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Chapter 34
Matt sat on his parents bed, staring at the phone. He'd been planning on
calling Jen. He kept telling himself he could call her. Now he was
chickening out again. But it wasn't like she hated him, he told himself.
They did have some sort of relationship. They had slept together, and
still talked to each other. Okay, now, he thought. He picked up the phone
and dialed her number. He knew it by heart. She picked up instantly.
"Hello?"
"Jen? Hi, it's Matt... You know, from track?" "Yeah, I know who you are,"
she sort of laughed. "What's up?"
"Oh, nothing. What are you doing?"
"Nothing. Talking on the phone actually..." "Oh yeah?" Did she mean to me?
he wondered. "Yeah. But I'm glad you called," she told him. "Oh, thanks...
Who are you talking to?" he asked, curious.
"Oh, just this guy..."
His heart sank. "Oh."
"I've been trying to get off with him for ever. Can you hold on?"
"Sure." He heard the click as she went back to the other line, then a
minute later she clicked back. He heard another click as the other line
hung up. "So, what's up?" she asked him.
"Oh, nothing much..."
"Yeah, same here. I was doing my homework when the guy called."
"Oh. Do you have to go?" he asked her, disappointed. "No, I don't have to
go."
"Oh, that's good."
"Yeah..."
Silence. He couldn't think of anything to say. His mind swam. "So who were
you talking to before?" He cringed, now it sounded like he was jealous, or
possessive, or nosy, or...
"Oh, just this guy, Mitch. I don't know him that well. He's kind of
annoying actually."
"Really? Does he go to our school?"
"Nah, he goes to school with Ryan. That's how I met him."
"Oh, are they friends?" He asked even though he didn't want to talk about
Ryan.
"Kinda. Not really though. I don't know. Anyway since me and him broke up
Mitch thinks he's my fucking best friend."
Matt was surprised. Jen sounded really annoyed. "Really? What, does he
call you all the time?" "Yeah. I mean, he's nice and all, but I don't want
to go out with him, you know? And I guess maybe he thinks I do. I don't
know, we talked a bunch, and I told him a lot of personal stuff. Maybe
'cause I needed someone to talk to. You ever do that?"
"Yeah," he said, even though he hadn't really. "Well anyway he calls me
too much and he like, gets all upset if I say I have to go. But oh well.
So how are you?"
"I'm good. The same."
"That's good. God, it seemed like this year just started, huh? But there's
only a couple of months left." "Yeah, I know. It's gone so fast."
"I can't believe I'm almost graduating. High school will be over. It's so
scary, it hasn't seemed like four years at all. Maybe one year. It goes
too fast." "Yeah, I know! Where are you gonna go?" "Oh, I don't know yet.
I haven't heard back from all the schools I've applied to. I don't
know..." "Oh..." He couldn't think of anything else to say. "I'm glad you
called, you know..."
"Really?" he asked.
"Yeah! You know, I'm really sorry about what happened. I wish we could
have gotten to know each other in a different way."
"No, it's not that bad. But I know what you mean." "Yeah, I just feel
really bad. I feel guilty." "You shouldn't! I'm serious!"
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. But you regret it," he told her suddenly, admitting it to himself.
"Well, I wouldn't say I regret it regret it... I mean, I wish it wasn't
like that. I was drunk, and on the rebound, you know? So I wish that could
have been different..."
"Yeah, I know."
"You regret it though?"
"Regret it?" he asked in amazement. "It was the best fucking night of my
life!" he told her, laughing. "Matt! Really?" she asked, flattered.
"Uh, yeah." He added seriously, "But I guess I do regret the other stuff
that came with it..." "Ryan..."
"Well, yeah. And you..." he told her, his heart racing.
"Me? What about me?"
"Well, I mean, I don't know. Now it's awkward I guess. And it hurts, that
you don't like me," he told her suddenly.
"Matt ..." she said. "I told you, I'm sorry. I am. I'm so sorry..."
He didn't say anything, trying not to cry. "I am. I never meant to hurt
you."
"I know," he said. "I know that. Nah, don't worry about it, really. I'll
be okay."
"No, I mean it! I like you Matt, really." "Yeah?"
"Yeah! It wouldn't have been so nice, it if weren't for you..."
"Huh? What, you liked it?" he asked shyly. She laughed. "Yeah, you know I
did... You know, you were a fantastic lover, Matt," she told him
seriously. "Really?" he asked, delighted. "You thought so?" "Yeah, not
that I've had so many or anything. But that's not what I meant I guess. I
mean, because you cared about me I guess..."
"I did... I do!"
"Yeah, I mean, that's why it was so nice. If you hadn't wanted more, it
would have hurt me a lot. 'Cause I don't go around having sex with every
guy, you know? But that's why I feel bad, because I can't give you more.
But I needed you to want more, for me. Isn't that selfish?" He was quiet,
thinking. "I don't know, maybe." "Well I'm sorry. I hope you don't like,
resent me or anything one day."
"Oh, I won't! I could never resent you, Jen." "Really? Thanks."
"No problem," he told her.
He talked to her for awhile longer, half an hour maybe. Not about anything
too serious. When they finally hung up he was so happy, relieved. He could
safely say he was friends with her. He wanted to be there for her, like
she needed.
Matt thought it was funny, how his moods were always changing. One minute
he was so happy, then the next he was miserable. Like he went to bed so
thrilled that night after he had talked to Jen on the phone, but the next
night he was sad. He had tried to talk to her that day but she was
different.
She's embarrassed to be seen with me, he thought painfully. That must be
it. He had sat with her as she and Carrie talked about Kasey and Mitch,
and how Mitch called her all the time and Kasey never did. She thought
Mitch was weird, and that Ryan had thought he did steroids. She wasn't
really telling Matt any of this stuff, he was just sitting there, hoping
to be a part of the conversation. But after awhile he felt like he was
eavesdropping, and he got up and walked away without saying anything. He
didn't think she even noticed. A few days later he was sitting after
track, waiting for his mom to pick him up. His mom insisted on driving him
ever since Ryan had jumped him. There were several other people there,
including Jen. They were hanging around, watching the baseball game. He
went to go get his bag, which he had left by the track, and when he came
back Jen was sitting where had been. So he sat next to her, and she
continued talking to some other people. "Oh shit!" she suddenly gasped.
"What?" demanded Carrie.
"Fuck. It's Mitch over there," she told her. "With the gray sweatshirt.
Fuck, he's gonna see me!" "He's probably here to see you," Carrie told
her. "Didn't you tell him to get lost?"
"Yes! I told him I didn't want to go out with him. He thinks I'm his
girlfriend, I swear! He got kinda mad but then he was okay."
Mitch was walking towards them. He was strong, Matt could tell, but not
that tall. He was holding something in his hand. A rose, Matt noticed. Jen
did too. She stood up when he came up to them.
"Hi," he smiled at her.
"Hi Mitch..." she said. "Um, what are you doing here?"
"Oh, thanks," he teased. "Here, this is for you..." He held out the rose.
She didn't take it. "What's that for?" she asked him. "For you! I'm sorry
we fought."
"We didn't fight," she told him.
"Yeah we did!"
"About what?"
"You know!"
"Mitch," she sighed. "I told you, I can't see you..."
He looked mad. "What? Not even like this, see me?" "I told you, I'm not
your girlfriend!"
He paused. "Yeah, and?"
"Well you shouldn't have brought me a flower. I'm sorry, but..."
"Oh, what?"
"I told you, we're not going out. I'm sorry if you think that, but we're
not. Anyway I can't deal with a relation..."
He interrupted her. "Man, Jen. Ryan really fucked you up, didn't he?" he
demanded rudely.
Her jaw dropped. Then she narrowed her eyes at him. "Go to hell, Mitch,"
she told him coldly. Jen started to turn around, away from him, when his
arm flew out. His fist struck her in the mouth, hard. She cried out, the
blow nearly knocking her over as she was spun around. She pressed her hand
to her mouth. By that time Matt had already jumped up and hit Mitch in the
face as hard as he could. Mitch was startled, almost as startled as Matt
was. But he butted into Matt, knocking him back against the wall.
Jen cried out, and one of the coaches, who had come running when he saw
her get hit, jumped on them. He pulled them apart, and Mitch fought him
off. Matt still tried to hit him, but soon there were too many adults
separating them. A huge crowd had gathered. It had happened so fast.
Someone got Jen some ice, and a campus aide called the police. Matt tried
to talk to Jen, but she just shook her head, in shock. Mitch was
desperately trying to apologize to her before they moved him into one of
the athletic offices. She wouldn't talk to him, she wouldn't even look at
him. She didn't cry, just sat there clutching the ice pack to her mouth.
Brian, Ryan's friend, and Jen's, finally got her to talk. He had his arm
around her, comforting her. Soon she began to look really mad.
"I'm gonna kick his ass," Brian told her. "No!" she sighed. "Brian, he's
not even worth it. Don't worry
about it."
"No way. No real man hits a woman, ever. The guy's dead."
"I told you, don't bother yourself over him. I hate him, I'm sure he'll
leave me alone after this, so don't worry about it. Maybe they'll make him
get counseling or something."
"Ryan's gonna kill him," he told her quietly. She looked over at him.
"Brian, no! Okay?" "Jen, he's gonna find out about it. There's too many
people here for the game. I bet he probably already knows!" "No, I don't
want to deal with this fucking shit. Ryan has no business with this. This
is none of his business. Tell him that, okay?"
"Jen!" exclaimed Ryan. "Ryan's gonna freak! He still loves you, more than
anything. There's no way he'd ever let someone hurt you and not do
anything about it!" "I don't care! I don't want either of them in my life,
got it? Besides, this is nothing compared to how much Ryan hurt me. "
"But still... Aright, I'll tell him you want him to stay out of this,
okay? But if he kills Mitch it's not my fault."
"I know," she sighed.
Two officers came to talk to Jen, filing the report. She didn't want to
press charges, but Carrie and Brian insisted that she did. Matt's mom
showed up then, surprised to see cops next to her son.
Matt was thankful his mom didn't freak too much. "My lip's gonna get
huge," she complained, to nobody in particular.
"Nah, I wouldn't worry about it," Matt told her. "Well it's not like I
have anyone to look pretty for anyway," she muttered.
Matt didn't say anything.
His mom was talking to one of the cops. She motioned for him, that it was
time to leave. He stood up, slowly putting his backpack on.
"Matt?" Jen asked.
He looked at her. She gave him a small smile, then pulled him to her,
giving him a hug.
"Thanks..." she whispered.
"No problem," he smiled at her.
She gave him another tiny smile, then turned and said something to someone
else.
He didn't talk much in the car, and his mom was quiet too. They talked
about what he wanted for dinner, but not Jen or his actions.
His mom told his dad the whole story of course, while he took a shower.
His dad gave him a hug later. "You shouldn't fight Matt," he told him.
"But I'm proud of you. I would have done the same thing in your place."
"Yeah?" he asked.
"Yeah. And if this girl doesn't like you, then she's the one who's missing
out."
Matt shrugged. His dad gave him another hug.
Chapter 35
Ryan thought about his options. He was furious, first of all. But he was
slowly and painfully beginning to accept that Jen wasn't coming back to
him. Part of him couldn't acknowledge that, and that's the part that
wanted to kill Mitch. He'd fucking hit her! He couldn't believe it. The
other half was telling him she wanted him out of her life.
She had been right, he hadn't realized the extent of what he had done.
That was why he just assumed she would forgive him. He replayed it over
and over in his mind, trying to black out his words and replace them with
the right ones. But he couldn't, he couldn't ever take them back.
What Jen had said at Dana's party was just now sinking in, and Mitch
hitting her made him realize for the first time the extent of what he had
done. It made him feel worse, and hate himself more. He wondered if she
still would rather go out with Mitch than Ryan. After all, she'd said that
if he had hit her, it would have hurt her less. What could he do? She
hates me, he thought. I did blow it.
Maybe he could at least call her? Not like he was trying to get back with
her. Just to say he'd heard what had happened, and he felt bad for her and
he hoped she felt better. Like he would for any girl he knew. Would she
hang up on me? he wondered. He knew she might. He was planning on doing
it, but he was too nervous. It's too soon, he thought. I'll do it
tomorrow. He was horrified when he first found out that she'd slept with
the freshman. He'd cried for hours. Then he was angry, and he took it out
physically on Matt. He hated him, of course, besides. But he knew he
didn't rape her, even if he had to tell himself he did so he could hit him
harder.
He knew it was Jen's way of hurting him, even if she didn't realize that
herself. It had worked, nothing could have been worse then her sleeping
with another guy, not after what they'd been through. He hadn't ever
imagined they could break up. He loved her more than anything, more every
day, even though she hated him. His family tried to cheer him up. But they
were mad at him too, especially his dad, even though they tried not to
show it. His brothers didn't know why she'd left him, but his parents did.
Josh had told his dad, big mouth. His dad was furious at Ryan, for his
disgusting behavior. It just made Ryan feel worse, and his dad didn't say
much to him. He only asked him if he would ever treat a girl that way
again. Ryan said never. His dad said he'd figured he learned his lesson.
Maybe he should just call her anyway. He stared at the phone, remembering
when he could count on talking to her every night. If he hadn't called her
by nine, she would always call him. I took her for granted, he thought.
But he called her anyway. He hadn't ever taken her number off speed-dial
on his phone. His heart pounded in his ears as it rang.
"Hello?"
"Uh, hi..."
She paused. "Hi."
"Um, it's Ryan..."
"I know who it is."
"Oh, well, how are you?"
"Fine," she told him.
"That's good. I-I heard about what happened, with that Mitch guy...I'm
sorry."
"Yeah. Well, don't worry about it."
"I-I wasn't! I mean, I just wanted to see if you were okay..."
"Oh, yeah, I'm fine. Gonna have a fat lip, but that's about it."
"Well, it could have been worse."
"Yeah, you're right. He could have gone out with me for three years then
told me to fuck off," she said sarcastically.
He couldn't think of anything to say. He was about to say that he never
said that, but he knew he had, without words. She was still so angry at
him. "I'm sorry," he said, even though he knew it wouldn't help. "Yeah, so
am I." The way she said it he knew she was sorry he'd done it, not sorry
she hadn't forgiven him. Or maybe sorry she'd ever met him.
"Well, so I just wanted to make sure you were okay..." "Yeah, I am."
"Maybe I'll see you later?"
"Ryan," she sighed. "Don't. We can't be friends, we can't! Don't you know
that?"
"Well, yeah, but... I don't know, maybe..." "No. There's just no way. It's
just impossible." He paused. "Yeah, I guess you're right." "Yeah... You
have some stuff over here by the way." "Oh yeah?" he asked, sadly. He knew
he did, he'd practically lived at her house. Getting his stuff seemed so
final.
"Yeah. Some notebooks. And your black baseball hat, and some other
clothes. I don't care when you pick them up," she said coldly.
"Oh. Okay, I-I'll get them sometime soon. I promise." She didn't say
anything. His last two words hung in the silence, "I promise..."
He tried not to cry. "Bye," he muttered. She hung up.
He slowly hung up himself. He lay back down on his bed, staring at his
books. He opened them, feeling numb, but he couldn't study. What was he
going to do now? He had friends, but he'd just lost the best one he'd ever
had. It was like a part of him had been ripped out. He felt hollow inside.
He reflected some more, something he'd been doing all the time lately. He
tried to push the memories out of his mind, but he couldn't.
A knock came on his door.
"Come in," he sighed, picking up his book again. Will came in. "Hi," he
said glumly. "What are you doing?"
"Nothing. Just studying."
His brother sat at his desk. "I need some advice about girls," he said.
Ryan didn't say anything. His brothers came to him all the time for
advice, but they had pretty much left him alone since Jen had left him.
"Well since- are you busy?"
"No. I'm probably not the best guy to ask though," he sighed. "What's the
matter?"
"Well, you know Andie? Well I don't think she likes me anymore. I mean
this other guy, Travis, likes her too. And she talks to him in class all
the time and they passed a note today. What should I do? I love her a
lot."
"Will, you don't know anything about love," Ryan said disgustedly. "You're
only ten!"
"Yes I do!" His face crumpled. Ryan felt bad. Will was as much of a mama's
boy as Ryan had been, "wearing his heart on his sleeve," as their dad
said. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that. I just, I don't know. Well,
who does she like?"
He shrugged. "I don't know! Alex told her I still liked her but she said
she didn't know who she liked. It's not fair. How can I get her to still
go with me?" Ryan sighed, shaking his head. "You can't. I mean you just
have to make it so she wants to go out with you." "How do I do that?"
"Treat her nice. And just hope that she doesn't like anyone else better."
Will paused. "Did Jen like someone else better?" he asked quietly.
Ryan looked at him sharply. Will sat there at his desk, sitting on his
hands, looking at him seriously. He looked just like Ryan, everybody said
so. And he acted like him too. He looked up to him a lot, and emulated
him. Ryan looked down at his hands.
"No," he said.
"Why'd she leave then? Did you treat her bad?" Ryan paused, then nodded.
"Yeah, I treated her bad. Badly," he corrected.
"What did you do?"
"I don't want to talk about it. I'll tell you one day maybe..."
"Are you sad?" he asked pensively.
He shrugged sadly, but nodded.
"Maybe she'll come back," Will said brightly. "Maybe if you say you're
sorry?"
"I already did," he sighed. "It's no use. She's not gonna come back."
Will nodded, thinking.
"See, that's what happens when you're a dick. So be nice!"
"Oh, I will! I always try to be."
"Good."
Will stood up. "You wanna go play basketball?" he asked, trying to cheer
him up.
Ryan shook his head. "Nah, I can't. I have to study." Actually he just
wanted to feel sorry for himself. "Okay," said Will. "I'll ask Robby. See
you later!" he said brightly, leaving.
Ryan lay back down, remembering how much Jen loved his brothers.
He remembered one time a month or so back, Will had asked a girl, Andie,
to the movies, and her parents were going to drive them. His whole family
had teased him about "the date," and Jen was delighted.
But she took one look at Will in Ryan's bathroom and refused to let him
out of the house like that. He'd completely saturated his hair with gel
and hair spray, and had "bathed himself in cologne" according to Jen. "No,
no, no," she'd told him. "Get into the shower." "No!" he'd protested.
"Why?"
"Will! No! You canNOT go out looking like that." "Why not?" he asked,
insulted.
"Well, for one thing..." she began, touching his hair. "Your hair is
completely petrified. It probably weighs eight pounds."
"Well I just wanna look nice," he whined, looking crushed.
"I know," she told him. "And you do. But you just look like you're trying
too hard..."
"Really?"
"Yeah! You gotta look casual."
"How do I do that?"
"I'll help you," she smiled at him in the mirror. "First get in the shower
and wash your hair two or three times and scrub all the cologne off. And
use conditioner! Don't worry, you'll be ready in time."
He hesitated. "Okay..."
"Aright. Get in the shower," she told him, and began rifling through the
drawers for hair supplies. "You have to leave!" Will wailed. "You can't
look!" "Oh, sorry!" she told him, surprised. "But hurry up!" She left, and
Ryan had been shaking his head at her while Will locked the door behind
her.
"I need some good hair stuff," she told him. "We can't let Will out of the
house looking anything less than stunning."
He kissed her. "Ask my mom. She probably has some stuff."
She came back with an armful of supplies, a hair dryer, combs, and bottles
of stuff to "stunnify" Will, as Ryan put it.
He stood in the doorway, amused, and watched her go to work on Will, who
was standing in front of the mirror clad in only pants.
"See," she told him, "the key is, less is more, got it?" She combed a tiny
amount of mousse into his wet hair. He frowned at his appearance in the
mirror. "Don't worry!" she told him. "I promise you'll be ready in time!"
Jen dried his hair with the screeching blow dryer, while Ryan caught her
eye in the mirror, giving her a smile. Will began to smile at his
reflection as his hair dried, shining in the light.
She combed it, letting it part naturally. "Close your eyes," she
instructed, spraying the tiniest mist of hair spray on. "There we go," she
smiled at him. "What should I wear?" he asked, starting to leave. "No,
you're not done in here yet," she told him. "Up!" she instructed.
He giggled as she sprayed deodorant on his naked armpits. "Are your teeth
brushed?" she asked. "No, not yet."
"Brush your teeth. So, are you gonna kiss her?" "I don't know!" he
responded, looking flustered. "Will! You gotta kiss her. If you don't
she's gonna think you don't like her!"
"But what if she doesn't want me to kiss her?" he whined.
"I bet she does. I bet you that every girl in your class would love for
you to kiss them," said Jen, wrapping her arms around Will as they both
looked in the mirror. "Really? But I've never kissed a girl before... I
don't know how!"
"That's okay. It's easy. Ryan, comere..." Ryan stood in front of her, so
Will could see. "Show Will how to kiss a girl," she ordered, smiling at
him as they looked into each other's eyes.
"Okay," he agreed, smiling back. "You should ask her first if you can, if
you don't know," he told Will. "Then if she says yes," he said, still
looking into Jen's eyes. "Then you look deep into her eyes, and lean in"
he leaned in "and close your eyes" he closed his eyes "and touch her lips
lightly with your lips," he murmured softly, kissing her gently. He pulled
back. "Then you pull back. And maybe you kiss her again..." he added,
leaning in and giving her another kiss. She smiled at him.
"See! It's easy!" smiled Jen.
Will looked at himself in the mirror as he brushed his teeth. Jen sprayed
a bit of Ryan's cologne on him, teaching him how to spray it into the air
and step into it. "Now we gotta get you into some cool clothes. None of
this baggy skater stuff. You wanna make a good impression on her parents,
don't you?" she asked when he'd protested. He nodded, and she went into
his room across the hall, inspecting his closet and drawers for the
perfect outfit.
"Wear these jeans," Ryan heard her tell him. "No, the black ones! Yeah.
Will! Why don't you ever wear this shirt? This is the raddest shirt!" she
exclaimed. Ryan laughed in his room. "Yeah, your black shoes are good.
They're not that scuffed, and plus they match... Okay, I'm leaving, I'm
leaving!"
Jen came back into Ryan's room, jumping on him on the bed. "I got kicked
out again," she smiled. "He has to change and he doesn't want me to see
his sexy body." He kissed her, deeply. "I like it when you take charge,"
he whispered to her. "How 'bout you fix me up later?"
She kissed him back, murmuring that she would as long as he didn't make
her leave when he got naked. "I promise," he laughed. They kissed gently.
"Well?" Will demanded in the doorway.
Jen whistled, and he blushed, grinning. "There we go! You're pretty hot
there me boy! If you don't watch out Ry I just might leave you for Will!"
she teased. "They're gonna be here pretty soon. What should I say to her?"
he asked, looking worried. "When should I kiss her?" He sat on the bed.
Jen sat up. "Aright. You gotta say she looks pretty, first of all. And you
kiss her in the movie theater, 'cause that's probably the only time her
parents won't be there."
"But remember, ask her first if you can kiss her," Ryan reminded. "But
don't attack her."
He nodded, looking excited and worried. "Go get her a flower from the
backyard," Ryan told him. "Ask Mom or Dad first. And make sure there's no
thorns!" "And don't get dirty!" Jen reminded as Will ran out. "Your
brother's so cute!" she told him. He nodded.
"But you're cuter," she whispered, kissing him again. She lay on him and
kissed him until the doorbell rang, when they jumped up to see Will and
his "date." Will and the girl stood there staring at each other shyly as
her dad talked to his parents. She was very pretty, a little blond with
big brown eyes. "This is for you, Andie," Will told her, holding out a
freshly cut rose.
"Thank you," she blushed.
"You look pretty..." he said.
"Thank you," she repeated, blushing even more. Her dad smiled down at
Will. "Ready to go?" he asked. "Thank you John," said Karen to her dad.
"We'll see you later... Have fun guys!"
"We will," Will called back as he walked his date to her parents van. He
looked back over his shoulder, giving his family the "A-OK" sign, and
winked. They laughed hysterically as the door closed. Jen and Ryan laughed
all the way back to his bedroom. They locked the door behind them, and
wrapped their arms around each other, kissing passionately. "Aright,
aright," Jen breathed, dragging him into the bathroom. "Your turn..."
"Yeah?" he grinned at her. "Will you clean me up and make me pretty?"
"You already are pretty but yeah..." she told him, running the bath water.
She poured bubble bath into the water. "Get out of those clothes young
man! They simply won't do for tonight!" she teased.
"Buttons are too hard for me," he said sadly. "Will you help me?"
"Sure," she laughed. She unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it off and kissing
his bare neck. His nipples stiffened in the draft and from her touch. Her
fingers fumbled between them, unzipping his jeans and pulling them down
past his hips. He kissed her again while she stripped him of all his
clothes.
"Yea!! I get bubbles!" he exclaimed in delight, stepping into the tub. He
sighed in pleasure as he sank down into the hot water.
Jen kneeled on the side of the tub, sliding her hands into the water and
exploring his body. Her arms in past her elbows, she rubbed her hands all
over him in the soapy water.
Laughing, she pushed him under the water so his hair got wet. She rubbed
the sweet smelling shampoo into his hair, creating a lather while he
sighed. The hot water felt so good on his head while she sprayed the
shampoo out with the shower nozzle. She suddenly pulled the nozzle down
and sprayed the hot water over his crotch, the head of his hard cock
sticking out above the surface of the water. He gasped in surprise and
pleasure, then laughed with her.
"Aright, conditioner..." she told him, massaging the slimy liquid into his
hair. "It needs to sit for a few minutes," she told him.
"Well, I'm sure there's other things we can do..." She continued to
massage his body, his chest and shoulders. He rolled around onto his
stomach. She rubbed his back, scrubbing it with the sponge, her hands
kneading into his muscular body. Her hands slipped lower, and he closed
his eyes. He'd gotten over his fear of being thought of as gay, and just
admitted what felt good felt good, and that felt good.
Her wet finger slipped inside him, leaving no part of him unclean. He
groaned, his eyes still closed, as she pressed down and rubbed his
prostate.
"Fuck," he gasped. Had his dick been touched the slightest bit he would
have cum immediately. Her finger slowly moved in and out of him, gently,
not going in past the first knuckle. He groaned again, then turned over
again, not wanting to cum yet. She rubbed the rest of him until her hands
were wrinkled from the water. She washed all the conditioner out of his
hair, and he stood up, his dick standing up with him.
She wrapped a big towel around him, and he climbed out of the tub. She
dried him off as he shivered from the cold.
She dried his hair with the towel, kissing him. She rubbed lotion into his
skin, then baby powder. He tried to take her clothes off but she wouldn't
let him. With the towel wrapped tightly around his waist, she dried his
hair, so soft from the conditioner. Then she sat on the sink in front of
him, and applied his shaving cream. She gently shaved him with the sharp
razor, slowly dragging it up to strip the white cream away. He gazed down
at her as she tried carefully not to cut his skin. She wiped off the
excess foam with a warm rag, then patted him dry with aftershave. She
smiled as she ran her hands down his smooth cheek. She rubbed her cheek to
his, kissing his ear and neck. He picked her up off the sink, her legs
wrapped around his hips. His towel fell to the floor as he brought her to
his bed. He took her clothes off while she lay back. He lay on top of her,
his hardness pressed against her skin. He kissed her and kissed her, his
tongue probing lower and lower while she gasped. His teeth ever so gently
went around her clit, then he began to suck. She pushed herself back
against him, and he rolled onto his back. She straddled his face, her head
back from the incredible pleasure. She gasped, then groaned loudly and
cried out as she climaxed. She fell forward, still sitting on his face
while he licked up her juices. His tongue still flickered against her
clit, and she sat back up, then got up for a second while she turned
around.
He grabbed her hips and pushed her into him, groaning into her as she took
him into her mouth. He kept licking her, drowning in pleasure as she
sucked his dick, her fist tight around his shaft. His arms wrapped tightly
around her ass as he buried his face into her pink folds.
She let go of him temporarily, groaning and breathing and riding his face.
Then she swallowed him again, sucking hard and massaging his balls at the
same time. He knew she wanted him to cum when she did that. She took one
of her fingers into her mouth alongside his cock, and rubbed it against
the tip. He let out a cry, muffled from underneath her. Then she removed
the wet finger, instead sliding it down his balls and inserting it into
his ass.
He let out a wail, his hips thrusting up as he started shooting into her
mouth. She sucked it out of him, feeling him pulsate and contract
rhythmically around her finger. She ground herself harder against him,
whimpering as his tongue worked that much harder against her clit. She
kept sucking him while her whole body shook from her orgasm.
She lay on him, moaning softly and gasping while he kept licking her.
Finally she rolled off him, onto her side. She turned back around,
snuggling up to him while he kissed her. She smiled at him, with his
messed up hair and glassy eyes.
"I love ya," she told him.
"I love you," he whispered back. "Wanna go take a bath?"
She smiled. "Yeah!"
They went into the bathroom, and he drew another bath. This time they both
climbed into the soapy water. He lay against the side of the tub, and she
leaned back on him. He closed his eyes, inhaling the sweet smell of her
hair, which she had piled on top of her head. One finger traced her hard
nipple slowly.
"This is the best..." she breathed.
"Hmm-mmm..." he agreed, his eyes still closed. "I mean, it's hard to think
of anything being better. Just being here with you is the best, just
relaxing, you know? It's so great..."
"Yeah," he whispered, wrapping his arms around her tightly.
"Your parents know when to leave us alone," she laughed, twisting around
onto her stomach. "Good!" he smiled down at her.
She kissed his hard stomach in front of her. She rested her cheek against
his chest. They lay there together for a long while.
He rubbed her back with the sponge, then sunk down lower into the water as
he hardened again. He closed his eyes again, giving a little grunt of
pleasure as she impaled herself on him. Slowly she moved above him, and he
gripped the side of the tub. She lay down on him, moaning softly.
Her hands slipped underneath his back in the tub. She hugged him tight,
her cheek on his wet chest as she continued moving over him. He slid in
and out of her and gasped, his head going back to rest against the cold
porcelain. "Fuck," he gasped, as his cream spurted out into her.
She lay on him, breathing hard. She kissed him again, and they lay in the
tub together until the water started to get cold. Then they climbed out,
tired. They lay on the bed, and he massaged her back and rubbed lotion
into her skin for awhile, until Will came home. When they heard the car
they pulled their clothes on, smiling at each other.
"Think Will got laid?" joked Ryan.
"I bet he did," she laughed. "Your brother's a mack." They went out, where
Jen pounced on Will, hugging him while he blushed. Karen and JR laughed,
but Will refused any questions.
"He doesn't kiss and tell," teased Robby. "Shut up," he blushed.
They dragged him into Ryan's room.
"Come on Will," begged Jen. "We demand details!" "Did you kiss her?" asked
Robby.
Will nodded coolly. "Yup. I kissed her a whole bunch!"
"Did you get "cancer" for her?" Robby teased. "Shut up," he muttered.
"So, is it true love? Marriage? Three kids and a dog?" asked Jen.
"She's my woman," Will smiled.
All four of them laughed so hard they nearly fell off the bed.
Ryan smiled now at the memory. But only briefly.
Chapter 36
Ryan went out the next week with his friends. They ended up at Melissa's
house. Ryan wondered if Jen would show up. He knew they would run into
each other sometime, it couldn't be avoided; they hung out with the same
group.
"Jen's coming over," Melissa told him.
"Oh yeah?" he answered, trying to sound like he didn't care. But his heart
was racing.
They all sat around, watching TV. When Jen walked in the door she barely
looked at him, only glanced at him like she did everyone else. She sat on
the floor next to Melissa, smiling and talking to her and in general
acting like she didn't give a fuck who the hell Ryan Harper was. Ryan sat
on the couch, trying not to look at her, but he couldn't help it.
He stared at her back and hair while she faced the TV. There was some
special on MTV. Ryan wasn't really paying attention except to know that it
was about sex or something. Everyone laughed when it was said that guys
were like "dogs," when it came to sex.
A girl he didn't know laughed and said, "That is so true!" when the person
who was talking continued to say that girls don't understand that about
guys, and that they "think they're going to marry the first guy they get
with."
Jen laughed too, and said, "I know!" to the girl. "Girls think, 'We're
gonna get married,'" she squealed in a high voice. "And the guys are like,
'Next!'" Jen laughed again. "But then the girls snap out of it and then
they're like, 'Next!"
The other girl laughed. "God," she said seriously. "I totally regret it,
the guy I first did it with." Oh shit, thought Ryan. Don't say it Jen, oh
please don't say...
"Me too!" agreed Jen emphatically. "I know exactly what you mean. God, I
wish I'd never even met the guy." Ryan looked down at his hands. He felt
several pairs of eyes boring into him, none of which belonged to Jen, or
the other girl, who didn't know about Jen and Ryan. "Oh yeah?" the girl
asked. "Wow I like your shirt," she told her as Jen peeled off her
sweatshirt. "Thanks."
Melissa jumped up to get the phone, while Ryan sat frozen, still staring
at his hands. She came back in and told Jen it was for her. Jen leapt up
and went into the bedroom to get it, and Ryan felt sick as people around
the room looked at each other and raised their eyebrows about Jen and
Ryan. His vision became blurry as his eyes filled with tears. He couldn't
stand their staring and got up slowly, going down the hall and laying down
on the bed in the dark guest bedroom.
Corey followed him. "Come on Ryan. You know she's just trying to hurt you
on purpose," he told him. "Yeah, I know..."
"Then what's the matter?"
"Maybe she's doing a good fucking job!" he snapped. "Come on. Don't think
she's forgotten about you because I know she hasn't. If she didn't care
she wouldn't go out of her way to try to hurt you."
Ryan didn't say anything.
"Come on, don't be in here by yourself. Come back out!"
Ryan sighed. "Fine..."
When they walked back in Jen was leaving, standing up with her purse on.
She looked over at them, her eyes meeting with Ryan's only briefly before
she looked away. She walked out to a chorus of "bye's!" with Brian trying
to trip her as she walked out. Ryan felt jealous of their camaraderie.
He sat back down, giving Corey a look.
"Where'd Jen go?" Corey asked.
"Oh, over to what's his name's..." said Melissa. Ryan felt like someone
had hit in the chest with a sledgehammer. Some other guy. She is over me,
he thought. She's going out to get fucked, he thought painfully. Next.
"Who?" Corey asked.
"What his name, Kasey!" imitated Melissa. Ryan sat on the couch, staring
at nothing. "Who the fuck's Kasey?" demanded Corey. "Oh, some guy... I
don't know, he's a total stoner. I guess she likes him though. I don't
know why. Well, I guess he is pretty cute."
"So, Jen's already out fucking someone is she," said Corey.
Shut up, thought Ryan.
Melissa gave him a dirty look. "I didn't say that," she told him.
"Oh. So she ever talk about Ryan?" he asked seriously.
Melissa looked at Ryan. "Um, I don't know... No. Well, not to say anything
nice she doesn't." Ryan stood up. "Uh, I'm gonna head back now. I'm tired.
You comin'?" he asked Corey,
"Yeah, aright."
"If you want my honest opinion I don't think she really gives a fuck about
Kasey, Ry," said Melissa. He gave her his fakest smile.
Chapter:
Preface
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07-09
10-12
13-15
16-18
19-21
22-24
25-27
28-30
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37-42
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