Chapter 19 #2
But you know, the flesh is weak. I didn’t want to let Brandon know because what we did last night was very wanted and intensely pleasurable, but it also hurt like a motherfucker, and I’m really sore both around my labia and deeper inside where his giant cock stretched me the fuck out.
I feel it with every movement I make. My labia feel abraded and there’s a sensation like the shadow of him is still inside me, feeling both sore and deeply erotic.
Every step I take I feel him, and I remember our intense coupling and I want it again.
My panties are slick by the time I make it down to breakfast.
As soon as I sit at the breakfast bar Brandon excuses himself saying he’ll meet me by the car in a bit.
I shrug and dig into my usual health-conscious breakfast, enjoying the special treat of chicken sausage links.
My mother appears slightly nervous as she sits across from me, stirring honey into a small container of plain Greek yogurt.
“How are you this morning, Deja?” she asks. I wonder where Devin is. They’ve been joined at the hip lately, so it’s rare not to have him with us at a meal.
“Great.” Her yogurt looks yummy, but she’s just playing with it. I wonder if I can wheedle it out of her.
“I got the info back from my assistant about your dad’s college. It’s bad news I’m afraid. They ran out of funds a few years ago. They’re not accredited anymore. It’s so sad; they’d been around for over a century.”
“What college?” I ask.
“St. Joseph’s College.”
“Thanks, Mom. That’s kind of disappointing, but I’m sure I can find someplace else.”
My appetite has suddenly deserted me. My Spidey senses are tingling like crazy. First my mom wants to confirm they do legacy admissions and now they mysteriously went out of business. I’m smelling bullshit. I choke down the rest of my food and excuse myself.
As soon as we get on the road, Brandon reaches over and takes my hand. His fingers are cold, but I like it. It’s a welcome distraction from the thoughts swirling around in my head.
“How are you feeling?” he asks, stroking my knuckles. “Regretting it yet?”
“Oh, ye of little faith,” I respond. “No, I don’t regret it. It was awesome.”
“You seem kinda, I don’t know, off?”
“Not because of last night. Why’d you rush away from breakfast like that? You’re not regretting it are you?”
“Of course I do. I just hate when beautiful girls give me their virginity.” He’s being facetious, of course, but I play along.
“How many girls are we talking about here?”
“Just one. But she has the beauty and sass of ten grown women.” He turns his palms up like he’s cupping my ass when he says the word sass.
If I wasn’t driving, I’d smack him on the arm.
The thought makes me smile because I realize I feel comfortable enough to do something like that without worrying that he’ll take it the wrong way.
“Seriously, though?”
“I could never regret last night. I’ve been imagining being with you since the minute you walked past my room in those little cheerleading shorts while I was unpacking my stuff.
I could not believe the scrawny little kid from grade school had turned into such a goddess.
I tried to resist my feelings, but…I couldn’t. I can’t. ”
“I wasn’t scrawny.”
“We were both scrawny,” he insists. “Do you remember hitting me with a softball in third grade?”
“What? No.”
“Oh, yeah. I made a rude comment about Shelby while I was walking past you guys at PE, and you ‘accidentally’ drilled me in the ass. I thought my butt was broken and when I told my mom she laughed at me so hard. Women are cruel.”
“This from the guy who spanks us.”
“It’s been a while,” he says, raising an eyebrow. He’s subtly asking, and I wiggle in my seat, imaging how good it would feel to have him spank then fuck me. Less than six hours since losing my virginity and I’m already lusting for more. I’m turning into a regular old sex fiend.
“But still…breakfast?”
“Oh, yeah. I didn’t think I could hide the way I was feeling from your mom. When I saw you walking into the room I wanted to grin like the Joker.”
“I know,” I say. “I probably would have been cheesing just as hard. We took a big risk last night doing it in your room. I don’t know what I was thinking. Where are we going to do it next time?”
“I have an idea where we can go.”
“Where?”
“I need to check with someone first, then let you know.”
“Why do you always have to be so mysterious? And speaking of mysteries, Mom told me this morning that my dad went to St. Joseph’s College.”
“Where is that?”
“I don’t know.”
“Why don’t we meet in the study room. I’ll bring my laptop and we can look it up.”
“That’s a good plan.” I pull into my parking space and turn off the car.
I want to lean over and kiss him, and I see him start to move, then pull himself back.
It sucks that we have to hide how we feel about each other.
I want to run to my friends and tell them all about my first time, but I can’t say peep because of the drama with Mackenzie.
We also have to think about my parents finding out, since information always seems to make its way to the last person you want to know.
“See you at lunch,” he says, getting out of the car.
“See you,” I wave goodbye, then grab my stuff and follow him inside.