17. Chapter Seventeen
Stepping into the garage, I am taken aback by the sight of Ace and Jade making out on the old stained couch.
“What the fuck is she doing here?” I blurt out, with no regard for how cruel it might sound.
I set my bag down on the floor and walk over to my guitar, which is resting against the chair in the corner.
When he hears my voice, Ace looks at me. While holding my guitar in my lap, I hear him say something, but it’s difficult to understand. I can’t stop thinking about Poppy and what she confessed. The reason she’s still a virgin is that no guy has shown interest in her. I am filled with sadness for not appreciating the beauty that was right in front of me. The girl who has been my neighbor for my whole life. Now, things are completely different. Now, I can’t get her out of my head. If I had seen her back then, like I see her now, I would have selfishly exploited her, just as I do with everyone else. Thank fuck, I’ve only recently started getting to know her. I would never want to use her in such a way, she deserves so much more than that. Unlike the girl who is currently watching me strum my guitar. The girl who jumps from one guy to another without a second thought.
Poppy is a true friend to me, someone I feel comfortable opening up to and having deep conversations with. Yes, she is attractive, and yes, I’m not denying that I wouldn’t fuck her in a heartbeat if given the opportunity. After all, I’m only human. What truly amazes me is her genuine understanding of me. She understands everything - my pain, my struggles, my heartaches, and my aspirations.
I stop playing my guitar and glance up at Ace and Jade who are both staring at me. While seated on his lap, Jade continues to stroke Ace’s dick.
“Tell me why the fuck is she here?” I inquire, my frustration clear in my tone.
“Where’s your girlfriend?” Ace says, curiosity seeping through his words.
Taking a moment to collect my thoughts, I inhale deeply before responding, “I’ve already told you she ain’t my girlfriend.”
It angers me that he brought Jade to our special place. Here is where we come together to make music and strive towards our future goals. Jade doesn’t give a shit about music and couldn’t care less about the songs we’re working on. It’s incredibly frustrating. She shouldn’t be here, plain and simple.
“I thought Xander didn’t do girlfriends,” Jade says, lifting her head from Ace’s neck.
“I don’t,” I snap back. “Not that it’s any of your fucking business.”
“Then who is he talking about?” she asks.
Ignoring the bitch’s question, I keep my head down and continue playing the guitar.
If Ace wants to fuck her, that’s fine, but he should find somewhere else to do it, not during our practice.
“He’s been hanging out with Poppy Reeves?” Ace says, chuckling.
The intensity of my grip on the guitar increases, fueled by the overwhelming urge to grab him by the collar and tell him to fucking shut his mouth. I fight against the urge. Instead, I begin playing a catchy melody that’s been stuck in my head.
“You”re joking, right?” she says, giving me a disgusted look. “You”ve been spending time with that fat cow.”
“Shut the fuck up, Jade. Just hurry up and suck his cock so you can get the fuck out of here. That’s why he brought you here, just so he could get off.”
My words have the desired impact.
She glances at Ace. “Is that true?” she asks, her voice all whiny and annoying.
“What the hell, man?” Ace says, throwing me a disapproving look as if to ask why the fuck I would even say that out loud. He shifts his attention back to Jade.
“No, that’s not true.”
Bullshit. Surely she can see right through this asshole’s lies. Is she truly that na?ve to think she’s something more to us than an easy fuck?
“I wanted you here so you could see us play,” he says, tucking her hair behind her ear. “But if you’re up to giving me a blowjob now, I won’t complain.”
“Hold on, so you actually wanted me to watch you guys play?” she asks, her face displaying genuine surprise.
This chick is so fucking dumb. How can she not hear the shit pouring out of his mouth?
I set my guitar aside and quickly grab my phone, feeling an urgent need to leave. My thumbs move quickly as I send a text to Poppy.
Xander:Hey princess, can you come back and pick me up?
I head across the room and grab my bag. When Ace notices what I am doing, he asks, “Where do you think you’re going?”
“Out of here. I’m not staying here while you get your dick sucked,” I reply, throwing my bag over my shoulder.
“What the fuck is going on with you, Xander,” Ace calls out, quickly pushing Jade aside and getting up to join me. “Come on, man. Just stay and the three of us can have a little bit of fun before we practice.”
No way. The two of us had a wild time with Jade two months ago when we tag-teamed her. But I’m not going down that road again especially when I can’t stand the bitch. I make my way towards the door and push it open.
“Xander,” Ace calls out, following me. “Come on, man.”
“I’ll catch up with you later,” I respond, before leaving the garage.
As I feel my phone vibrating, I quickly remove it from my pocket.
Princess: I’ll be there in five.
While walking down the long driveway, Ace swiftly catches up and grabs my arm, stopping me.
“What the hell is going on, Xander? Did something happen with your dad again?”
“No.” I shake my head and step around him, determined to keep walking. “Practice is a big deal. We need to make sure our sound is flawless before we go. If you’re having second thoughts about leaving. I’ll just go by myself.”
“No way. Why would you even think that? Will you stop walking so we can talk. What makes you think I don’t want to leave?”
I turn to face him. “Because you brought that bitch there. That’s why.”
“What’s gotten into you, man? I thought we could relax before jamming, you know, enjoy ourselves. She’s always up for anything. Don’t forget how amazing it was when we both had her at the same time. I thought we could experience it again.”
“Yeah, it was,” I reply, recalling the time I snapped that photo of her on my phone. Ace used his phone to record the entire thing. But no matter how incredible that experience was, I want to stay clear of Jade. “She just doesn’t do it for me anymore. She’s so fucking annoying.”
Hearing a car pull up to the curb, I instinctively turned my head. It’s Poppy’s green beat-up piece of shit.
“Catch you later, man,” I say, turning away from him.
“What?” Ace says surprised, as if questioning my decision. “After everything I just said, you’re really going to give that up just to hang out with Poppy Reeves?”
I turn, walking backward. “Yep, I guess I am.” Pivoting, I make my way towards Poppy’s car.
“I can’t believe you, man,” Ace calls out as I make my way to Poppy’s car. “The Xander I know would never pass up an opportunity to get his dick wet.”
It’s true, and his comment is really frightening because I don’t know what’s happening to me. But I say nothing to him about that. I just open the door and quickly enter Poppy’s car.
As Poppy presses down on the accelerator, I spot Ace standing in the driveway, watching us move down the street. Guilt fills my stomach as I see him in the side mirror. Turning around, he makes his way back towards the house. Maybe he’ll reconsider bringing girls to practice in the future.
“So, no practice today?” Poppy asks.
“Nah, not today. How far were you from home?” I ask.
“I changed my mind. Instead of going home, I was going somewhere else. I think my mother can wait a little longer before I face her.”
“Where were you going?” I ask.
A radiant, golden hue fills the streets with the afternoon sun.
“To the vacant lot behind Al’s. Have you been there?” Poppy responds.
“No. I didn’t even know there was a vacant lot there. What do you do there?”
“Nothing really,” she replies. “It’s quiet. No one ever goes there. Sometimes I go and watch the sunset. It helps clear my mind when I don’t want to think about things. I just sit on the hood of my car and unwind.”
“Show me,” I say, curious to understand what makes that place so fascinating to her. Is it going to be like the place I took her to the other night? Does she go there to think about her dad not being around and wonder about the same “what ifs” as I do when I go to my usual spot feeling down?
“What? You want to go there now?” she responds.
“Yeah, why not? You were going there anyway before. Why not show me?”
With a nod, Poppy activates the indicator and swiftly changes direction.
We spend the next ten minutes passing through vibrant streets on our journey. She drives the car into a narrow lane. It’s clear that it’s not frequently used, given the overgrown weeds. As we drive on the dusty road, a cloud of dust trails behind us.
Poppy finds a hidden spot among the towering trees to park. The peaceful atmosphere instantly soothes my senses. I observe neighboring houses with wooden fences, which adds a sense of safety to their surroundings. Even though I’m far away, I can’t help but wonder if my desperate screams would reach someone’s ears.
Still, in this secret spot, we stay hidden and secluded from the outside world.
“How did you find this place?” I ask, glancing around as Poppy turns off the car.
“About six months ago I found it when I was just driving around, feeling bored.”
“How often do you come here?”
“Not that often.”
“When was the last time you came here?”
“Oh… about three weeks ago.”
“Why? What happened three weeks ago?” I inquire, my voice tinged with curiosity.
“My mom and I’d also had a shit day at school,” she responds, her words carrying a touch of sorrow.
I wonder if Jade was the reason her day was shit.
Poppy opens the car door wide, the hinges creaking loudly.
From the passenger seat, I observe her through the windshield as she moves towards the front of the car. Enticed by the warm afternoon sun, she sits on the car’s hood.
Driven by an irresistible force, I open the passenger’s door and join her. As I sit beside her on the car’s hood, I feel the sun’s gentle warmth soak into my black t-shirt and jeans. I stay silent and captivated by her presence, observing as she continues to stare at the horizon. The way the sun sets, casting a radiant orange glow on her face, immediately captures my focus. It enhances her beauty, turning her into a breathtaking masterpiece.
As soon as she catches me staring, I swiftly avert my eyes and pull out my pack of cigarettes, lighting one. As I take a slow drag, I admire the tranquil view in front of me.
Poppy grabs my cigarette, and her lips curl around it, releasing a faint trail of smoke.
I can’t help but smirk as I eagerly await her cough, just like she did last time. To my surprise, she doesn’t. Instead, she keeps her cool and takes another drag, then passes it back to me.
“Are you going to tell me what happened? And spare me the excuses, Xander. I know a musician like you wouldn’t just walk away from a jam session for no reason, especially when it means so much to you,” she says, gazing out at the scenery.
Damn, it’s almost like this girl has the ability to read my mind or has a deeper understanding of me than I previously thought. I take a drag from my cigarette to collect my thoughts and stall for time.
“Ace took Jade there, so we could mess around with her before we started.” I can’t believe I’m actually telling her this. But what I do notice is that Poppy tenses up as soon as I mention Jade’s name. Could it be that Jade’s nagging and annoying voice is bothering me more than usual because of her influence on Poppy?
“So, what’s the problem with that? I mean, you usually hang out with Jade.”
I hold the cigarette out for her to grab. “I didn’t want to fool around with her, I just wanted to practice,” I explain. “What if we only get one chance to show a talent scout that we’re different from all the others trying to get discovered. I just want us to stand out.”
“But you do, Xander.”
“But you haven’t even seen us perform yet.”
“No, but I’ve seen how you become one with your music. You have a special talent that usually takes years to develop. Believe me, Xander, you’re destined for greatness.”
“You always say that,” I respond, raising an eyebrow.
“Say what?” she asks.
“I honestly don’t know why…” I shrug.
“Why what?” Her eyes watch me.
“You always believe in me. No one else does. Sometimes I wonder if I”m just kidding myself. If it”s all just in my head, a desperate dream to escape my boring reality and prove myself. Like I actually mean something.”
“But you are something. When you sing, it’s as if you pour your entire essence into those lyrics. It’s like a magnetic pull, drawing all of us towards something extraordinary. Believe me, you possess an incredible talent, Xander.”
Her words have a profound effect on me, hitting me straight in the heart. I have spent my entire life being called a lowlife, someone without worth. The derogatory comments I’ve faced didn’t just come from the man I thought was my dad, but also from teachers and parents of other kids. Yet, when I look into her eyes, it’s not the same. She has a one-of-a-kind perception of me - she sees something in me that is entirely new. She doesn’t see the state of my broken home or the challenges I face. What she sees is the real me, the person I aspire to be.
My lips meet hers, prompting a soft gasp to escape her. I gently slide my tongue into her mouth, enjoying the taste. Surrendering to the kiss, I hold her face in my hands. Her mouth, like mine, is warm and needy, igniting a tingling sensation that courses through my entire being. The scent of her perfume permeates the air, adding a delightful sweetness. Our breaths blend together in perfect harmony. Hearing her soft moan snaps me back to reality.
In an instant, I feel a powerful wave of realization crash down on me. The weight of my mistake settles like a heavy burden. Fuck, I kissed her again. My heart sinks as I realize I’ve broken my number one rule once again.
I swiftly move back, noticing that her breath is as labored as mine. Her intense blue eyes meet mine, locking in a heated gaze. It’s impossible for me to control my body’s reaction to her, no matter how hard I try. My desire for her surpasses any longing I’ve ever experienced. My heart races within me, overwhelmed by the intense arousal I feel for this person. Music is my passion. That’s what I strive to do. However, the attraction I feel for her is different. She possesses a unique quality that sets her apart.
I don’t know why, but I suddenly feel an overwhelming need to express how stunning she is. The way she holds her head high, even in the face of torment and criticism, fills me with such admiration. I have this intense desire to pour out all my emotions to her, but I’m having difficulty finding the right words. This is a completely new experience for me because I’ve never been this open or felt this way about someone before. I feel unsure and hesitant about the vulnerability that comes with allowing someone to get closer to me than anyone else ever has before.
However, there’s something about Poppy that compels me to establish a much deeper connection with her. It’s like she has become intertwined with my thoughts, merging with the core of my being.
I’m still so close to her that I can almost taste the warmth of her breath lingering on my lips. Her chest’s gentle rise and fall is captivating to behold. Still, there is a sense of stillness as she gazes at me, studying me as if trying to read my expression.
Silently, she raises her hand and threads her fingers in my hair. She firmly clutches the back of my head, pulling me closer to her.
Our lips collide in a hungry kiss. It’s wild, desperate and holy mother of God, so fucking incredibly hot. I love it. I choose to ignore all the rules I should abide by. My brain screams no, but my cock refuses to listen. He’s tired of seeing the inside of my fist. He yearns to sink into her. To succumb to the irresistible sensation of her tight pussy.
Then I realize that she’s a virgin. I don’t do virgins. A better man would distance himself. Poppy Reeves deserves someone better than me, a complete jerk who fucks anything he can. Although I am aware that one day she will resent me for taking her virginity, all I want to do isclaim her as mine.
I trail my tongue along her jawline, down her neck, and across her collarbone. ”You have no idea how much I want to fuck you right now.” I confess, grabbing her breast.
She responds eagerly, emitting a seductive sound when I give it a gentle squeeze.
Wow, if just pinching her nipple gets that reaction, I can only imagine the pleasure I would experience exploring every inch of her body. The very idea of it makes my cock harder, almost to the point of discomfort. If she were some other chick, I would have shoved my dick in her hand, her mouth, or any other hole I could stick it in to get what I desired.
However, Poppy is not like any other chick. There’s no one else like her, she’s in a class of her own.
“I’ve fucking fantasized about touching you so many times. All I can think about is slipping my hands under your short skirt to see how wet I can make you,” I confess, my voice barely above a whisper as if carried away by a gentle breeze.
“Then do it.”
With a cocky grin, I plant another kiss on her collarbone, then get up.
Her eyes remain fixed on me as I grabher legs, coaxing her towards me and helping her lie down on the hood of the car. My hands glide along the smooth contours of her inner thighs, feeling the warmth radiating through my fingertips with every move. The mix of anticipation and fear causes her to tremble in response, unlike anything I’ve seen before. I know I”m her first and I want to make sure she enjoys it.
Slowly, my fingertips glide beneath the fabric of her skirt, igniting a surge of anticipation. The moment my fingers brush against her wet spot, she lets out a hiss.
A confident smirk tugs at the corners of my mouth. “You’re so fucking wet already,” I remark.
She bites down on her bottom lip and challenges me. “So, how do you intend to handle that?”
Her feistiness is such a turn-on. I lift her skirt and can’t help but groan at the sight of her black lace panties, completely transparent and leaving nothing to the imagination. Who would have thought that Poppy Reeves, the virgin, would wear something like this? My fingertips trace the intricate patterns of the delicate lace as I gaze at her smooth, shaved pussy. Slipping my fingers under the waistband, I slowly slide them down over her thighs, past her knees, and eventually reach her ankles.
And just like the pervert I am, I quickly stash them in my pocket, intending to keep them as a memento to get myself off later.
A deep groan escapes me as she willingly opens her legs for me. The sight of her glistening pussy is irresistible, begging me to indulge in some playful exploration.
“Tell me, Princess, let me know if you want me to stop,” I say, praying like fuck she doesn”t say no.
When she remains silent, I gently let the pad of my finger glide across her damp, slick flesh, teasing her and feeling the warmth and wetness beneath my touch. As I watch her, she bites down on her bottom lip, releasing a moan.
My dick aches with need, with want. My desire intensifies, aching and craving for more. It consumes me, an insatiable hunger that I have never experienced before. Deep within me lies a place untouched, a territory I have never dared to explore. The desire to please her surpasses anything I have ever felt. The air carries a faint aroma, tantalizing my senses with unexplored possibilities. I yearn to fully immerse myself in this uncharted territory, embracing the unknown with open arms.
I gently insert a finger inside her, overwhelmed by how fucking incredibly tight she feels. A moan escapes her lips, sending a shiver down my spine. And I swear hearing her sultry sound will drive me to the brink of insanity. Her velvety walls grip me intensely. If she doesn’t ask me to stop soon, I won’t be able to control myself. Her moans intensify as my thumb grazes her clit. With each rhythmic movement of my fingers, her seductive sounds have me entranced, as if under a spell. The graceful sway of her body as I pleasure her holds me captive, mesmerized by the enchanting world of Poppy. My heart races, my breath quickens, and I am utterly captivated, lost in this otherworldly moment.
“Fuck, you feel amazing,” I whisper, my gaze locked on her, unable to look away for even a moment.
“Xander,” she breathes, her voice instantly sends shivers down my spine.
Hearing her say my name makes me feel powerful. I can sense her nearing the peak, her walls tightening around my fingers. “That’s it, Princess, just let go,” I encourage her.
And she does, her face contorting in a mesmerizing display of beauty, like a delicate dance of emotions. The subtle lines around her eyes deepen, revealing the intensity of her orgasm. The soft sounds of her moans escaping through her parted lips add a melodic quality to the moment. It’s awe-inspiring to witness her come down from that high. I’m rock hard as I slide my fingers back in, observing her as she rides out the waves of her orgasm.
I pull out and bring my fingers to her mouth.
“Open,” I demand. “I want you to taste yourself.”
When she does, I slip my fingers in her mouth.
“Damn,” I add, as desire courses through me when she eagerly sucks her arousal from my fingers. She sucks with intensity, savoring every drop. Removing my fingers, I lean in and passionately kiss her.
Nervous anticipation fills my belly as her fingertips locate the zipper on my jeans and tugs it down. She then boldly slips her hand inside and grasps my hard cock. Despite my desire to keep going, I wrestle with every ounce of my being to reach out and make her stop.
“Wait,” I say, my breath heavy, as I grasp her hand. Gasping for air, I press my forehead against hers, feeling the warmth of our skin melding together. “You know, if you pull out my cock, I won’t be able to resist. I will fuck you right here on top of this car.”
“That’s what I want Xander,” she replies, her eyes aflame with desire.
I pause for a moment, knowing that I shouldn’t do it, but the way she makes my mind go crazy there is no way I can stop myself from wanting to be balls-deep in that tight pussy.
“Are you sure?”
She nods, her eyes sparkling with understanding and her head gently bobbing up and down.
“No, you gotta say it, Princess. I need to hear you say it,” I insist, still breathing hard with my forehead against hers.
“You”re the one I want to be my first, Xander. So, fuck me… please.”
Her being a virgin makes me worry, which is the reasoning behind why I always avoided inexperienced partners. But for some reason, I long to be her first.
“I’ll be right back,” I assure her, moving around the car. I retrieve my bag from the back seat where I had tossed it earlier. Grabbing out the bottle of whisky, I return to Poppy. If I was going to take her V-card, I wanted to do it properly, not just for my own selfish desires.
Returning to the front of the car, I notice her sitting upright with her skirt neatly pulled down over her legs, her eyes fixed on my every move. I extend my hand, offering her the bottle of whisky.
“If we’re gonna do this, you need to relax. Now drink.”
Glancing briefly at the bottle, she reaches out and takes it. She takes a big swig of whisky, downing it quickly. Then passes it back to me.
I take a gulp and then hand it back fast. “Drink some more.”
My intention is to help ease her pain from her first sexual experience, but not to the point where she would forget it because she’s too intoxicated. I have a rule of not hooking up with chicks who are drunk.
As I watch her, she raises the bottle to her lips and delicately wraps them around its rim. After she takes a satisfying gulp from the bottle, I take it from her and securely screw on the lid.
“So, when are we going to do this?” she asks.
My heart pounds, slow and heavy, in my chest. My desire grows stronger. I catch a whiff of her delicate, feminine scent, overpowering my senses.
“You sure about this?” I ask again, just to double-check if she”s changed her mind. “Once we do this there’s no going back.” I can”t believe I”m saying this, but I didn”t want her to regret giving me her virginity.
“Seriously, Xander, just do it already and quit asking,” she says impatiently.
With a smug grin on my face, our eyes meet, a silent intensity passing between us for what feels like forever. My heart races, while her breaths become shallow. And then, without a second thought, I crossed that forbidden line. I press my lips against hers, exploring her mouth with my tongue, relishing the taste.
I don’t care about the consequences, about how wrong it is for me to be with her. Ignoring everything, I kiss her and carefully lower her onto the hood of the car. But it isn’t just a simple kiss; it is an all-consuming collision of desire. I part her lips with mine, delving deeper, pressing my body against hers. She moans as I begin grinding my hips, my cock rubbing against her soft pussy.
She gasps and squirms beneath me as I move my hips, seeking to find that sweet spot. I am fucking relentless in my pursuit. She said she wanted me. And let’s be fucking honest, this is who I truly am - the guy who lives for music and loves to fuck. I kiss her with hunger, moving my hips, grinding against her. And she”s totally into it, grinding against me, kissing me back.
My cock strains against her. My balls throb. I’m so fucking horny, everything in me zeroes in on her pussy. All I can think about is getting inside her. Fuck yes, that’s what I want.
I drift my fingertips over her clit, eliciting a pleasurable groan from her. She moves her hips, rocking, eagerly seeking more of my touch. I watch her intently as I continue to explore her. With each stroke, I increase the pressure, knowing that it will heighten her arousal. I move my fingers in small, circular motions over her clit, causing her to tremble.
“Oh God,” she blurts out.
“I’m not going to make you come,” I tell her. “I want you turned on before we do it. Apparently, it hurts less if you”re all worked up.”
“I know it”s gonna hurt at first,” she says, gasping, clearly loving what I”m doing to her.
My gaze wanders down her body before finally meeting her eyes. In this very moment, she is fucking breathtaking, seeing her openness and vulnerability. It’s almost as if I am orchestrating her like a musical instrument, coaxing out the most delightful erotic sounds from her. I am tempted to tell her how beautiful she is, but I don’t know how to say all that mushy shit.
I just wanna slam into her and make her scream my name while she tells me how much she”s been thinking about me, just like I”ve been thinking about her, and she wants to do every dirty thing I”ve ever dreamt about doing to her.
As she lays before me, her breath quickening, her gaze burning with desire, I notice her hard nipples, a clear reflection of her arousal. She so fucking close and I love it.