He was the boy who stole my heart and gave me some of my best memories, then he tainted them all when he broke my heart.
Amy
aged 18
“Eli, we can’t,” I hissed as he pulled me across the 6th form common room with our fingers linked together.
“Yes we can, and we are,” he replied, staring at me with dark, hooded eyes. “You can’t come to school wearing that fucking skirt and not expect me to want to shag you.”
I rolled my eyes but mentally high-fived myself. I knew when I’d put the short skirt on, Elijah would love it. Mum had tried to make me change it, but when I pointed out that one school skirt was ripped and the other had tomato ketchup all over it, thanks to my brother Matty, she had to let me leave the house in the only other navy blue skirt that I had. One which I normally wore with a crop top and four-inch heels.
“Where are we going?” I asked, giving two girls from my history class a quick wave.
“Sick bay.” Elijah turned his head and gave me a look that said ‘and I’m going to make you scream’.
I swallowed back the gasp that was pushing at my lips and picked up my pace, trying to keep up with him.
When we reached the corridor that led to the school nurse’s office, Elijah pulled to a stop.
“Wait here,” he whispered. “I’ll go and get the key. I’ll tell Nurse Turner I’m ill.”
“With what?” I asked, eyeing him up and down. “You look perfectly healthy to me.”
“Blue fucking balls,” he deadpanned. “Because my fucking girlfriend is wearing a skirt that practically shows her amazing arse, which I know is only covered by a tiny piece of lace that barely covers her pussy.
Breathing deeply, I felt my thong get damp as Elijah’s words excited me.
“You think maybe you should hide that.” I pointed at the bulge in his grey school trousers. “It kind of gives the game away.”
Blowing out a breath, he pulled his shirt out of his waistband and smoothed it over his erection.
“Still see it,” I said with a smirk.
“Fuck’s sake.”
He looked down at it for a second or two and then dragged his navy jumper over his head. As he did, his shirt was dragged with it and I caught a glimpse of his hard abs and the thin trail of dark hair leading down from his belly button.
“Dirty girl,” he muttered, catching me staring, as he tied his jumper around his waist.
“I can’t help it,” I breathed out. “Those gardening jobs are doing amazing things for your body.”
I wetted my lips and pushed my thighs together. God, and they talked about teenage boys being horny. I couldn’t wait to have his hands on me. I felt as though I had a detonator between my legs and one press and I’d explode.
Elijah grinned at me and pulled me against him, so I could feel exactly how hard he was. His arm went around my waist, with his hand moving down and slipping under the hem of my skirt and landing on my bum cheek.
“Knew it,” he groaned against my mouth, as his fingers pushed under the lace edge of my thong.
“I know how much you love them,” I gasped, as he palmed my backside.
“Too fucking much.”
Elijah thrust his hips and when I moaned softly, he pulled away and muttered, ‘I’ll be back’, before disappearing toward the nurse’s room.
Ten minutes later and I was laid out on the leatherette couch bed, wearing just my skirt and bra. My legs were open and Elijah was lying between them, kissing up my bare thighs.
His tie was loosely knotted over his shirt, his trousers were undone and the smooth, pink crown of his dick was poking out of the top of his boxer briefs.
“Oh god.” I had tried to be quiet, but as his tongue licked along my wet seam, the pleasure pulsed throughout my body. “Eli, please.”
He took my clit into his mouth, sucking it hard and then blowing on it, making my hips thrust upward. I placed a hand on the back of his head, pushing it closer to my core.
“Taste so damn good,” he said, finally coming up for air and crawling up my body, all the while dropping kisses onto my pebbled skin.
“Baby,” I pleaded, the throbbing between my legs making me needy and spoiled.
“I don’t think I’ll last long,” he said, pulling my bra down and sucking on my skin, leaving a red love bite.
“I don’t care.”
Taking hold of his shirt, I dragged his body up mine and then gripping his trousers, pushed them and his undies down his hips, just past his arse.
“Elijah.”
Taking my mouth with his, he thrust inside of me in one quick motion and it felt like it never had before. The waves of my orgasm started to build as Elijah moved in and out of me. My breathing began to shallow and my hips bucked as I got closer and closer. I’d never had an orgasm through penetration before, Eli usually always got me off with his fingers or his tongue, but this was amazing. My nerve endings started to come alive, starting in the pit of my stomach and fanning out across my body, like ripples on a pond. Each ripple bigger than the last until finally, I shattered, screaming out his name and gripping his arms tightly.
Elijah kissed me, smothering my noise as he continued to thrust, hard and fast. As my orgasm slowly faded, his began to grow, but as he chased it, it became too much for me, the ongoing pleasure mixing with a feathering pain.
When he came, I felt myself fall again as more waves of pleasure broke. They weren’t as intense as the first, but still made me buck and keen beneath him.
After a few minutes of getting our breath back, Elijah looked down at me and grinned.
“Fucking awesome,” he said. “I made you cum with my dick.”
“Eli,” I chastised. “You’re so unromantic at times.” I wasn’t really mad, how could I be when he’d just given me two orgasms.
He dropped his forehead to my heated chest and blew out a breath.
“Do you think Nurse Turner heard me?” I asked, suddenly worried.
Eli shrugged. “Don’t know and don’t care.” He looked up at me, love and warmth shining from his eyes. “It’d be worth getting caught, knowing what just happened.”
“You’re so proud of yourself, aren’t you?” I giggled, brushing my fingers through his hair.
He looked happy and handsome, and the love I had for him was all encompassing. It worried me sometimes, how much I did love him. I’d be a shadow of myself if I lost him. He gave me confidence, he made me feel sexy and loved and I couldn’t imagine ever wanting or needing that from anyone else; ever.
Nodding, he gave me a cheeky smile. “Too right.”
He reached up to kiss me and let out a string of curses when the door handle rattled.
“Elijah, are you okay?” Nurse Turner asked from the other side of the door.
“Erm, yeah,” he called. “I was just dozing.”
“Is your head okay now?”
Eli pulled out of me and looked down at the swollen head of his dick and laughed silently, pointing at it.
“Yeah, much better. Those tablets really helped.”
“Can you let me in?” she called.
“Yeah, just one second.”
“No,” I mouthed, waving a hand down my partially covered body.
“Get dressed,” he hissed.
Scrambling off the bed, almost tripping over, he pulled up his boxers and trousers, tucking in his shirt, and dragging on his jumper, while I readjusted my bra and grabbed my school blouse from the red, plastic chair next to the bed.
“Where are my knickers?” I asked, tugging on Elijah’s arm.
We both swivelled around, searching the room in unison. Elijah found them on the floor and threw them at me.
“Get behind the door,” he said, giving me a quick kiss and bum squeeze, before moving toward the door.
As he put his hand on the handle, I grabbed my bag and flattened myself against the wall, hoping Nurse Turner didn’t come in.
“You feeling better?” I heard Nurse Turner ask E
lijah as he stood in the doorway.
“Much. Just needed those tablets and a nap, I think.”
“That’s good. Now, here’s two more tables should you need them, but I think you’ll be okay to go to your next lesson. What is it?”
Elijah coughed over what I recognised was a chuckle.
“Biology, Nurse Turner.”
“Okay, well off you go.”
Ten minutes after that, I was slipping into my seat in business studies when my mobile buzzed with a text.
Eijah: Fucking love you. Best headache ever! xoxo
Elijah
aged 28
As I jogged along the canal tow path my phone rang through my earphones, and if it hadn’t been the Match of the Day theme tune, I wouldn’t have answered, but the music told me it was either Lucas, Alex, or my brother Sam calling.
“Yeah,” I breathed out.
“Hey Eli, it’s me.”
“Hey Lucas, what’s up?”
“You jogging, or have I caught you mid performance?” his low laugh echoed down the line.
“Jogging you dickhead. Do you really think I’d answer the phone in the middle of shagging?”
“Well, considering who you could be shagging.”
He laughed again, and I almost ended the call, I was getting pissed off with his constant jibe that Mia, my girlfriend, was boring. Okay, so she was an accountant, but she shouldn’t have been judged for it.
“If you’ve got nothing nice to say, fuck off,” I replied.
“Sorry,” Lucas said, sounding anything but. “I won’t take the piss out of your girlfriend again.”
“Right, so what do you want?” I asked, jogging down steps to take me back onto the road.
“Wondered if you’d heard who’s back in town.”
“Yep,” I said, altering my stride to dodge a pile of vomit. “Actually, I saw her.”
“Fuck off. When?”
“Yesterday. We’re working on the same job.”
Quickly looking both ways, I jogged across the road waiting for Lucas’ response.
“What, nothing to say on the matter?” I asked, as I continued the last few hundred yards to my house.
“Fucking hell,” he groaned. “And how was it?”
“How do you think?” I took my key from the pocket of my shorts and slipped it into the door, letting myself in.
“And how does she look?” Lucas asked.
I just knew he was wiggling his eyebrows in that dirty fucker way he always did when discussing my ex-wife. Lucas had a penchant for tits, and well…Amy had great tits.
“Just like she always did, and please stop those damn thoughts. I’ve told you before it’s disrespectful.” Lucas muttered a petulant sorry. “This is why you don’t have a woman,” I stated. “You can’t keep telling them they’re boring or that they’ve got great tits, it doesn’t go down well.”
“I’ve never told Mia that she’s boring,” he protested.
“I think faking a yawn when she starts talking kind of gives it away.” I walked into my kitchen and pulled open the fridge door, pulling out a bottle of water.
“I did that once and I was pissed. As for Amy, I told her she had nice tits once and I was pissed.”
“I think we have a pattern forming here, Lucas,” I said, before swigging back a mouthful of water.
“I’m just pointing out you make me sound like an unrefined pervert, and I’m really not,” he replied, almost pleading. “It’s alcohol, it changes me.”
“Ladies and gentlemen, that is the summing up for the prosecution.” I laughed quietly and made my way toward the stairs. “So, is there anything else you want, because I really need to get a shower?”
“Fucking hell, I try and be a good mate, letting you know your ex-wife is back in town and all I get is abuse.”
“That’s not abuse, mate, that’s me being a friend and telling you the truth.”
“Whatever, I just wondered if you knew but as you obviously do, that’s fine.”
I let out a chuckle and walked into my bathroom, turning on the shower. “I do appreciate you calling, mate. I know you were only trying to help.”
“I didn’t want you bumping into her and being surprised by it. So, are you going to tell me how it was?”
I sat down on the toilet and started unlacing my trainers. “It wasn’t too bad.” I blew out a breath. “But she looks fucking good Lucas, I’ve got to be honest.”
“You wanted her to look like shit, didn’t you?” he jeered.
“Yeah,” I said on a breathy laugh. “I did, but she doesn’t.”
“She still sweet and cute?”
“Hah, you’re fucking joking, aren’t you? She’s much feistier than I remember. She always knew how to stand up for herself but shit, she’s frostier than a snowman’s bollocks these days.”
“I suppose finding your fairly new husband in bed with another woman can do that to you.”
The fucker, he was smiling and thinking he was funny, I just knew it.
“It wasn’t what she thought, I told you that.” I felt my chest tighten as I thought back to that night and Lauren fucking Proctor. “I was so pissed I could barely walk and she took advantage.”
“I hate to say this Eli, but only a few minutes ago you told me being pissed was no excuse for being a twat.”
“Difference is I didn’t do anything, and you are a twat.”
I didn’t want to be a dick to him or sound defensive but I couldn’t help it, because if truth be told, I had no fucking clue what had happened that night. All I knew was that I adored my wife and never in a million years would have done anything to spoil what we had, least of all with Lauren fucking Proctor.
“Alright,” Lucas cried. “Calm down, I’m pulling your leg. I know you wouldn’t have done anything like that. I’m only laughing about it because I find it totally ridiculous.”
I let out a long breath and kicked my trainers out of the bathroom door and onto the landing.
“I’m just done with trying to defend myself to everyone, especially since the one person I wanted to listen just fucked off and left me and didn’t return for five years.”
Neither of us spoke for a few seconds, and I wondered whether Lucas had ended the call.
“Luc, you still there?”
“Yeah, yeah, just trying to think of something to say that doesn’t make me sound like a bigger twat than I already do.”
I let out a deep laugh and ran a hand over my sweaty face. “Don’t worry about it mate, I’m being stupid. What’s done is done. We’re divorced and I have Mia; time to move on.”
“If that’s what you want,” Lucas replied. “But you could always use working with her as an opportunity to get back into her good books and ultimately her knickers.”
“Lucas,” I groaned. “Now you do sound more of a twat that you did before.”
“Sorry. But it is something to consider.”
I rolled my eyes. “I’m going, I need to shower and get some dinner.”
“You seeing Mia tonight, or do you fancy nipping down to the pub?”
“Neither mate. I’m knackered. I’m going to grab some dinner, watch a bit of TV, and then bed. Maybe catch up at the weekend?”
“Yeah, no problem. See you then.”
“Yeah, see ya.”
“But Eli,” Lucas said before I could hang up.
“What?”
“Don’t let the opportunity go if you still have feelings for her.”
Before I could respond, he was gone, and the line went dead.
I slumped back and looked up at the ceiling as steam from the shower started to filter from the cubicle into the bathroom. Maybe Lucas was right, maybe I should consider trying to talk to Amy about what she thought she’d seen, but somehow, I doubted she’d listen. As I ripped off my sweat soaked running vest, I looked down at the ornate heart tattoo on my chest, it was the one I’d had for her and the one I had never considered getting rid of, even when things had started t
o get serious with Mia. The heart had a lock and key which hung from a ribbon and had the words; ‘When my heart met yours it knew’ written inside it and it was still the favourite of all the tattoos I had. My arms were covered, but I had one tattoo on my body – the one for Amy, over my heart.
When Mia had asked about it, I was ashamed to say I’d passed it off as a generic tatt that had no meaning, but she wasn’t stupid and she knew I’d been married, so it didn’t take a genius to figure it out. Sweet Mia had never questioned it and accepted the tattoo as part of me.
As I looked at the words, my real heart clenched because it was true. The minute I saw Amy I knew she was mine, would always be mine. Even at seventeen I knew she was it. The one. What a fool I’d been, because she wasn’t, we were finished, and as much as it hurt, it was a fact that was never going to change.
Amy
aged 19
As I rounded the corner coming back from the loo, I had an inkling she’d be there, and she didn’t let me down. Ever since our first year in the sixth form, Lauren Proctor had been trying to get Elijah for herself. It didn’t seem to matter to her that he and I had been going out together for almost two years, because any opportunity she got, she’d be hanging off his arm.
As I watched from the dim corner of the pub, I could see Elijah trying to shake her off, but she was like a bloody leech, clinging on for dear life. When she trailed a finger across the tree tattoo that he’d had a few weeks before, Elijah took her hand from his arm and pushed her away, albeit gently, but anyone could see he wasn’t interested – anyone except Lauren.
I knew if I walked over there she’d act all innocent and make her excuses to leave, but I was tired of the same old shit with her. I wanted her to finally get the message from my boyfriend because I needed to stop feeling sick every time he went out without me.
It wasn’t that I didn’t trust him because I did. Elijah had never given me any reason to doubt him, and although I wasn’t living away from home, my university interior design course meant I was often late getting back and had tons of course work to do, so I couldn’t always go out during the week. Whereas Elijah was doing a landscape gardening course at a local agricultural college and had quite a few free hours during the week to get his work done, easily giving him enough time to go out drinking with his friends.
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