4. Lavender
FOUR
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We set our date, and the weather report looks good. I pull up to our agreed meeting point, the start of a forest pathway not far from Tabitha’s old grandmother’s place.
I psyche myself up.
My fears of Hawk have mostly been pushed aside. It was never like I thought he’d actually go and rip my head off, just that he seemed so damn stoic and unapproachable.
Him coming up to me and making small talk, though, managed to help my nerves a good deal, and seeing that he’s a man with a family like anyone else helped a whole lot too.
That anxiety has been replaced by this new anxiety, of not wanting to lose the attention of an incredibly hot guy and not making a total and utter fool of myself in front of him.
I’m sure I’ll get over that only for something else to replace it. I can’t ever just feel like everything’s going to be A-okay, now, can’t I?
I wait for Hawk, sitting on the hood of my car, my hiking backpack next to me. I think I arrived a bit too early in my fear of being even remotely late.
Soon enough, he rolls up in that maintained but kinda dirty pickup. He steps out of the truck, his own backpack in hand, flashing me that dashing smile of his.
He then sees my car, and a look of confusion hits him. “Uh, you drive that?”
“I drive what?”
He points at what I’m sitting on. “That thing looks like it meant for Rodeo Drive, not for driving to an actual rodeo.”
Oh, uh, shit.
This was a present for my eighteenth birthday. A Lamborghini sports car. I’d been driving it around since, just kind of accepting that it was perfectly normal to drive a top of the line sports car to the grocery store or the DMV or wherever else. I didn’t even give a second thought to bringing it to Evergreen Valley with me.
“I... uh... won it in a contest.”
“You won a Lamborghini in a contest?”
I nod. “It’s a car. It gets car things done. So I never thought too much of it.”
Why was I so worried if he found out I came from money?
I swallow audibly as other realizations hit me. Did Hannah see this too? She couldn’t just think I was an idiot working a part-time job to make payments on something more expensive than some people’s houses?
“I guess it does. It rides so low I’m surprised it doesn’t get caught up on some rocks. Those types of cars don’t get along with dirt roads at all.”
“Yeah, I’ve noticed. I’ve managed to get through, though.” I hop off the hood of my car and hoist my backpack to show I’m ready to go.
Hawk still stares at my car, perplexed by its presence. “I always thought if I won one of those things I’d just turn around and sell it, and buy something more appropriate to my tastes.”
“I guess I just never thought of doing that.”
“Well, let’s forget about your strange choice of vehicle. Shall we?” Hawk says, lifting his pack over his shoulder.
“I’m ready,” I say, psyching myself up for a big journey through the woods.
We start on the path, but we don’t stay on it for long. I don’t fear putting all of my trust in Hawk being the consummate outdoorsman he claims to be. He’s quick to tell me to watch my step with low branches, when to duck with higher ones, and when to avoid the poison oak bushes that are all too common throughout the Evergreen woods.
Which I definitely rushed past on my last forest adventure, and have been heavily applying anti-itch lotion ever since.
Together, we head higher toward the mountains. The upward journey is a bit rough at times, but I hold myself together.
“Just a bit farther,” he says, pushing up a hill.
I heave a deep breath but keep going.
“You need me to carry you?” he shoots back, barely phased by the distance we’ve traveled.
“I’m good. I can do it. I can keep myself together,” I say, powering through any weakness I’m feeling.
“Do you want me to carry you?” He gives me a glare that suggests he wants me in his arms for reasons unrelated to getting me up a steep slope.
Somehow, someway, we make it to where Hawk was planning on leading me to, all along.
And, with no surprise, it’s as gorgeous as he has hyped it to be.
We’re right before a huge mountain stream, almost wide enough to be properly called a river. It runs down the mountain and drops, creating a beautiful waterfall splashing onto the pond below, continuing right through the creek. The trees give way on both sides of the pond, creating such a beautiful frame for the eyes, the natural artistry of nature coming through in ways that a human’s depiction could never truly match.
It’s so breathtaking, I stare at it for a time, not even breathing.
“Really something, ain’t it?”
I nod. “Something, it certainly is. How long have you known about this spot?”
“A decade. Probably a decade and a half, more honestly. Serena and I used to come out here and try to race each other to climb up the side of the waterfall. I’d always win easily, and then she’d accuse me of cheating and say I should go easy on her.”
“Sounds like a little sister.”
“I love her to bits, but yes, she is absolutely a little sister.”
I take a few steps in and appreciate the great majesty of what’s around me. I’d only seen scenery like this as computer wallpapers or on social media. Seeing it with my own eyes gives me a whole new appreciation for it all. “So you just come out here whenever you want to enjoy it? No one stops you?”
“Yes?” He sounds surprised that I’d ask such a question. “I’m a grown adult. I’m allowed to do whatever I want as long as I’m not hurting anyone.”
Must be nice. My teeth grit at the thought of my parents, and how it seems impossible to shirk their influence. They’d probably be apoplectic that I’m out here in the forest alone without, like, a full tour group or something. One guy alone can’t protect you from all the vicious bears , I hear my mother’s voice.
Bears don’t work like that, Mom. God.
“Actually,” he says, stroking his chin in deeper thought. “There was never a time I couldn’t just come out here. That’s how I had cliff-racing competitions with my sister. Made sense when I was twelve. Not so much when I’m twenty-two.”
“I’m surprised your parents let you out here without a babysitter of some sort.”
“This is a small town. Babysitters are kids who are, like, three years older than you, if you have one at all.” He scratches his chin again, more deep thoughts hitting him. “Was I babysitting my little sister this whole time?”
“Nothing about being a man disqualifies you from being responsible for others, so yes, yes, you were.”
“Damn. And I never even got paid for it.”
“Just the responsibility of making sure your family is okay. How dare they do such a thing to you, Hawk? How dare they?”
He shrugs. “I’m sure I’ll get over it eventually.”
We drift closer to one another, his arm around my shoulder. We’re pressed up against one another, enjoying the sight of the waterfall, and the endless flow of the creek. Water goes on and on, forever, continuing, despite the world, with or without us. Nature is always a bit haunting when it comes to this sort of thing.
“The real main event is a bit farther down,” Hawk says. “Right through those trees over there.”
“There’s more to show me, huh?” I smirk. “Lead the way, big boy.”
I’m still a bit exhausted after climbing the hill, but the rest of the journey Hawk is leading me on seems to be more on flat ground, thankfully.
We pass through another forest path, and into a new valley, a small divide between two mountains. Soon the trees start to give way to a huge field. The sun shines down on a big clearing, a meadow, the only plants there being some grass of decent height.
“Here we are. One of the few places in the entire forest not completely covered by trees. And it's quite the sight on its own.”
It really is. There’s a quiet serenity about it, a difference to its scent. I can hear distant birdsong, but as we walk into the field, it’s just me and him. The only things in the world that matter at that moment are him and I.
He drops down his hiking backpack, and whips out one of the blankets, finding one of the flattest pieces of ground on the field to lay it out. “I think it’s time for us to take a break, don’t you think?”
I’d agree with him even if my legs and back weren’t aching. I set down my pack beside him, and have a seat on the blanket as well. We both sit for a time, sipping our canteens. I lean back into him, falling into his lap, his arms around me as he pulls me close.
There’s no rush to get up and keep going. As the sun begins to set in the distance, he runs his hands through my hair, his touch tender and sweet. “I’m forever captivated by just how gorgeous you are.”
“You ain’t too bad yourself, there, handsome.”
Our embrace brings us closer, climbing into his lap, Hawk lowering his face toward mine, until we’re gazing into each other’s eyes, mere inches separating our lips. My heart starts to pound faster. I’d never been this close to a guy, like this. My parents were always those types who had to micromanage my personal life, ready to freak out about whatever boy I liked wasn’t good enough.
My parents would absolutely loathe someone like Hawk.
But my parents aren’t here now.
I’m a grown-ass woman ready to make my own decisions, and if those decisions turn into mistakes, I’ll own up to them all the same.
When the inevitable happens, and Hawk goes for the kiss, I accept it. My lips meet his, and it’s more amazing than I ever thought it would be. It’s really just two sets of lips meeting, but God, the adrenaline is pumping through me at that moment, and how it makes me desire him all the more. I pick myself up and lean into his kisses as they grow more intense. Our tongues invade one another’s mouths, tangling, entwining with one another.
Clothes start to fall off us as our embrace continues, his hands roaming down my body. Every time he touches something covered by a shirt or my shorts, I yearn to have him touch my bare flesh.
Soon I’m pulling his jeans off him, and we’re both left there, barefoot and in our underwear. I don’t think we’re planning to resume our hike anytime soon.
I’m panicking a bit. I meant it when I said I never got this far with a guy before. Never even really been kissed, and that technicality is because some dork randomly pecked me on the cheek during graduation. What’s happening with Hawk is real. I can’t write it off as any sort of technicality.
My first real kiss.
My first real anything with a man.
I’m hesitating a bit. Hawk’s enough of a gentleman to stop all this if I say something.
I don’t want to stop, though. I want him bad. I want him to show me everything a man can show a woman.
I want him to show me what life can be like free from a family that views you as nothing more than an asset.
“You all right, there?” he asks. I’m lying flat on our makeshift bed of blankets and clothes. He’s above me, his hand on my tit, gently massaging me. “You seem nervous.”
“I’m good. Keep going. Please.”
He tilts his head briefly before nodding and obeying my request.
The kisses continue to rain down my neck and breasts, gooseflesh forming everywhere as he descends my body. I yearn for him so completely, moaning softly as he goes down my form more and more. He runs a tender touch across my abdomen, to where only my panties remain. He caresses my thighs, roaming inward and touching me there, building the anticipation for him more and more. When he reaches my sex, there’s still my panties in the way and it does little to blunt the joy I feel from his touch. The fire spread through my body, burning hotter and hotter, being fanned to roar stronger.
The soft moans I utter bring a smile to his face and encourage him to keep going. I’m shuddering with each and every movement he does. When his fingers start to slither past my panties and start massaging my mound, it all becomes much more intense. The slight sounds of my voice grow in volume as I grab his arm, and I fight myself between pushing it away and keeping it there.
My struggles bring laughter to Hawk, being appreciative of the joy I’m experiencing. He keeps a steady pace, and starts to slide my panties down my legs. I do nothing to stop him, and in fact close my legs to allow him to do so more quickly. Soon, I’m naked in front of a man, for the first time in my life.
Hawk takes in my curves, appreciating me with the same gaze that appreciated the beauty of this meadow and the waterfall before that. He shakes his head, his disbelief that I'm in front of him, naked. I think it’s one of admiration, and then he starts rubbing his chin in thought.
“Is something the matter?” I ask, looking up at him.
“You dyed your pubes too.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Is that an issue?”
“Part of me just wondered what your natural hair color was and that would have told me something.”
I start chuckling. “Oh, keep this up and you’ll get to see it someday.”
My hair is the one thing in my life I felt like I had control over. I could color it whatever I wanted, and given my name, I tried it, it seemed natural and fitting for me. The fact I dyed downstairs, too, despite no one ever getting to see it until Hawk? I guess it just made me feel sexy.
“I’m looking forward to knowing you long enough to find out,” he says as he leans down on top of me, sharing another brief, romantic kiss. “The hair on your head, though, can stay that color. It’s cute.”
I giggle as I kiss him right back.
Soon Hawk is sliding down my body, the warmth of his touch so exhilarating. The adrenaline seemingly follows his hand as he comes down toward my sex, face-to-face with what he desires, and what I want him to desire.
I shudder so hard when he kisses me on the clit, and his tongue starts to slither around my most tender areas. Sure, I’m not so innocent as to never have touched myself down there, but it’s like night and day when you compare my own hand to the heat and intensity of his tongue.
Every lick builds up my passion, and he is quick to more. I writhe in delight beneath him, taking handfuls of his hair as I hold on as he keeps doing his thing, his rhythm so wonderful and steady. The tide inside me is rising so quickly as I hold on, relishing every bit of bliss I’m feeling at this moment, every little nudge, from the top of his tongue plunging inside me, his nose nuzzling against my folds, and his hands worshiping me while his mouth is busy elsewhere. I’m murmuring as all the sensations swarm my being, holding on as my heart is pounding out of my chest, waiting for that final burst. The anticipation is both exhilarating and killing me.
I’m crying out louder and louder, the song of my bliss echoing through the mountains. When I climax, it feels like the mountains move around me, my world forever shifting.
I lie there, covered in glorious sweat. “You’re even more beautiful like this,” he says.
Giggling, I just smirk at him. “I think I could even be more beautiful with you inside me.”
He raises an eyebrow. “You want that, do you?”
“I do.”
“Are you sure? Do you want to have your first time...” He pauses. “Uh... first time with me to be in the middle of some meadow in the forest?”
I stare at him, like I’ve been caught red-handed. Did he have some sort of magical virgin-detector powers or something?
“I’m sure, I’m sure,” I state. “I want you, Hawk. And if I want it, isn’t that all that matters?”
Perhaps he’s just able to pick up on the clues, how sheepish I feel about all of this. I’ve definitely proven myself na?ve in other ways, so what’s one more on top of the rest?
I speak no lies, though. I want him. A kind, smart, handsome man like Hawk is everything I ever wanted, and definitely who I want my first time to be with. So I spread my legs, look at him, and try to give the sexiest gaze I can manage.
Which may well look ridiculous, given my lack of experience, but I think someone like Hawk appreciates my spirit.
My lover sighs, smiles, and then pushes down the last bit of clothing he had on, his boxer briefs. His cock springs forth, pulsing strong and looking bigger up close than ones I’ve seen before.
The internet must show them from odd perspectives that you don’t get to see in real life.
I reach for his, cock, wrap my hand around it. I hear his playful giggles. I take hold of him, and pull him closer as I lean back, ready for the next step of our tryst.
He’s right there with me as I guide him toward my slit, ready to let him be the first man to claim me. Hawk watches me as his cock head teases the outside of my pussy, poking and prodding at me, and filling me with such intense anticipation again.
“Take me. Fuck me,” I whisper to him, my arms wrapped around the back of his head.
He nods enthusiastically as he starts to push himself in, slowly. He watches me closely; the last thing he wants to do is to hurt me.
Feeling his cock invade me, pushing past my folds, goddamn, is it such a profound feeling. The adrenaline that had cooled ever so slightly is now pumping through me again as I welcome his entire cock into my body. He presses forward bit by bit, until soon, he’s all the way inside me. It feels immense, intense, and I have to say, I kind of love it.
It’s a bit strange, too, but it’s a new experience. Everything takes a little getting used to sometimes, and this is no different.
All the while Hawk watches me, like, well... a hawk. He’s concentrated on making sure my first time is as sweet and pleasant as he can manage.
When he’s sure that this is going to be the complete opposite of "first-time horror stories," he kisses me on the lips, holds me tight, and then slowly yet surely begins to fuck me good and proper. A gentle caress, his hair mingling with my violet locks makes this every bit as sweet as I always hoped it would be.
The pace is slow at first, Hawk still unsure he isn’t going to split me in half. With how he’s hung, I can understand his worries, but it turns out I’m a lot more flexible than I could ever imagine. It’s almost kind of boring, and I squeeze him on the ass and grasp his cock and shoot him a playful glare.
He starts to take me hard, steadily, powerfully, and I get to enjoy the friction of his cock sliding out of my sensitive slit only for him to enter again, the jolt of delight searing through me.
Something about the shape of his member is just right, tickling my clit with each and every penetration. Or maybe Hawk just knows how to fuck a woman in a way that lets her feel it in the best way possible.
And boy, do I feel it. I grind against his cock as he takes me, bucking up and down against him. My knowledge of sex might be limited to certain unsavory internet sites, but I know enough to realize no one really likes a pillow princess. While I may well be a princess in a lot of ways, in this case it is definitely an adjective I didn’t want to describe me.
So I do my damndest to meet him with the same enthusiasm and need that Hawk is showing me. I wrap my arms around him, holding him close as though I'm holding on. My fingernails run down his back as the height of my passion grows. I grind against Hawk, cry out, my voice becoming rapidly louder and more incomprehensible by the moment, just like I did when I was at the mercy of his tongue.
He takes all my craziness as an invitation to go harder, which I’m so happy that he did. He ruts into me again and again, and I meet him with the same gusto, my legs wrapping around his hips and urging him to give me even more if he has it.
The sensational bliss inside me pushes me to my limits as I keep trying to meet him. It’s getting so hard, as everything is so damn intense. I’m a murmuring little mess, and it makes him smile.
“You’re such a little vixen,” he pants, a small sign that I’m matching everything he’s doing to me.
We’re becoming hotter, and I’m holding on, although I don’t know how much longer that I can hold on. I’m whipping to and fro, doing everything I can to keep up.
I’m not alone. He’s right there with me, approaching his orgasm, and ready to give me his all.
“Where do you want me?”
“Huh?” I drone, trembling, trying to keep it together.
“Where should I come?”
My mind is in a rush. I want all of him, and I mean every bit of it.
But I want him.
Completely.
“Inside. Give it to me. All of it.”
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmurs.
One more stroke, one more thrust. It’s all it takes to send me screaming over the line. My vision blurs white, my entire body trembling as my orgasm explodes, spreading through my entire body and leaving me moaning for him, our desire echoing through the mountains that surround us, and I don’t care if anyone hears my desire for him.
At the height of my lust, I feel him inside me. Shuddering, sputtering, pulsing with need and lust for me, filling me with each and every bit of that heat.
He holds me close. I hold him tight. We savor every single microsecond, not wanting this serene moment to ever end.
After what feels like an eternity, he tenderly kisses me. “You’re wonderful. Beautiful. The best I’ve ever had.”
“And you’re the sweetest and most wonderful man I ever met,” I whisper back. “And yes, also the best I ever had.”
“I know,” he says with a laugh. He could see my na?veté from a mile away.
Soon he slips out of me and nuzzles me closely with another kiss. “The night’s falling. I brought camping supplies just in case. You don’t have anywhere to be, do you?”
I shake my head. “Hannah doesn’t need me for days.”
“Good. Then what do you think of sleeping out under the night sky?”
I smirk his way. “With you? Absolutely.”
Hawk goes to start a fire. We did bring some food along, and we were sure to have extra just in case our trip for whatever reason went longer than we intended.
I pull myself up, my legs weak, trembling. I don’t think I would have liked continuing to hike any longer, not with what we just did. I dig into my bag and pull out a wet wipe or two, and dab at my brow to wipe off the sweat.
I then move it between my legs. I feel his heat leaking out of me, and the mess of our tryst.
I made a mistake during the height of my ecstasy. I’m not on anything that would have made going that far a good idea.
I glance over at Hawk as he’s working. That call of mine was a mistake. I shouldn’t have been so reckless.
But for once I don’t let it eat at me. It was wonderful. It was exciting, electric, and intoxicating.
Most importantly, though?
It was my mistake. My decision.
When you don’t get to make too many of them, you savor even the bad ones.