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  As soon as I bent down and replaced my fingers with my tongue, she screamed out louder, “Carl! Don’t stop.”

  She didn’t have to say that, because that was the last thing I planned to do. My tongue smoothly moved around her pussy, not leaving a single part of it untouched. She tasted even better than I thought she would.

  Sweeter.

  Chapter Four

  Michelle

  I held on to the edges of the bed, expecting him to put his cock inside of me, not his tongue. I had never been touched this way and, as he kept swirling his tongue inside my pussy, I wanted to cry out even more, but I couldn’t.

  There was only one person in the house. One that could wake and tell both mom and dad what we were up to and that was my little Mia, next door.

  I pulled the pillow over my head as I screamed into it, trying not to be loud, but it was so hard, because what he was doing to me felt so good, unreal as if this was my first time being with a boy. It wasn’t, but I had never had a man put his tongue down there, only his dick. It was a completely different sensation.

  I’d thought that Carl wasn’t a virgin, but he was growling and eating me as if I was a tub of ice cream or something and, when he hit my G-spot, oh my, that just made me orgasm, over and over again.

  It just made him want to do it again, and I didn’t want him to stop. I certainly didn’t want my parents to come back and find us like this; I had no idea of time and, as I climaxed one more time, I didn’t care.

  He stopped for a minute and when I looked up, he was unbuckling his belt. His pants dropped and in seconds his cock was exactly where his tongue had been only a few moments ago. Our time together was better than I thought it would be. He still had his shirt on, but as he entered me, I relaxed and it was only then I could tell that he didn’t know what to do.

  I took deep breaths as the sensation of his cock going up and down sent waves through me. But it was awkward, just like my first time. He moved to the side and then he was moving up and down.

  He was trying to pleasure me, or maybe himself?

  “Carl, relax,” I said slowly, hoping that he would take a step back and just enjoy it.

  It was then that he looked at me, like an innocent child, and I held his hand and wrapped my legs around his body and I started to take deep breaths. He still had his pants around his ankles, and they jingled as he moved up and down.

  I didn't want him to stop.

  I couldn’t spoil the moment, if only for a few minutes.

  I wanted him to come inside of me. I whispered, “Slowly.” As the words escaped my mouth he started to relax and not tense up so much. He was taking risks and it was sending me into seventh heaven. I pressed my lips against his and then he opened his mouth and moved his tongue inside my mouth with the same rhythm as his body.

  We were making sweet harmony as his hand gently grabbed my lips and he positioned himself in such a way that his cock felt as if it was hitting every corner of my tunnel.

  I sighed as his tongue greeted my mouth and he started to pant harder. I knew what that meant. He was coming and I was going to enjoy every inch of his climaxing. I didn’t want this moment to end. I wished that my parents were away for a weekend and he could stay wrapped up in my arms, naked, and that we could be exploring each other’s bodies. I had thought about taking tonight slowly, that tonight we would hit first base.

  And then the second time we would go to second base.

  But the idea of not touching him, of not feeling his cock fill up my walls, made me rush things and I didn’t regret it as he started to shake. I knew as he flopped on top of me that he had reached the edge.

  He smiled as he said, “I’ve still got my clothes on.”

  I jerked my head forward to see the clock. We had been together for more than an hour. I had timed tonight perfectly, but exploring his body would have to wait. Knowing that he had the pleasure of mine would make me sleep like a baby tonight.

  “I need to go, right?”

  I nodded, unable to say anything. After what we had just experienced, we turned shy. He moved to the side of the bed and I ran around my room trying to pick up my underwear and dress. I started putting on my panties and bra. The light was still on and we smiled when we were both fully clothed, unsure what to say; it wasn’t a romantic setting like in the movies. I picked up the condom up from the floor and smiled. “You forgot to use this.”

  He suddenly became really serious, “Yes, we need to be careful.”

  I choked, “It was only one time. The likelihood of it happening after one time is pretty slim. Besides, I should have my period tomorrow. Less likely to happen then.”

  I had spoken too much, it was written all over his face.

  “You seem like you’re an expert on everything.” He stared at the condom.

  I took his hands and wrapped them around me to distract him. We had time for one kiss, one hug and maybe a little more. I was going to turn him into a stallion, show him the real joys that we could experience as one. He didn’t even know it yet. After a few meetings with me, he wouldn’t question anything, including only wanting to be mine.

  Chapter Five

  Carl

  I got out of Michelle’s house just in time, after we kissed and hugged a bit more. The night kept flashing through my mind. The fact that she’d screamed as if she’d been raised in a brothel. She knew how to please a man, and everything about her exterior, such as her dressing and her mannerisms, was completely different behind closed doors.

  I started to wonder about her experience, but was too shy to ask her outright. I was distracted whenever I saw her. I could never ask the question that always popped up in my mind when I was alone: “Michelle, how do you know so much about sex?”

  It really bugged me. Part of me felt that it was jealousy, the idea that she had experienced everything with someone else before me. The other part just wanted to know her, find out what made her tick, because to me she was still a mystery. One that I wanted to discover and explore. Whenever I tried to talk to her at school, someone would always make fun of me, tease me about wanting to pop her cherry.

  Every guy had wanted to do that after the summer. I thought that I was the lucky guy, the one that had gone all the way with Michelle. She was the priest’s daughter, the one that no guy could look at, let alone touch.

  She had a couple of friends, but even then it was debatable if they were her friends or just pawns that were picked out by her parents. Everything in her life seemed controlled and then I thought about me.

  I had felt sorry for her in the past. I’d thought that she was being brought up in a cage, but I soon started to realize that my life was no different. In fact, for an eighteen-year-old boy, it was even worse.

  “Why do you keep looking at her?” Mom asked as we sat in church. Michelle had turned around a couple of times and each and every time I wanted to go over to her. Kiss her. Tell her that the last few days had been so painful seeing her in school and not being able to do more than exchange a smile. I wanted to talk to her. Lift up her dress and squeeze that perky ass when I saw her bent over after she dropped her books. I didn’t think that meeting during choir practice was enough. The choir was so damn bad that even once a week wouldn’t help them. Only a miracle would do that.

  “Mom, can I not look around in church?”

  She shook her head. “Not when Father Roger’s talking. Not when you keep looking at her. Not when she keeps smiling at you.”

  Dad had often said that Mom had eyes in the back of her head, but until now, I’d never really thought it was true. That was because, until this moment, I had done everything like a good little boy. I went to practice, I played football, I studied like crazy and I talked dirty with my friends and pretended that we were some wild group of guys.

  But we were all living a lie. There was nothing dirty about anything we did. We were the saddest bunch of football guys in the world. We lived in a small town, and did nearly everything by the book. We never d
rank alcohol, and not one of our families even bought the stuff. My parents didn’t drink, it was against their religion, just like most of the parents in the team. Dwight’s were the only ones that bought beer and had a social life which didn’t involve the church.

  As for Mom, it was simply church. Her other job was making sure that Dad and I stayed in line. That was all. Housekeeping and her two boys, which was part of the reason I was dying to leave home. Yet, I had a feeling that I wasn’t the only one. Dad had been acting weird lately, staying at work longer than usual, and there was even a rumor that he frequently left town. I started to wonder if I was the only one leaving next fall or if he was too? Everything was changing, but I didn’t realize how fast.

  “Just remember, next year you’ll be in college away from here, you wouldn’t want that to change.”

  She sounded like a broken record, repeating the same thing over and over again. She said the same words when I said that I was going to Dwight’s to study, because I needed help with algebra. She said the same words when I said that I was going out to the store. Every waking moment was a reminder of college next year.

  “I don’t need reminding. Don’t you get fed up of saying the same thing over and over again?” My voice rose and I didn’t care who heard me. I was fed up of Mom pushing me around in the house as if she owned us all.

  Sure, I was her child and she had given birth to me.

  But what happened to respect?

  She still treated me as if I was five years old, which had been great back then, but now I needed more than that. I had been quiet for too long.

  “Well, if you want to go and sleep with that whore, then be my guest,” she snarled through her teeth as she gripped my arm.

  I hated her for her words and her attitude. “Don’t you dare call her that!”

  We were the center of attention in church. Even with her matching pink dress and hat, with the body of what she deemed perfect; this week she was far from perfect and I loved it. I knew that it was killing her inside to be humiliated like this, but I didn’t care. I was fed up with her, so much so that it gave me joy knowing that she hated what was going on right now. Her eyes lit up, her face was bright red.

  “Well, you think that Mia’s her sister… that was baby number one,” she swayed her hips from left to right. “You gonna give her baby number two?”

  She had kept her voice low, but that didn’t stop Father Roger from coming down from the pulpit and telling us to take it outside. It was clear from the congregation’s reactions that they were happy with our little performance.

  Everyone hated my mom, I knew it. She knew it too, but she claimed that it was jealousy. It wasn’t that. Even Dad sat down, too scared to stand up to Mom. I looked at Michelle who looked concerned. I had to get out of there, I couldn’t breathe. I had seen Michelle with Mia, but assumed like everyone else that she was her sister.

  Then memories of her in the bedroom on Thursday, the way she had seemed so knowledgeable flashed through my mind, and I knew that it was true and I hated Mom even more. I stormed out of church like a cat in heat and vowed never to step inside again.

  I didn’t want to see any one of them in there again, with their false pretenses of being good Christians; the moment they stepped outside they were far from it. They were all hypocrites. As for Mom, I would deal with her later.

  But one thing was for sure, I was going to college and getting as far away from this town as possible.

  Chapter Six

  Michelle

  I had been waiting for today like crazy. I knew that Carl would be at school today. I didn’t sleep, couldn’t think or eat. Why had Carl stormed out of church like that? He was an animal on the field, but off the field he was a little pussycat and that was what attracted me to him. Knowing that underneath it all, he played this big quarterback but that wasn’t really who he was deep inside.

  Yet, after the church performance that he’d given yesterday I wasn’t so sure. Dad went to their house last night and Carl’s mom said that he still wasn’t back home. He had gone as far as to turn his cell phone off. He’d never said what the argument was about, but it was clear that it had something to do with me.

  His mom had kept cutting her eyes at me as if I was a piece of dirt. I heard the word ‘whore,’ and the congregation had cried out in outrage, but really they loved it.

  There was nothing in town apart from one movie theater, one bowling alley, a couple of bars and diners. Nothing exciting ever happened in any of those places. There was more entertainment in the nearest town, the bigger one, where people went to indulge their deepest desires.

  Here, everyone pretended that they were good and pure. All the teenagers were dying to leave and go to college and I knew that Carl was one of them. As for me, I wasn’t allowed. I had to stay here until I finished high school and Dad could find a suitable man for me. I knew what he meant really was someone who would take me.

  I heard them whispering from time-to-time, not the kids, just the parents. Talking about whether Mia was really my daughter and not my sister. Only my parents knew the truth and, unless they admitted it, no one would ever know. Or that was what I’d thought until now, because I was wondering if that was the reason that Carl and his mom were arguing. Were they really arguing because of me?

  I stood in the hallway like a lost sheep. My friends were talking to me about the same old things; the service and the parts of it which they didn’t understand, and if I could clarify it for them. They seemed to think that I cared what Dad said, when they didn’t have a clue how I felt about him. I wanted to get married, just to get away from him, just to get out of this town, but that would mean not watching my little girl grow up. Watching from the sidelines as I had done to date, pretending that I was babysitting my sister. Watching her walk for the first time and trying not to act like the proudest mom in the world. I didn’t know how long I could go on like this. The whole idea of it was killing me. I had spent one year out of school after church summer camp last year. That was when I’d met him. That was when I’d lost my virginity and become a devil. I knew one way or another the whispers would start.

  I was their only daughter, because my mom struggled to maintain a pregnancy for the whole nine months. Four miscarriages later and she finally had me and she deemed it a miracle. Ever since I was a teenager, my Dad had deemed it the work of the devil. He’d argued with Mom about how she’d managed to stay pregnant with me, when it had failed so many times before. He’d told her that she must have used demonic ways to conceive me, and that was the reason for my birth.

  He never felt this way when I was young and innocent, but the day he found out that I was pregnant was the day he soon changed his mind about how he felt about his only daughter.

  That was the day I saw my dad’s true colors.

  Memories were flooding my mind when I saw Carl.

  “Hey,” I said to Carl as I stood in front of him, expecting him to at least reply or say something back.

  Instead, he looked me up and down and walked past me, making sure that I knew that he didn’t want to talk to me.

  I felt as if the ground had swallowed me up, but I was determined to talk to him. I excused his behavior as being juvenile, but I thought he would think twice about it if I tried again. I heard my friends calling me, warning me about approaching him again. They didn’t know what had happened last week, they hadn’t been in my bedroom. They never saw how he touched me, caressed my body and kissed me. They thought that this was a schoolgirl crush, but it was more than that. It was love, and I knew that he felt the same way too.

  “Carl?” I held on to his arm.

  He spat back, “Let me go, whore.”

  That word again. It had been said in church and somehow he’d believed it. I ran down the hallway so fast, I didn’t care if I was late for class. I didn’t care if I never sat down in this stupid school ever again. The man I loved had just called me a whore and it hurt so bad. Even the punishment of my dad couldn’t be
worse than what I was feeling right now.

  Chapter Seven

  Carl

  I sounded like my frigging mom. I had no grounds for what I had said to her. My mom had said that it was a rumor and even the guys sighed as I said it.

  “She doesn’t even look at another guy, let alone talk to them. You shouldn’t have said that to her. You were way out of line.”

  Dwight had a point. If Mom’s claims were real, then why did every guy want to get with her, but none of them had ever had a chance? If they had, they would have bragged about it. One thing about guys in our school was they loved to talk, so much more than the girls.

  I shook my head as class started and I didn’t hear a word. The autumn leaves were falling outside and, as the cool wind breezed through them, the sadness on Michelle’s face entered my mind.

  “Maybe, Mr. Owen, would you like to tell us how the theme of love is dealt with in Romeo and Juliet?” Mr. Harris asked as he started to move away from his desk and head in my direction.

  Shoot, I never read the book. I’d meant to just get the summary version on the Internet, because I had been so caught up in Michelle. Reading about love was the last thing on my mind, especially when all I had been doing was feeling it, until now.

  “Well, the theme is dealt…”

  Dwight interjected, like the typical hero trying to rescue the day. The same way he did on the field as the brilliant linebacker that he was. He was always protecting us on the field and making sure that none of us got hurt.

  “Not you, Mr. Robinson, I was talking to your football colleague, Mr. Owen!”

  I hated that Mr. Harris called all of us by our surnames, when none of the other teachers did - and the fact that he had no clue about football. Dwight and I were not football colleagues, but players. I wanted to correct him and put him in his place, but I knew that it would get me into more trouble. Dwight was being the typical best friend and stepping in for me, the problem was it just highlighted the fact that I hadn’t read the book. I didn’t have a clue about how to answer the question.