Spencer's Face (Buckeye Hawks) (20 page)

“He can have any girl he
wants. And, he wants you.” Spencer said, still angry. He said it with finality
in his voice and his body language.

He turned to walk away from
me. I grabbed him quickly by his belt buckle and refused to let go. I pulled
him with all my might back to me. He gave in and turned toward me again. We
were standing face to face. Spencer had the strangest look on his face. Was he
about to explode? Or was he about to forgive me? I pulled him closer and
reached up to kiss him. To my surprise, he kissed me with intense emotion. He
held my face between his hands, and kept on kissing. I’d never felt this much
passion from him before. It was causing me to go weak in the knees. I continued
clutching his belt buckle to hold myself up.

“Oh, Taylor.” He said with a
hoarse whisper, full of breathy air. It reminded me of the day on his bed, when
he came.

I felt something move in the
front of his jeans. I suddenly realized what it was. My knees went even weaker.
But I couldn’t remove my hand from his belt buckle. I didn’t want to. I rubbed
my fingers against his stomach. It was then that I realized that my fingers
were inside his underwear. Just barely, but I could feel thick coarse hair. I
continued to rub as I strengthened my kiss against his.

Spencer backed me against the
wall, and pressed against me. I could feel his erection against my stomach. I
could almost touch it with my hand. I wanted to touch it. I slid my hand back
and forth across his stomach, feeling for it. I couldn’t find it. Spencer
sucked in his stomach, allowing me to go deeper inside his jeans. I did it. I
continued kissing him as I found it. I ran the back of my fingers over it
softly. His skin was so smooth, like velvet almost. I turned my hand around, so
I could feel it better. I barely touched it when I felt sudden movement from
it, then a lot of wetness.

Yuk! Oh this was disgusting.
My hand was wet and it was stuck inside his pants, inside his underwear. What
had I just done? Well, I knew what I’d done. Oh man, I wished I hadn’t done
that. Why did I have to keep on going? I could have simply made it clear that
it was a mistake. I mean, I didn’t stick my hand down his jeans on purpose. But
I couldn’t stop after I started. What now? Was he going to expect sex? And, how
was I going to walk away from here without anyone realizing what had just
happened?

“I’m sorry.” Spencer said to
me, whispering in my ear. He was embarrassed.

I was embarrassed. I pulled
my hand from his jeans. He had to suck in his stomach so I could free it. Now
what? Was I supposed to just stand here with a wet hand? I didn’t know what to
say to him. This didn’t happen to girls. I kissed him on the cheek. “I love you,
Spencer. You’ve got to know that.”

He nodded, then pulled me
close to his chest. “Taylor, I love you so much.” He whispered to me.

Damn. That felt so good. I
never in a million years thought that touching would feel so good. It was the
best feeling in the world. I was so upset last night when I went to Taylor’s house
and found Jose there. I thought my existence with Taylor was over. I was so
scared that Jose was going to steal Taylor away from me. He was known as having
the best body in school. They even voted him best physique in the yearbook this
year.

I thought Taylor would go
running back to him when he said he wanted her back. Most girls would have.
Most girls have. He’d done so many girls at school wrong, and they kept coming
back to him. Not Taylor. Thank God. I wanted her forever, especially after a
few minutes ago. I wanted that forever. My first sexual experience with a girl.
I couldn’t even imagine that it got better than that. Of course, I’m sure it
did. That was just the beginning.

Taylor made her way to the
bathroom after our encounter. I walked her to her History class. I kissed her
really well. I felt so much closer to her now than I did yesterday. Now, I felt
like she was mine. Totally mine. “See you after History?” I asked her. I hoped
I was forgiven for my beyond rude behavior last night. I’d never doubt her
again.

“Absolutely.” She said with a
smile.

I hoped there was more of
that at lunch time. I was prepared for sex with Taylor the day she kissed me,
but I knew she wasn’t ready. I’d been holding off all this time. Maybe she was
ready now. I hoped so. Boy did I hope so. It was so hard to concentrate in all
of my morning classes. All I could think about was Taylor touching me, and how
I wanted that again. I was getting hard thinking about it, in fact.

At lunch, Taylor drove us to
the parking lot where we usually made out during our lunch hour. Yes! I pulled
her over to my side of the car onto my lap. It was our usual routine. I
immediately attacked her mouth. I wanted her to know that I was all in. I
wanted it all. I wanted her hand down my jeans again, but I didn’t want to force
it there and look like a horn dog. Maybe she was waiting for me to make the
next move.

I carefully slid my hands up
the back of her shirt as I kissed her. I rubbed her back. I loved the feel of
her skin. She didn’t stop me. I brought my hands around to the front, and
rubbed her stomach. I slipped my thumbs up inside her bra. She didn’t stop me.
I circled her nipples with my thumbs. Damn, I was getting hot. I kept rubbing
as I kissed her intensely. She kissed me with her entire mouth. She was such a
great kisser. Not that I had anyone to compare her to, but I knew from the guys
that she’d dated that she was considered one of the best kissers. She was also
known as the last remaining virgin. I hoped to remedy that really soon.

I was so in love with this girl.
I loved being with her, touching her, kissing her. This kind of touching was
the best though. I could do this all day long. I worked my way to the back of
her bra, and unhooked it. This was heaven. I rubbed her tits even more, even
deeper, even stronger. I was getting really hard. Damn, please don’t let me
come again so soon. I wanted more. So much more. I used one hand to hold out her
shirt so I could see down inside it. Damn she was beautiful. I kissed a trail
down between her tits. I gave her a hickey on one side. It wouldn’t be visible
to her parents. She got in a lot of trouble for hickeys.

“I love you, Taylor.” I said
to her between kisses. I kissed her on the lips again. “Are we going to have
sex soon?”

“I don’t know.” she answered.

“Don’t you love how this
feels?” I asked her as I rubbed her tits again. “I really do.”

I could barely speak. I was
so overheated right now.

“I do.” she whispered to me.
“But I’m not sure I want more. Well, I want more, but I don’t want to want
more.”

I stopped kissing her and
looked into her eyes. “Tell me what that meant.” I laughed at her.

“It’s wrong. If my mom knew
that I was even thinking about sex, she’d lock me up and throw away the key.”

“What do you want, Taylor?” I
asked her as I held her face, forcing her to look at me. I wanted to see her
face when she answered me.

“I want more.” She said to
me.

Yes! My world just flipped
upside down. “How much more?”

“I’m not sure.” she said.

Darn it. More waiting. I
could wait. Well I had to wait. I had no choice in the matter. She wasn’t
ready. I quit kissing her. I had to stop. I was getting too heated.

“What’s wrong?” she asked
alarmed.

“I need to stop, Taylor.”

“You’re going to dump me now.
Aren’t you?” she asked as she looked in my eyes. Her face was full of fear.

I wrapped my arms around her
to reassure her. How could she think that I’d dump her? “No. I’m never going to
dump you. I love you, Taylor.”

“Why did you stop then?” she
asked.

She was too naïve. I never
thought I’d be able to teach a girl anything about sex. I was the school’s last
virgin guy, I think. “Remember what happened this morning? I don’t want that to
happen again.”

She smiled at me, then leaned
back against the car door. “Did you want it to happen this morning?” She asked
in a little girl’s voice. She was so cute.

“No.” I laughed at her. “You
got me too excited. You’ve done that to me once before. That first night on my
bed.”

She smiled and nodded to me. She
knew exactly what she’d done to me that night.

Taylor hooked her bra, then
drove us back to school. I went to my auto shop class, still thinking about
Taylor. It seemed that’s all I did lately. Jose was in my auto shop class. There
were four teams, and each had a car to work on. He walked over to our car and
stood in front of it. I knew he wanted to say something. I waited.

“Do you even know what you
have?” he asked me.

Ronnie, Sam, and Dwayne
stepped aside as if there was going to be some action.

I assumed he was asking about
the car that my team was working on. “A seventy Chevelle.”

“I was talking about your girlfriend.
Miss Cherry herself.” Jose said snidely.

“Don’t talk about Taylor that
way.” I warned him.

Please let him say one more
word. I wanted to deck him so badly for what he did last night. And, what he’d
been saying around school about how he was going to steal her away from me. As
if I wasn’t even in the picture. Last night it bothered me. I thought I was
about to lose her. Today I knew I wasn’t going to lose her.

“You’re right. I should say
nice things about her. Like how great her tits are. She let me feel them one
night. She wouldn’t go any further than that though. Damn I wanted her that
night. You’d better get used to being teased. She won’t ever go all the way.”

“Jose, I warned you. Don’t
say shit about her. She’s my girlfriend and you’re not going to talk about her
like she’s some kind of a slut. You know she’s not. Everyone knows she’s not.”

My group stood up to get a
better view of the action they thought was about to take place. His group
gathered around as well.

“You haven’t popped her
cherry yet. You won’t. She’s saving it for me.” he said with a sly smile.

Damn. He was being totally
crass and rude beyond words. I was so pissed. He would never touch her. I could
feel the anger rising in me. I couldn’t stand the thought of him kissing her
and putting his hands on her. I hated thinking that she’d let him. I wondered
if he was lying just to get me to hit him. I laughed at him. “She’d rather die
than let you near her again.”

“Yah right! You’re just
foreplay, Spencer. A pity project. Do you think she’d ever actually have sex
with you?” Jose asked. “I promise you, I will get that cherry.”

I decked him. I couldn’t
control myself. I threw him against the side of the Chevelle, and decked him
again. It happened so fast that I didn’t really know what was happening. I
heard yelling from the guys in the garage. I grabbed his T-shirt at the neck.
Blood was spilling on it. “Don’t you go near her!” I threatened him.

Mr. Gutson walked up about
that time. “Boys, is there a problem here?” he asked.

“No.” I told him, then let Jose’s
shirt go. I started to turn away.

He started laughing. “She’s
about to dump you, and come running back to me. You stupid purple faced
bastard.”

Gee. Like I hadn’t heard that
one before. Did he think that if he made fun of my face that I’d turn and run
away? I turned toward him just to show him that I wasn’t scared of him. Mr. Gutson
stepped between us. “Take it off school property boys. I don’t want to have to
turn you two in.”

I walked to the locker area
and pulled off my work clothes. I pulled on my jeans. Jose and the rest of the
guys did the same. I tried not to look his way, but he was staring at me with a
smug smile on his face. Damn, I wanted to hit him again. I wanted to smash his
face into the lockers. I restrained myself.