A second chance...At first love (Second Love Series Book 1) (2 page)

Timothy

Timothy walked into his bedroom and shut the door.  He immediately turned on his TV and VCR and pulled out the tape he held securely in his pocket.  The tape he had made last night with "her," the girl of his dreams.  He had taped girls before as part of his "bet" with his buddies but this was different for him, she had always been different for him, she was "his Iz."  He and his buddies started their senior year with a goal, a silly locker room bet, "deflower as many chicks as possible" but she was not a part of that, she had always been different for him. He knew the bet was disgusting, but in the beginning he didn't really care, because he was about to graduate and shipped off to London for his "benefit."  He was to study at University then to Royal College of Physicians. He was being forced to go and losing at least eight years overseas, so why should he give a shit about other people's feelings, well everyone but her.

When his dad was in medical school, he became friends with a young man that was interning from London, Braxton Hainsworth.  They continued their friendship over the years and Braxton, along with establishing a thriving medical practice, also became a professor at the Royal College before joining the board of trustees.  When it came time for Timothy to go to school, his father, Edward, thought that it would be a great experience for him to go overseas and study at the University of London and then off to the Royal College of Physicians.  Plus he had recently caught wind of Timothy's "extracurricular activities" and the last thing the family needed was some knocked up high school girl coming after their money and reputation.  Sending him away would “force him to focus.”

Timothy put in the tape and sat back and watched his night of passion with Izzie replay. He wished she was with him right now.  As he watched, he thought,
God she really is so beautiful.
  The tape ended, he lay back in bed and thought about the entire night.  He really had a lot of fun with her, not only was she strikingly beautiful and completely unaware of it, she was smart and funny as hell.  She could talk about anything and he loved talking to her, listening to her, being with her.  She was far more than the awkward nerdy girl he had grown to know from afar.  She had gotten even further under his skin,
How is that even possible?
He thought.  He didn’t know what to do, he was leaving soon so it shouldn't matter soon anyway, but this was “her.” 

Screw it, I'll figure it out later,
he said under his breath.  Right now he was going to just relax and enjoy his video again.  Timothy undressed and took full advantage of the visual stimulation in front of him before he drifted off to sleep.

Izzie

The next day, Timothy called just as he promised her.  She was floored, the previous night still seemed like a dream to her and if it wasn't for the pain she was experiencing between her legs she really would have thought she made it all up.  He asked her if she wanted to hang out that night, maybe grab a pizza and watch a movie. Her response "Of course!" hoping she didn't seem too over eager.

"Great, I'll be by around 6:30," he said with a chuckle.

"I'll be ready."

"See you soon Iz."

She swooned, most people called her Isabella, her friends called her Izzie and only three people ever called her Iz, well she only let three people call her that; her parents and Teddy, but when he said, it made her heart flutter and stomach drop.  Yes he would be allowed to call her Iz.  She hung with him and immediately called Teddy, they squealed and discussed in detail what Izzie should wear, how she should do her makeup, etc.

"Iz, do you think you'll sleep with him again?"

"I...I don't know.  I mean, I keep thinking about it, but what if he didn't like it? What if I was bad and didn't do it right?"

"He's the most popular boy in school, if you didn't do it right I don't think he would have called you back."

"You know I've been thinking about that, I wonder why he asked me to prom, of all the girls in school."

"Izzie you are amazing, why wouldn't he?  It's about time the popular kids noticed someone outside of their circle and you are truly awesome Iz.  You are so beautiful and smart and funny, he would have been a dummy not to ask you!"

"Teddy you are so funny, I love you! Best friends forever and always?

"For always and forever."

They had been saying that for as long as they could remember.  They picked Izzie's outfit for the night a cute yellow mini dress, yellow always looked good on her.  She would wear a lazy bun and light makeup.  Izzie again promised to call her after the date.  It was only noon; she still had plenty of time until she needed to get ready and her excitement got the best of her.  She laid back down and fell asleep thinking of her dream guy come true...Timothy DeSantis and he wanted to be around her, in real life!

Izzie and Timothy

Izzie was ready by six o’clock; she was so excited she couldn't sit still.  Timothy was set to arrive at 6:30, so that thirty minutes felt like an eternity. She paced, fidgeted and almost walked holes in the carpet. Her mom tried to talk to her and calm her down but it didn't work.  Finally when she didn't think she could take it any longer, the doorbell rang.  Her mom opened it and there stood Timothy looking even more gorgeous than he had the night before.  His dark brown hair was still wet and slicked back. He had on an emerald green polo and khakis, which accentuated his athletic 6'2" frame.  He had flowers in his hand for Izzie and actually appeared nervous.

"Good evening Ma'am, I'm Timothy," he said introducing himself to Izzie's mother.

"Hello Timothy, Angeline Bunton but you can call me Angie"

"Pleasure to meet you Mrs. Bunton...umm Angie."

“
Wow
,” Izzie thought, “
Timothy DeSantis is nervous to meet my parents!!
” She couldn't believe it.  He quickly turned his attention to her.

"Iz, you look beautiful."

"Thank you Timothy," she blushed.  Her mother smirked knowing her daughter hated the shortened nickname,
she must really like this boy,
she thought.

"Umm...are you ready to go Iz?"

"Yes I am,” she turned and hugged her mom, “Mom I love you, I'll see you later."

"Ok, Izzie, you know you don't have a curfew but I do expect you back at a reasonable time."

"Yes ma'am."

"I'll have her home by midnight Mrs. Bunton...I mean Angie," Timothy interjected.

"Thank you Timothy. You kids have fun!"

Timothy drove over to Vincenzo’s, a local pizzeria.  They ordered a large pizza and sat and talked, about everything from Timothy going to London for school to Izzie’s dream of playing in the New York Philharmonic. She started played the cello when she was 8 and has played ever since. It was her passion.  Timothy wasn't really interested in London or medicine but it was a family tradition so he was just following in his father’s and grandfather’s footsteps.

“If you weren't going into medicine, what would you want to do?”

“I used to have dreams of being a professional hockey player or a high powered defense attorney,” it was something that he really never talked about. Ever since he could remember it had always been assumed that he would be a physician just like his dad.  No one in his circle had ever even asked him if he even wanted to be a doctor. No one, not even his ex-girlfriend Blair McManus, had even talked to him about other possibilities. He and Blair had dated off-and-on from eighth grade until a few months ago. He told Izzie that their families had been friends for many years and even though it had never been said out loud the two of them were expected to marry eventually. He was never really in love with Blair but he had recently gotten to the point where he really didn't like her. In fact he couldn't stand her and her group of friends. Izzie knew them all too well. She had spent her first three years of high school avoiding the girls known as “The Chers.”  “The Chers” consisted of Blair, and her three best friends Ava Maisano, Bethany Holden and Madison Cecchini. Izzie was never really sure why they were called that, but she had heard a rumor that it was because they were all obsessed with the movie “Clueless” when they were freshman.  They all wanted to be the main character Cher, so the name stuck. Timothy said that he was tired of Blair and since he was leaving he used that as an excuse to end it.  She didn't take it well and told him if she ever caught him with someone else, she would ruin them. “Fortunately the drama queen has been dating a football player for the last few months so I think I'm off her radar” Timothy said. 

“I sure hope so, I have been very successful in avoiding her and her friends and I'd like to continue to do so.”

“Don't worry, I wouldn't let her get near you,” he said with a wink.

They finished up at Vincenzo’s and Timothy told her that his parents were out for the evening and asked her to come back to his place and watch a movie with him.  He just wasn't ready to let her go yet. He intended to monopolize all of her free time this summer before he left.  She giggled; of course she had no problem with that. When they arrived back at Timothy’s house, he led her into the family’s entertainment room.  She looked in awe at all of the latest gadgets.  Her family wasn't poor my any means; her father was a Professor at the University and her mother was an OB/GYN, but they weren't the DeSantis’.  The entertainment room looked like a show room at an electronics store.  He opened a cabinet that had so many movies it could have rivaled Blockbuster.  He told her it was her choice, what he left unsaid was that the choice didn't matter to him because he wasn't planning on letting her finish it anyway.  She had always been a fan of science-fiction and Bruce Willis, so she picked “The Fifth Element.” Timothy closed to door to entertainment room, dimmed the lights and popped in the movie.  She sat on the far end of the couch and he pulled her into him, she smelled like amber and jasmine and he was intoxicated by her.  He found himself watching her while the movie began. She looked at him and grinned and turned back to watching the movie. He moved closer to her so he could inhale her scent more and she nuzzled closer into him.  She couldn't believe her life right now, she was so happy. As she was wrapped up in her thoughts of happiness, about being here with the guy of her dreams, she felt a warm hand on her right knee.  Timothy nuzzled his nose into her neck and began kissing her sweetly as his hand continued up her thigh. His hand reached the mound at the top of her thighs and he could feel her wet heat through her panties.  He slowly massaged her over the damp cloth, tonight he planned on taking his time and making her orgasm several times.  Tonight it wasn't about him, he had set up his camera again so that later he could replay it and enjoy himself. The first time he had set up the camera it was part of the bet, proof that he had scored, but he vowed that no one but him would watch that tape, no one but him would see "his Iz."  As he continued to massage her, Izzie let her head fall back on to the couch and he took over her mouth with deep passionate kisses, licking her lips sucking on her tongue while his fingers danced over her panties.  Her breathing got heavier and heavier and her natural feminine scent started to fill the air.  He slid her panties to the side so that he could have full access to her wetness.  He rubbed her clit and slid one finger deep inside her.  He pulled it out and slid the finger in his mouth, sucking all of her juices off.

“Damn Iz, you taste so fucking good,” he growled in her ear. He slid his finger back inside her and her body reacted. She took her hand stopped him, scooting back slightly.

“What if your parents come home?” she asked.

“Baby they are out of town until tomorrow morning.  You have nothing to worry about.”

She relaxed and his fingers found their way back into her slick heat.  Two fingers moving in and out as he captured her mouth.  She started to lift her dress when he stopped her.

“Iz, baby, this night is all about you. Last night I was so excited and I rushed what should have been a special night.  That will not happen again. Just let me be in control.”

He slid off of the couch and got on his knees. He spread her thighs and crawled in between.  He started at her knee and kissed his way up her thigh. Her scent was driving him mad but he controlled himself. He kissed her over her panties; he felt the moist garment get even wetter. He nibbled her gently over the fabric and she could feel his hot breath and it made her shudder. He used both hands to slide her panties off and went right back to kissing her and massaging her with his tongue.  Her head flung back on the couch and she put both of her hands in his hair, which excited him, he moaned “yes baby,” she felt that in her core.  She grabbed harder and pulled him into her.  He was kissing and circling her clit with his tongue, and then she felt him slide his tongue inside her, in and out, he moaned as her sweetness flowed from her.  She couldn't believe the sensation, it was even better than the night before.  As he continued he could feel her body began to shake, he knew what that meant, he picked up the pace as his tongue stroked her, she grabbed his head tighter and he growled at the sensation.

“That's right, give it to me baby, let go.” As soon as he said that her body rocked with an intensity she didn't think possible.  Timothy didn't let up and lapped up her essence as she bucked against his tongue.  The sensation was almost too much for Izzie and she screamed.  He smiled satisfied with himself as her body fell limp against the couch.

“Baby, I'm far from done with you. I want you to give me another one,” he said.

Before she could protest his face was buried deep into her once again.  And again he brought her to the point of ecstasy. While she was trying to recover, he slowly stood up and undressed in front of her.  She watched him, he was beautiful.  Tall, tan, muscular, she didn't think he had an ounce of fat on him; he was like a Greek statue. She was amazed that an eighteen year old could be so perfect, but then again he'd always been perfect to her.  Timothy pulled her to her feet and lifted her sundress over her head.  He grabbed her waist and repositioned both of them so that he could sit on the couch, she was going to sit next to him but he stopped her and just stared.

“Isabella Bunton, you are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen.”  She squirmed under his gaze and said

“I'm sure you say that to all of your girls.”

“No Iz, there are no other girls. You are all that matters to me!”

He admired her for another moment, spinning her around to take in all of her, also allowing the camera to get all sides of her as well. Then he brought her to him, he had her straddle him and when he was deep inside he began to rock his hips, he grabbed her waist and moved her up and down. He enjoyed this view watching her face contort, watching her breasts bounce in his face, if he didn't control himself he was going to let go and he wasn't ready for that, not yet. He stopped, lifted her off of his lap and turned her around.

Great angle,
he thought.  He would enjoy this again later when he was alone in his room.  She sat on his lap with her back to him.  He kissed her back, and used both hands to play with her breasts and nipples, tweaking them just right.  Izzie wondered briefly if sex always felt this great or if he'd just had a lot of experience. She didn't have much time to dwell on that fact because his hips began to rock faster and he pushed himself deeper inside her.  He could feel her inner walls tremble. He kept up the pace until he knew she was about to lose control once again.  He pumped until she cried out with pleasure and he felt her juices run down his legs.  Izzie felt weak but empowered suddenly, she had the desire to do something she never thought she would.  Before he realized it, she had picked herself off of him, spun around and was on her knees.

“Iz, baby, you don't have to do this.”

“Timothy please, you've made me feel so good these last two days, let me try to do something for you, but I may need some guidance,” she giggled.

“Ok Iz, you are so…so fucking amazing.”

He leaned back and let her explore him, she wasn't sure if she was doing it right but by the sounds he was making she would guess so.  This was something she never really imagined doing but, now she wanted to.  She took his hard shaft in her hands and stroked it, it was sticky and she knew that was from her.  She took her tongue and licked the tip, she tasted something salty but she also tasted something sweet.  She assumed it was the mixture of them and she liked it.  She licked the tip again, and then took him further into her mouth. She slid him in and out of her mouth sucking and licking, and wondered,
why is it called a blow job, am I supposed to be blowing in something?
From his reactions she decided to continue doing exactly what she had been.  He watched her head bob up and down, the view was amazing.  There was a glass door on part of the entertainment center and he could see her round full ass in the reflection.  Between the sensation of her hot mouth, full lips and the view, he didn't think he could hold back much longer. He tried to warn her.

“Izzie, I'm…I'm about to cum.” She looked up at him with those big brown eyes, her ass still reflecting in the glass and he lost it.  He heard her choke as he shot a hot salty load of cum down her throat. 

“I'm so sorry baby, I tried to warn you.” She laughed and didn't seem bothered at all.  He watched her looking up at him and his heart fluttered. 

Why was he feeling like this? How could he be feeling like this after two days? The real truth was it had been much longer than two days.  He had noticed Isabella Bunton a long time ago.  He had known her for years, she was just a mousy little girl, but one day when she stood up to the class bully, he started to see her differently. As they got older he continued to keep up with her.  When they hit high school, he knew she tried to avoid being noticed.  He always managed to walk passed the band room for some reason just to catch a glimpse of her.  The times that she had to take over science class, he quietly threatened people to behave. When someone stupidly brought her name up in the bet, he claimed her and everyone knew not to even try as far as she was concerned.  That had been a long standing unspoken code.  Everyone was well aware of the fate that awaited them should they ever have tried anything with her.  He had waited for her for a very long time and now she was his.  There would be no bet as far as she was concerned, she was off limits.  She was "his Iz."