probably a bit too eagerly. I flush and feel the heat in my cheeks. "I mean, I really do want to be with you. I don't want you to think I'm a slut or anything though."
Manny frowns down at me, his hand cupping my cheek. "I'd never think that about you. Don't be silly."
Ugh. If he only knew what I've done with Michael...
I shove the thought from my mind and boldly reach forward to un-do the top button of his jeans.
Manny raises one eyebrow and moves my hands away. Then he pulls my own top over my head and boy, am I glad I wore my best Victoria's Secret bra. It's a demi push up bra, lavender and covered in lace and I look super-hot in it. Or I would if it weren't for my scar. I can feel Manny's eyes on the ugly line of raised tissue that runs down my middle and I reach up to cover it.
"Don't." He orders, looking at me almost sternly. "Don't cover it up. It's a part of you and there's nothing to be ashamed of. You're beautiful, Taryn. All of you."
I want to cry, he's so damn sweet! Of course, stupid Michael said kind of the same thing the first time he saw it too, but I don't want to think about that. Besides, Michael most likely didn't mean it. And Manny does.
I quickly slip out of my jeans and Manny's eyes trail down my body, taking in every inch of me.
"Am I okay?" I whisper.
He looks back into my eyes, frowning slightly. "Jesus, girl! Do you even have to ask that?" He sweeps me up in his arms and deposits me on the bed before climbing on top of me, still clad in his jeans.
Wrapping my arms around his neck I pull his face down to mine and kiss him with all the passion I have inside, sliding my tongue along his teeth and curling my legs around his upper thighs. I haven't had much experience, but this is the most sensuous moment of my entire life!
Manny's love making is slow and lazy, like his kisses and I don't mean in a bad way. His hands slide down my sides, to my hips, while at the same time he trails kisses down my chest and across my belly. He glances up at me with those smoky eyes and gives me a little grin before going further south.
I'm breathless in anticipation because I know where that mouth of his is going, but he takes his time, kissing the inside of my thigh and then brushing his nose over my panties, making me whimper.
"How about we take these off?" He doesn't wait for my answer, he just slips them down and tosses them across the room.
And then his mouth is on me and his tongue is inside of me and then his finger and his tongue at the same time and I'm arching up off the bed and crying out his name over and over again.
Manny keeps it up and I'm nearly freaking delirious, holding his head against me as he works his magic with his mouth and fingers. I lose track of how many times he makes me come before I beg for mercy and he moves back up to my face, kissing me. I kiss him back, tasting myself on his lips and tongue and I want him so freaking bad.
I look into his eyes, pleading, nearly crying. "Please, Manny, please..."
He kisses me again and then slides my bra down and expertly unhooks it, throwing it too aside, before nuzzling my bare breasts and sucking hard on my nipples.
Jesus, I'm going to have a coronary if he doesn't finish this soon! I pull his head up so I can look at him, panting.
"Take your jeans off!" I hiss, my nails digging into his bare back.
"Ohhh, demanding, aren't we?" Manny grins and sits back on my thighs, unzipping his jeans and slowly sliding them down to his bent knees. The bulge in the front of his jockey's is very impressive and I reach forward, slipping my hand into his waist band and claiming him in a firm grasp.
Manny moans, closing his eyes while I stroke him slowly. Finally, he clambers off of me so he can get out of his jeans and underwear and then he's back, a rubber in his hands somehow.
"Gotta practice safe sex!" He grins again, ripping the packet open with his teeth. He wastes no time in sliding it over his cock, which is ready and waiting and pointing at my ceiling.
He moves over me and I push myself up to accept him, but he pauses, his eyes tender and concerned. "I don't want to hurt you," he says, breathing hard. "Have you...done this before?"
Crap. He can probably already tell I'm not a virgin. It's not like I'm behaving like a shrinking violet here. I hesitate.
Manny nods and doesn't look thrilled but not exactly mad either. "You and Patrick, huh? Yeah, okay." He pushes himself into me, closing his eyes.
It's better if he thinks Patrick was my first. He's the most logical choice after all. I don't want this ruining our perfect moment though and as Manny moves in and out of me, I cling to him and meet him stroke for stroke, feeling him grow even harder against my insides.
And then it's like he's the only man in the whole world, the only one I'll ever need or want. I'm climaxing again and I'm crying because it's so perfect and so right and I don't ever want to be with another guy, ever!
And I love him. I love him so fucking much.
"I love you, Manny, oh my God, I love you!" The thought is out of my mouth before I can stop it and Manny shudders against me, coming and crying out my name too, his fingers knotted and pulling in my hair.
Finally, he collapses on top of me and we try to breathe, both of us sweaty and damp but not caring. After another long moment, Manny rolls off and takes care of the rubber and then we lay there cuddling.
"That was amazing!" I tell him. Then I remember I told him I loved him and I bite my lip. Holy crap, I probably shouldn't have said that. He didn't say it back. I'm surprised he hasn't taken off running.
Manny kisses the top of my head and holds me tightly in his arms. "How many times did you come?" He laughs.
"Shut up!" I bury my face in his chest. "You made me!"
That makes him laugh even more and I poke him hard in the ribs. "Stop!"
"You're kind of cute, you know that?"
"So are you!" I move up and kiss him on the lips. "Um, what I said, you know. That 'I love you' stuff. You can just forget about that. It was just...passion. You don't have to say it back or anything."
He looks back up at me with that darn look of his that I cannot read. But then suddenly he flips me over on my back and pins me down, his face next to mine.
"What if I want to say it back?"
I stare up at him because if he means that...well...it would just make this the most perfect day ever.
"Do you want to?" I whisper.
He nods, cupping one of my breasts with his hand. "I do. I do want to say it." He leans down and kisses me on the lips then pulls
back. "Are you ready? Cuz' I'm gonna say it right now."
I grin up at him, tiny tears seeping from the corner of my eyes. "Yes, Manny, I'm ready."
"Good." He kisses me again, on the forehead. "I love you, Taryn. I love you so much." His thumb caresses my tears away. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me."
The smile won't leave my lips. "Even if I suck at making burritos?"
Manny's grin widens. "Even if you suck at making burritos. "
His mouth returns to mine and we kiss and snuggle and like this, we drift off to sleep.
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Manny and I spend the entire school day at my house. After making love again, we go swimming and lay out on the deck until time to get ready for work. We're both scheduled today, the first time I didn't mind working with him. For obvious reasons.
I have decided to keep my job at Taco, Taco, Taco, even after I graduate and go to college. Manny's dad said I was welcomed to work during my breaks and summer, which is awesome. It makes me smile when I think about how close I may become to the Ortez family. Maybe even one day I'll be one of them!
Holy crap, I can't believe I'm even thinking that far ahead. I glance at Manny as he lectures Hector about something while I wipe the front counter down. My heart thumps in my chest like a jack rabbit. I do love him so much! I know that probably sounds weird, but it's how I genuinely feel. I've known the guy for so long, only intimately for a little while, but it's like we were both born to be together.
He's my soul mate. I smile softly at that thought. It's true. My mom used to tell me about how Ethan was her soul mate, how they couldn't keep away from one another once they met. Which seriously grossed me out at the time she told me. And I'd heard the same kind of stuff from Steve about my dad. But to be honest, I always thought that soul mate stuff was a big pile of shit. But now that it's happened to me, I know different. I want to spend the rest of my life with Manny. And that ain't no joke.
"Excuse me?"
I turn away from ogling Manny and smile at the blond, blue eyed girl on the other side of the counter.
"Oh, I'm sorry!" I blush, like she can read my mind and see my lovey dovey thoughts. "What can I get you?"
The girl shakes her head at me slightly, her mouth twitching like she wants to smile but can't. She looks vaguely familiar but I can't quite place her.
"No, I'm...not hungry. I just..." She looks behind herself quickly then back at me. "Are you...is your name Taryn?"
I stare at her. My stomach is fluttering, like a warning of some kind. "Yeah," I finally answer her, wary.
She nods, thinning her lips. "We go to the same school. I'm a senior too but I graduated early. My name is Kaitlynn Napier."
Okay. I have no idea who this chick is and why she keeps standing here telling me about herself. It's weird.
I smile, because I don't know what else to do. "Are you sure you don't want to order something?"
Again, she shakes her head. "I had Hayes too," she says suddenly, staring into my eyes. "We both did. You and I. And another girl." She pauses. "Maybe more. I'm not sure."
Fuck. I'm frozen at the counter and I feel all of the blood rush to my feet. This can't be happening. This girl cannot be here telling me she's another one of Michael's 'girls'. I want her gone, like yesterday.
"If you aren't going to order something, you need to leave." I keep my voice very quiet, and try to tell her with my eyes to shut the fuck up.
When she just continues standing there, staring at me I quickly turn around to make sure Manny isn't hearing this. He glances up from Hector and gives me a lopsided smile. I give him a little smile back and then turn back to Kaitlynn.
"Please." My lips are pulled back from my teeth in a tight grimace.
She nods, glancing at Manny then back at me. "Okay," she says softly. "I just wanted to see your face. To see what you looked like. You're pretty. I knew you would be."
With that she turns and walks away, her head down and her hands clenched into tight fists at her sides.
I slowly let the breath out from my lungs and squeeze my eyes shut.
"You okay, babe?"
Manny is behind me, his hand on my hip, his brow furrowed.
I open my eyes and give him a bright smile. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just a weird customer is all."
Manny looks out towards the food quart. "What'd she want?"
I shrug. "Dunno. She told me I was pretty." I laugh and start scrubbing at some invisible stain.
He chuckles, brushing his hand over my ass. "Well she's right about that." He clears his throat and nods towards the back. "Could I see you in the office, Bishop?"
I nod, keeping my smile on the professional side. "Yes, of course."
I follow my boss into the office and he locks the door and closes the blinds and then we're all over each other.
We devour one another with our mouths and he cops a feel or two and we both crack up.
"You better behave, Mr. Boss man!" I tell him, sliding my hands up his chest.
Manny pulls me against his middle and I feel him, hard, next to my belly. "Behaving is boring," he says, massaging my behind with both hands.
"I love you." I trace my finger over his lower lip.
He brushes the tip of his nose on mine. "I love you too." Suddenly he steps back, his eyes bright. "Hey, where are you going to college?"
"Um, Stanford." I laugh at the sudden change of subject. "Why?"
Manny puts his arms back around my waist, smiling down at me. "Well, I'm going to Cal Tech, but I was thinking, maybe I could try to get into where you're going, so we can be together."
I stare at him, surprised. "Wow, gosh, Manny, Cal Tech is awesome!"
He shrugs. "Yeah, but so is Stanford, and they were actually my first choice. I only went with Cal Tech because my uncle lives down there and said I could stay at his place, rent free."
I rub his arms up and down. "Manny, I don't know if you can still get in though. I mean, if you already turned them down, if they made you an offer-"
He shakes his head. "No, I never really turned them down. They offered me nearly a full ride scholarship, but so did Cal Tech. Because of my heritage and all that." He rolls his eyes. "I still haven't formally accepted either of them. So, I've got time."
My lips fall into another smile and I throw my arms around his neck and squeeze.
"Are you sure?" I pull back again, gazing up at him. He looks so young and hopeful; his eyes are shining. "You would do that so we could be together?"
"Damn straight I would! I love you, Taryn. We've already spent too much time being idiots to each other. Time that we've wasted. I don't want to waste any more time. I want to be with you. Shit, I wanna marry you, but I know that's a little premature." He grins sheepishly. "But if we could just spend our college time together, maybe live together. And then if it all works out the way I hope it does, we can get married. Have kids and all that."
Holy Moses! I start laughing and cover his face with kisses.
"Does that mean you're okay with it?"
"What do you think, dummy?" I tease.
Manny grabs me again and we melt into one another, kissing before we reluctantly go back to work.
College, with Manny. Living together, marriage, kids. It's like the most wonderful dream come true.
My mind vaguely, naggingly thinks about Kaitlynn. One of Michael's 'girls'. Like me.
No, not like me. I'm not Michael's girl, I belong to Manny. And I won't let that twisted teacher stop me from being happy.
I shove the bad thoughts away and go back to wiping the front counter.
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I wake up and smile and stretch, remembering the day before with Manny in this very bed. I turn over and bury my face in my sheets, I can still smell his sexy scent. Oh. My. God. Will I ever be able to get enough of that beautiful boy?
"And I get to spend forever with him," I whisper to my ceiling.
A knock sounds on my door and Mom pops her head in. "Hey, sleep
y head. Look who got a post card from her dad in the mail." She smiles and walks over, handing me my card.
I sit up and smile at the picture on the front, the changing of the guard in front of Buckingham Palace.
"Cool!"
Mom picks up a pair of my underwear from the floor and tosses them into my hamper. The same underwear Manny peeled off of me yesterday.
"So, what does he have to say?" She's got that wry look on her face, like she wants to know what he says but at the same time doesn't.
I flip the card over and read it aloud for Mom.
"Dear Tar, Steve and I miss you so very much. I promise we'll be back soon and will tell you all about meeting various 'queens'. Love you and love you some more, Dad"
I crack up over the 'queens' thing and Mom rolls her eyes.
"You better get up; you'll be late for school."
I hop out of bed. "Oh yeah, Manny's picking me up." I start for the shower but Mom stops me, frowning slightly.
"So, you're dating your boss now? The pool guy? I thought you hated him!"
I laugh and impulsively hug Mom, kissing her cheek. "Oh, Mom! Life is a funny thing, huh?" I leave her staring after me and run to take my shower.
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My adorable, handsome, super sexy boyfriend picks me up right on time and greets me with a kiss.
"You look happy." He pulls out of my driveway and lays his hand on my thigh.
"Oh, I know, I wonder why?" I giggle and we drive to school and then park at the back of the lot and have a quick kiss fest before we get out.
Holding hands, we walk into school and I hate to have to leave him for first hour, but we part with a kiss and he heads into English Lit. Michael is not there and it looks like there's a sub today. I smile as I continue down the hallway to novels. Any day without Michael is a good day.
On my way to class, I pass a woman with a back pack in her hands. I hesitate and look up into a familiar pair of dark eyes, just for a fraction of a second, before she pushes past me and hurries away. It's Pam's mom and the back pack is Pam's. I shrug, figuring Pam must be sick and her mom had come to fetch her books or something. And obviously because Pam isn't my friend anymore, her mom wants nothing to do with me either. That was why she gave me that weird look and ran away.
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