Memoirs of a Wild Child (20 page)

“Baby,” I leant in to kiss him. “There’s nobody here, and it’s been so long.”

I pulled back a little and looked him in the eyes, then bit my lip. He licked his bottom lip. Boom, it was on!

Ben gripped the back of my head and pulled my lips to his. I moaned as the desire burned through me, two weeks without this was far too long.

In one movement, Ben lifted me and flipped us so that I was one my back on the sofa with him above me, between my legs.

He rolled his hips, grinding against me as he kissed my neck and I whimpered. I needed him.

“Not on the sofa,” I said between gasps, realising my parents had to sit here. He didn’t stop. “Ben, on the floor.” This time, he heard me and moved quickly onto the floor, pulling off his t-shirt as I dropped my yoga pants to the floor and reached for the waistband of his jogging bottoms. I could see how hard he was through the soft material and it was killing me.

I pulled them down his legs as I came to kneel in front of him; I ran my hands up his strong thighs and gripped the waistband of his boxer shorts, then pulled them down.

I sighed, satisfied as I was finally faced with that beautiful cock.  Gripping it at the base, I licked the tip, making Ben shudder, then took him in my mouth.

As I sucked him, I heard Ben exhale and his fingers tangled in my hair. “Stop, Pip,” he gasped, but I didn’t. I sucked hard up the length of him before circling the tip with my tongue.  Ben moaned and gripped tighter on my hair, driving me wild. “Pippa, please stop,” I realised that he was close, and as much as I had missed making him come, I wanted him hard and inside me, so reluctantly, I stopped.

I lay down on the carpet and looked up at Ben, licking my lips and parting my thighs to him. He dropped to his knees between my legs and leant down to kiss me.

I felt his fingers stroke across the lace between my legs and my body jolted wantonly. Ben kissed my jaw and my throat as he pulled my underwear aside. I felt the swollen tip of his cock press against my wet entrance, and I rolled my hips to take him in.

I gasped as he filled me suddenly, digging my fingers into his shoulder blades as I adjusted to the fullness. Ben looked down at me and waggled his eyebrows, I laughed and tossed my head to the side and he started to move.

I moaned and gasped as Ben thrust hard into me. The carpet was causing friction burns on my back with the quick movement but I didn’t care as he rolled his hips into me, making me shake with pleasure.

I knew this was not going to last long, and I was fine with that, I needed him to come inside me, I had missed it.

I lifted my legs, allowing him deeper, and moaned loudly, as I gripped my ankles together behind his back and he drove hard into me.

“Fuck, Pip,” he whispered between hard, heavy breaths, and I tilted my pelvis up, letting him even deeper and making it tighter for him, “Oh fuck.” Ben moaned as his orgasm ripped through him I lifted my head to look at him, only to see my dad walk in the room. There was nothing I could do; Ben was coming and I was mortified. My dad had found out I wasn’t a virgin by seeing Ben’s naked arse slamming into me on his living room floor. The door slammed shut as Dad left and Ben’s head shot around towards it, before looking back at me. The look on my face said it all.

“Oh, fuck me,” Ben said as he realised that my dad was probably going to kill him.

I couldn’t face looking my dad in the eye. I wrote a note telling him that I was sorry and went to stay at Ben’s.

The next morning, I walked into the house sheepishly. As I walked into the kitchen where Mum and Dad were sitting eating breakfast, Dad stood up, walked out of the kitchen, and out of the house.

I burst into tears. I was a ‘Daddy’s Girl’ and had never disappointed him in my life. My mum came and wrapped her arms around me.

“Come on, my girl, sit with me.” We sat at the table, and I was devastated.

“I’m so sorry, Mum,” I said when my sobs subsided.

“Shh,” Mum said. “You’re a grown woman, Philippa, I was nineteen years old when I had you, you’re almost twenty-seven years old. If your father really believed you were still a virgin, he’s more stupid than he looks.”

I looked at her and she smiled, making me laugh.

“I just feel like I’ve let him down so much, Mum, and in your house too.” I brought my hands to my face as I became upset again.

“Your father will get over this, darling girl, but I need to know something.” I looked at my mum, curious. “This is more than just a ‘fling’ with Ben, isn’t it?”

Heat flooded my cheeks and my eyes didn’t leave hers as I nodded. “I think I love him, Mum.” I said quietly, and she smiled.

“Well, if you think it, you probably do. I’ll make some tea.”

I look up from Vinnie with tears in my eyes. Having my dad not talk to me for a couple of days hurt more than anything I have ever experienced, but the way my mum reassured me was everything. I hope I’m half the mum she is.

I pick up my phone; find her number and press call.

“Hello, Beautiful,” her soft, calm voice makes me close my eyes.

“Hi, Mummy,” I reply, “Are you okay?”

“I am, darling,” she sounds worried. “Are you?”

“Yes, Mum, I just miss you. Just wanted to tell you I love you.”

“You’re worrying me, my darling girl, are you sure you’re alright?” I can hear the concern in her voice.

“Mum, I really am. I was just thinking about you, and I wanted you to know how grateful I am to have you, that’s all.” I sound more positive and it seems to relax her.

“That’s nice, Philippa. Thank you.”

Mum and I spoke for a while on the phone. I filled her in on the last couple of days and what the kids have been up to. We’d be home for Christmas in a few weeks and she can’t wait to see the kids.

“I’ve got to go, Mum, but I’ll see you soon, Okay?” I say as we reach the end of our conversation.

Speaking to Mum cheered me up no end. I should really have called Dad, but felt that same disappointment all over again and couldn’t face it.  I need to get past it and stop myself feeling shit, so I put the phone down on the window seat and continued.

I stayed at Ben’s house again, still not able to face
Dad. We also couldn’t have sex; the whole experience had made us feel so weird. I knew we needed to talk to Dad and sort it out. We would be seeing him the next day, whether we wanted to or not, we were all invited to Rosie’s parents’ house for a barbecue to celebrate the upcoming wedding.

Ben and I arrived at the Alvez house and there was no sign of my parents. I wondered if they weren’t coming because of what I had done, but I knew Dad wouldn’t let his friends down.

We painted on a smile and mingled, chatting to people and drinking.  It was the first time anyone had seen Ben and me as a couple, so everyone had questions, and congratulations.

My parents arrived and Dad walked straight past me and out into the back garden, glancing at Ben and I as he passed. I turned to Ben to hide my tears from everyone else, not wanted to cause a scene.

“Okay, I’m not having you upset like this anymore,” Ben said quietly and knocked back the rest of his drink, before following my dad outside. I froze for a moment, unsure what to do, then I caught Mum’s eyes and she nodded towards the door, telling me to go after him.

As I reached the garden, I heard my dad’s words to Ben.

“You took advantage of my daughter like that; you told me you respected her. She was supposed to be married first.”

And then Ben’s reply.

“Eduardo, I do respect her. I’m sorry that we were disrespectful to you, and your home, but I love your daughter more than anything in this world, and I fully intend to marry her one day.”

I froze, with one foot outside the conservatory. Ben had never said those words to me but I saw my dad instantly soften as he realised this was serious, and then he looked at me, causing Ben to turn and look me in the eyes. He swallowed hard as he realised I had heard him.

“You love me?” I asked, softly and Ben stepped towards me, smiling.

“More than life.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him, totally unashamedly, before telling him the feeling was mutual.

Once my parents knew how Ben and I felt about each other, things got easier. Dad took Ben for a beer and they were there, hours, before coming back drunk, and Ben was invited to stay the night.  So whatever was said between them, absolutely did the trick. Ben declined the invitation, respectfully, which I think won him a few extra Eduardo points.

Being open and honest with everyone about our relationship, made it very real. We were invited to double dates and even to Wii night at Rafe and Matthew’s.  It was amazing to feel like I finally fit into that dynamic of our group, we were now one of the happy couples.

Unfortunately, before we all left Buxton things started to get rocky between Rosie and Jackson. It made the dynamic of the group a little weird as we’d all sort of taken him on as our own, and now we felt like we couldn’t or shouldn’t talk to him, or about him, until they sorted their stuff out.

Ben and I tried hard to juggle work and travelling to see each other. We met in the middle, at a hotel in Birmingham, as often as possible, but it was hard.

We decided to go away to Scotland for a week in June, no Wi-Fi or phone signal, bliss. We had a cottage in the middle of nowhere and just ate, drank and made love for a whole week.  It was the best week I had ever had, and I didn’t want it to come to an end. And when we arrived back in Buxton, to find that Rosie and Jackson were over, my heart broke for my best friend.

A lot had happened between them, but I knew they were made for each other. I held her as she cried for hours, and then I went back to Ben and I asked him to move in with me. It wasn’t completely out of the blue. Ben had been looking to move to London anyway, to be closer to me, and had started applying for jobs. But when I saw how heartbroken Rosie was over her break up, I just couldn’t bear to be apart from Ben anymore, so I just blurted it out.

For a moment I froze, my heart in my throat at my sudden show of commitment, but when he happily agreed, I was over the moon.

Ben moved in during the busiest week I’ve had in a long time and didn’t complain once about me abandoning him in the big city on his first week. Instead, he unpacked his things, cleaned and cooked dinner each night, and waited for me to get home.

He understood, covered my food in cling film if I was late back and headed to bed.

A week after he moved in, I got home after midnight. I walked into the bedroom after the longest day of my life and was faced with the glorious naked arse of the man I worshipped.  The soft glow of the TV that he must have fallen asleep watching highlighted the perfect peach that I just wanted to sink my teeth into and never let go. I stood back and just looked for a moment taking in just how lucky I really was. Then Ben farted, rolled over and scratched his balls and I was back to reality. The worst part is, it just made me love him more.

I crawled into ‘our’ bed, Ben stirred and wrapped his arms around me pulling me close, and I fell to sleep, happier than I had ever been.

Ben and I quickly sank into the comfort zone; we ate and drank a lot, cooked together, totally over indulged in everything and were on top of the world. When I couldn’t do my jeans up one morning though, we agreed it was time to change. Ben challenged me to a month without drinking, claiming that I drank my calories instead of eating them. I laughed it off and took the bet, but as my birthday party rolled around in August, we realised drink wasn’t the problem.

“What’s wrong?” Ben asked as he walked into the bedroom after getting home from work. I’d ignored three calls from him, so he’d rushed back to find me sitting cross-legged on the bed, puffy eyed and defensive. “Pippa, talk to me.”

He sat at the end of the bed and I looked at him; he was going to leave me, I knew it, but he needed to know.

“I’m pregnant.” The voice that left me wasn’t one that I recognised, and I started to sob again. Ben stood up and stepped back from the bed. I heard him pacing and looked up at him just as he looked at me.

“Okay,” he said, nodding and then sat down.

“What do you mean, okay?” I asked, sniffing and wiping my tears.

“I mean okay, Pip. We would probably have had kids one day anyway, it’s just happening sooner than planned, that’s all.”

I was shocked. He wasn’t running for the door; he had just accepted it.

“Are you serious?” I asked, crying again, this time out of love for him.

Ben smiled, crawled forward on the bed and kissed me.

“I always said you were going to have my babies, didn’t I?” He replied, smiling as he kissed me again. We were having a baby.

I close Vinnie and put him down on the window seat before heading into the bedroom. I open bedside draw and start to rifle through the contents, laying my hands on the small folded card near the back. I take it out and open it, sitting down on the bed as I sigh and smile.

The image of the tiny peanut on the ultrasound photograph makes my heart skip a beat. I remember so clearly the day we saw Holly on that screen, not knowing at that stage who she would be, but she was there, and her tiny heart was beating. Ben and I had been together for six months when I got pregnant, it was soon, but she was conceived in love.