Charlee's Choices: DreamCatcher MC

by Liberty Parker

  “I thought we told each other everything?”

  “We do, but that is not something I want to talk about right now, unless…is there something you want to tell me about you and Gun? Did he pop your cherry on your birthday?” I ask fluttering my eyelashes at her.

  “I’ll tell you mine when you tell me yours.”

  “Whatever…you’re dying to tell me, so spill.”

  “Nope, not talking about it.” She turns me around and grabs my makeup bag, “Let me do your makeup.”

  “Sure,” she loves doing all of this dolling up, me not so much, isn’t really my thing, but she’s really good at it.

  An hour later I find myself on the back of Country’s bike and we’re going through the winding roads that lead to our favorite make-out place. We’ve been coming here for a while to get away from everyone, and it’s become a sort of sanctuary for the two of us.

  “I had Cam help me pack up a picnic, thought it would be nice instead of hitting up a diner or restaurant.”

  “Sounds absolutely perfect to me,” I reply.

  “You’re perfect,” he tells me as he leans down and brushes his lips against mine.

  “Flattery will get you everywhere, mister,” I tell him with a smile I can feel clear across my face.

  “Is that a fact?” he asks me with a smirk on his face.

  “True statement there,” I say and feel a blush cover my cheeks with where my thoughts are wanting to drift to. He leans down and captures my lips once again, only this time the kiss isn’t as sweet as the first. He pulls away and walks over to the bike much to my disappointment.

  “Umm…where’d you go so fast?”

  “We need to eat baby, then we’ll get down with the good parts of the evening.”

  “Alright doofus, let’s eat.” I’ll play his games…for now. He pulls out a blanket first and covers the ground with it, then he pulls out a couple of sacks and starts unloading them.

  “Couldn’t put a cooler on the bike, so I brought what would keep in bags.” He opens up the bags and pulls out some grapes, sandwiches and chips. A couple of soda cans accompany the treats and I’m excited to see what else he pulls out. He puts what’s left in the bags behind him, still tucked inside so I have no clue what else there is.

  “What are you hiding back there?”

  “You’ll see later,” he says as he hands me my food. He knows I’m not any good at the waiting game, but he’s put such an effort into this that I bite my tongue and proceed eating. I look over at him and think to myself, could he be any more perfect for me than he already is? I know the answer to that question before I even get the thought out, no he couldn’t be, he was made just for me, as I was for him.

  When we finish eating our food he stands up and grabs my hand, he picks up one of the bags from behind him and takes me for a walk. There is a waterfall I love to go stand next to and admire the view. We sit on a boulder, me in his lap and he wraps his arms around me…this is the perfect birthday. He’s made it so amazing so far, and I know he’s not done.

  “Charlee girl, I have something I need to ask you.” Why does he seem so nervous?

  “Is something wrong Country?”

  “No, what? No nothing, God why am I so nervous?” I think he’s asking more to himself than me.

  “I don’t know…why are you?”

  “I um…I have something important to ask you, and I hope you’ll say yes.” Oh God, he’s not proposing, is he? I’m not sure if I’m ready for that yet. I know I’m spending the rest of my life with him, but let’s face it, I’m only seventeen. I need to graduate high school and figure out who and what I want to be in life first. But can I tell him no and risk losing him? Possibly forever—hell to the no I can’t, I’ll just have to convince him we’re too young.

  “Stand up and close your eyes, Charlee girl,” he says to me, oh shit this is it! I hear a bag rustling around and my anxiety takes a flying leap.

  “Open your eyes baby,” I can hear the nervousness in his voice. I open my eyes and see a property cut, oh shit, he was just voted in last week and he already wants to make me his old lady! Excitement curls in my stomach…I’m going to be an old lady! I always knew I would become someone’s, I’ve been bred for this role in life.

  “Will you…”

  I don’t let him get another word in before I’m throwing myself at him screaming out, “Yes!” He turns me around and helps me put it on, I feel like I’m on top of the world. I have my man, my cut and will always be his—he just sealed his fate, he will belong to me until the day I die. He crashes his lips on mine, and we devour each other like we are the last people on earth. He pulls me down on the ground, lays me back and I feel every inch of him as he presses his body on top of mine. I know what is coming and I’m scared, we’ve done other things, but will I measure up to the other women he’s been with? He doesn’t notice that I’ve gone a little stiff, he starts removing my clothes and I help him along the way, my body is moving on autopilot while my mind has gone a different direction. First, he lifts me up and takes off my cut, then he slowly slides my sweater up my body and throws it off to the side. I place my hand on his chest to hold him off…I need to tell him how I’m feeling.

  “Country wait,” he pulls back and looks me in the eyes.

  “What’s wrong Charlee girl? Am I going too fast, or are you not ready?”

  “No! I’m ready it’s just…what if I’m not any good at it? What if you’re disappointed with me?”

  “Baby, don’t you know? Nothing you do will ever disappoint me, not when it comes to this. I’ve only been with two other girls, one was in high school and one was right after I was offered a prospect position with the club. I don’t have as much experience as you think I do, I wish I’d never touched another woman. If I’d know you were in my future, I would’ve waited so I could give you the gift you’re giving me.”

  “Really?”

  “Yes really.”

  “Then you may proceed,” he laughs at me and kisses me again. This time we help each other strip off our clothing, one piece at a time. I never get tired of looking at his body, it’s like I find something new each time I look at him. I add a new piece to the puzzle piece in my mind to keep for those times we aren’t together. I start kissing his pecs and he throws his head back in a moan. He loves it when I place my lips on any part of his body and it always thrills me and encourages me to keep going. He pushes me back on the ground and removes my shoes, socks, and then goes for the button on my jeans. I’m lying on the ground looking up at the stars and think to myself, this moment that I’m giving him all of me couldn’t be any more special than what it already is. Once my jeans are removed, he goes in for my panties and I notice he has a lot more clothing on than I do, this just won’t do.

  “Take your pants off Country,” I beg of him. He complies, first removing his boots and socks then he takes his time making a show of slowly removing them. He’s killing me here, I don’t want to be patient and slow, I want it all…now.

  “Don’t tease me Country, bare it all baby.” He rips his jeans and boxers off at the same time causing me to laugh at his antics.

  “Anything for you Charlee girl.” As soon as he’s deposited all of his clothes on the ground, he reaches down and slides my panties from my body, now we’re laying skin to skin, I love his warmth and the feel of his hard against my soft. He kisses his way down my body, stopping long enough to nip and lick my nipples, my body is already in overdrive and he’s making it worse with all his ministrations. He finally makes his way down my body and finally hits the jackpot, he lands in the place I need him most. The first swipe of his tongue curls my toes, the second causes my body to jerk at the pleasure, the third causes me to uncontrollably lift my hips to meet his mouth.

  “Feels so good,” I moan out. He inserts two fingers inside of me, this is the first time any penetration of any kind has been used, he touches something within me that causes me to detonate, I scream out his name as my body tingles
and lights flash behind my eyes. That’s the most intense orgasm he’s ever given me, and my body is enjoying the aftermath.

  “I love to watch you come apart at my mouth, it turns me on,” he tells me, I love it when he says things of this nature to me while we’re together in this way. He always makes me feel special, but no more than when he’s got me at his mercy. I get up to move to return the favor, but he stops me before I have a chance to fully move.

  “Not tonight, I’m afraid if your mouth touches my cock I’ll shoot my load, and tonight I’m coming inside of your sweet pussy for the first time.” I should be embarrassed by his words, but I’m not if anything, they’re helping me forget about what is to come. I’ve heard stories from the girls at school about how much it hurts, and I’m not in a big hurry to feel that pain for myself. I watch him lean over to his jeans pocket and pull out a foil wrapper, I know immediately what that is, I’m glad he was thinking ahead of time, because I most certainly was not. I watch him roll the condom down his dick and am mesmerized by the sight in front of me.

  “If you want to stop, now is the time to tell me,” he says with a look of love in his eyes. A look I’ve seen a thousand times, except this time it’s more intense than ever before.

  “No, no backing out, I want this Country—I want you.” He lays back over me and looks into my eyes the whole time.

  “It’s gonna hurt, there’s nothing I can do about that. I will try to make it as enjoyable as possible for you.”

  “I know you will baby, don’t worry about me I’m a big girl.” He slides just the head in and I tense up at the intrusion, it’s just the head and I can feel how wide I’m spread to accommodate his girth.

  “Take deep breaths and try to relax for me,” he says as he leans down and grabs my nipple in his mouth. When he does that, I forget about the intrusion taking place below until I feel him slip past my virginity, pain shoots through me and I grit my teeth trying to hold back the tears. It hurts, the pain is so bad I look down to make sure he hasn’t split me in half. He’s laying still on top of me, I can hear his teeth grinding together as he doesn’t move so that I can get used to him. I breathe deep through my nose and out my mouth, after a few times my body relaxes, the pain isn’t gone, but it’s nowhere near as bad. Once he feels me loosen up under him he begins to move, slowly at first and the feelings change from pain to pleasure and I start lifting my hips up to meet his as they move.

  “That’s it baby girl, move with me. Yeah, just like that,” he growls out at me in the heat of the moment. He picks up the pace and I do everything I can to keep up with him. I can hear our skin slapping against each other as we meet, our bodies are doing what they’re meant to do. I have no control over mine as I’m sure he doesn’t over his either. “I’m gonna come,” he says through gritted teeth. He takes his fingers and moves them between us, he pinches my clit and I come instantly. I scream out his name as he hollers out mine. We lay in each other’s arms for a few minutes and get ourselves under control, he slowly removes himself from my body and I see a shocked look on his face.

  “What is it Country?”

  “Uh, I don’t know how to tell you this.”

  “Just spit it out already, you’re freaking me out!” Did I do something wrong? Is he disappointed in what we did, I thought he was enjoying himself just as much as I did.

  “I didn’t do it on purpose,” and now I’m really freaking out.

  “Do what?”

  “The condom broke…” he tells me, and I can see the fear on his face. He’s not playing around, dammit why does this kind of shit always happen to me?

  “Umm…” what do I say to this, I got it! “Let’s pray for the best and plan for the worst-case scenario. I love you Country, and we can get through anything.” I don’t know how I know, but somehow, I do. I just became a teen statistic—my folks are going to flip their shit!

  “I’m here no matter what, you’re right, we can make it through any hurdles life throws our way.” I should’ve made him bite his tongue.

  Nine weeks later…

  I’m sitting in the doctor’s office waiting for test results. I’ve been so sick lately that I can’t hold down any food and I’m tired all the time. Country finally put his foot down and insisted I go see our family doctor. I hate visiting, I hate hospitals, dentist and doctors, I always expect bad news. I never hear anything good or of importance to me whenever I’ve made visits in the past, and I’m not expecting anything different this time. The door opens, and I see Dr. Hightower walk in, I can’t tell if it’s bad news or good news, her facial expression gives nothing away. She’s followed by a nurse, and suddenly I’m upset with myself that I insisted I come alone. I need Country, why did he listen to me! He doesn’t any other time, why should this one have been any different? I know I’ve been grouchy and hard to get along with lately, but that doesn’t give him an out as far as I’m concerned.

  “I have your test results back,” she begins not taking her eyes off my file. “Seems you’re pregnant, congratulations,” she finally says as she looks up at me. God dammit, son of a bitch, I should’ve cut his dick off the second he told me the condom broke!

  “I’m what?” I ask, even though I know what it is she just said. “Can you repeat yourself, there Doc?”

  “You’re pregnant, we need to get some bloodwork to know exactly how far along you are. According to your records I’d say you’re around nine weeks gestation. Is this not good news? There are options out there for you, I would suggest at your age you think about those before making any long-term decisions.” I’m sorry, did this lady just suggest I get rid of my baby? Not happening, I don’t know who she thinks she is, but I really want to deck her right now for even saying such a vile thing to me.

  “Are you telling me that you suggest I get rid of my baby?”

  “Not at all, I’m telling you to weigh all the options, you have your future to think about.”

  “Yeah, with my old man and baby, thanks for the advice doc, but please keep your opinions to yourself.” See, I can be an adult, I said please.

  “Very well, I will write you a prescription for prenatal vitamins and would like to see you back next month for a checkup. Should anything happen between now and then please feel free to call the office. Have a good day Charlee, and once again, congratulations.” Bitch! She has no right to turn her nose up at me as she walks out the door, someone needs to teach her some manners. I leave the office after making my next appointment and head to the clubhouse where I know Country is. They had chapel earlier and I’m sure he’s there playing pool and hanging out with the brothers, per his routine since being voted in. I pull into the parking lot and brace myself for what I have to tell him. I know we knew this was a possibility, but we’ve both put it to the back of our minds.

  Today in chapel we were brought up to speed on what’s going on with Ma and Pops. Looks like things are under control for now so I don’t need to worry about my girl’s safety. I’m hanging out, shooting pool and having a good time with the guys. I look over and notice Charlee standing in the doorway with a look of apprehension on her face, she went to see what’s wrong with her, and now I’m worried it’s something bad. Fuck, please don’t let it be anything that isn’t curable, I can’t imagine life without her.

  “Can we talk for a minute Country?”

  “Sure babe, spill is everything alright?”

  “Not here, somewhere a little more private maybe?”

  “Okay…” I draw the word out, not knowing why we need to be alone for this conversation. These are nosey motherfuckers and they’ll know what’s going on five minutes after she tells me anyhow.

  “What’s wrong?” Gunner overhears us and joins in, “Whatever is going on you can tell us Twerp, we’ll all be here for you.”

  “This is personal Gunner, I need to talk to Country first,” she says with fear in her eyes, now I’m panicking at the thought of what it could be.

  “No, right here right now Twerp.” She sig
hs, looks at me and mouths, ‘I’m sorry,’ and I can’t help but wonder what it is she has to feel sorry about. Then she says two words that change the history of my life.

  “I’m pregnant,” and I’m met with a fist to my face, courtesy of Gun. The brothers drag him off of me before he can inflict any permanent damage. I’m lying flat on my ass and staring up at the ceiling. A feeling of dread washes over me, how can I be a father? I never had one, I don’t know what to do…what’s right and what’s wrong in raising a child. Charlee leans over me with a paper towel in her hand as she begins to clean up my face.

  “What’s wrong with you, Gunner? You had no right hitting him!”

  “Yes, I did, he deserves what he got.”

  “Then I guess I’m next, I was there too, Gunner.”

  “I would never hit you Twerp! How dare you even suggest such a thing.” He’s fuming mad now, before he was just pissed, this has gone beyond that.