Resentment(22)

I gasp as he does it repeatedly, as he slips another finger inside of me and spreads my legs a bit wider.

I can feel how wet I am against his fingers. The way his fingers are going in and out of me is making me arch toward him. I don’t want him to stop what he’s doing. It feels so good.

He opens a condom and puts it on, and then he leans over me. “You are so fucking beautiful, Mia.” His lips find mine and he kisses me more gently than he ever has before.

Putting his hands on my thighs, he positions his cock and then he slowly pushes himself inside of me.

I shut my eyes as he forces himself deeper, as I feel a mix of pain and pleasure.

“Am I hurting you?” he whispers. “Do I need to stop?”

“No...No, don’t stop.”

He slides into me until he’s completely inside and then he grabs my hands, entwining them with his.

“Mia, look at me.”

Even though I still feel kind of shy, I open my eyes and stare back into his.

Not saying anything else, he slowly moves in and out of me, making me moan with every stroke, making me squeeze his hands tighter.

“Dean...” I whisper as he speeds up a bit. “Dean...”

“Yes?”

I moan even louder as he kisses my lips. Even though Autumn has told me about her first time, this is not what I expected. She had told me about the pain and everything, but she didn’t adequately describe how good the other part would feel.

As our rhythm starts to get even faster and deeper, I start to feel my body molding to his and tingles running up and down my spine. It feels so good, and his soft kisses are making me moan even louder.

“Ahhh...Dean...” I shut my eyes as he squeezes my hands one last time and stiffens on top of me. He kisses me as he comes, being careful not to collapse on top of me, as I still adjust to how he feels inside of me.

Several seconds later, he pulls out of me and tosses the condom away in the trash next to the bed.

I’m unable to speak. I’m unsure of what to even say.

“Are you okay?” He lays next to me and drapes his arm around me. “Mia?”

I stare up at the ceiling.

“Mia?”

I still say nothing, so he flips a switch on the night-stand’s lamp.

“Mia, talk to me.” He rolls me on top of him.

I smile, still speechless.

“Mia, what are you thinking about?” He kisses me, looking completely concerned. “Tell me...”

“I’m thinking that I’d like to do that again.”





Chapter 8


MIA

It’s been four days since that night at Dean’s place, and I’m lying in my bed staring at the ceiling, happily thinking about how we had sex three times and each time felt better than the last. I may now be more obsessed with sex than Autumn. (Okay, no, that’s impossible.) I thought we would get a chance to do it again at his place today, but the football team is three counties over for a holiday scrimmage against West High.

Autumn is supposed to come over later so I can tell her all about it over homemade s’mores, but that may get awkward since she said her mom is coming along with her. (She’s apparently not allowed out of her mom’s sight for the rest of senior year.)

Regardless, if I can’t tell her about the sex part, I can tell her about the way Dean kissed me when he dropped me off in the early morning hours of Christmas. How he helped me climb back inside the window, and before it shut completely, he asked me to be his date to prom.

It didn’t take me more than a second to say yes.

I roll across my bed and replay the memory again and again. It’s not until hours later that I get contact with the outside world again via a text from Autumn.

AUTUMN: Change of plans. (Ugh.)

MIA: What’s wrong? ( : -( )

AUTUMN: My mom says I can’t come to your place. She’s taking me to Bible Study instead. (She also raided my underwear drawer and left me with only white and beige panties :-/ )

MIA: OMG, seriously? (I have no words.)

AUTUMN: Yeah, now I’m counting down the days until high school is over. Now that you have a free day, what are you going to do?

MIA: Hang around at home, I guess...Dean has a game tonight.

AUTUMN: Okay so...Why don’t you go to the game?

MIA: It’s three counties over.

AUTUMN: A one hour drive if you take McClellan Lane. (Don’t text me until you’re there and acting like a real girlfriend) (Okay, no. You can definitely text me. I’ll need a distraction during my “return to Jesus” moments at church tonight. BAHAHAHA!)

I laugh and quickly get dressed, grabbing the keys to my mom’s old car. I’ve only driven it a few times when I needed to run a quick errand, but I figure since she’s at work, I’ll be back before she returns.