“I’m not scared,” I whispered, knowing that wasn’t strictly true. The truth was, while I knew that this was exactly what I wanted, I was scared I would disappoint Evan somehow. I just wanted tonight to be perfect.
“Good,” he whispered before he leaned forward once more, and pressed his lips to mine. This time his kiss was deeper and filled with so much passion. As his kiss grew deeper, he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to him.
Suddenly something changed between us. Like we both silently agreed we wanted more.
He slowly lowered me back on to the sofa, his mouth never leaving mine.
I felt like my head was spinning. I wanted this. I wanted it so badly I could barely breathe.
Suddenly feeling brave, I grabbed the end of his t-shirt and pulled it over his head. Without missing a beat, Evan began to open the buttons on the light cotton blouse I was wearing. He then slipped the blouse off my shoulder, continuing to kiss my neck as he pushed it back, letting it slide down my arms.
His lips slowly made their way down my neck, on to my chest, until he finally reached my breasts.
He paused for a moment, glancing up at me as if asking for permission.
I smiled, giving him the answer he wanted, before he slowly unhooked the clasp in the front of my bra and softly kissing my breast. My heart was beating so fast I thought it was going to burst right through my chest.
Since the day I told Evan I’d never been with another boy, and he said he was thrilled to be my first, I had thought of little else. I couldn’t believe that it was finally happening,
Evan slid his hand down my body until he came to my shorts. He hesitated for a second before hooking his fingers inside and gently pulled both my shorts and my panties down. Instinctively I tilted my hips off the cushion, making it easier for Evan to get my shorts down.
Now, I was lying there naked before him. I could feel my cheeks flush as his eyes took in every inch of my body. His breathing hitched in his throat slightly as his eyes finally met mine.
He stood up and slowly undid the buckle on his jeans before pulling open the buttons. His eyes locked with mine as he pushed his shorts and boxers down.
My eyes instantly went to his erection and I could see he was as ready as I was for this to happen. I let my eyes meet his once more and he gave me a nervous smile, and I knew right then, he was just as scared as me.
Finally, he climbed back on to the sofa, balancing over me as my breathing grew quicker and desire pooled in my stomach. He leaned down and softly kissed my lips.
“Cass, are you sure you’re ready for this?” He whispered softly into my ear. I could barely breathe much less speak, so I nodded slowly, as a smile spread across my face.
His mouth found mine once more as his hands explored every part of my body. Finally, he let his hand dip between my thighs. He softly he ran his fingers back and forth over my soft folds, before he gently slipped one of his fingers inside me.
My back arched up from the sofa as pleasure rushed through me like hot liquid through my veins. After a few moments, he pushed a second finger into me as I cried out in pleasure. I reached up and gripped his hair in my hands, pulling him to me, longing to find some release from this perfect torture.
“Oh God, Cass...” He groaned against my neck. “You are so beautiful. I fucking love you.”
Suddenly he pulled back from me and reached down for his shorts.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, worried I’d done something wrong. “Are you okay?”
He smiled at me as he pulled a condom out of the pocket of his shorts.
Quickly he ripped the foil and rolled the condom down over his erection, before he climbed back on top of me. This time his legs slid quickly in between mine pushing them further apart.
I held my breath as my heart hammered in my chest, but I was ready. I wanted this so much I could barely hold myself back.
I could feel the head of his cock against me, but Evan didn’t move. Instead he looked into my eyes, waiting for permission. I smiled as I push up from the bed until my lips met his and I kissed him.
“Make love to me, Evan,” I breathed against his lips, saying the words he needed to hear.
Slowly he eased into me as it felt like my heart was trying to get out of my chest.
I felt a little pinch and winced as I released a sharp gasp. Evan stopped immediately.
“Are you okay?” He asked, concern written all over his face. “Am I hurting you? We can stop.”
“No, no, I’m fine,” I assured him. “It only hurt for a moment.”
“Are you sure?” He asked, looking right into my eyes.
“Yes,” I replied, giving him another smile. “I’m fine. Please don’t stop.”
Evan breathed out slowly, before he began to move again. He pulled out slowly, then eased into me once more.
My mind was now spinning. I couldn’t believe this was actually happening.
Stopping again, he looked at me once more. I gave him a reassuring smile. Again, he pulled out and eased back into me slowly, but this time he didn’t stop.
He continued with a slow gentle rhythm, kissing me as he moved within me. It was more amazing than I ever imagined it would be. I slid my hands under his arms and around his back pulling him closer to me.
Suddenly, I felt a strange quiver inside my body, starting in the pit of my stomach, then slowly radiating out to the rest of my body.
Slowly but steadily the feeling of pleasure grew bigger and bigger inside me. I pinched my eyes closed as I tried controlling my ragged breathing.
Suddenly, Evan began to move with more urgency. I knew he was close too, and it sent a quiver of excitement through my entire body. This was unlike anything I’d ever felt before.
I pinched my eyes tighter and gripped his back so hard it made him groan loudly as he pushed into me even deeper.
“Evan!” I cried out as my body came apart beneath him. Every muscle in my body shook as pure pleasure washed over me like a tidal wave, consuming my very soul.
My cries sent Evan over the edge as he slammed into me one more time and stilled as he came apart too, calling out my name. He collapsed on top of me, pinning me to the sofa, his face buried in my neck, both of our breathing was ragged and hard.
“Are you okay?” Evan asked as he finally lifted his head, looking down into my eyes. “I didn’t hurt you, did I? I tried to be as gentle as I could be.”
“You were amazing,” I gasped breathlessly, as I looked up into his eyes. “It was… it was perfect.”
“Not as perfect as you are,” he breathed against my lips before he kissed me once more. “God, I love you, Cass.”
“I love you too, Evan,” I smiled up at him. “More than you could possibly know.”
Evan woke me the next morning early with a kiss on the lips and said he was driving to the local town to pick up some things for dinner that night. He told me to stay in bed and catch up on the sleep I’d missed the night before.
He gave me a cheeky grin, then kissed me tenderly on the lips again, before he climbed up from the bed and hurried for the door. Once I was alone, I rolled back on my pillow and released a contented smile.
The night before had been perfect. After we made love on the deck, Evan carried me to bed, where he made love to me once more. This time it was slower than the first time. We took time to get to know each other’s bodies intimately. It was the most perfect night of my life.
I lay there for a few minutes, but I was too excited about spending another day with Evan, so I kicked back the blankets and climbed out of bed.
After a visit to the bathroom, I found one of Evan’s t-shirts on the floor and pulled it on. I could smell his cologne on it and already I wished he was back from the store.
Once I’d made the bed, I headed downstairs to explore the house a little more.
The house was stunning. It was all highly polished wood and cream walls. The art hanging on the walls added the colour that was needed to
bring it all together.
As I made my way into the living room, I spotted a baby grand piano, sitting in the corner next to the full-length window that overlooked the sea. It was black and polished so perfectly; you could see your reflection in it.
I was glad Evan wasn’t there right at that moment. I loved to play piano; I just didn’t have to confidence to play in front of anyone else. Especially not Evan.
He had no clue I even knew how to play. I only began lessons after he and I fell out. It had become my escape for whenever life got hard for me and having no best friend while I was in school, I needed something I could lose myself in quite often. Other than my photography, the piano had become that thing.
Maybe that’s why I never mentioned it to him. There was a whole other side to me that he knew nothing about. He had no clue how hard high school was for me. I was known as the girl who freaked out and kicked everyone out of my party that one time, so my name was a joke before I even started my freshmen year.
I didn’t want to tell Evan about any of this because I knew he would blame himself, and that was the last thing I wanted to happen.
No, I had him back in my life, so the past no longer mattered. As for the piano, that was still something I did for just me.
Sitting down on the piano stool, I lifted the lid of the piano and ran my fingers down along the ivory coloured keys, wishing I had my own piano exactly like this at home. I had an electronic keyboard, but it wasn’t really the same thing. The last time I played on a proper piano was when I was still taking lessons before I left for college.
Pressing down lightly on the keys, I smiled at the sweet noise made by this beautiful piano. It was probably my favourite sound in the world.
Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes and began playing some random song that was in my head.
I was so lost in the music; I didn’t hear Evan coming back into the house. In fact, I didn’t know he was there until the song ended and he began to clap from where he was standing behind me.
“Wow!” Evan said, as he came further into the room. “Where the hell did that come from?”
“I…um…” I hesitated, feeling completely mortified that Evan had heard me. “I didn’t hear you come in.”
“I’m glad you didn’t,” he said as he came to sit next to me on the piano stool. “I didn’t know you could play the piano. Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I got some lessons,” I said with a shrug, closing down the lid of the piano once more. “But I don’t really like playing for people.”
“Hey, since when am I people?” He asked, bumping his shoulder against mine. “You’re really good. Please, play something else.”
“I can’t,” I replied with a shake of my head, my face still red with embarrassment.
“Cass,” he said, giving me a curious look. “Why are you embarrassed? It me.”
“Yeah, I know, but…” I said looking up into his eyes.
“Please,” Evan pleaded, giving me a smile that I just couldn’t say no to.
“Fine,” I sighed, knowing he was never going to let it go until I played something.
Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes and began playing my favourite song, a cover of Heaven, by Bryan Adams; each note I played, I saw dancing around my mind, just like I always did.
As I played, I began to sing along with the music I was creating. As I sang the song quietly, it resonated inside me in a way it never had before.
It was almost like it had been written for Evan and me. Each word pulled at my heart as I played it.
He was all that I needed. Being in his arms felt like being in heaven. It was perfect.
Even though my eyes were closed, I knew Evan was watching me closely. I always knew when he was watching me.
When the song was finally finished, there wasn’t a sound for a moment, so I quickly opened my eyes and looked at Evan.
“Wow!” He simply said as tears danced in his eyes. “I’ve never heard that version of that song. It was beautiful, Cass.”
“Thank you,” I said, feeling touched by his reaction.
“You know I love you, Cassie,” he said as he reached out at took my hand. “More than words could ever explain.
“I love you too,” I said, completely surprised by this reaction.
Without saying another word, Evan stood up and took hold of my hand, before he led me back to the stairs, and back to the bedroom once more.
Chapter 15
Evan
Sunday morning came around all too fast. The last three days had been the best days of my life, but now we had to go back home; back to normality, even though it was the last thing I wanted to do.
Cassie was due to start her second round of Chemo the next day, and part of me was dreading it.
While she was here, she had been so happy and so full of life. For just a short while, we’d both managed to forget that she was sick. Sure, she would get tired from time to time, but she would joke that it was me wearing her out in the bedroom. But I knew once the treatment started, she would be tired and sick again. I just wished we could have just had a little more time together before we had to go back and face her cancer once more.
I had just packed my surfboard back onto the jeep, and I headed back into the house to get our bags from the bedroom.
“Cass!” I called as I ran up the stairs. “Are you ready to go?”
I didn’t get a reply and when I walked into the bedroom, I laughed to find Cassie still in the bed, peering out at me from beneath the duvet.
“Why are you still in bed, Woman?” I laughed as I jumped on the bed and crawled over her. “You were supposed to be packing your bags.”
“But I want to say here,” she pouted from beneath the blankets, making me laugh out loud once more.
“I want to stay here too,” I tried to reason with her as I pulled down the duvet from her face and gave her a kiss. “But I think your father would have something to say about that. But I promise, I will bring you back here again. Even if I have to call my dad’s friend myself, I give you my word.”
“Really?” She asked, giving me a beautiful smile that made me wish so much that we didn’t have to ever leave there.
“Really,” I assured her, then added with a smile and a kiss before I climbed up from the bed. “But right now, I need you to get your butt out of bed, before your father has a search party out looking for us.”
“You’re no fun,” she grumbled as she climbed up from the bed too. She stuck her tongue out at me, before she hurried towards the bathroom. “I won’t be long. I just need to grab some things from the bathroom. They were still wet from this morning’s shower when I checked a little while ago.”
Memories of our shower together that morning crashed into my head, and instantly I could feel my cock twitch. It was funny how three short days ago, we were almost terrified at the thought of having sex for the first time. Now, it was like we couldn’t keep our hands off each other, and it seemed that nothing was off limits.
“Actually,” I called after her as I smiled to myself, before I picked up my bag, and the one bag belonging to her that she had ready. “Maybe we could call your dad and tell him we’re going to be home later. I’m sure there is a spot on my back you missed when you were…um…washing me this morning. Perhaps we could try that shower thing again.”
I laughed to myself, knowing she was going to bust my balls for being so damn horny all the time. She had teased me several times over the weekend that my mind was well and truly in the gutter.
I walked slowly towards the door, waiting for her witty reply, but none came.
“Cass!” I called out, waiting once more for her to reply, but again no reply came. I stopped at the door and turned back towards the bathroom. I waited a moment, but when she still didn’t reply, I set down our bags, before I walked towards the bathroom slowly.
I didn’t know why, but I had a sinking feeling suddenly in the pit of my stomach, and I knew something was wrong. Instantly
my brain imagined the worst. I thought I was going to walk through the door and find her in a pile on the floor.
I paused when I reached the door, taking a deep breath before I pushed it open and stepped inside.
“Cassie,” I said as I walked in and much to my relief, I found her standing at the bathroom sink, staring into the vanity mirror. “Jesus, Cassidy, you scared the crap out of me. Why didn’t you answer me?”
Still she didn’t say a word. Instead, she just continued to stare into the mirror, as tears danced in her eyes.
“Cassie, sweetie,” I said, as I quickly walked towards her, having no clue what had upset her so badly, but I knew it was something big. “What is it? What’s happened?”
“I…I was just going to br… brush my hair,” she sobbed as she looked at me through the reflection in the mirror, before she finally turned to face me. When she did, she held out her hand and she was holding a clump of hair in her hand. “I just started brushing when this happened.”
“Oh Cassie,” I sighed, knowing just what this meant to her. It had been her biggest fear since the first day she was told she was going to have to start chemo.
“I… I knew this was probably going to happen,” She sobbed once more, as she gasped for breath. “I just didn’t th… think it would be today.”
“Cassie,” I said, having no clue what I could say to make this somehow better for her. “It’s just hair. It will grow back. But as long as this treatment works, and I don’t have to lose you, I would pick a bald you anytime.”
“I know,” she said, forcing a smile as she desperately tried to blink back her tears, but it was no use. “I know that I shouldn’t cry…”
“If you want to cry, you cry,” I told her, taking hold of her arms, “If you want to scream, scream. What is happening to you sucks, Cass. It’s not fair, so you’re allowed to be angry and you’re allowed to cry.”
She stared at me for a moment as her tears continued to trickle down her face. But she didn’t make a sound. Instead, she just buried her face into my neck and cried silently.
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