The way back seemed longer. For a moment I thought we were lost but in the distance then I saw the house behind the trees and my stomach muscles started to churn up, I was tense from head to toe. We didn’t make it all the way to the house, I didn’t need the car lights to see him, walking in our direction. Eduardo was smart enough to stop, he knew him too well. I had no other choice but to sit there and wait, I even removed my own seat belt as he opened my door. With just the moonlight was hard to see his face, but saying he was angry would be a close guess. Without saying a word, he pulled me out of the vehicle and held me close to his body. He barely gave Eduard any acknowledgment before shutting the door a little bit too hard. When had him arrived? How had he known we were coming from the back road? Should I say even something? Would it change anything? Better not, things might get worse for Edward. Me, I was trapped in this whole deal with
Eduardo disappeared the next day, I only asked once and the had to go home, and that was a big at lie. He either had some heated exchanged of words or feared it. At least could have said goodbye, he had been nice to have around. My social privileges weren’t reinstated but at least Lacey was able to come over and I was able to dump all on her. Not the part where I want physical stuff to happen or the bathroom episode when he saw me all wet and naked. All the other stuff, and the more I told her and heard myself the less serious her face looked. I saw one corner of her mouth twitch and the hysterics began. She laughed and laughed while I felt my whole face burning to something that felt like anger. “Let me know when you’re done.” I brushed an imaginary lint of my jersey pants trying to hide the hot boiling shame trying to scurry its way out of me. “I’m sorry, but do you hear yourself?” She said between laughs when she was finally able to articulate like a normal p
This is the first time, in a long while, that I find it hard to get into a woman’s pants. Don’t get me wrong, I’m no Casanova but I didn’t have to work so much. She’s no saint either but the town is small and the rumors do reach my ears but somehow, she doesn’t see me. Is bad enough that I have to pretend it doesn’t affect me but for the longest time she has been engraved in my thoughts the second I saw her. It didn’t help that she was by baby sister best friend. Her rare appearances at home most of the time were unannounced. Mostly bumping into her on her way out, stopping her for a few blessed seconds with silly question around the main topic of all our conversations; my sister’s health. Her sole companion knew the reality of the accident and was one of the only people Becky would confide everything. One or two times I drove her home, whenever her siblings were caught up and those times she was accompanied by my sister. I can’t take out of my mind the time it start
Attempt number two for mission wedding dress was a success, although in a different store but this time I went with Clara and by then word had spread around. The dress was simple, white, long enough to cover my leg and it had a bit of lace. Okay fine, it was the prettiest dress I’ve ever seen, a little bit loose on the chest area and some hemming was needed since there was no need for me to drag the train, I wasn’t really walking down the aisle. I was to be carried or roll down myself all the way there. The specifics weren’t quite there yet, or at least I didn’t know them, maybe no one had thought of it or asked. People hated to ask about mobility things around me. In two days, I was going to become Mrs. Andreas MacKinnon and it was all going to change for me. Cold feet or not there was no going back. The thrill, the butterflies, the urge to puke kept coming. According to Lacey, the town was buzzing after the news got out. I, Rebecca Kennedy was getting married, but
I want to say it. But as always, I chicken out. I'd rather keep my mouth shut. And not revealed that I have Zero experience. That a boy has never been close to The South region area, yes well that’s humiliating enough. Yes, I am a virgin the last one my age, I think. At least in the vicinity that I know of. Taking a sip of wine not only makes me makes do funny faces and takes me back that night; when he took me on something like seemed like a date. I'm trying to call myself down. But he's making me feel like a child, Like a lusty child, a teeny bopper. Weird. An obsession. Yes, I have been thinking about what's going to happen on my wedding night. I'm thinking about how it is going to feel and I'm thinking about how much more experienced his sexual experience is over mine. That he's going to teach me things I never dreamed myself doing and that I'm not going to be able to accomplish them, that I'm going to fail. And then he's going to lock me in a t
Andreas’s POV Little does she know how exciting it is to me that she has no idea what to do. I’m trying to not go overboard. I’m trying to control myself and for a moment it works, but when her little tongue brushed mine my little buddy liked it so much that now is pressing onto her hip. She has this wild look in her eyes and her pink lips are now a darker shade. Gears are turning inside her head; I think she liked it. Yes, defile her innocence was going to happen slowly. I was going to show her everything eventually, but I was going to take my sweet time doing so. “Fun?” Big doe eyes, the same one she had on that first time she offered herself to me. Those same ones that kept haunting me at night. She really had no clue, didn’t she? “Teaching you how to…do stuff…” I let the rest to her imagination, but low enough for to get what I really mean. Her face quickly redness another thing that I enjoyed doing. Her pouty mouth quivered. I like the way she
“This is for your honeymoon.” The single sheet of fabric was not only see-through but had to be at least designed for a toddler. I was pretty it wouldn’t go past my navel. “I can’t wear that.” “Why the hell not?” “My scars.” “For the last time. He will not care about them; he’ll be too busy checking out the rest of you.” “How do you know?” We had been arguing about what should I keep in my closet, what clothes should I wear with him in bed. She wanted to get rid of all my fuzzy pajamas, all my bright-colored underwear claiming that they weren’t sexy and made me look more like a child. “You need to stop wearing a sports bra, the uni-boob is unflattering.” This had been going on for two hours, telling me my style was outdated and that my husband expected more than soft cotton and jeans. Flannel was not for the bedroom and that I should try wearing a tong since heels were out of the question. All of this was too overwhelming, why should I
“This is for your honeymoon.” The single sheet of fabric was not only see-through but had to be at least designed for a toddler. I was pretty it wouldn’t go past my navel. “I can’t wear that.” “Why the hell not?” “My scars.” “For the last time. He will not care about them; he’ll be too busy checking out the rest of you.” “How do you know?” We had been arguing about what should I keep in my closet, what clothes should I wear with him in bed. She wanted to get rid of all my fuzzy pajamas, all my bright-colored underwear claiming that they weren’t sexy and made me look more like a child. “You need to stop wearing a sports bra, the uni-boob is unflattering.” This had been going on for two hours, telling me my style was outdated and that my husband expected more than soft cotton and jeans. Flannel was not for the bedroom and that I should try wearing a tong since heels were out of the question. All of this was too overwhelming, why should I change who I was just because I was abo