I was turned on, nervous and scared all at the same time. I could not believe that I was going to be with the real man of my dreams. He set me down gently on the bed, and as I looked up into those dark brown eyes that I had fallen in love with when I was sixteen. "Rawls, I need to tell you something." Rawls leaned in, his hand cupping my face. "You can tell me anything, Claire." My nerves were about to get the best of me, but I don't think he would want to find out about my virginity as a surprise. "I have dated but..." "Baby, I could care less about who has been here before me. All that matters is that I am going to be your only one for the rest of your life." I think my ovaries just exploded, but he is not understanding what I am trying to say. "That's not it. Please listen, honey." It was hard to think straight as he was kissing on my neck and down towards my chest as he was slowly pulling off my shorts. I had to grab his face and pull his face towards mine so he
I could not believe how tight Claire was and how good it felt. I wanted to take it slow, because I wanted her to get all of the pleasure, and I did not want to finish too quickly. I watched her face carefully, my eyes never leaving her as I pushed deeper. "You're okay, Just keep breathing." I could tell she was focusing on her breathing, and I started to gently stroke her cheek. I could see a tear rolling down her face. I wiped it away before it could reach the pillow. I looked into her eyes searching for any sign of pain or discomfort. She nodded and took a deep breath. "Keep going," she whispered. I did, inch by inch, filling her up as far as I could go. With each push, I felt her opening up to me, her body giving way to mine. Her tightness was unlike anything I had ever felt. I was claiming a part of her that no one else had ever touched. It was a feeling that was hard to explain, but it made me feel like I was the most powerful man in the world. Her walls gripped me li
Even though I wanted to stay the night with Rawls, I was going to have to go home. I didn’t want my parents to get suspicious and I needed to be up early for work in the morning. I kissed him deeply, trying to convey everything I felt in that one kiss. "I have to go," I whispered against his lips. "My parents will be worried if I don't come home." Rawls nodded, his arms tightening around me briefly before he released me. "I understand," he said, his voice thick with reluctance. "But I don't want you to go." "Me neither," I admitted, feeling a pang of sadness at the thought of leaving the warm cocoon of his arms. "But my parents will be worried." How am I becoming the voice of reason this time. Rawls sighed, his chest rising and falling with the effort to control his desire to keep me there. "You're right. But I don't want you to go. I want you here with me, in our bed." His voice was low and gruff, a stark contrast to the softness of his touch. "Did you just say our bed
Just knowing that Claire was okay was a relief. I was worried I had hurt her since she was a virgin. I did everything in my power to take it easy with her. She was so responsive to my touch. I have to concentrate to not just fuck her into the bed. The tightness and wetness she possessed was my undoing. She was mine, that is an undeniable fact. The thought of her carrying my baby grew stronger as I lay there in the bed we had just shared. The idea was so tempting, so all-consuming that it was all I could think about. I knew it was fast, and we had a lot of shit to deal with, but the thought of her swollen with my child was making it hard to think of anything else. I had to get my mind off of it. I grabbed my phone and pulled up the tracker app for my car. She had made it to the beach house. That was a relief. It was late, but I was going to check the cameras to make sure she is okay. I am very concerned about her mental state in the way she rushed out of Claire's house. I clicked
Rawls and us alone for a weekend. My heart was racing at the thought. I had to tell my parents something as a reason to be away from home. Even though I am an adult they still worry and I feel like I need to let them know if I am going somewhere. That evening, I sat at the dinner table with Mom and Dad, trying to act normal. T I pushed the food around my plate, my stomach in knots. I had to tell them something, anything to get out of the house tomorrow. The silence was deafening. "Claire, are you okay? You have been really quiet tonight." Mom can always tell if something is wrong. "I know this is random," I began, taking a deep breath. "But I need to get out of town for the weekend. Just to clear my head." My parents exchanged a worried glance. "Is everything okay?" Dad asked, setting down his fork. "Yeah," I said, forcing a smile. "It's just... it has just been really stressful at work?" Mom reached across the table, placing her hand gently on mine. "You know you can talk
I met Rawls at a parking garage on the other side of town, a place where we were unlikely to be seen by anyone we knew. The concrete structure was cold and sterile, the fluorescent lights flickering overhead. His eyes lit up when he saw me, and all the tension in my body melted away. We shared a quick, passionate kiss before he opened the door to his favorite pickup truck. The smell of leather and his cologne filled the car, a comforting scent that made me feel safe. As we drove away from the city, the anticipation grew stronger with every mile. We talked about trivial things, trying to keep our nerves at bay, the radio playing softly in the background. His hand found mine, and we drove in a comfortable silence, the warmth of his touch reassuring me that we were making the right choice. The cabin was exactly as he described, a cozy retreat hidden away from the prying eyes of the world. The woods surrounding it whispered secrets as we unpacked the truck, the sound of our footsteps
The weekend ended way too quickly. As we drove home, I could see Claire continually looking at her ring. We had not discussed the real possibility of a pregnancy. We have not been practicing safe sex this weekend or the first time we were together. I feel like I am being the irresponsible one in all of this. Claire having my baby makes me very happy. But on the other hand, she has just started her career in social work and I wouldn’t want to stand in the way of what she has worked so hard to accomplish. I broke the silence, because we were quickly heading back to reality. "We need to talk about what happens next, Claire." I tried not to show how worried I am. She turned to me, her eyes searching mine. "What do you mean?" "Well, you know, about us, and what people might say. And..." I took a deep breath. "What if you are pregnant?" The color drained from Claire's face, and she took her hand away to clutch the ring. "I did not even think about that," she whispered. The truck'
My hand felt empty without Claire's, and the cold metal of the ring box in my pocket was a stark reminder of the promise I had made. I took a deep breath and walked inside, the sound of my boots on the hardwood floor echoing through the house. The television was playing in the background, and I could hear Evie's footsteps as she approached the door. "Dad?" she called out, her voice had a hint of anger. I turned to face her, trying to put on a calm face. “Evie, I am so glad you are home. I have been worried about you.” Her eyes narrowed slightly. "Where were you?." "Out of town," I replied, trying to keep my voice even. "I had some work to take care of." It was a lie, but one I hoped she would believe. Evie looked at me skeptically. "On a Friday night?" She knew my work schedule better than anyone. "It was unexpected," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "A last-minute emergency." "Yeah, sure," Evie said, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "And I bet this 'emergency' was
I had trouble sleeping most of the night. I am worried about Rawls doing something to Jonathan after what happened yesterday. I love him dearly for wanting to protect me, but I don't want him to do something that will land him in jail. Claire: Thelma, I need to meet with you before we get started with work. Thelma: What's up sugar plum? Claire: It's about Jonathan. Something happened and I really need to talk about it. Thelma: Ok. Meet me at the office at 730 and we can have time before anyone else gets in. I don't know what I would do without Thelma. She has been my rock and confidant through so much. Rawls wasn't going into later to the office, so I snuck in and gave him a quick kiss before I headed out the door. I thought he was asleep, but he was just pretending because he grabbed me around the waist and pulled me down on the bed. "Where do you think, you are going to so early, my love." He was kissing down my neck and his facial hair was rubbing on my neck and g
I had trouble sleeping most of the night. I am worried about Rawls doing something to Jonathan after what happened yesterday. I love him dearly for wanting to protect me, but I don't want him to do something that will land him in jail. Claire: Thelma, I need to meet with you before we get started with work. Thelma: What's up sugar plum? Claire: It's about Jonathan. Something happened and I really need to talk about it. Thelma: Ok. Meet me at the office at 730 and we can have time before anyone else gets in. I don't know what I would do without Thelma. She has been my rock and confidant through so much. Rawls wasn't going into later to the office, so I snuck in and gave him a quick kiss before I headed out the door. I thought he was asleep, but he was just pretending because he grabbed me around the waist and pulled me down on the bed. "Where do you think, you are going to so early, my love." He was kissing down my neck and his facial hair was rubbing on my neck and g
It took everything in me to not go to Claire's office and beat the hell out of Jonathan Cramer. How dare he try to lay a hand on my woman. Makes me wonder how many other women he has tried this with. The image of Claire's tear-stained face and her trembling voice recounting the assault played over and over in my mind like a horror movie. I know I had to be smart about this. I couldn't just go in there and start throwing punches. That would only make things worse for Claire. But the urge to protect her was burning a hole in my chest. I couldn't sit around and do nothing while that scumbag was out there, breathing the same air as her. I had to come up with a plan. As the day dragged on, I found myself unable to focus on anything but the rage simmering just beneath the surface. The office felt like it was closing in on me, each tick of the clock a reminder of the injustice that had occurred. I knew I had to channel this anger into something productive. After a restless lunch,
When the nurse came in this morning, I was feeling a little bit better. They were cutting back on my meds. I was going to have a group therapy session today. Guess they want me to be lucid in order for me to bare my soul. The therapist, Mrs. Hennessey, reminded me of a grandmother. She had a gentle way about her that made it easier to talk about the darkest moments of my life. But today, she was going to get more than she bargained for. The group therapy was small, only five of us, all young women with sad eyes and no smiles on their faces. We all had our reasons for being here, our own demons to face. I was the quiet one, the one who didn't say much. But today, I had to tell them. I had to get this secret off my chest. Mrs. Hennessey, the therapist, sat in the circle with us. She had a gentle smile that didn't quite reach her eyes, like she had seen too much pain in her career. "Let's start with you, Toni," she said, turning to the girl with short hair that was dyed blue.
As soon as I heard the backdoor, I was so happy Claire was home. "Baby, I'm in the kitchen. How was your day?" As soon as I look at her, I know something is very wrong. Her eyes are red and puffy, and she is visibly shaking. I rush over to her, wrapping her in my arms. "What happened? Are you okay?" "It was Jonathan," she whispers, her voice trembling. "He...he attacked me in the parking lot." I pull her closer, my heart racing. "What? Are you okay?" "I...I think so," she says, her voice shaking. "I kneed him and got away. But he's so angry, Rawls. So much angrier than I ever thought he could be." My protective instincts flare up, and I hold her tighter. "You're safe now," I murmur into her hair, trying to soothe her. "Let's go into the living room and you can tell me everything." We sit down on the couch, her voice shaking as she recounts the incident. I listen, my jaw clenched, as she describes how he grabbed her and tried to kiss her against her will. The room fee
As soon as I walked into work, I see Thelma. I can't wait to tell her about my weekend. "Claire, you are in bright and early this morning. And that is a pretty big smile on your face." Thelma looked up from her a big smile on her face. She had been my confidant through all of this, and I could tell she could see the change in me. "I have something to tell you," I said, my voice filled with excitement. "Rawls and I are back together, and we are going to make it work, no matter what anyone says." Thelma's eyes widened, and she immediately stood up, rushing over to give me a hug. "Oh, Claire, I'm so happy for you!" she exclaimed. "But what about your parents?" "It's complicated," I sighed, taking a seat at my desk. "They're still upset, but I can't keep living my life to please them. I need to do what's right for me and for Rawls." "Let's go to the park for lunch and you can fill me in on all of the details." "Yes, ma'am. I can't wait." Today was one of those days
I decided to visit Evie before heading to work. The mental facility had suggested that she was more lucid and calm in the early hours, and I did not want to miss the chance to see her in a calmer state. I wanted her to know how much i missed her, but I also wanted her to understand the necessity of her being there. The drive to the hospital was quiet, the early morning traffic was light. My mind was racing with thoughts of Evie, wondering what she would say, how she would react. I missed my little girl, and the ache in my chest was a constant reminder of her absence. I hoped that with time and the right help, she would find peace and come back to me. When I arrived, the receptionist checked me in, and I was escorted to Evie's room. The halls were painted a light shade of blue, designed to ease anxieties, but it did not do much for my own racing heart. I haven’t seen her in days and I was not sure what to expect. When I walked into her room, she was sitting up in bed, staring o
The evening began with lighthearted conversation. The dining room table was set with my mother's fine china. The aroma of roast chicken and vegetables filled the air, mingling with the faint scent of my mother's favorite candles. Mom and Dad sat at the table, their faces beaming with pride as they watched me bring out the plates of food. The clink of silverware and the murmur of their approval as they tasted the meal I had so painstakingly prepared filled me with a warmth that was bittersweet. I knew that the revelation we were about to share would change everything. The conversation flowed easily. The laughter was genuine, the kind that fills a room and makes you feel like everything is right with the world. But beneath the surface, I felt the tension coiling in my stomach, tightening with every passing minute. I have never been so scared in my life. Mary looked over at me, her eyes filled with love and admiration. "Claire, this meal is simply delicious," she said, patting h
The counselor's office was a small, cozy space, with a large window that overlooked garden. The soft hum of a water fountain in the background created a soothing environment . It was helpful to calm the turmoil I felt inside. Rawls squeezed my hand reassuringly as we sat down on the couch, and I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. The counselor, a kind-looking woman with a gentle smile, introduced herself as Dr. Laura. She began by explaining the process of grief and how it affects each person differently. "I know this is hard for both of you," she said, her voice soothing. "But talking about it can help you heal and move forward." I nodded, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to spill over. Rawls sat next to me, his thumb tracing patterns on the back of my hand. The gesture was comforting, but the fear remained, that whispered doubt in my ear. Dr. Laura began, her eyes meeting mine with a gentle insistence. "Can you tell me about the moment you found