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  “I need you right now, Marcus. I need you inside me.” I say.

  Marcus groans.

  “I’m clean, but If you want I can go and get a condom.” He says pulling back from me.

  “I’m clean too, Marcus please. Now. I’m begging.” I say.

  Marcus lines up with my entrance, teasing my opening. I can feel the warmth of his head, as he teases me grinding his hips back and forth. I groan outwards, throwing my head back. As I do this Marcus plows into me. I scream aloud as he pushes his entire length inside me. I wiggle under him as my sex adjusts to his size. I think it's the biggest cock I’ve ever had. Marcus rotates his hips gliding into my a little farther once he feels my body relaxing.

  “Are you ok?” He asks me, looking into my eyes. Pupils blown, sweat on his forehead.

  “Marcus, fuck me. Right. Now.”

  He smiles and then proceeds to slowly slide back out of me, when I think he’s going to do this all slow and that I may possibly die from it he pushes his entire length into me again, followed by the same rhythm. Slowly pulling out and pounding into me so hard it feels like it may bruise touching something inside that’s never been touched before. Out, slow, pound, in. Out. Slow. POUND. IN. I can feel the pressure building, the butterflies swooning, my legs tingle. Marcus pulls out of me, backing off of the bed. My body feels the loss of him and I wonder what is going on. Marcus grabs my legs pulling me to the edge of the bed, legs spread wide open as his cock lines up with my entrance again. He pounds into my again.

  “Is this angle ok with you?” He says. I can speak so I nod my head like a maniac.

  “Don't stop, just don't stop.” I say.

  Marcus picks up the rhythm, smashing his engorges, cock into me over and over. Hitting that spot inside that crackles each time, I can feel the vibrations again. Marcus places his fingers on my bud, working it in a circular motion roughly. Thrusting into me over and over, while rubbing my clit. Marcus leans forward and bites my nipple as I scream out and my orgasm takes over. I can feel myself pulsing around him, milking him as he pulses into me. He continues thrusting, pushing both of our orgasms to the brink. After Marcus pulls out of me, leans over and kisses me on the lips.

  “That was amazing.” He says.

  I can’t stop my heart from beating out of my chest, my breathing laboured, my skin as hot as coal.

  “You definitely kept your promise.” I say between laboured breaths. He leaves to grab a towel and takes tender care cleaning me up and then himself, while I lay completely still on the bed. Completely entranced with what just happened.

  “Ali?” Marcus says pulling me from my euphoric trance. I lift myself up onto my elbows to look at him.

  “Will you stay here tonight with me?” He asks.

  “Are you sure?” I say to him.

  “Whats the worse that could happen.” He says. “We’ve already broken all the rules.”

  “What rules are those?” I say.

  “The professional ones. Where you don’t bone your clients.” He says.

  I smirk at him. “I don't have any rules for that.” I say.

  His face drops. “You do this often then? Have sex with your clients?” He says.

  “Of course not dumbass. Just you. You're the first.”

  “The first.” He says quietly.

  “So?” He says.

  “So…” I say mimicking him. He tortured me for so long that I’m rather enjoying this.

  “Stay.” He says looking down at me in his naked glory.

  “Yes. I’ll stay.” I say smiling to him.

  Marcus smiles back, climbing back onto the bed and pulling me into him while he holds me. “I was thinking ice cream and a movie?” He says.

  “That sounds amazing.”

  For the first time, in a very long time. I feel happy. Really happy, not fake it, plaster on a a smile and make others happy to make myself happy kinda happy. I just feel stress free, calm, and at peace. I feel honestly happy.

  We decide to watch some strange movie with people wearing costumes while they fight aliens who came to earth for no reason. They shoot lightening bolts, some purple magic and synthetic webbing. I dont know why they even came to earth or how anyone comes up with these things. Like there were green men inside of suits and people named after bugs. Weird choice I think, but the ice cream was good and Marcus laughed through the entire movie so I coped. We fell asleep in bed while watching the movie, as I thought about how the living room would be the next room that I choose to renovate. So we have options, although the bed all night was a nice touch.

  The next morning when I wake up to a cup of coffee at the bedside with a note I come crashing back to reality.

  Ali,

  I didn’t want to wake you.

  I really enjoyed last night. I’ll see you when I get back.

  Call me, it's going to be a lonely two weeks if you don’t.

  I’ll be thinking of you.

  Think of me.

  Marc.

  I groan as I drop the note back on the table. I get up from the bed and take a sip of the coffee. It tastes amazing. I stand from the bed and wonder if I’ve made a mistake. Now that Marcus isn’t around I have time to think. Think about whether I'm ready for a relationship and if I’ve made a huge mistake. I gather my clothes putting them on, desperately needing to get home and have a shower.

  I grab my coffee and sip on it on my way down to the kitchen. Finishing it off and placing it into the dishwasher. I remember that I don't have a car here so I search for my purse which Marcus left by the front door on an entry table. I take my phone out and the charger and go back to the kitchen plugging it into the wall. I figure I might as well make myself a piece of toast while I wait for my phone to charge so I can call a cab. I’ve just pushed the bread into the toaster when my phone comes to light. Followed by the several notifications.

  Da, ding, ding ding, da ding, da ding. Continuous notifications, but I did go a whole day with it off. I go over to my phone on the counter and start filtering through. Emails from all the usual suspects. Texts from Tony, and voicemails. Probably from my mother. I turn on my phone and place it on speaker.

  You have 2 new messages.

  First new message.

  Hi hunny, just letting you know that me and dad are coming to town tomorrow. Were going to be stopping by and we were hoping you would like to go for lunch. Call me back please. We really miss you. Love you. Mom.

  Well, I guess there’s no getting around this now. I think.

  Next new message.

  Ali, It's Carter. You never called me back. Please. I need to see you. Call me, my number in case you deleted it is 717-400-0294. Please Ali.

  My whole body tenses up. Carter. Again. I still wonder how he got my number. First my house, and now my cellphone. He is in town, my parents are in town. I wonder if the two are related. Traitors they are they probably gave it to him. They always adored Carter and hated when we split up. I didn’t have the heart to tell them what their golden boy did to me. So I'm sure if he asked they probably were more than merry to give up the deets.

  The toast pops from the machine. I walk over and take it out and throw it into the trash. I have lost my desire for food. I grab my phone off the counter and call a cab, pacing through the house thinking about everything. My parents, Carter, Marcus. When the cab gets to the house it feels like no time has passed at all, I grab my stuff and walk out of the house, locking it with the key that Marcus gave me. I stare at the key while the taxi starts honking again, impatient prick, I think to myself.

  I climb into the taxi and give the cabbie my address. Home to shower, change and await for my my treacherous parents to arrive.

  Chapter 12

  Carter, age 14

  I’ve just gotten out of the shower. My bones aches, I have been bruises from the full weekend of hockey games. My whole body yearns for sleep. I walk over to my room and close the curtains, it’s just after seven and the s
un is still high in the sky. Hasn’t been setting until after nine lately. I plop on my bed and grab my phone. Thoughts of Alexis swarming my head. Her smile and her laugh. I miss her and I have only spoken to her once. I comb through my contacts until I find Alexis, she never did add anything funny to my contact for her and she hasn’t messaged me yet so I doubt she’s figured out what I did to her phone. I push on her name to start a new message. My palms start sweating and mg heart rate picks up which is ridiculous because it’s only a message. I stare at the message I’ve typed out, afraid of what her response will be. Afraid of rejection. I close my eyes, take a deep breath then push send before I change my mind. I watch the message turn blue. Then it says it's been delivered. I wait, unsure whether she has her read receipts on. After what feels like an eternity but definitely less than a minute the message changes from delivered to read. I sigh in relief but grip my phone even harder, as this means nothing.

  Me — Hi it’s Carter. In case you lost my number. How have you been?

  I’m trying to treat lightly. Its been days since our encounter in the hallway at school I didn’t message her right away as I didn’t want to seem desperate. I knew there was a tournament this weekend and that I needed to stay focus. My life has always been about getting out of this town. Hockey, scholarship, college and then hopefully the NHL. I stare at my phone and notice the little bubble pop up indicating that she is typing.

  Ali — I’ve been good, just doing some homework. How have you been?

  I reply back almost instantly.

  Me — Well I just got home from hockey practice. Sorry it took so long to message you. We were away this weekend at a hockey tournament.

  Ali— Thats ok. Did you guys win or should I start prepping my “you’ll get them next time slugger” speech?

  I burnt out laughing to myself alone lying in my room. Ali is one of the most innocent, easiest person to talk to. She doesn’t seem judgemental, she seems carefree and kind. The obliviousness she has for sports only adds on to her cute factor. I feel like I could teach her something, show her the ropes and she would be amazed with anything. I smile like a goofy idiot at my phone and reply.

  Me — First, wrong sport. You’re funny, I thought about you a lot while I was gone and yes we ended up winning. Was tough though. I was wondering if you would like to go to a movie with me this week?

  Thats right, ask her out. After all what’s the worst that could happen, she could reject you sure but what’s the sense in waiting any longer. It's been years pining over the same girl. My head starts pounding from the stress. The bubbles pop up and this is the moment. This is where I find out if she likes me back. I feel more stressed right now than I did all weekend playing hockey. My phone vibrates.

  Ali — Congrats on the win and I would love to go see a movie. You’ll have to get used to me being sports illiterate. Haha.

  My heart rate slows in this moment and the goofy smile I have turns into a full blown face hurting smile. She likes me back, its the best feeling in the world. I end up taking Ali to see Sherlock Holmes, she laughed during the movie which made me feel like I made the right choice. I had been worried that I would end up picking a movie she wouldn’t be into but it turns out were into a lot of the same things. After the movie we got ice cream at the shop beside it, we laughed and joked and I knew things were never going to be the same. I messaged my mom when it was close to her curfew and walked her to the door. My heart has never jackhammered so hard in my chest before. My stomach felt like it was in my chest and I was afraid I would embarrass myself by throwing up. It was the look she gave me though when we got to the door, the look where she smiled at me like I was the only guy in the world. I leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. My girl, on the cheek. After we said our goodbyes and I got back to the car my mom teased me and talked about kissing and sex the whole way home. Chastising me for trying to be older when I'm just a boy and reminding me of the dangers of teenage pregnancy. I tried to zone her out the best that I could.

  The weeks and months that followed were the best of my life. Ali came to my hockey games, sometimes with her friends and they cheered from the stands. She often had little posters that had my jersey number and hearts plastered all over it. I always pushed myself harder on the ice when I seen she was up there. I wanted to show her what I could do, make her proud. Even though half the time she didn’t understand what the rules were of the sport anyway. We were walking down the hallway one day, probably a month into our relationship when I noticed the other guys checking her out. I instantly got jealous and territorial. Ali was mine, always had been and always would be. She held my heart and I would do absolutely anything for her. I reached down and grabbed her hand, solidifying my feelings, holding onto her for dear life. Making sure she knew I was here and showing the other guys to back off. A

  I constantly think of Ali, to the point that no matter where I was she was the one and only thing that crossed my mind. Would Ali like this shift, should be like this necklace would she want to see this movie. So one day a few weeks after we started dating when I was at the mall with my mom waiting for her to try something on I walked over to the jewelry store and bought her a necklace. I didn’t give it to her away, I was always waiting for the right time. I was worried I was moving too fast, pushing her. So after it burnt a whole in my pocket for almost a month and a half and I thought she felt the same as I did, I finally gave her the necklace. She cried, hugged me and I felt the passion. Our kissing turned into making out and I felt these urges that I could no longer satisfy alone. The things she did to me with just the simplest looks. The way her hand touching my hand made me feel. I was hormonal and all I could think about was kissing her lips, touching her breasts and her touching me. I could always feel myself getting hard when she would lean into me, and I knew our love was becoming the most epic thing to ever happen on the planet. We were destined to be. I could feel what I was doing to her too, but I would never rush her, I would never risk pushing her away. When we were together I felt the void she left behind and desperately wished we were older so we could live together and never be apart. My entire essence belongs to her and I love her with everything in me. I would message her as soon as I woke up.

  Me— Good morning beautiful.

  And I would message her before I would go to bed.

  Carter — missing you, can’t wait to see you tomorrow.

  She always messaged back.

  Ali — Good morning to you too handsome. Cant wait to see you.

  And at night.

  Ali — I miss you more, it physically hurts not being able to be in your arms right now. See you tomorrow <3

  Our love and passion continued to grow and grow. The guys in school were starting to lose their virginity, some has lost theirs along time ago but it was the main topic in the locker room. A topic I didn’t want to partake in because I didn’t want anyone talking about Ali and sex. The guys often joked about what it must have been like to have a girlfriend for so long who was able to suck my cock on demand. It was degrading, yet I let them have their locker talk as I didn’t want to be razed about us not having intercourse yet. I started teasing the idea with Ali four months into our relationship, our passion was intense. We were constantly clawing at one another. Feeling each other up, moving beyond the simple kisses and entering the world of foreplay. I took my cues from her, always making sure I stopped if she felt uncomfortable. I wanted our first time to be special and something we equally wanted. If was not easy so most nights I had to relief myself as it painful when our passionate make out sessions stopped.

  On Ali’s fifteen birthday she told me she wanted to have sex. She verbally whispered in my ear that she wanted me. All of me, inside her. I almost combusted in my pants. Neither of us knew what we were doing but it was amazing. I was afraid I wasn’t going to last long enough for her to enjoy it so I took my time. I could see Ali groan and grimace and feared was hurting her. I literally remember feeling the sweat coming down my forehead because al
l I wanted to do was push myself in and jackhammer until I was done. I couldn’t believe what the inside of her felt like. The look in her eyes while I slowly pushed myself into her. My heart crumbled and I told her I loved her, there was never a more true statement. I love Ali, I always have and I always will. She owns my soul, the electricity pulsing though my veins and I know I'm that for her. I can feel it. Ali started crying and I stopped, between the sobs she told me she loved me as well. I knew in that moment that I was going to marry this girl. She was mine for life. I almost proposed right then and there, but I tamed my inner beast.

  I vowed to myself that by her thirtieth birthday we would be married, and have it least one child.

  A vow, I somehow broke.

  Carter, 16 years old.

  Ali lays beside me in bed. She is completely naked with the sheet wrapped around her body. It’s a late evening in the winter. She looks serene, euphoric. Well fucked, she looks beautiful. I take my fingers and slowly grind them along her smooth skin, up her arm, up her neck. I move her messy, matted hair out of her face and graze her scalp with my fingers. A feeling she has told me so many times that she enjoys, that makes her feel special and comforted. I look at her with an aching chest, wondering how I got so lucky and always feeling like I just can get enough. I love her, entirely. I lean in and kiss her forehead, needing to feel her skin on my lips. Needing her to sleep feeling me here.

  Ali starts stirring immediately. I look over to the nightstand and notice the time. Her parents have been very firm on her being back by eleven at night. They have been supportive of our relationship but remain firm on their rules and I know if I don't get her home soon I won’t see her again for some time. A feeling that pains me. I whisper down to my sleeping beauty.

  Me: “Come on babe, you need to wake up.”