2011 Submissions:
Because It Plays My Favorite Song
by Rebekah
Chapter Four
I found him in our room, sitting on the edge of my bed. When I walked in, he looked up and immediately stood. Maybe he thought it was proper etiquette. I don't know. But as soon as he smiled and wiggled his eyebrows quickly, I knew he was amused by my nervousness. I still couldn't understand why he wasn't nervous. Even though he had planned everything down to a tee, it could still backfire. And because his back-story -- lie would probably be the better term, but I'd stick with "back story" -- relied heavily on my protective parents trusting me to take care of and watch their son who was in poor health. When anything could happen, it was possible that they'd turn the family van around and come back home. Part of me hoped they did just that. But it was a very small part. It was small because a bigger part of me wanted this just as badly as he did. Probably more.
I would never admit it to him, but the plan was actually quite brilliant. It was the yearly Fourth of July cookout. It was always fun and it was always great. Because of his health, my parents had opted not to have it at the house. That was the only opening Zac needed. The day of, as we were all preparing to leave, Zac confessed to our parents he wasn't feeling well.
"I was hoping I would feel better."
"Oh no," my mother chewed on her lip. She brought her hand to his forehead. I didn't know what she was feeling for. Of course, he was hot. He'd just come in from outside in an Oklahoma summer. But, God bless her for trying.
"Maybe I should just stay here. It'd probably be better with that summer flu going around too..."
"No, we wouldn't want that now, would we?"
"Not at all."
"I'm sure your father can handle your siblings by himself."
"You can go to. I'll be okay here by myself."
"Well, I can't-"
"Or maybe Tay wouldn't mind staying with me. He's been so busy with other things lately. We've hardly gotten to spend any time together."
"I couldn't put that on him. It's such a big responsibility."
"Well, let's just ask him," he smiled. "Tay!"
And, as if on cue and as if I hadn't been there the entire time and he didn't know I was there, I entered the room.
With both of us being the voices of reason and maturity, there wasn't any way she could have said no even if she wanted too. She really did want to. But she didn't. And when she walked away, he only smirked. The weasel.
And that was how we ended up freshly showered, mentally prepared and physically ready to have sex.
I made my way over to him and it was like with each step I took I had a heightened awareness of all my senses. The carpet between my toes was soft and the robe I had on was scratchy. I could smell the sweet scent of the honeysuckle bushes on the edge of the woods.
Everything seemed to add up to what it actually meant. It was just one more thing that would make it equal perfection.
Our transition to the actual act was perfectly seamless. A lot more perfect for our first time. The act and position was a little tricky, but when Zac said he did he research he wasn't lying.
My body was begging me for more. As I lay on top of him, kissing his perfect and flawless lips, listening to him whimper, feeling my more than present erection pressed against his that matched mine, it was nearly screaming at me for more.
"Zac," I spoke breathless, pulling away from the kiss.
He reconnected our lips before answering, "Yes." He was driving me nuts. I would probably lose mine if he kept it up.
"If you really want to do this we should change positions soon. We need to-"
"Why...why would be we change positions?"
"So you can be on top," I answered slowly.
"You want me to ride you? I really don't know if my heart can handle that."
"What?" I asked.
"What?" he repeated. If the look on his face didn't mirror my own confusion, I would have thought he was mocking me. I raised my eyebrows because I thought my implication was clear.
"I'm right where I need to be," he whispered.
"Zac-"
"You really don't want to do this, do you?"
Honestly, I felt like not doing it wasn't an option. Everything within me needed to do this. I needed to feel him. I wanted this connection with him. I wanted only him to dominate this memory. To dominate this action. Because I knew, no one would ever be able to compare or lineup.
I knew at that moment he didn't need any more words. What he needed was for me to show him. So I pressed my lips to his with as much gentleness as I could muster. And everything after that wasn't a matter of nerves or obligation or fears. It was just want, need, desire. It was just love. The purest kind.
The act itself didn't last long. The sensations and feelings and warmth were all so new.
It was almost too intense. The only thing that I could do was lay on top of him breathless and panting. I pressed my ear to the place on his chest above his heart. His heartbeat was different. It was smoother, calmer. It almost made me feel like nothing was even wrong with it at all. That was until we switched positions and it was his turn to take in and experience everything. After it was over, I listened to it again. It was fast and erratic. For something that was deemed defective, it sure seemed like anything but that. To me it was flawless.
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