I’m getting lazy and am posting a sex scene from my dark coming of age novel. Lana has just broken up with her boyfriend Scooby for the guy she really loved, Blake. Sean and Jason are their friends.
The guys remained silent.
“If it’s Scooby, I’m running away.”
It was Blake. I was fucked up and scared to see him.
“What are you guys doing?”
Sean replied, “We killed a six pack and smoked a lot of weed.”
“Yeah, we were just getting ready to leave,” Jason said.
I said nothing but bye as Jason and Sean left.
As soon as we were alone, Blake asked, “Why didn’t you call me back?”
“I haven’t been up to check my messages yet. I was at work, then I got into a fight with my mom, then those guys stopped by.”
He didn’t take one of the newly empty seats or sit next to me on the swing. Instead, he stood on the stairs as if he wasn’t sure whether he wanted to stay. I knew he must have been annoyed but was too stoned to care.
He doubted me. “They just stopped by?”
“Yeah, I couldn’t believe it either.” I gently rocked the swing.
“None of you thought to call me?”
I enjoyed his jealousy and provoked him further. “Your name came up but no one knew where you were.”
His irritation grew. “If you would’ve checked your messages, you would’ve known I called.”
I decided to stop before he got too mad. “Look,” I said, getting up and walking to him, “I’m sorry. I was out here, just trying to relax after a shit night at work, and Sean and Jason showed up.”
I stood on the top step and he stood two steps down. He reached out and held my hand. I could see his grin in the light from the kitchen window. “They like hanging out over here now don’t they?”
I returned his smile. “Yeah, it must be the ambience.”
He walked up the two stairs, wrapped his arms loosely around my waist and rested his head on mine. He stroked my hair as he spoke, “I was worried you went back to Scooby.”
I snickered. “Please, Scooby’s the one who drove me to drink.”
He lifted his head and looked down at me. “Why?”
“Well, for one thing, he wanted to know if we fucked at the cemetery or waited until we got home.”
“Holy fuck.” His eyes widened, he exhaled sharply and took a step back. “I’m going to kick his ass.”
I grabbed his forearm. “Oh god, don’t go defending my honor.”
“No. Fuck him. That’s going too far.”
I wrapped my arms around his waist. “Stay with me.”
“Now you want me? You didn’t care where I was two minutes ago.”
I felt his arms on my back. I laid my cheek against his chest. “I was afraid what everyone said about you was true. I didn’t want to check my messages and see that you hadn’t called or wait by the phone for a call that was never going to come.”
He stroked my hair. “You have to trust that I love you no matter what anyone else says.”
“I’m sorry. I took a beating from both my mom and Scooby today and I just wanted to check out.”
“What did your mom say?”
I leaned back to look at him and smiled. “Well, she saw us making out in the truck and concluded that we must have been screwing all weekend in my bedroom.”
“No,” he replied, feigning shock.
“I, of course, defended my honor, and said I wasn’t sleeping with you.”
“I’m sure she believed you.”
“Oh, yes, and then she called me a dumbass for believing anything you had to say.”
“What did you say?”
I became serious and looked down. “I told her she didn’t know what she was talking about and called her a bitch,” my voice softened slightly, “And then she called me a whore.”
“Jesus Christ. What kind of mother calls her daughter a whore?”
I sighed. “I’m used to that kind of shit from her, but when Scooby came to my work and got even nastier with me, I don’t know, I just wanted to give up or something. Like they were right and I might as well not even try to make it work with you.”
“Look at me.” His eyes implored mine with such a strong intensity that it made me feel self-conscious and I tried to turn away. He stopped me, cupped my face in his hands and forced me to look him in the eyes. “I swear to you that I’ll never hurt you. I’ll never make you wait by the phone or ditch you or cheat on you or anything like that. I’ll always be there for you and I’ll always protect you. I’ve never felt this way about any girl. I’ve never told another girl that I love her. And I love you Lana. I love you more than you could ever know.
His eyes searched mine for proof that I believed him and felt the same way. All I could to do was breath his name.
“I love you,” he whispered. He ran his fingers through my hair until they were stopped by my ponytail.
And, then he kissed me. Forcefully. I clutched the back of his coat in my fists as he pushed against my lips, his hands still locked in my hair.
I whimpered softly. He released my hair, wrapped his arm around my back and held the back of my head in his hand, kissed me as deeply as he could.
He left me speechless. I wanted only to show him how much I loved him, kiss him with as much pressure and desperation as he kissed me, press my body against his, pull him even closer.
He stopped kissing me and let his hands drop to my waist. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled his head down. I pleaded. “Please.”
“I don’t want to stop. We need somewhere to go. Is your mom home?”
“She passed out, I don’t know when, like two, two and half hours ago.” I was out of breath. I couldn’t think.
“Do you think she’ll wake up?”
“Oh, I don’t give a shit.” I pulled him down and kissed him until he didn’t give a shit either.
“I’ll be really quiet,” he said.
He followed me through the sliding glass door into the kitchen. My mother’s empty wine bottle lay on its side on the table. “I don’t think she’ll wake up,” I said.
“Let’s go to the den. That’s far from her room.”
He took my hand and led me to the den. He took off his coat and I took off mine. I stared at him as I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. I pulled them down and stepped out of them. I pulled my shirt over my head. Shook my hair out of its ponytail. I unsnapped my bra, pulled the straps down and exposed my breasts. I pulled my panties down and stepped out of them.
He hadn’t moved. “Jesus Christ.”
I walked to him, kissed him. Unbuttoned his shirt. Pushed it down his arms. Bent my head down to unbutton and unzip his pants. He pushed my hair away from the back of my neck and kissed it. I inhaled deeply at the touch. I lost patience. I demanded. “Hurry.”
He took off his pants as fast as he could, pulled me to him and kissed me frantically. I pulled him down on top of me as I lowered myself to the carpet. I spread my legs and he fumbled to get inside me.
When he found me, the sudden rush of pleasure made me gasp and praise god.
I moaned as he repeated my name. “Lana, oh Lana, Lana. I Love you Lana.“
My moans became louder and shorter as he brought me closer and closer.
He slowed down and I begged him “Keep going. Please.”
“Tell me you love me.”
“I love you.”
He increased his rhythm.
I told him I loved him again.
He went faster.
I told him again.
He lifted my legs and penetrated me deeper.
I yelled, “Oh my god, Blake” and came.
He groaned loudly as he came and collapsed on top of me. I felt his chest push against me as he panted. My face was buried in his shirt. I needed to breath. I pushed against him. He rolled off me and lay next to me. I turned onto my side, facing him. He stared at the ceiling. I put my hand on his chest. He tried to catch his breath. He put his hand over mine. His breathing slowed.
Finally, he turned and looked at me. “It’s different now.”
“What do you mean different?”
“There’s no more doubt. You can’t believe what everyone else says. You have to believe me.”
I held is hand. “I believe you.”
He closed the gap between us and kissed me gently.
He smiled. “Are you going to return my calls?”
I returned his smile. “Oh, I’m not going to sit by the phone. You have to trust me too.”
“I trust you.”
I gave him a quick kiss and sat up. “We need to get dressed. My mom is upstairs.