Chapter 9 Cody
Twenty minutes later I’ve parked my car far enough down the driveway of Cameron Ranch where Georgia lives to avoid drawing any attention, especially from my uncle Wylie or Aunt Stevie should they wake up.
That’d be the biggest ass whooping of my life.
Stealthily, I make my way around the side of the house to the deck where I immediately spot Mae.
She's wearing tiny sleeping pajama shorts, her blonde hair cascading in waves, seemingly dried that way from the swim she took in the pond.
From where I'm located a few feet away, I can see her nipples protruding through the thin fabric of her tank top as she stares out over my uncle and aunt’s back yard, leaning back with a smile across her face.
“Hi,” I whisper.
“Hi,” she smiles.
“Mind if I join you?”
She nods and moves over to make space for me on the patio couch.
“Did you have a good birthday?
“The best,” she says sighing, “It got me thinking about how much I despise the way my parents control my life. Now that I'm eighteen years old, I wonder if that will change."
I nod. The little that Mae has shared about her reason for transferring to Lonestar Junction has caused me to have minimal interest in ever meeting her parents and the people who pull the strings on her life.
She’s always kept the details to a minimum, but I can tell when she’s speaking about them that they seem to have plans for her that might not align with what she wants to do.
"I thought you and Wilder were joining us for a swim tonight?”
“My dad and mom said we needed to leave you and Georgia alone.”
She smiles. “That’s probably for the best, but I wouldn’t have minded.”
We sit silently, me gazing into those pretty blue eyes she has that are so striking I feel like I could get lost in them.
I clear my throat trying to think of how to bring this up without seeming like a total creep.
“Sorry about… you know, earlier. I noticed you two weren't in the pool when we got home from the rodeo, and I wanted to make sure you were okay. It’s dark back there and Georgia doesn’t always think with her head about safety and wild animals. "
She smiles. “That’s okay. I didn’t say anything to Georgia about seeing you.”
“I figured. If Georgia caught wind of that, she’d probably end your friendship. Or my life.”
She laughs. “I don’t think Georgia would have done that. It’s not like you’ve made any indication that you're interested in me...” her voice trails off as her eyes cast downward.
I raise a brow. Is that really what she thinks? “Mae, look at me.”
She turns slowly to gaze into my eyes, vulnerability and hesitation lingering there.
“Am I not making it obvious enough to you?”
She chews on the bottom of her lip, eyes darting anywhere but to meet my gaze.
Those lips.
"If I haven't made it clear, Mae, I'm into you.
You're beautiful, and it's not just about looks.
From what little I know about you, you are funny, kind, and generous.
And despite teasing Georgia, my cousin's pretty discerning when it comes to people’s character.
She doesn't keep anyone around who isn't genuinely good at heart, even if she knows I’m hitting on that person, and I get the feeling Georgia can tell I’m into you too. "
Mae blushes like she has a tough time taking a compliment and that only fuels my desire for her more.
I lean in, bringing my face closer to hers, and watch as her eyes lift to meet mine. There’s something about her—something soft, untouched in a way that has nothing to do with naivety and everything to do with the quiet resilience she carries.
From the moment I met her, I was drawn in. She’s a little sheltered, a little wounded, but sharp in a way that catches you off guard. And I wish she could see—really see—that I’d never want to dim that fire simmering just beneath her surface. Not like the people in her life have tried to.
I don’t want to mold her into something smaller, something more convenient. I want her to figure out what she wants, to chase it, to find the dreams she might not even know she has yet. And more than anything, I want to stand beside her while she does it.
I don’t want to take from her. I want to add to her.
“Stop me if you don’t want me to do this, Mae,” I whisper, “but I’d love to kiss the birthday girl that I’ve been crushing on for the past few weeks.”
She nods nervously and closes her eyes as I bring my lips in closer, brushing them against hers tentatively to get her comfortable.
Slowly, her lips press to mine where I gently part, sweeping my tongue across her bottom lip to open.
She does and then sighs with her whole body against me as if I’m the one thing that’s holding her together.
My hands find her waist, pulling her closer to my body until she’s straddling my hips on the couch.
I reach my hand upward for her hair and tug on it slightly, liking the feel of the soft golden waves while they slip through my fingertips.
When we take a moment to pause our making out, she pulls back, and I watch the way her little chest rises and falls rapidly.
“Cody… I want you to be my first time. That is, if you're okay with that?”
For a moment, her question hangs in the air as my brain struggles to catch up with my racing thoughts. What is she asking me exactly?
“What?”
“My first time,” she says, looking down at her hands. “I’m eighteen years old now. I’m an adult and I’m ready. Who knows where our senior year may take us. You may decide that I’m the weird, new girl at your high school and dislike me along with everyone else.”
“That’s not possible,” I murmur, brushing a finger against her cheek and enjoying the softness of it against my knuckle. She’s so soft everywhere, it’s a harsh contrast to me.
“I'm ready,” she says firmly, “please.”
I meet her gaze, knowing what she’s trusting me with and feeling the weight of the responsibility to handle her with care.
“There’s no do-overs after this Mae.”
She nods. “I know. I want you. I won’t regret it. No matter what."
I think for a moment, knowing that's not what I'm worried about. Regret isn't something I think I'll ever feel after spending time with Mae Beaumont. What I'm really worried about is what comes after this because nothing about what is between us feels temporary.
I lift her gently from the deck couch and then layer her back on the ground. Reaching back, I snag a cushion from the couch and place it under her head, so she isn’t too uncomfortable.
“That okay?” I ask.
She nods and smiles as I hover over top of her. She's so damn beautiful and innocent. There's so much vulnerability and trust in her eyes and I feel the pressure of the experience we are about to share coursing through my body with nowhere to go.
I reach for her shorts and drag them and her underwear down from her hips before pausing to look at the beauty between her legs. She squirms self-consciously as my eyes meet hers again. “You’re perfect,” I whisper before swiping a finger across her pussy, enjoying how wet she already is.
I reach for my wallet and pull out the one trusty condom I’ve been carrying around for months before removing my boxers and releasing my cock.
“Oh, wow…” she murmurs, her eyes lock on my shaft as I stroke myself while standing over her. I like that’s her reaction.
I tear the condom with my teeth and quickly sheath myself before hovering at her entrance.
“This is going to hurt for a moment, but I promise it’ll feel better after the initial pain.”
She nods her head nervously as she waits for me to begin. I can’t look away from the beauty of her face, wanting to memorize this moment forever. Sure, I’ve been with girls before, but I know already, none will compare to Mae, and none will compare to this moment that we’re about to share together.
I gently push in just a little, then pull out and then push forward again more firmly. Her face flinches for only a moment as I feel her body stretch and expand, change, and mold to my form.
I like the thought of knowing that I’m the first one to be here.
I’ve always been a little possessive of the things that matter the most to me but have never cared about being the first for a girl before.
It isn’t something I needed to have. But with Mae, I know that this is a memory that I’ll write about and think back on for years to come and I intend on savoring it tonight.
I pull out a little more than driver in deeper, allowing her to warm up to the new sensation of being filled.
I hope that I'm giving her what she needs in a first-time experience. The beauty, thrill, and innocence in it all. Damn, I’m a sap.
I push back into her again, settling for a moment this time before burying myself all of the way to the root.
She reaches her hands up and runs them through my hair as I continue to move slowly, trying to make things last when all I want to do is immediately unload inside of her.
“How are you feeling?” I ask, checking in before I rock my hips forward again.
“Incredible, Cody,” she whispers, and the sound goes straight to my cock, boosting my confidence as I start to pick up my speed.
“You’re too easy to please,” I whisper with a smile as I push in deeper.
Her eyes flutter closed as her mouth drops open slightly and her breathing increases. My fingers reach between our bodies as I find her clit and stroke it gently. Her eyes shoot open on a gasp.
“Oh… wow. That's nice.”
I’m pretty sure she just realized she has a clit. I rub harder and roll my hips downward to give her more friction. Bringing my fingers to my lips, I wet them then rub diagonally, back and forth, circling that sensitive spot repeatedly.
“Oh gosh, Cody, oh, oh, oh…” she groans as she clamps her hand over her mouth to muffle her cries and crunches her core when her orgasm hits her.
I pump into her once more as I feel her squeezing me and then finally release all the tension I've been carrying for the past two weeks since meeting her.
"Fuck, Mae..." I groan against her neck as I still inside of her. My breathing is ragged as I try to calm my racing heart. It's never felt like that with anyone else before. and I wonder if it'll feel like that with anyone in the future.
When we're both still, I pull out, slip off the condom and pull back on my boxers and shorts, helping her get back into her clothing as well.
I guide her up from the deck, supporting her as she leans against me on the couch.
Placing the pillow from under her head behind her, I ensure she's comfortable, feeling the warmth of her presence.
Her breathing stills as she rests against my chest, and I notice a small smile cross her lips.
"I know I have nothing to compare it to, but that was amazing. I'll remember my first time with you for forever."
The lightning bugs blink all around us as the toads croak nearby, yet all I can think of is her words. I do have others to compare it to, and yet I know that I'll remember this forever too.
“You’re the type of girl I could fall in love with,” I whisper, kissing her temples.
She turns her head and looks up at me, while I dip my head back to her lips and kiss gently.
I’m not sure what this last summer before our senior year has planned for us, but I have a feeling it'll end with either the blossoming of love between Mae and me or the painful fracture of our hearts…
Because I’m already falling.