I kissed him again and that's when it happened.
“Oh fuck, Charlotte, I'm coming!” I bounced up and down a couple times to let him finish.
I lifted off of him and let his flaccid penis fall out. I collapsed next to him and Ronnie was out of breath. He pulled the condom off, rolled down the window, and threw it out into the sand. I pictured a little girl playing in the sand and discovering this latex monstrosity the next day.
Ronnie drove me home in silence. That was pretty terrible sex. I'd never been with a guy who finished so quickly. We were barely getting started. I figured that Ronnie was embarrassed and I wanted to cheer him up.
“Don't worry about it, Ronnie. It was our first time together. I'm sure you'll last longer when we get more experience with each other.
Ronnie promptly pulled the car over a couple blocks from my house. His face was full of anger. “Get out of the car.”
“What?” I asked in disbelief.
Ronnie turned towards me. “Get out of the car,” he repeated.
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“It's over, Charlotte,” he said in a dull tone.
“You gotta be fucking kidding me! First you tell me that you love me and now you want to break up. It doesn't make any sense. You're the one who can't please a woman.”
Ronnie put his hand up like he was about to smack me across the face. That's when I knew it was time to go. Without saying another word, I walked home with tears streaming down my face. I didn't love Ronnie but I cared about him. Cared enough to let him sleep with me.
The realization that we broke up hit me hard and I could barely hold myself up as I walked. So many houses passed by as I droned on and on. I came to my home and I didn't want to go inside. I didn't want to face the reality that I was alone again.
I walked through the door and my step stepdad, Liam, was sitting on the couch in the living. “Is something wrong, Charlotte? Are you okay?” he asked, getting up from the couch to check on me.
My mom divorced my real father when I was only five years old. She got remarried to Liam almost immediately. He was the polar opposite of my stepdad; strong, tall, and rich. I could see why my mom wanted to get married so quickly again.
Liam was the man who raised me and when my mom wanted to divorce him, I took his side. I didn't want to stay with a woman who was going to continually marry and divorce all the time. It didn't matter too much who I stayed with anyways because I only had one more year of high school and then I was off to college.
“I'm all right, it's just that, Ronnie broke up with me.” Liam's face turned sour. I wiped the bubbling snot from my nose with the sleeve of my shirt.
“I'm so sorry, Charlotte,” he said, taking me in his arms.
“Thank you,” I said, letting the tears really flow now.
We sat down on the couch while I told him the full story.
“That bastard,” Liam exclaimed. “Do you want me to go kick his ass? Nobody does that to a daughter of mine.”
His offer was tempting. “No please,” I said, trying to calm him down. “It will just make things worse. I still have to see him around school.”
“Well you just say the word and I'll eat that little kid for lunch.”
I kissed Liam on the cheek and thanked him. He held my hand and I felt an electricity between us that had never been there before. He looked me deep in the eyes and I felt drawn to him. I leaned in and closed my eyes, expecting his lips to touch mine.
But then he suddenly pushed me away. I realized what we were about to do and my face flooded with redness. “I think I'm going to go to bed now,” I told him.
Liam tried to avoid eye contact. “Don't worry about that little prick, Ronnie. He doesn't deserve you.”
Do you deserve me?
“Thank you, goodnight.”
“Goodnight honey,” he replied.
I went up to my room, more confused now than ever. I sat down in front of my mirror and began taking my makeup off. My eyes were swollen from crying so much and my sleeves were drenched with tears. I took off my clothes and slipped under the cool sheets of my bed.
I took a deep breath and relaxed. Ronnie was an idiot if he wanted to dump me. He was the guy who couldn't even last a second during sex. The idea of spreading some nasty rumors about him invaded my thoughts. I could get back at him really good if I wanted to.
But I needed to move on. The more I thought about him, the harder it would be to let go.
I was still so unsatisfied from our sexual encounter. The confusion with Liam only made it worse. My hand traveled down until I reached my panties. I pictured Liam's naked figure and my body swelled with adrenaline.