I straightened and rained kisses up her stomach. She slid off the counter and went to her knees in front of me. I watched in awe as she undid my belt. She took her time. I suspected she was paying me back for teasing her. When my belt was undone, she slid it out of my belt loops. It hummed against my jeans, and she dropped it on the ground. Then she popped open the button of my fly and undid the zipper.
She tugged my jeans down. All the while she stared up at me. Her eyes looked even bigger from this angle. I stood before her in my boxers. She worked those down my legs too. I was erect between us, and she soaked in the sight of me. She took her time, expressing no sense of urgency, as she took me in her hand and began stroking me.
Then she leaned in close and ran her tongue over the head of my dick. She never looked away from me, even when she opened her mouth and closed her lips around my cock. She pushed me deep into her throat. She sucked me, slowly at first, and then worked her way to a faster rhythm that had me willing her not to stop.
She didn't. She kept going, her wet mouth feeling way too good. She dragged her tongue up the bottom of my shaft and swirled it around the head. I began to rock my hips slowly. When she started rubbing herself, I lost it.
I pulled her up to her feet. I turned her around and bent her over. She braced herself against the counter as I slid inside her. She moaned and wiggled her hips, showing me her ass. I loved her ass. I always had. I squeezed it, pressing my fingers into the muscle.
Then, without thinking, I slapped it. She yelped in surprise and then giggled with delight as I continued fucking her. I slapped her again, and she let out a breathless whimper. She was so hot. Way too hot.
I squeezed her ass again. I loved fucking her from behind. There was no better view in the world. And I loved putting my hands all over her. The feeling of her ass beneath my palms drove me wild. I bucked against her, and suddenly we were both spiraling. Her breaths became ragged until she was crying out with pleasure. I fucked her all the way through her orgasm until I blew my load in her pussy.
She remained bent over the counter, gasping for breath when we were done. I slapped her ass again, this time a little lighter, and she looked at me over her shoulder as she straightened up.
She bent and gathered her clothes from the floor. Then she handed me my clothes, too. She stood before me, holding her sweater and leggings to her chest. She wouldn't look me in the eye when she started talking.
"I didn't invite you over for the sex," she said. "I wanted to tell you something."
"Oh?" I said.
She looked at her feet. "I don't really know how to start. I think maybe it would be best if I show you. I'll be right back, okay?"
"Sure," I said, a little hesitant.
I watched her head into her bedroom. She closed the door behind her. I heard her run the water in her bathroom as I got dressed.
She came back into the kitchen a few minutes later. There was a pale pink book in her hand, and it was open. She was staring down at it. I could see she was chewing the inside of her cheek. This was a nervous habit of hers I had become used to ages ago.
She pushed the book into my hands.
"What's this?" I asked.
"My old diary from high school," she said.
"I thought you didn't want me reading this anymore," I said, still trying to catch her eye.
She wouldn't look at me. "I know. But there's something in there you need to know. Something I should have told you a long time ago. I don't know how to say it, so I thought you should read it. Please keep in mind this was a long, long time ago. And nothing happened from it. It doesn't change anything."
"Alright," I said, not sure I wanted to know what was written on the page anymore.
I looked down at it and mustered the courage to start reading.
Saturday, August 14th
Dear Diary,
I lost my virginity tonight. I hadn't planned it. It just sort of happened. It was like people say. One thing led to another, and suddenly we were both naked, and he was climbing on top of me. I didn't stop him. I didn't want to. I wanted to have sex with him. All of my friends have lost their virginity already. They've been talking about it for at least a year. They keep telling me that it will be worth the wait, but I haven't liked being the only one who hadn't done it.
I felt like I was excluded. That's stupid. I know.
But the boy I wanted to lose it to would never choose me, anyway. So, in the end, I decided it didn't matter who it was. It might as well have been his older brother before it was anyone else.
His parents were away for the weekend. Steven wasn't home. He was with a girl, probably Allison Kinney. Andrew told me he would drive me home in the morning after we had some drinks. Their parents have a fully stocked liquor cabinet that they never check. We were in his bedroom. It was the middle of the night. No one was in the house.
We moved to the bed. I was wearing a skirt. I pulled it up for him. I was wearing my favorite panties. You know, the black ones with the little jewel on the front? My bra matched, too. I was ready. We were both ready.
He asked me so many times if I was sure. He was so kind. I promised him I was. I wanted to have sex.
He climbed on top of me. He fingered me first. He told me virgins couldn't jump right into sex. He told me it would hurt. I believed him. I trusted him. He was good with his hands. I remember Melissa telling me this was important in a guy.
When I was wet enough, as Andrew said, he unzipped his pants. His dick was huge. Way bigger than what I had been expecting. He was gentle. He put it in me slowly. It hurt. But not for long. Once he was inside me for a few minutes the pain disappeared. It felt good. He took his time. He made sure I wasn't in pain.
He finished inside me. I hadn't wanted that to happen. We both had forgotten about condoms. I'm not on birth control. I should have told him. I can't believe I didn't tell him. I shouldn't have had so many drinks.
But it was my first time. No one gets pregnant on their first time, right? That only happens in the movies, or in those pamphlets the abstinence people hand out in front of churches? I don't know. Maybe we shouldn't have done it.
Maybe I wasn't ready. I thought I was.
I don't know what I'm going to do now.
Steven will be so mad at me.
I looked up at Allie. She was watching me without blinking. Her eyes were wet, and her hands were clasped together under her chin. I couldn't think of a damn thing to say that would summarize how I was feeling.
She had fucked my brother ten years ago, and neither of them had said a word of it since.
Allie sniffed and wiped her eyes. "The next page. Keep reading."
I didn't want to. For God's sake, I didn't want to. But I did. I turned the page and kept going.
Saturday, August 21st
I'm pregnant. I'm pretty sure. I didn't want to write anything until now because putting it on paper makes it feel so real. I can't believe I let this happen. How could I have been so stupid? All because I wanted to know what sex was like. I wanted to know what I was missing out on.
I told Andrew. He's scared, I can tell. He's scared, but he's being so kind.
He told me he would help me. He said he would stand by me, no matter what happened. He even offered to tell my parents with me. He offered to tell Steven for me.
I couldn't let him do that.
I couldn't let Steven find out like that.
I've made a terrible mistake. I'm only sixteen. I can't do this.
Thursday, August 26th
I skipped fourth period today. Andrew picked me up at the park and drove me to the clinic. He had booked me an appointment with the doctor to get a pregnancy test. He said it would be better if we knew for sure, then we could plan appropriately. He said I needed to take care of myself if I was pregnant.
He sat with me while the doctor went and did the test. I was so scared. He hugged me while I cried. He made me feel better.
When the doctor came back, he told us the results were negative. I've never felt so relieved. I couldn't believe it. Everything is okay. It's all going to be okay. I'm not pregnant. Andrew and I are so relieved.
After, when we were sitting in his car, Andrew asked me what I wanted to do about the whole thing.
I told him I didn't want anyone to ever find out. Especially Steven. No one could ever know what had happened. Andrew promised me that he wouldn't say a word to anyone. I hope he can keep that promise.
Dear Diary. Things will be okay. I won't ever make this mistake again. I'm going to be okay.
I felt like I had just been punched in the gut by a fist made of rock. Allie was still standing in front of me teary eyed. She spoke my name softly. I didn't answer. There wasn't anything I could say right now that wouldn't hurt her.
I wanted to yell. I wanted to break something.
Instead, I closed the diary and put it on the counter. Well, no, I slammed it down. Allie jumped and sniffled, and I brushed by her and made for the door.