by Eden Rose
I shake my head at her not wanting to take my eyes off my mother.
She smiles at the exchange between Patience and I. “He didn’t tell you about me? He didn’t tell you about how he stole all my money and got my husband to leave me? Of course, he didn’t! He’s fuckin’ scum.”
Flying off the couch, I pull her by the arm to walk her out of my apartment. “Stay away from us, mom. I mean it.”
Hoping some of my threat is enough to sink in, I slam the door shut in her face. Looking back at Patience, I see her questions flooding her face.
Shit!
“That’s the reason why I joined the Army. She’s the reason why I live in this shithole of an apartment and work for your dad.”
She nods. It’s not until I feel her wrap her arms around me did I realize I closed my eyes after seeing her nod. “You can’t pick your family, babe. You can pick who you have in your life but she’s not you. You’re not her.”
I wrap my arms around her then kiss her. It’s a slow kiss that holds promise but it’s the comfort I need to ease the embarrassment of having my mother bust in and ruin my thing I have going on with Patience.
PATIENCE
I make sure to carefully shave my legs so I’m nice and smooth in case Brett wants to get a little handsy with me at the movies. We’ve been out on a few dates but I’m ready to push us into the next level.
Hell, my fingers probably have carpal tunnel by now because every time I see him, I have to come.
If he tells me one more time that he wants this to be special for me since it’s my first time, I won’t be held accountable for my actions. Every time Brett kisses me good night, the kisses go a little bit longer and are a little bit deeper. Our tongues have learned the lay of the land in the other’s mouth.
Rinsing my body, I try to calm down. Being with Brett is amazing but I wonder if he actually wants something with me. Am I just a fling? I don’t even know anymore but what I do know is that I love him.
I’m head over heels in love with Brett Booker and I’m dying to tell him.
With my hair rinsed and my body smelling like vanilla, I turn off the shower to start getting dressed. Should I wear a dress, shorts or jeans? I know he loves my legs so probably I will a dress.
He’s constantly rubbing his hands down my legs when he’s cleaning the pool and thinks no one is looking at us.
From my bed, I can hear my cell phone vibrating and I all but run towards it to see if it’s Brett. It is!
BRETT: im outside baby hurry
ME: be down in just a min!
I decide to furiously brush my hair to make it look messy but classy all at the same time. I want him to know that I put an effort into this.
Throwing on my dress and shoving my feet into my sandals, I grab my phone and purse off the bed. Thank goodness, I just did a touch up on my makeup from the earlier audition I had.
I run through the house and am met with Brett leaning against his busted-up Pontiac that looks like a rust bucket. Even though its old, he’s so proud of the damn thing. Plus, he likes to drive.
Whistling at me, I spin in a circle before running over to him for him to hug me. I love it when he hugs me. “Damn, baby. You look good!”
I smile at him while launching my body at him. He spins me around a little while sucking on the sensitive skin of my neck.
“Thanks!” I squeak. He makes my body overheated by touching me like this. Brett’s fingers grip into the flesh of my hips through the fabric and he turns me on more than ever.
“Let’s go see that movie,” he suggests while putting me down on my feet.
I wobble a little but manage to scoot into the car without embarrassing myself.
“How was the audition?”
He smiles at me and I go all gooey inside. “Great! I think I’m going to get the part of the mother. That’s the lead!”
There’s a new play that is in the process of being casted and I’m hoping that I get casted. It would be amazing for my career as a singer and actress if I land it. I’m still not too sure what the play is about but I don’t really care as long as I get in.
Brett’s hand is wedged between my thighs and I try to cross them so I don’t hump up into his hand. I’m so horny for him it’s ridiculous.
Trying to think of anything but having him finger me, I ask a random question. “Do you like cats or dogs?”
He chuckles. “Really, baby? My hand is between your thighs and you ask that?”
“What?” I blurt. “It’s not like you’re going to finally touch me!” I blurt stubbornly.
He squeezes the flesh of my thigh a little rougher than normal. “Don’t worry, Patience. It will happen.”
“When?” I murmur under my breath.
The car jerks to the left and he slams the shifter into park. “Patience, you’re not some skank. You deserve romance and all that shit.”
I bust out laughing.
Offended, he gawks at me. “What?”
“I deserve romance and all that shit?”
“What? Shit could be considered romantic. You don’t know everything about it.”
For a second I think he’s being serious but as I gaze at him in wonder, I see him fighting back laughing. “Drive the car, Romeo.”
BRETT
Where should I take my horny girlfriend to so she would stop making me almost nut in my pants? A dark movie theater. I’m a fucking genius.
We’re seated in the back row of the theater towards the left of the door so no one can see us and my hands are itching to be all over her. I can’t help it. She’s so beautiful.
Patience stretches a little making a humming noise in the back of her throat. Her stretching makes her legs bump against my hand. Thinking that she might move, I don’t move my hand.
I’m asking for it.
I didn’t take much convincing when it came to the choice of movie we were going to watch tonight. I just wanted to be near her.
Why can’t I take her to my house, you ask.
I’m a man. There’s only so much torment I can withstand! It’s bad enough that my dick currently standing at full attention and getting zipper burns on it.
Even with the workouts I have been doing to help ease my want of her, my body still comes alive when I’m with her. Fucking her or not, she’s fucking gorgeous.
My index finger lifts to rub the smooth skin of her thigh. She hums her approval and I feel it through my body. My finger inches further up her thigh until I reach the hem of her dress. With ease, I drag the hem up further and about swallow my tongue.
With the light from the movie playing, I can see shadows of her flesh. It’s as creamy as it is when she’s laying out by the pool trying to give me a heart attack.
My finger is now pushing the material of her dress up her thigh more and I can see the outline of her lacey underwear. “Fuck me,” I murmur under my breath.
She nods her little head and throws her head back a little more. “Touch me, please. Touch me before I die!” Patience begs.
The first swipe of my finger along the hem of her panties has both of us moaning out loud. Out of precaution, I check the theater to make sure that no one heard us. Everyone seems to be more interested in the movie than us.
Good.
The heat from her pussy almost singes my skin.
I lean over to her and whisper in her ear: “I’m going to touch your hot, wet, juicy pussy in front of everyone. You want me to, don’t you? You want me to make you come for the first time with a theater full of people.”
“Yes! God, yes! Please,” Patience begs.
Knowing that I got her further to the edge of begging, I make my move. I use my index and middle finger to move the fabric of her underwear out of the way for me to get better access. Once it’s out of my way, I dip my index finger into her pussy.
Shit! Fuck me! Her pussy is hot.
“You want me. Don’t you? You want me to fuck your pussy with my tongue, don’t you?” I taunt.
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p; She nods her head furiously but I don’t let her get away with it.
“Beg me,” I declare with my finger on her clit pressing down like it’s a button.
Her head flies up and she looks at me with crazy eyes. “Make me come. Fuck me with your tongue, fingers, dick… I don’t care!”
“Shhhh!”
I look over to the aisle in front of us to see an older couple looking at us like we’re disrupting them from their movie. I don’t give them the time of day.
Sliding down to my knees on the sticky floor, I shove her thighs apart. Looking at the glistening pink lips of her pussy peeking through the lace is too much.
“You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?”
Patience shakes her head. “No, Brett. Touch me!”
First place I kiss is on top of her pussy mound through the lace. I can smell how turned on she is through the lace and my dick is harder than concrete.
I need to get rid of the panties.
Using my index finger, I rip the offending clothing off of her body and shove her thong into my back pocket. Now that she’s bare, I begin to make love to her with my mouth.
The first taste of her is the most refreshing fucking taste ever. It’s like becoming reborn or some shit.
My tongue dives through her tender pussy lips and I lavish her with my tongue. Each swipe of my tongue against her clit has her bucking her hips against my mouth. I look up to see her with her hand covering her mouth so no one can hear her moaning.
I smile against her clit and lightly bite it. Carefully, I nibble the little ball of nerves until she’s panting.
Time to go in for the kill!
Taking my middle finger, I tease it in her pussy hole. Her body shakes while I push my finger into her tight heat. I only thrust it in twice, which took a lot of work, she’s already gushing into my mouth.
I let her ride out her orgasm, licking her more and more until I know she’s finished coming. I want her to come harder than ever to get her ready for the real thing.
Losing myself in licking her, I almost don’t feel her pulling on the strands of my hair. Taking my mouth off her, she drags me up her body. For a moment I wonder if she knows she’s about to taste herself, but I don’t think she cares.
With my knees on the floor, I’m at the perfect height to kiss her on her mouth and she can wrap her legs around me.
Smashing my lips against hers, I grab her hips to thrust her against me a little because I need the friction. The glorious part about this crappy ass theater is the fact that the owners are so cheap they’ve never update the seats which means they’re low to the ground.
Which makes it so my dick is cradled into the apex of Patience’s thighs.
We have to stop!
Breaking away from the kiss, I throw my dumb ass self back in my seat to continue watching this stupid fucking movie.
When did I become a little pussy? I honestly can’t remember.
*
PATIENCE
“Shh, baby. You know if your dad hears us, he’s going to get pissed off and shoot my ass.”
I can’t help it but giggle. Tonight, is the night when Brett and I are finally going to go all the way. We’ve been talking about it for a few months and I feel like now is the right time.
And tonight, he snuck into my bedroom after he left my house earlier. He wanted us to be able to lay down and be able to take our time.
Like a little school girl, I place my hand over my mouth trying to hide the giggles. “I know, I know.”
Brett smiles at me with the smile that makes my knees knock together every damn time. He’s so good looking with his tanned skin. Since he’s my family’s landscaper, he’s got an amazing tan and muscles that make my hands itch to touch him all over.
His full lips rain kisses down my neck to my collarbone giving me goosebumps. My giggles become little moans that sound like a cat meowing. “Yes,” I hiss out.
He skirts his hands down the long length of my legs until he circles my ankles. Lightly, he presses against me and I feel the obscene length of his dick against the seam of my skirt. I knew that tonight was going to happen and I made sure to put in an effort to look pretty. His fingers trace up my legs and my back bows on its own.
Brett kisses my neck a little rougher, showing me his aggressive side that he says I bring out of him. He bites my pulse. “Baby, I love you,” he tells me.
My eyes roll to the back of my head and I try to get words to form to tell him how much I love him back. I don’t care that I’m seventeen and he’s about to go to Afghanistan for the next year.
We are meant to be together.
I dig my hands into his hair and pull him closer to me. His lips trace my neck and he whispers how much I mean to him. “You are everything, Patience. I swear. I love you.”
My seventeen year old heart, leaps out of my chest. “I love you, too.”
Tomorrow, Brett leaves for Afghanistan and I felt like we would be able to take our relationship to the next level before he left. I want him to know that he’s got all my firsts and lasts.
Brett slips into the cradle of my hips and lightly thrusts against me. We’ve done this part before. We just never went any further. He’s got experience but I don’t have any of them. I have no idea what to do.
His fingers trace my inner thighs and he stops right before he reaches the seam between my thighs. “Are you sure? I’m okay just holding you, baby.”
He’s so sweet. “I’m sure. Please go slow,” I beg uselessly. He already said he would go slow.
With talented fingers, he hooks my boy short underwear with his fingers and pulls them down. He balances himself up on the weight of his elbow to pull them all the way down my legs. My underwear gets caught around my ankles but he already thought of that. Once I’m stripped of them, he brings my underwear to his nose to take a big sniff.
My face turns beet red! He didn’t just do that, right? Oh god! How embarrassing! What happens if I don’t smell that good?
“You smell so sweet.”
He kisses down my throat and over the mounds of my breasts. “Beautiful,” he murmurs.
He makes me feel beautiful.
Brett’s lips reach my bellybutton that’s exposed from my tank top riding up. A featherly light touch of his wet tongue circles my bellybutton. I moan a little more and move my hips to get something from him. I need something more but I don’t know what it is. Maybe friction? Damn it. I have no idea what to do or anything.
Brett chuckles against my flesh that’s over heating from my arousal. I’m so turned on right now. “I know what you want, baby. And you’ll get it.”
Wheewwww. As long as he knows what I want that I don’t even know.
Slowly, his tongue goes lower and lower until he reaches the button of my skirt. I’m to the point where I’m about to yank off all my clothes and throw myself at him but he’s convinced that I need to experience something more than that. I don’t see why, though.
Brett picks himself off my body and I instantly miss the heat of his skin. He’s not wearing a shirt at all and I get to see all of his tattoos and the muscles he has. The man is a Greek god. There’s no other explanation for him. His whole torso is perfectly chiseled and his tattoos only make him hotter.
My eyes greedily follow the planes of his body while I watch him. The powerful eagle that’s tattooed on his right pec, stares at me. Glaring at me like it knows what we’re about to do. The tattoo written across his chest is my favorite, though. Death Before Betrayal.
I watch his nimble fingers tug on his basketball shorts that have a tent in the front. I can’t help but smile at the fact that I got him this turned on. It feels extremely good to know that he wants me like I want him.
Once his basketball shorts are pulled down past his powerful thighs, I see what I have been rubbing myself on this whole time. He’s huge! The man is definitely gifted with this!
“No,” I murmur.
He chuckles like he knows what I’m think
ing about. “Don’t worry, Patience. I will make sure you are ready for me.”
I nod my head absent mindedly even though I don’t think it’s possible.
“Take off your clothes for me,” he instructs while standing in front of my bed. The lighting in here is not very bright but I can still see him. I can still see how gorgeous he is.
All right. You can do this! Just take off your skirt and get ready.
Without getting off the bed, I unbutton my skirt and push it down my hips. I’m lying in front of my boyfriend for the first time practically naked and I’m terrified. I’m scared that I’m not going to be pretty enough for him or something.
The man is so much hotter than me.
Before I can even blink, his mouth is on my inner thighs suckling my skin. “Shit…” I hiss out at the weird sensation.
Then he does something that is about to flip me off my bed.
BRETT
Patience Monroe has been put on this earth to show men that angels do exist. She’s gorgeous with her long blonde hair, lightly tanned skin, her big olive eyes… The long legs that are about to be wrapped around me.
Everything about her is perfect.
Not only is she beautiful on the outside, inside, she’s amazing. The caring woman that she is and the love she shows a loser like me is more than I deserve. I can’t even begin to describe it.
She’s fucking perfect.
I’m going to be her first. I’m going to be her last and everything in between. It’s me she’s going to think about for the next year while I’m in Afghanistan. It’s me that she’s going to love and miss. Everything is me and her.
My mouth sucks in her hard clit and she screams out. I don’t let up, though. I want her to shatter on my tongue before I take her virginity. Before I make her mine in every sense of the word.
I lick up and down her seam, focusing on her clit to get her hotter and more turned on. Without giving her a warning, I stick two fingers into her tight pussy.
Fuck! She’s so damn tight!
Patience’s muscles squeeze my fingers while her head thrashes from side to side on the pillow. I look up at her and see how excited she is about me and her.