Twelve Years

by S. L. Adams

  Holy smokes!

  The flavours are out of this world. The meat is smoky, with a touch of spice and sweetness delighting my taste buds as I chew the tender piece of meat.

  “I ordered it cooked medium. I didn’t think you’d enjoy it rare.” He brings his fork to his lips, a bloody piece of meat disappearing into his mouth.

  “I like it this way. It’s perfect.”

  “I’m stuffed,” I say as I push my chair back and rub my stomach.

  “Uh oh.” Alex chuckles. “I hope you saved room for dessert.”

  “Oh my God,” I groan.

  Gloria returns and places a mammoth slice of chocolate cheesecake, drizzled with chocolate sauce, in the centre of the table. After she leaves, Alex brings his chair next to mine.

  “Hi,” I whisper, giggling like a silly schoolgirl.

  “Hi,” he says as he steals a kiss. “Are you having a good time?”

  “Yes.” I lean over and plant a kiss on his cheek. “Thank you, Alex. For everything. Tonight. And for taking me home last week. You were there for me on the most difficult day of my life. I’ll never forget that.”

  “Shelby,” he says, his voice taking on a serious tone. “I’ve never felt this way before about a girl. You’ve got me, baby doll. I’m crazy about you. I don’t know what’s going to happen when the summer ends. But I don’t want to waste our precious time together thinking about it. I want to savour every moment we have together. And I want to make sure we’re on the same page.”

  “I’m kinda crazy about you too, Alex,” I say softly as I caress his jaw with my thumb.

  “So, it’s settled. You’re my girl?”

  “If you want me to be.”

  “Oh, I do,” he states firmly. “Now, let’s eat this cake.”

  He cuts a piece of cake with his spoon. “Open up, love.”

  I open my mouth, giggling as he feeds me a piece of cheesecake. Another first for me. And I’m hooked. It’s the most amazing cake I’ve ever tasted. He scoops some chocolate sauce from the corner of my mouth and licks it off his finger. We finish off the cake, feeding each other until every last crumb has been consumed.

  Gloria returns to clear away the remaining dishes. After she slips out and closes the door, the lights dim and the overhead music changes from classical to a country love song.

  “Would you like to dance?” Alex asks, holding his hand out.

  My hand trembles as our fingers lock together. He pulls me into his arms, holding me tightly against his hard body. I wrap my arms around his neck, gazing up at him as we glide across the floor. He rubs his hands up and down my back, never breaking eye contact until he presses his mouth to mine, running his tongue along my lips before dipping it inside.

  I moan softly as he angles his head, deepening the kiss while his hands roam up my rib cage, his thumbs grazing the underside of my breasts.

  “Do you want to get out of here?” he whispers against my lips.

  “Okay.”

  We sneak out the same way we came in and walk hand in hand back to my cabin.

  “Do you want to come in?” I ask when we reach my door.

  “Yes I do,” he replies, his eyes glimmering with excitement as he follows me up the steps.

  I close the door behind us, throwing my purse and keys on the dresser. “Do you want to watch a movie or something?”

  “Sure.”

  We settle on my bed, leaning back against the pillows. “What do you want to watch?” I ask as I scroll through the channels.

  “I don’t care,” he says, his voice low and raspy. “I’m interested in the or something, more than the movie.” He nudges me on my back before bringing his mouth down, covering mine as our lips join together in a hungry kiss. As he dips his tongue into my mouth, one of his hands slips under my dress, gently caressing my inner thigh.

  Uh oh. He skipped my boobs and headed directly south. This was not going to be a PG rated make out session.

  “Shelby, you’re very sexy,” he whispers, his lips leaving my mouth and sucking on the delicate flesh of my neck as he slides a finger inside my drenched panties. A deep moan erupts from my throat, a clenching ache forming between my legs. I’ve never been touched there before. My high school boyfriend tried, but I never let him go past touching my breasts. And I’ve never had an orgasm. Not even by my own hand.

  He slides his finger along my wet folds, teasing my clitoris with a light grazing. I squirm as the pressure builds in my pelvis. Just like my sexually experienced friends described. Yep. Alex knows what he’s doing.

  “You’re very wet, baby doll.” He brings his mouth back to mine, sucking on my lower lip before plunging his tongue inside. I groan, digging my ass into the mattress when he grasps my clit between his thumb and forefinger.

  “Holy smokes,” I gasp, heat pouring from every inch of my body. The giant bulge in his pants presses against my stomach, begging to be released.

  He runs his finger down to my slick opening, slipping it inside me just before I explode with the force of my very first orgasm. He thrusts his finger in and out of my tight space, adding as second one as I come apart beneath him. He continues fucking me with his fingers, stretching me while I ride out the waves of pleasure. Alex groans and pulls his fingers out of me before flopping on his back.

  Feeling empowered by my first orgasm, I unzip his pants and slide my hand inside the waistband of his boxer shorts. He trembles when I wrap my hand around his erect shaft. I’m not really sure what I’m supposed to do, so I just caress it softly. It’s so hard. And warm. And huge! Not that I have anything to compare it too. I’ve never seen a penis before, let alone touched one. But I’m pretty sure this one is bigger than the average guy’s dick.

  “Like this,” he whispers, placing his hand over mine and directing my movements. He closes his eyes, a rumble of pleasure erupting from deep in his chest as he guides my hand up and down his penis. “That’s it, baby.”

  I watch in amazement, sneaking a peek at his face. He’s on the verge of coming. And I did that to him. His cock swells underneath my tiny fingers, pulsating before a stream of cum spurts out, coating his belly.

  “Ahh fuck, Shelby.” He lets go of my hand, grabbing a tissue from my nightstand and cleaning himself up before pulling me on top of him. I press my lips down on his, sliding my tongue along his bottom lip. After a long, deep kiss he comes up for air, cupping the back of my head as he gazes into my eyes. “I really like you, Shelby. I want you. All of you. But not until you’re ready.”

  “I want you to be my first,” I whisper. “I’m just a little scared.”

  “What are you afraid of, baby doll?” he asks, running his finger down my jaw.

  “Um, well,” I say, pausing to take a deep breath. My face is turning beet red. I can feel it. The heat creeps up my cheeks. Then a giggle escapes my throat. Where did that come from? This is no laughing matter.

  He cocks an eyebrow, a curious grin spreading across his lips. “Just spill it. Don’t be shy.”

  “Well, you’re a pretty big guy,” I say, hiding my face in his shoulder.

  He chuckles. “I assume you’re referring to Little Alex?”

  “Little? It’s a monster!”

  “Sorry.” He twirls my hair around his finger. “I promise I'll go slow. You’re pretty tight. But we’ll get through it and then it will be so worth it, baby. Trust me.”

  “I trust you, Alex.” And I do. Whenever I'm with Alex, I feel safe and secure. He’s everything I ever dreamed of. Smart, strong, funny, kind. What more could a girl ask for?

  My phone dings. I consider ignoring it but curiosity propels me to grab it from the nightstand. Custom ringtones are childish, in my opinion, so I have no idea who it is. I glance at the screen. It’s a text from Penny.

  Penny: “I’m coming over. I need to talk to you.”

  Me: “It’s not a good time. I’m in bed with a headache. Talk to you tomorrow, ok?”

  Penny: “No. I really need to talk to you now. Pl
ease? I’m almost to your cabin.”

  Shit! I rocket off the bed. “Penny is on way her over!”

  “Really?” Alex grumbles, pulling up his pants.“Can’t you just tell her to go away?”

  “I’ll try. Hide in the bathroom, please.”

  “Yeah, yeah. You gotta tell her about us, Shelby.”

  “I know.” I close the bathroom door and straighten my dress out before opening the door. “Hey, Penny. What’s up?”

  She shoves past me, practically knocking me over. “I thought you said you were in bed?” Her eyes scan me, taking in my dress and makeup.

  “I meant I was laying on my bed. Cause of the headache.” I’m not a good liar. “Actually, Penny. I just got home. I went on a date with one of the lifeguards.”

  “Oh my God. Why didn’t you tell me you had a date?”

  “I want to tell you about it, honey. Sit down.” I smile at her, guilt flooding my veins for what I’m about to do.

  She puts her hand up. “Wait. I get to go first. I’ve been dying to get a break, so I could come and tell you what happened with Alex.”

  “With Alex?” What the heck? I stare at her as she flops on my bed. Right where Alex was laying a moment before she arrived. Where he came during my first attempt at giving him a hand job. Thank God he took the soiled tissues with him into the bathroom.

  “Yes. He came into the kitchen this afternoon. You know, like he always does. Looking for my oatmeal raisin cookies.” She pauses, panting as she tries to catch her breath. “But he called me by name, Shelby! Alex knows my name.”

  “Okay?” I scratch the back of my head.

  “And we actually had a conversation! He asked me where I learned to make cookies like that.” My bed springs creak as she bounces up and down. “And he winked at me before he left!”

  A lump forms in my throat. Alex should have stayed away from her. I told him she would misinterpret any friendly interaction with him. She is so desperate to go out with him, that she has lost all concept of reality. How the hell am I supposed to tell her about us now? “Listen, Penny. Alex is kind of a flirt. He does that with all the girls.” I smile kindly. “I don’t think it meant anything, honey.”

  She glares at me through narrowed eyes. “Why do you always do this?”

  “Do what?”

  “Rain on my parade. Don’t you want me to be happy? Do you think I want to stay an untouched, unkissed virgin forever?”

  I cringe, glancing nervously at the bathroom door. Penny would be mortified if she knew Alex was listening. “Look, Penny. Maybe we should talk tomorrow. You have a long night ahead of you in the kitchen. Aren’t you prepping for a big wedding tomorrow? You don’t want to get yourself all upset.”

  “Do you think it’s fun for me to watch you and Gretchen? You guys are skinny and gorgeous and all the guys wanna go out with you.” Tears spring from her eyes, cascading down her cheeks in a waterfall of self-pity.

  “I really don’t think this is the best time to have this conversation, Penny.” Jeez. How the hell am I going to get her out of here?

  “Why? You don’t have the balls to be honest, Shelby? Why don’t you just say what you’re thinking? Say it! Say, Penny, you are a fat pig and no guy will ever fuck you!”

  “I don’t think that at all, Penny.”

  “Yes, you do. I can see it on your face. Pity. That’s what I see.”

  “That’s not true.”

  “Really? Then why do you always discourage me from going after Alex?”

  What the hell am I supposed to say? It doesn’t seem like the best time to drop my bombshell. “I just don’t think he’s your type. I work with him everyday. He’s kind of a player. And I think he sleeps around.” Shit. The lies are pouring off my tongue. I’m past the point of no return.

  She rises from the bed, sniffling. “Thanks for being honest, Shelby. At least I can count on you for that.” She hugs me tightly as the knife of guilt plunges into me, twisting and turning in my gut.

  As soon as she’s gone, I let Alex out of the bathroom. “What are the chances that you didn’t hear every word of that conversation?” I ask as he pulls me into his arms.

  “I sleep around? And I’m a player?” He clucks his tongue, a devilish grin spreading across his lips as he scoops me up and dumps me on my bed. A girlish squeal escapes my throat. My heart rate skyrockets when he climbs on top of me and positions himself between my legs, his erection pressing impatiently against my pussy. The visit from Penny is all but forgotten as he grinds against me.

  “Now, where were we?” he growls, sucking hard on the sensitive flesh where my neck meets my collarbone. I arch up, rubbing her against him as he slides down the straps of my dress and kisses his way down to my breasts.

  “Oh shit! I totally forgot about your date.”

  Alex rolls off me, groaning with frustration. Gretchen is standing in the doorway, her expression a mixture of regret and annoyance.

  “What are you doing here?” I ask as I sit up, pushing my dress straps back on my shoulders.

  “Blake and I had a fight,” she says, sniffling. “I’m sorry I interrupted.”

  “What happened?”

  “He cheated.”

  “Blake cheated on you?”

  “He didn’t cheat on me,” she scoffs with a dry chuckle. “As if. He cheated at Scrabble.”

  “I’m gonna take off,” Alex says as he tucks his shirt in his pants before heading for the door.

  “Sorry, Alex,” Gretchen says. “You can blame it on Blake though.”

  I follow him outside. “I’m sorry, Alex.”

  “Me too, baby doll.” He draws me into his arms and presses a kiss to the top of my head. “I had a great time tonight.”

  “Me too.” I smile shyly.

  “I’m gonna go kill Blake now.”

  “Okay,” I laugh.

  He closes the distance between us with a tender kiss.

  I sigh heavily as I watch him walk away. The summer is flying by and I don’t know how I’m going to give him up when it’s time to go to school. I think I’m falling in love with him.

  Chapter 12

  Alex

  I stroll quickly across the grass toward Shelby’s cabin, the moisture from the earlier rain covering my toes in a thin layer of dew.

  Tonight is Lifeguard Appreciation Night. The water park is closing at seven for a private employee party. It’s only for water park staff, which means we don’t have to worry about avoiding Penny. Not that I really care if she finds out about us. And Shelby is tiring of the charade as well. We’ve gotten careless lately. Lots of people know about us, so it’s just a matter of time before somebody spills the beans.

  “Hey there, sexy,” I growl when Shelby opens her cabin door. “Can I come in for a minute before we head up?”

  “Sure,” she replies hesitantly. “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing.” I close the door and pull her into my arms, planting a blistering kiss on her heavenly lips. “I just wanted to do that.”

  “Mmm. Thanks.” She sighs, smiling up at me.

  “What’s this?” I pull on the pink bikini strings peeking out the collar of her tank top. “Are you wearing a bikini?”

  “Alex!” she yelps when I undo the strings.

  “Oops.” I slip my hands under her shirt, finding her full rounded breasts. They spring forth when I pull down the bikini top and I fill my hands with the soft mounds of flesh. God, I love her tits. I feather light kisses down her neck while gently pinching her erect nipples. She closes her eyes and throws her head back, moaning loudly.

  “We could skip the party and stay here,” I whisper, swirling my tongue around inside her ear. I push her down on the side of the bed. “Sit there, baby doll.”

  “What are you doing?” she asks when I get down on my knees in front of her.

  I smile wickedly, reaching up and pulling down her shorts and bikini bottoms. “Spread your legs.”

  Her slender thighs tremble. She stares down at
me, her pupils dilated. I can’t tell if she’s scared or excited, or maybe a little of both.

  “Relax, baby doll. I’m not gonna make love to you tonight.” I kiss my way up her thighs, licking and sucking her smooth, creamy skin as I inhale the delicious mixture of her lavender body lotion and her natural scent. “I am gonna make you come on my face though.”

  “Okay,” she whispers, her voice shaky.

  “Lay back, baby,” I whisper, spreading her thighs apart with my shoulders. “Do you trust me, Shelby?”

  “Yes.”

  “Good girl. Close your eyes and relax. You’re going to like this.”

  She lays back on the bed, her pussy right at the edge of the mattress, calling out to me. Holy fuck, it’s beautiful. Pink, smooth flesh. And not a pubic hair in sight. I like that. I’m not a pedophile. That’s not the appeal of a bald pussy. It’s just a lot cleaner and more enjoyable when you have your face down there.

  I work my way slowly up her inner thigh. She jumps and pulls back when I part her outer lips with my tongue. I grab her by her hips, pulling her back to the edge of the bed and holding her firmly by her legs to keep her still. She tastes so fucking good. I run my tongue over her wet slit before making my way to her clit, teasing it with light flicks.

  “Oh my God, Alex,” she moans, cupping the back of my head and running her fingers through my hair as she thrusts her hips toward my face.

  Sliding a finger inside her soaking wet hole, I thrust in and out. I add a second finger, stretching her tight opening. As I fuck her with my fingers, I wrap my lips around her clit and suck hard.

  She screams, her ass lifting off the bed as her orgasm tears through her body, sending a monsoon of pussy juice into my face. I keep licking and sucking until her body stops trembling and she falls backwards on the bed, panting and moaning.

  “Did you enjoy that, sweetheart?” I whisper, rising from my knees and flopping down next to her on the bed.

  “Holy smokes. That was amazing.”