Pieces of Us

Chapter 5 From the Inside

Lincoln, 17—September, Year 11

‘Do you think you’ll have sex with him?’ Lily whispers as loud as a foghorn, so just about everyone in our group can hear. Amity shoots her a what-is-wrong-with-you death stare, her luscious cheekbones pinking. They’re defined, but she has these cute squirrel cheeks that I love to pinch when I kiss her.

It’s lunchtime. As usual, our group sits on the grassy hill, the girls clustered together on one side and a bunch of us guys on the other. While I’d love to cuddle Amity in my arms, she’s not huge on public displays of affection, and she rarely sits with us, opting to tutor some younger students at lunch. I wouldn’t say she fits in entirely with my group, but she belongs to me, and she’s Lily’s best friend—even if they are opposites in every way. I can’t get a read on the rest of the girls. I think they like Amity. They’ve never said otherwise, so I assume they’re cool with her dipping in and out.

‘How about I get you a megaphone, so you can shout it to the whole school?’ Amity scolds, throwing her half-eaten cheese and bacon roll at her friend. I smirk at her, my eyes raking up and down her lustful body. She is giving dirty schoolgirl vibes, in her knee-high socks and pinafore uniform that barely contains her growing bust. She complains she’s frumpy, that it makes her look like Miss Trunchbull from Matilda, but she’s crazy. I wish she’d hem it up a little shorter, like the rest of the girls seem to, but I know she’s got her hang-ups about the stretch marks on her thighs.

‘Girl, you’re crazy,’ Billie tosses her hair wistfully. I know it shouldn’t matter, but man, does it make me feel like a king when other girls say stuff like that. Billie is sweet and attractive, and if Amity wasn’t in the picture, I’d probably consider hooking up with her…again. It was one time. Right before I kissed Amity. We got carried away, and I lost my virginity to her. I never told Hart, and I begged Billie not to, either. I know it was unfair to both girls, but I couldn’t risk losing my chance with Amity.

‘Guys, this is way too personal,’ Amity mutters, picking at blades of grass, breaking my shame spiral.

‘But it feels so good!’ Lily squeals, making the girls giggle and the rest of the guys hoot and holler.

It doesn’t bother me that Amity and I are haven’t reach last base yet, but I can’t say that the thought doesn’t make me fuck my hand every chance I get. I’d preferably like to explode inside her warm pussy soon, but I’ll never push her.

‘You can just starfish it, Amity. You won’t even have to do any of the work,’ my mate, Joel, hollers from beside me. It is more than a low blow to dig at Amity’s lack of athleticism, and it makes me immediately defensive.

‘You’re a tool. Don’t say shit like that,’ I warn, shoving his chest. I cringe when I see Amity hang her head in mortification, trying to shrivel inside herself. His comment just reiterates every fear she has about herself.

‘You’re a dick,’ Billie says, while Lily holds Amity’s hand, a guilty and regretful look masking her face, knowing she caused this whole thing.

‘I was just kidding. Lighten up. Gee.’ He looks to the rest of the crew for support.

‘You’re just jealous because Linc gets some on the regular,’ Lily sasses back, making everyone ‘ooh’ and ‘ahh’ like we’re five. Amity shakes her head in disbelief that this is even a discussion we’re all having. It’s one thing for her and the girls to gossip, but it’s quite another for us guys to have some locker talk.

Fed up with being the butt of the joke, she tries to rise gracefully, but she clamours up like a baby giraffe instead. ‘Grow up, guys,’ she fumes, stalking away with her heavy ass bag in tow.

‘You guys are real jerks. Did you have to do that?’ I look around disapprovingly at everyone who laughed or didn’t come to our defence.

‘This is why you’ll always be better than the rest,’ Billie murmurs to me, giving me a small smile, but it looks more like a solemn frown. I know she still has a crush on me, but I’ll never go there again. Especially now that Amity is in the picture. I’m just grateful that she defended her. It makes me realise who’s a genuine friend.

‘Catch you guys later.’ I hop up, chasing after Amity.

Our school isn’t that big, with all classrooms centring around the oval, so there’s really no place for her to hide. I can see her up ahead, walking towards the canteen, no doubt seeking out the comfort of a Freddo Frog.

‘Baby, wait up,’ I shout, making the year sevens snicker. I glance at the group of pre-teens and wonder how I ever was that young. Their uniforms swim on them, and school bags act as weights, anchoring them to the ground most days.

‘It’s fine, Linc.’ Amity’s voice is muffled, her back turned to me. I’m faster, so it takes no time to speed up to her.

‘Hey, hey. Forget about ‘em,’ I say, jerking her to me by the pull of her arm. She hasn’t started crying yet, but her red-rimmed eyes indicate that it could happen at any minute. There is something so extraordinary about her ordinary. Her inky hair severely clashes with the starkness of her bright eyes, but somehow it works. It all works. Especially when her eyes are framed with thick lashes that act as a natural cat eye. She doesn’t put much effort in at school, but why should she? Her hair is in a messy bun, wisps flying around her face, no doubt from the shaking of her head at the ludicrous nature of the conversation that happened back there. She’s too classy to say anything, so knowing her, she’ll internalise and stew on it until she’s ready to combust, but I want to nip it in the bud before we get to that point.

Her pouty lips are pursed. She has something she wants to say.

‘Hart, don’t let them get to you,’ I plead, crossing all the boundaries of what’s appropriate and allowed in a catholic school setting. I’m instantly reminded of this by Mr. McCudden, my PE teacher.

‘Watch those hands, Mr. Hayes. Step away from accosting Miss Hartford, please.’ I roll my eyes but am grateful for the interruption, as it breaks the tension between Hart and I.

Backing away with my hands in surrender, I wait for him to move along. I don’t relish the thought of discussing my sex life—or lack of—in front of him.

There’s a mischievous twinkle in her eyes as she peeks up at me. ‘If only he knew where those hands have been.’ She winks, rendering me speechless. If she’s gunning for me to get a hard-on, she’s going about it the right fucking way. I already need to keep my naughty schoolgirl fantasies in check where she’s concerned.

‘Hart. Why…’ I drag out in pain, knowing I can’t just rub one out before the bell rings.

‘Just saying.’ She shrugs, giving me a sweet smile, as if she hasn’t caused the chub tenting in my pants.

Diverting the conversation back to a safer topic that won’t give me a raging boner, I circle back around to see if she’s okay. I put my hands in my pockets, rocking back and forth. ‘Are you sure you’re okay?’ I ask, tentativeness lacing my voice.

She darts her eyes downwards, hesitatingly biting her lip. I wish it was my teeth sinking into her skin, which doesn’t alleviate my stiffy. A vibrating energy radiates off her, but it doesn’t feel nervous. With a flick of her head to ensure no one is around us, she turns her sultry eyes back to me.

‘I want to have sex with you,’ she purrs. When she gets all sexy and horny, I don’t even think she knows that she does it, but I’m too preoccupied with her words to dwell on how I wish I could record the sounds she makes.

‘You-you…what?’ I stutter. I’m not sure if I heard her correctly.

‘I want to have sex with you.’ I know she says it matter-of-factly, but I’m still having a hard time comprehending that she wants to take the next step. With me. I swallow, buying myself some time so I can find the right words, but there are none. Instead, impulse takes over and I pick her up and swing her around, delighted that she wants my D. ‘Linc! Put me down!’ she laughs giddily, drawing more attention to us. Yelling booms from a number of teachers while students cheer. They’re unaware of what they’re cheering for, but they like the commotion nonetheless.

When I plant her feet back on the pavement, she leans up and chastely kisses me on the cheek, as if she hasn’t already rocked my world. ‘See you later, baby.’ With that, she swirls around, making her skirt do that famous Marilyn Monroe thing, and walks to her next class so she’s nice and early.

It’s taken two weeks to manipulate an evening when we’re completely alone. So many lies had to line up for us to have sex. First, we had to plant the seed that Lily was having a fake party. Then, we had to organise a guy’s night where Uncle Mark would come to ours, under the guise that it would be better if Jasmine stuck to her routine and was in her own home. Once we were sure her dad had left, we looped back to her home, where I asked her to wait in the car for fifteen minutes. But it was all worth it to see Hart bathed in warm candlelight.

I want this to be a night to remember. A night all about her. All about us. I race around her room, setting up candles, hanging fairy lights and making sure two condoms are out of the pack. I press play on some shitty romantic playlist, which I promptly turn down. It’s way too fucking cheesy for my liking.

I can feel her before I can see her. ‘Linc?’ she breathes, taking in her surroundings. I spin around to see her pretty face after placing some tissues on the nightstand.

‘I just wanted to make it special,’ I shrug. Screw what the boys would think if this ever got out. But knowing Hart, she’ll never tell a soul what happens between us.

Looking around, her face glows. ‘I love it,’ she whispers, her emotions choking her from the inside out. I watch her take it in, sitting on the edge of her bed. ‘This is incredible. You’re incredible.’ If only she knew that was how I felt about her. I’ve never said the words out loud, but I’m pretty sure this is what love feels like. When I look at her, I see my past, present and future. My missing link.

I beckon her to join me on her bed. ‘Come here, baby.’ Her face is flushed with anticipation as she slips between my open legs. My fingers lazily roam up and down her thighs and her ass, lifting her flowing maxi dress as I inch further up. ‘Lift your arms.’ With a shaky inhale, she obeys, allowing me to pull the dress over her head and off her. Perfection. I groan at the sight of her simple, strapless bra encasing her breasts and the cotton G-string. ‘How do you feel?’

She steadies her hands on my shoulders. ‘Like I could combust into a supernova at any moment.’

‘And I haven’t even touched you the way I plan to,’ I chuckle, the light pricks of my boyish stubble tickling her stomach as I kiss her. Nipping her skin, my mouth and hands make their way to her chest. Unclasping the strap at the back, it falls loosely between us. Drawing one of her breasts into my mouth, I hear a moan slip out. Her urgency to get me naked eclipses all her senses as she tears her body away from me, pulling my shirt off. There’s a fearlessness in her eyes that mimics mine. Her hands do that cute fumbling thing as she tries to shove down my jeans and boxers. Sitting up, I help her get them both past my ankles.

Her pupils darken to the point that there’s just a rim of jade left in her eyes. Lustfully, she rakes me up and down, pleased as ever to see my cock pointing straight up. With a quick twist of our bodies, I scoot her up the bed, prowling towards her on my hands and knees. I’m aware a tiny triangle and strip of floss is still nestled between her legs, but it won’t be for long.

I slide a hand under her chin, angling her lips to cover mine. I seem like a sap, but goddamn, I could kiss this woman for the rest of my life. I press my weight into the mattress, my chest covering hers. Our kiss is aggressive and possessive, like we’re giving every part of ourselves to each other.

It takes every bit of restraint to pull away, but I need to get her ready. Breaking the kiss to stare down at her swollen lips and trembling body, I’m glad she’s as affected by our chemistry as I am. The corner of her mouth twitches when I slide between her thighs, ripping her G-string from her body. ‘Linc!’ Her outraged gasp makes me laugh, but I can’t wait a second longer to tongue her pussy. It’s an elixir of life. Lifting her legs over my shoulders, I’m once again greeted with one of my addictions. I’ve eaten her out a dozen times, but nothing satiates my hunger for her.

She’s pink, sweet, drenched and glistening. All for me.

‘I need to get you ready, baby. Let me lick your pussy and make you come all over my face, then I’ll fuck you nice and slow, okay?’ She tilts her head and nods. I groan, running my nose over her wetness, inhaling her arousal. ‘Words, baby. I need your words.’ I lift my head and lazily skim the outside of her thighs with my fingertips.

She traps her bottom lip between her teeth, cheekily grinning down at me. ‘Please eat my pussy.’ She’s my undoing. She whimpers as I suck on the tender skin on the apex of her thighs. ‘Please, Linc. Baby, I can’t wait anymore.’ I blow air over her wet, needy, desperate slit. If I’m honest, I’m about to come all over her sheets, but I want to try and prolong her ecstasy for as long as I can.

She jerks as I bite her thigh. ‘Patience, Hart. We have hours.’ She lifts her head to look at me, eyes hungry with need. Her eyes plead for mercy, and it’s only then that I thrust my tongue in her cunt, burrowing as deep as I can.

‘Oh, God. Linc.’ The buck of her hips and the squeals that tear from her throat make me possessed. Sucking her clit into my mouth, I nibble before soothing it with slow licks. I part her opening with my fingers, my tongue continuing its assault. In my mind, I am chanting, ‘This is for her, this is for her,’ so I don’t bust a nut. I need to make her relaxed and wide open. Pushing a finger inside her only makes her sweet cries louder. I probe another digit deeper as my tongue lashes that little bud that is sure to detonate any second. I know her body so well that I know her orgasm is imminent when her body tightens around my fingers. For a moment, I look up at her to see her lips part on a gasping cry. As she clamps down and comes on my face, I savour every burst of pleasure. She’s exquisite. And she’s all mine.

When her pants soften and her body stops quivering, I kiss my way up her body, memorising and savouring every curve that I’ve become obsessed with. ‘Jesus, you’re perfection. I can’t wait to fuck you for the first time, Hart. I need to make every part of you mine.’ A blush stains her cheeks, like two red apples. My throbbing hard-on is beating wildly, begging me to find a release. With a final nuzzle of her neck, sucking in her sweet jasmine scent, I reach for a condom. Her eyes are fixated on my every movement.

She strokes my length as I fumble with tearing this impossible square packet. Normally, I’d never have an issue ripping something as cheap and flimsy as this, but with her hands on me, I can barely concentrate. ‘Will you quit teasing me so I can put this on?’ I growl, making her giggle.

Eventually, after much frustration, the lubricated latex is in my grasp. ‘Do you want to put it on me, baby?’ With a shake of her head, she declines. I know she’s never done this before, but I want her to feel comfortable next time.

Placing the tip on my head, I reach for her hands and glide them under mine, both of us rolling it so it fits snuggly over my length. What I wouldn’t give to fuck her bare, but that is not a conversation I’ve had with her yet, and both of us would never risk the consequences.

With one hand on my cock and another behind her neck, I guide myself between her legs.

‘This is it, baby. It’s going to hurt a little, but I’ve got you. I’ve always got you.’ She nods as I press a kiss to her forehead. Gently easing my way into her, I listen to her pants as I push in further. ‘Are you mine?’ The second she nods, I crash my mouth to hers and drive in until I’m buried inside her. I swallow her cries as I feel her tear. Christ. She feels so fucking good. Too fucking good. ‘I want to fuck you like a beast, baby, but I need to know you’re okay first.’ It’s not exactly what I anticipated to say, but my hormonal teenage mind isn’t quick enough to be eloquent.

‘I’m okay, Linc,’ she strains as her grip tightens on my shoulders, nails digging into my skin. I let her get used to me with a few leisurely strokes before I pick up the pace. I’ve only done this once, so I don’t think my stamina is going to impress too much, but it’s the last thing I’m thinking about; I’m desperate to watch her come again. Her whimpers morph into cries, growing louder with each slam. Sucking a hickey into her neck, I shower her with a traipse of kisses all the way to her mouth, relishing her mewls.

‘Fuck. Fuck me, baby.’ It’s too much. I’m incapable of holding off. With a last squeeze of her pussy, we both fall off the ledge together into an unending oblivion of pleasure. She clutches my ass in a vice-like grip, holding me to her as I spill every bit of cum into the condom.

When the torrent of exhilaration slowly fades, I press my sweaty forehead to hers, trying to catch my breath. Her eyes are satedly closed as she basks in the aftermath.

‘Mmm, that’s what I’ve been missing out on?’ She lets out a small laugh, her eyes opening and finding mine in drowsy contentment. The way she’s looking at me is like she sees the rest of our lives together.

I’m feeling too much in this moment, so I cover my mouth with hers until we’re both robbed of breath.