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Chapter 13
"Oh, Ryan... Oh, that feels so good. Oh, wow..." she breathed. He moaned
in her ear, her hand gripping his cock.
They were naked together in the guest house of his friend Josh's. Josh was
in the main house, probably fucking Alicia, Ryan had said. It was late at
night, his parents out of town for the weekend at some wedding. He was
nearly laying on top of her in the bed, his fingers exploring her tight
cunt. Now he was fingerfucking her, which didn't really do that much for
her, she'd realized. He seemed to really get off on it though. It didn't
feel as good as when he massaged her clitoris anyway, which he'd been
doing a minute ago. She gripped him, rubbing his taut skin up and down,
while her tongue played with his.
He came soon, thrashing in the bed and moaning her name. He let out a
wail, and she felt his hot sperm splatter onto her abdomen and chest.
"I wanna fuck you Jen!" he groaned. "Oh, yeah, fuck me, God..." He buried
his head on her shoulder, breathing rapidly.
"God," he breathed. "That felt so good." She was a little annoyed at what
he'd said a second ago, but she supposed he couldn't help it. "You didn't
cum, did you?" he asked once he'd caught his breath, the disappointment
evident in his voice. "No," she answered. "Really, don't worry." He was
always wanting to know if she'd cum ever since he'd started fingering her.
She couldn't help but moan, and he was thrilled. She could have had him
kept trying, of course, but she was scared that she still wouldn't cum,
and then they would both feel horrible. "Well! When you cum, you'll know
why I always wanted you to. But it felt good?" he asked, wistfully. "Yes,
dearie. It felt great. Don't worry. Girls are different than guys, if we
don't cum it's not the end of the world. We're just built that way."
"I know that ..."
She snuggled up to him, under the covers. "I'm gonna miss you when you're
gone," he said sadly. "I'll only be gone three and a half weeks!" she
said. "Then we'll have the rest of the summer together. I'll write you
every day. You won't even know I'm gone." "Can't you stay home?"
"No, I can't. No offense, but I'm looking forward to going away. I went to
this camp for five years! Now I get to be a counselor. It's gonna be fun.
I promise I'll write you," she repeated, rubbing his chest.
"You promise you won't meet any hot guy counselors?" "Well, I'll try not
to," she teased.
He kissed her, tickling her and then pinning her arms to the mattress
while he lay on top of her and she giggled. He kissed her again.
"Let's do it tonight," he whispered, looking into her eyes in the
moonlight that poured in, the summer night hot outside.
She shook her head, smiling at him sadly. "Please?" he begged. "Can't I
have a going away present?"
"No, Ry. I said no."
"Aright," he gave in. He didn't want to fight with her tonight. He
wouldn't be seeing her for nearly a month, and plus, he didn't want to
give her any reason to spend any time in any "hot guy counselor's" arms.
"I'm gonna be so bored without you."
"No you won't. I'll be home soon."
"I'll be working hard while you're gone," he said, trying to impress her.
"I'm working full time on that house on Woodcrest Court now that school's
out." "You always work hard."
"Someday, I'll build you the biggest house you'd ever want."
"As long as it's big enough for me, you, and our thirty-five cats it'll be
fine with me sweetheart." Ryan laughed. He blew raspberries on her breasts
and she shrieked in laughter. They rolled around, in bed, and she lay on
him, her breasts pressed against his chest. They kissed, and whispered
that they loved each other.
She couldn't write him everyday, but sent him several postcards a week,
plus three long letters. He worked hard, getting up at sunrise with his
dad and moving and lifting pipes and beams around all day. His back burned
and blistered, but then tanned like he'd hoped it would. He was stiff and
tired every day, and dreaded the hateful sound of his alarm when it went
off in the dark every morning. But he'd feel so guilty if he quit now. The
other guys would probably laugh that he was a spoiled brat if he didn't
show up. "Daddy's boy." The night she came home he called her as soon as
she walked through the door. Her mom drove her over immediately, and she
spent most of the night making out with him on the couch while his little
brothers watched TV. Robby and Will groaned and made gagging sounds, but
didn't leave, and in fact stared at them half of the time, fascinated. His
parents just laughed, relieved that they weren't locked in his room
anyway. His parents had always been very affectionate in front of their
children, so it wasn't especially shocking. Later that week he'd promised
her they go out. Dana and her boyfriend, Jared, picked her up, and they
went to the party where Ryan had planned on meeting her after work. Jen
started to drink, and got pretty drunk waiting for him. She'd drank
before, and he had too, so it wasn't like he would have been mad at her or
something. Around eight-thirty he still hadn't shown up, and she called
him, wondering where he was. His mom answered, telling her that he was
asleep.
"He's asleep?" she asked, shocked.
"Yeah, I just went in there and he's out. Do you need for me to wake him
up for you?"
"Yeah, wake him up."
A minute or two later a sleepy sounding Ryan answered the phone.
"Ryan! What are you doing? You said you meet me here like, awhile ago!"
"Oh. Sorry. I guess I fell asleep. What time's it?" he mumbled.
"It's almost nine," she said crossly. "What the hell?" she demanded.
"Oh. I'm sorry. I guess I can't make it. I'm really tired."
"Well, why didn't you call me?"
"Dude, I said I just fell asleep! I didn't plan on ditching you or
anything. Besides, I don't have the phone number where you are."
"Whatever," she said, disappointed and not bothering to hide it.
"What? Hey, babe, I didn't do it on purpose you know. I'm sorry. I'll make
it up to you, I promise." "Aright."
"Mad?"
"No, not mad," she sighed.
"I'll call you tomorrow."
"Okay. 'Bye." she said, hanging up the phone, not even giving him the
chance to say "I love you," which he was about to.
She had a few more beers, then got into a rubber band fight with this guy
she'd never met before. She was running around and tripping on the carpet,
laughing so hard she had to catch her breath. He kept threatening to throw
her in the pool good-naturedly.
She saw him about half an hour later, they ended up on the couch together,
watching TV. His name was Brett and he was going to be a senior. Brett
couldn't believe Jen was only a sophomore, she could pass for a senior any
day, he said. He asked if she had a boyfriend. She rolled her eyes. "Yeah,
but you know what?" she asked in a silly manner.
"What?" he asked back.
"He forgot to come tonight!"
"He did?"
"Yeah! He fell asleep!" she exclaimed, bursting into laughter.
She leaned on Brett's shoulder, drunk.
"Well! That's not a very nice boyfriend. Maybe you should dump him."
Jen just kept laughing. This guy across the room from her was making funny
faces at her.
Brett said something she didn't understand, in some other language she was
sure.
"Huh? What's that mean?" she asked him. "It means 'I love you' in
Spanish."
"You know what?" she asked him.
"What?"
"I can say 'I love you' in ten different languages!" "Really? Do it then!"
he said.
She paused, batting her eyelashes at him. "'I love you in ten different
languages'!" she laughed. He laughed too, then said, "Uh oh! You tricked
me! That wasn't very nice."
"Oh, well too bad for you!" she laughed, getting up to go find Dana.
She found her in the bedroom, laying on the bed with Jared and looking at
some CD's. Some other people were there too, Jen didn't notice who.
She laid on the bed next to Dana, finding it hard to get up once her head
hit the pillow. She was part of the conversation for awhile, and had a
brief recollection of that guy Brett coming in the room sometime and
talking too, but soon she drifted out of it.
She jerked out of sleep. It was dark now--what time was it? Had Dana left
her? What had woken her up? She saw the red numbers of a digital clock--it
was 12: 55. One small lamp was on, but the ceiling light was turned off.
She realized all of this in about two seconds, and looked over and jumped.
Brett was laying next to her, his face only inches from hers. She moved
back a little bit. "What?" she asked incoherently.
Then she realized why she had woken up--his hand was up her shirt, feeling
her breasts.
She tried to push him away, not understanding what was going on and really
only half conscious. But his mouth covered hers, and she felt his wet
tongue plunge into her mouth.
"Uhhhhhhh!" she cried, trying to push him away again unsuccessfully.
"Oh, Jen," he whispered, his erection pressed into her thigh.
"Go away!" she said, not understanding at all what was going on. She
rolled onto her stomach and hid her head under the pillow, nearly passing
out again. She felt his hand under her skirt, between her legs, and kicked
wildly in response to his fingers poking into her, over her underwear. She
rolled onto her back again and sat up.
"I don't like you," she pouted, trying to get up. "Well, I like you," he
said, preventing her from doing so.
"Why don't you leave me alone?" she whined, near tears. "I have a
boyfriend!"
"Yeah, well he's not here, remember? And while you were asleep he called
and told me to tell you that he doesn't love you anymore," Brett joked,
pulling her back down and rolling on top of her.
She burst into tears, trying to hit him but he blocked her punches. She
tried to kick him but he was too strong, and she was too drunk. She
squirmed under his weight, and she felt his big hardon poking against her.
He rubbed his body on hers, shivering in pleasure from the sensations. He
lifted up a bit so he could pull her skirt up.
Right then Jen realized exactly what was happening. She opened her mouth
to scream and his hand was right there, clamped over her mouth and
absorbing the sound. This is like a dream, she though wildly. Where's
Ryan? He took his hand away and a small yelp came out. He grabbed her
shoulders and shook her hard. "Shut up Jen!" he said in a fierce whisper.
"What's the matter with you?" he demanded. His eyes frightened her, she
wondered if he was going to kill her. Only one other thought kept running
over and over in her mind while he inserted a finger up into her, hurting
her. He took his dick out, actually, he made her take it out. He yanked
her underwear down to her knees and repositioned himself. He wrapped her
hand around his dick, saying softly, and proudly, "Don't you think it's
big?" Before she could answer, a knock came on the door. Some guy's voice
asked, "Who's in there?" Jen shrieked with all her might. The door was
locked, she heard it being tried, and someone pounded on the door. Jen
screamed, "Help me! Please!" while she sobbed. He shook her again,
hissing, "Shut up!" She took advantage of the sudden interruption. Her
hand around his dick, she reached down and squeezed his testicles as hard
as she could. She didn't care if they exploded like tomatoes. He screamed
in agony, and she pushed him off her and struggled to run to the door,
difficult with her underwear pulled down. "Bitch!" Brett groaned at her.
Right then the door flew open, she saw Dana's face, and some guy stood
there with a Swiss Army knife, used to unlock the door. A bunch of other
people stood staring. Sobbing, she pulled her underwear back up and saw
Brett putting his dick away out of the corner of her eyes. She pushed her
way out of the crowd, trying not to trip. Where was the bathroom? she
thought hazily. She'd been there at least ten times tonight.
She found it, Dana trailing after her. She slammed the door shut, and
leaned behind her against it, fumbling with the lock while she stared at
the toilet. God, her head hurt. She fell forward and threw up.
Chapter 14
Ryan went to work the next day with a vague remembrance of Jen calling
him, annoyed that he'd stood her up.
He'd promised her he'd make it up to her, so it wasn't the end of the
world, he reasoned with himself to get it out of his mind.
The sun was bright overhead in the morning sky as Ryan went to work. Break
time he talked with this guy Chris, who was a senior at another school.
He'd started working for Ryan's dad last summer, and had sort of become
friends with him although they didn't hang out after work.
Chris told him about some party he went to the night before, mentioning
that he may have to go to court. "Why?" asked Ryan. Chris was full of
shit. "Oh, some chick got raped! I may be a witness!" "Oh, yeah?" he
asked.
"Yeah. We beat the hell out of the guy too." "Good!"
"Yeah, it was out in the Oaks."
"Oh yeah? I think I heard of that party! My friends went."
"Well, there's hella parties around there," said Chris nonchalantly, as
though Ryan wouldn't be cool enough to know of a party that Chris
attended. "Oh yeah, so what happened? Did the cops come?" "I don't know, I
left pretty soon after." "Oh. That sucks," he said, hoping to wrap up the
conversation.
He called Jen as soon as he got off work. He wasn't too tired and wanted
to go out maybe.
"Hello?" she said.
"Hi, what's up?" he said.
She paused. "Oh, hi Ryan. Nothing much," she answered sweetly.
"I'm sorry about last night..." he began. "What about it?"
"Don't you remember? I fell asleep and stood you up. Don't tell me you
forgot--I thought you were pissed! Spent all day worrying about whether or
not you'd talk to me tonight."
"I always talk to you Ryan," she said in a wounded tone.
"I know you do--I'm only kidding." Shit, he thought, she's still pissed at
me.
She didn't say anything. He changed the subject. "So, how was that party
last night?" he asked. "Fine."
"Did you get drunk?" he asked.
"I don't know," she said in an annoyed tone. "God, just asking. Hey, did
some girl get raped at the party?"
She paused. "What?"
"I heard from this guy Chris at work that some girl got raped at a party
in the Oaks last night. Was that at the one you went to?"
"No."
"Oh. So, nothing exciting happened?" he asked, trying to make
conversation.
"No, nothing exciting happened. Anyway, I left early, like, right after I
talked to you." "Oh. Bored huh?"
"Yeah, Ryan, I was just so bored without my boy," she laughed.
"Of course you were," he said, relieved that her mood seemed to be
improving.
"Ryan?"
"Yeah?"
"I gotta go."
"Oh, why?"
"Because dinner's ready," she lied.
"Will you call me after dinner?"
"Yeah, maybe. Probably."
"Aright. I love you..."
"I love you too," she said quickly, and hung up. She called him back
later, wanting to tell him what had happened but at the same time wanting
to forget about it. She knew it would be hard to do that if he knew. Not
that many people at the party knew him, and she'd made Dana promise not to
tell, so she figured he wouldn't find out. She supposed he'd get mad if he
did, but would he get mad at her too for being so irresponsible? He'd want
to know every detail probably. What if he felt weird that another guy had
touched her? She'd just as soon forget about it. It wasn't like the jerk
actually raped her. They'd both been drunk. She tried to forget about it.
Ryan wanted her to come over that night to hang out. Her mom offered to
drive so she said she guessed she'd see him in awhile.
After they'd hung up Josh called him.
"What's up?" he asked.
"Oh, nothing," said Ryan.
"So, you pissed?"
"Pissed about what?" he asked.
"You know."
"No, I don't. What am I supposed to be pissed about?" "Dude, you didn't
hear? She didn't tell you?" Josh sounded surprised.
"What?!?" Ryan was getting annoyed.
"About what happened last night at the party. Why didn't you go, anyway?"
"Dude, if you don't tell me what the fuck happened I'm gonna kick your
ass. Are you talking about Jen?" "Yeah. Have you talked to her yet today?"
"Yeah! I just got off the phone with her. She's coming over."
"Oh..."
"Are you fucking with me? What happened?" "Oh, man! Some guy like
completely attacked her!" "What? He hit her?" Ryan yelled.
"No... He liked, raped her. Or he tried to. I heard from Jared that she
got away before he actually did it. But then I heard from this other guy
that he did rape her." Ryan was silent.
"Ryan?" asked Josh, gently.
"I'm gonna kill him," he said quietly. "I swear to God, I'm gonna fucking
kill him!" he screamed. "Dude, Jared said they beat the fuck out of him.
His name's like Brett something."
"I can't believe this. Why the fuck didn't she tell me?" he demanded.
"I don't know. Maybe she thought you'd get mad." "Oh, bullshit. What the
hell?" he demanded. "What happened? Is she okay?"
"I don't know. I wasn't there."
Ryan paused, thinking. "Dude, I gotta go." "Aright. God, I thought you
knew..."
"Well, later."
"Later."
Ryan, trying to fight back tears, called Jen, his hands shaking. She'd
already left. He sat on the edge of his bed, his head in his hands. What
had happened? She must be going crazy inside, she must be hurting. She had
sounded weird, he recalled. He'd thought it was just because she was mad
at him. Maybe she was mad at him because he wasn't there. Did they take
her to the hospital? He still didn't know whether or not she'd actually
been raped. He called Dana.
"Hello?"
"Dana? It's Ryan."
"Oh, hi Ryan," she said. He didn't usually call her, and if he did, it was
always concerning Jen. She had a feeling he'd found out about what
happened. "Dana, you need to tell me what happened." She didn't say
anything. She'd promised Jen she wouldn't tell. She racked her brain to
think of a good lie. "Dana! Tell me!" he said, sounding as if he'd been
crying, or still was maybe.
Her heart melted, she'd thought Jen should have told him, and had told her
so.
"Is she okay?" he demanded. "Why didn't she tell me?" "Oh. Yeah, she's
okay. She was pretty upset at first, she locked herself in the bathroom
for like half an hour." Shit, he thought. "Did you call the police--wait,
did he actually rape her or not?"
"Oh, no!" she said. "He was about to, but she got him in the nuts finally
and got out of the room." He breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank God. What
happened?"
"Oh, well. She passed out in this bedroom and he went in and locked the
door. She woke up when he was trying to." "Did he hurt her?"
"Oh, not really. He grabbed her arms and pinned her down and stuff but he
didn't hit her or anything. She was lucky she got out, though. He was
fully ready to rape her. He had like, well, when the door got opened she
was pulling up her underwear--she was wearing her jean skirt--and he was
pulling his pants up. She was totally crying." "Why the fuck did you leave
her there alone?" he demanded angrily.
"Well, we thought she'd be okay! I mean, you don't fully expect someone to
rape her just because she's passed out."
"Dana, why didn't she tell me?" Ryan asked. "I don't know. And I'm not
telling you this, okay? You didn't hear it from me. She made me promise I
wouldn't tell you."
"Why?" he demanded. "Why the hell didn't she want me to know?"
"I don't know, maybe she thought you'd be mad or think she deserved it or
something?"
"Why the fuck would I be mad? Do I sound mad at her?" "I don't know. I
guess not."
"I can't believe this. Why did I have to fall asleep? I wasn't there for
her when she needed me. Maybe she's mad at me because I wasn't there?"
"Oh, I don't think so."
Now that he knew she was okay, he began to get angry. "She lied to me," he
said.
"How?"
"Well, I asked her if anything happened and she said no. She told me that
she left at like nine. She didn't, did she?" he asked rhetorically.
"No... We left at like three or so."
"Fuck. I can't believe she lied to me about this." Lying was a cardinal
sin at his house.
Dana said nothing, trying to think of anything else she could say.
He saw headlights, then heard Will yelling that she was here.
"Dana? I gotta go. She's here."
"Oh, she's coming over? I didn't tell you anything!" she reminded.
"I know, don't worry. Dana?"
"Yeah?"
"Thanks."
"You're welcome I guess. Bye."
"Bye."
He heard the front door open, and his mom telling Jen that he was in his
room. He heard her knock. He told her to come in. She walked in, smiling
at him. She sat on the bed next to him.
She's acting like nothing's wrong, he thought. Why are you acting like
nothing's wrong? What the hell is the matter with you? he thought angrily.
Why'd you fucking lie to me?
He was completely staring at her. Oh, my God, she thought, he must know.
He looks so pissed! "What?" she said defensively.
"Why'd you lie to me?" he asked sullenly. "What? I didn't lie to you!"
"Don't lie!" he said angrily.
"Ryan!"
"You didn't fucking tell me. Why couldn't you fucking tell me? You told me
nothing happened!" "Ryan! Stop yelling at me," she said, trying not to
cry. "I didn't lie to you..." she said pathetically. "Oh come off it."
"Fine," she said tearfully, standing up. "Fine." "Where are you going?" he
demanded.
"I'm leaving," she said, bursting into tears. Ryan jumped up and blocked
the door.
"No! You can't just run away," he said, preventing her from opening the
door.
He was bigger than her; frustrated, she turned her back on him, sobbing.
"No, you're just yelling at me. We can't talk if all you're gonna do is
yell. I wanna go home!" she cried, her face in her hands. She leaned her
head against his wall. "Let me leave!" she wailed. "No, come on," he said.
He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her to him. She wouldn't turn
around, and tried to push his arms off her.
"I'm not mad at you. I didn't mean to yell. Please can we talk? We need
to." He held her in his arms, resting his chin on her head. "I love you,"
he whispered.
She shook her head. "I'm sorry."
He turned her around, and held her face in his hands while she wouldn't
look at him.
"No, it's not your fault. It's his fault." "No, I-I'm sorry I lied. I
never meant to. I was just scared."
He made her look at him. "Why were you scared?" "I don't know," she
whined. "I just didn't want to talk about it. I didn't want you to know
about it." "Why?"
"Because then you'd make me talk about it!" she wailed.
"Well, it hurts me that you couldn't tell me," he told her. "It hurts me
that you lied."
She buried her head on his shoulder, "I didn't mean to..."
"I know," he said, even though he really didn't. She sat down on his bed,
still crying.
He laid down on his bed, burying his head in his pillow, still angry at
her. He'd always told her he'd be there for her. Obviously she didn't
think so. There must be something wrong with us if she couldn't tell me,
he thought. He wanted to say that, but couldn't. Instead he wished she'd
leave, really. He still loved her, but right then he wished she'd leave.
She didn't want to talk about it anyway. What could he do? She laid down
next to him. He looked at her. She looked so pathetic, and not very
attractive with her eyes puffy and raccoon-like from crying. He couldn't
tell her to leave though. He looked away. They just laid on the bed for
several minutes, neither saying anything.
"It- it was just so gross. It was like a dream," she finally whispered,
staring at the ceiling. He felt guilty right away that he had wished she'd
left. It must be hard for Jen to talk about it, he reasoned. He held her
again, telling her it was okay. She pointed out his shirt, dirty from her
makeup. "I'm sorry," she said. He shook his head at her, telling her not
to worry about it.
"I'm gonna kill him you know," he told her. "No! Ryan, no. I don't want
you to get hurt!" "Don't worry."
"No, please. They already beat him up. I think he's sorry."
"Yeah, I'm sure he's sorry that he didn't get to finish. Man, Jen! I can't
believe somebody would do that to you!"
"Well, he was drunk. He probably didn't know what he was doing."
That got Ryan mad again. "Whad'ya mean 'he was drunk'? Who cares?!?" he
demanded.
"I don't know," she said defensively. "I mean, I was just saying..."
"Well, that's no excuse. I don't care if he was drunk. What he did still
counts. Don't ever excuse someone's behavior just because they were drunk,
not when it's something bad like this."
She started crying again.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell," he said, feeling bad.
She shook her head. "No, I mean... I- I kept thinking one thing when it
was happening. It was the worst part of it, of what almost happened."
"What?"
"I ..." she cried. "I kept thinking that you wouldn't be the one who took
my virginity. I wouldn't have been able to give it to you!" she sobbed.
His heart broke. "Oh, Jen," he whispered. "I wouldn't have cared about
that. I love you. Don't ever forget that, will ya?"
She just cried.
Chapter 15
"The Brett Incident," as it was eventually titled, caused them to become
even closer. He became a little more protective of her, and guarded her
closely whenever they were together. Deep down he felt guilty about the
whole thing, especially about his anger at her and for not being there in
the first place.
He was the greatest, and Jen knew she was going to sleep with him soon,
although she wasn't yet sure if she really wanted to actually do it for
herself. It was getting hard to resist him though.
The only reason she hadn't let him was a fear somewhere that their
relationship was going to change after they did it. They were so great
together, nobody ever challenged that. Of course, she knew it would
change, but would it change for the worse? What if he decided he didn't
want her anymore? It had happened to her friend Melissa. She'd been with
her boyfriend for eight months before she'd slept with him. He'd broken up
with her soon after. Said she was trying to control him, he had, which was
of course ridiculous. Jen didn't want anything to change; she was happy
with their relationship the way it was she supposed. But God, he got this
look in his eyes sometimes. He'd stopped begging her, though, with words,
and replaced them with the look.
In September she went to see the gynecologist. She'd been having problems
with her period. It was lasting nearly a week sometimes. Once she got it
two weeks after the last one ended. She'd called Ryan's mom, because her
own mom was out of town at a medical seminar. Karen made an appointment
for her with her doctor. She didn't tell her what the doctor said though,
nor that she took his advice. She didn't want Ryan's mom to know she was
on the pill.
The weekend after she first started taking it, she went to Alicia's house
Saturday night.
Josh, Alicia, Scott, Corey, Ryan, and Jen all ended up in her parents'
room, who were gone. Scott put in a porno movie, and they all watched,
fascinated. Jen had seen them before; her sixth grade boyfriend had stolen
them from his step-father and showed them to her all the time.
Everybody made comments about the action. It was just scene after scene of
explicit sex, no bothering with a plot or anything. The guys made comments
about "how loose that shit is" and "Boy, he's gettin' up that!" The girls
screamed and covered their eyes when two girls went after each other,
while the guys whooped and drooled.
During one scene, Alicia commented on how her and Josh should try the
gymnastic position being used. Jen noticed Ryan looking at Alicia when she
said that, looking at her longer than everyone else's glances. She felt a
twinge of jealousy. Maybe he's thinking he should go for her; she'd fuck
him. But she knew Ryan would never go after his friend's girl, even if he
wasn't with Jen. She tried to push the jealousy out of her mind, but the
thought of him thinking it still hurt.. She was sitting on his lap in an
easy chair, his hardon pressed into her thigh. She looked up at him, and
he smiled at her briefly, then returned his gaze to the screen, his
breathing rapid. She looked back at the movie, this time some girl was
sucking one guy's dick while being fucked by another doggy style. The girl
was screaming loudly, and moaning while she pumped her mouth around his
dick. He gasped and groaned, while the other guy grunted, stuffing his
huge dick into her red cunt. The movie turned her on, of course, but she
noted that the close-ups of the fucking were gross. The guys disagreed,
except Ryan, who just stared. There was a close-up of the face of the guy
who was being fellated; it was contorted in pleasure. The woman in the
movie screamed, and concentrated on being fucked for a minute while she
removed her mouth from the dick. "Oh, come on!" said Corey. "Suck his dick
again!" He laughed, looking at Jen. "Jen needs to learn how!" She gasped
and laughed, insulted, telling him to fuck off. Shit, she thought. Ryan
said nothing, and she avoided looking at him.
The woman kept moaning, and screaming. Josh laughed, saying, "Why, Alicia,
she sounds like you!" "Yeah!" laughed Alicia, who started moaning and
crying out as if in pleasure.
Ryan said suddenly, "Hey! Get up a sec," to Jen, and he leapt up and went
out the sliding door into the backyard. As he unlocked the door and
disappeared behind the curtains, Scott chided,
"Hey, Ryan! Try not to cum on his mom's rose bush!" Everyone laughed.
Jen was horrified, embarrassed. Why'd he leave? He isn't getting off for
real, is he? she wondered. Corey looked over at Jen. "God Jen, why don't
you treat Ryan right?"
"Excuse me?"
"Why are you so mean to him?"
"I'm not mean to him," she said, although at that moment she felt anything
was possible.
"Why won't you sleep with him?" asked Josh, sounding extremely concerned.
"I don't know," she replied. She felt like the biggest uptight bitch on
the planet, and like a big baby next to Alicia.
"Well, maybe you oughtta think about it," he said sarcastically.
"Why do you care?"
"He's my best friend."
"Yeah?"
"Dude, you don't understand, do you?" asked Scott in a disgusted tone.
God, everybody's ganging up on me! she thought. "What?"
"He's a guy!" he said, slowly, as though she was retarded.
She didn't answer.
"He needs it!"
"Leave her alone!" interrupted Alicia. "If she doesn't want to do it
that's her problem." "Yeah, but it's Ryan's too, as long as he goes out
with her!" argued her boyfriend.
"Well, so what. Leave her alone. You're being dicks." Corey leaned back,
pulling the curtain aside and peering outside.
"What's he doing?" asked Jen.
"He's whacking off. There he goes... POW! All over the grass!" he joked.
"Just kidding," he told her. "Girl, he's sitting on the bench with his
head in his hands. Please, sleep with him! It's killing me to see him like
this." Jen contemplated getting up and hiding in the bathroom, but instead
went outside.
He was right, Ryan sat on a white iron bench, his face in his hands. God,
he must hate me, she thought tearfully. I am a prude, a frigid bitch. She
sat down next to him, putting her arm around his shoulder.
"Ryan?" she whispered.
He looked up, and smiled at her. His eyes were glassy, but he didn't look
mad. Sad? she wondered. But he didn't look like he'd been crying.
"Ryan, what's the matter?"
"Oh, nothing..."
She tried not to cry. "Are you mad at me?" "No!" he said. "Not at all."
"What are you doing out here?"
"Oh," he said, looking embarrassed. "I had to leave, I'm sorry. That
movie, the beautiful girl on my lap... I had to get outta there before I
shot in my pants." "Ry..." she sighed.
"What?"
"Are you pissed at me?"
"No! I told you, I'm not. Really!"
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm positive. Why do you think I'm pissed?" "Because I'm such a
prude."
"Jen, come on. I don't think you're a prude. We do a lot, don't we?" he
asked, not sounding convinced. She knew he was just contradicting her to
make her feel better. "I'm sorry," she said, shaking her head. "But I
don't want to do it with you because your friends want me to, because your
friends want you to get laid. I want to do it because I want to do it. I
mean, I know that sounds really lame and cliche and like an after-school
special or something, but it's true, okay?"
"Okay! Jen, I said I don't think you're a prude." She looked away.
"But, why don't you want to do it with me?" he asked slowly.
She looked back at him, annoyed. "Because I don't, okay?" She didn't tell
him her fears, like that he would leave her, or only want her for sex.
He looked away, and stared straight ahead. He loved her, he loved her more
than anything, but he hated her rejecting him. He did everything for her,
he thought. She must not love me enough.
He felt angry when he thought about Josh and Alicia. His friend treated
his own girlfriend like shit; he ripped on her all the time to his
friends. He even said he didn't give a damn about her. And Alicia still
did anything for him. It wasn't fair. Ryan was jealous, and hurt, and
angry about the whole thing, not to mention horny, especially right then.
He looked over at her. She looked so beautiful, her perfect profile
illuminated by the moonlight and outside lamp. He leaned back and put his
arm around her. "Ry? I wasn't going to tell you this but..." she began,
sighing.
"Tell me what?"
"I wasn't going to tell you yet, but I started taking the pill."
His eyes grew big. "Really?" he asked delightedly. She nodded.
"You- you want to do it?" he asked incredulously. "Well, not now! I mean,
I just started taking it. You have to wait like a month, or two months
even, before you're really safe."
He made a face. "Two months?"
"Well, that's why I wasn't going to tell you. But, I never said I wanted
to do it yet."
He got mad. "Well, then, why'd you go on the pill? You're totally teasing
me!"
"No, I'm not. Really, I'm not. The gynecologist put me on it because my
periods were whacked." "Oh." He still sounded mad.
"Ry, I just started getting my period, okay! I mean, you know, not many
girls have sex the same year they start their period. If you told anyone
that someone did, they would tell you that someone was a slut. You know,
if you're so interested in fucking and that's it, why don't you just break
up with me? Why didn't you break up with me a long time ago?" she
demanded, crossing her arms. "Then you can find someone who will screw
your brains out all the time, and then you'd be happy."
"No, Jen! It's not like that." He sighed. "I don't want to break up with
you. I understand your point of view, I guess. You're right about the
period thing. It just bugs me that you don't want me, that's all." "Ryan!
Of course I want you!"
"Yeah, but not like I want you..."
He can't drop it, can he? she thought. I hate fighting with him.
"Just tell me when you're ready, okay? Put it in writing if you want,"
sighed Ryan.
"Fine." She sighed too. "I will, I promise. When I want to do it, I
promise you, you will be the first to know!"
They went back in the house. Thank God, everyone left them alone.
Chapter:
Preface
01-03
04-06
07-09
10-12 13-15
16-18
19-21
22-24
25-27
28-30
31-33
34-36
37-42
43-47
48-49
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