Wilson Mooney, Almost Eighteen (19 page)

“
Play you a game of pool,”
I offered grabbing a pool stick and spinning it in my hands. I
didn’t know how to play.

“
Really? I’m pretty good at
it. You’ll have to prepare to be spanked.” He grabbed a pool stick
and rubbed a small block on the tip.

“
Spanked huh? Well let’s
just see how much you know,” I teased.

He grabbed a triangle and set it down
on the green. He pulled a bunch of balls from the pockets and
dropped them into the shape. Then he mixed them up and slid it
across, gently pulling the triangle off.

“
Stripes or
solids?”

“
Excuse me?”

“
Do you want to be solids
or stripes? The balls you’re trying to hit into the pockets.” He
looked at me, astonished I didn’t understand the
question.

“
Stripes.”

“
Ladies first.” He backed
away from the table and rested his pool stick on the ground. His
hands stacked towards the top of it.

“
Okay, thanks.” I held the
stick up. I could figure this out all I needed to do was break up
the triangle of balls.

“
Wait, you need to hit the
white cue ball into the group of balls to break them up.” He
grabbed it from the other side of the table.

“
I knew that.” I smiled and
held the stick across my chest resting in one hand and clutched in
the other. I felt the muscles in my arms get tight.

“
Wait, you need to rest
your aiming hand on the table. Here let me help you.” He put his
stick against the wall and pulled mine from my hands demonstrating
how I was supposed to hold and aim it. I tried; I guess I didn’t
get it because in a flash, his body was up against mine. His smell
invaded me, marching its way down to feed my butterflies. His arm
wrapped around and held my aiming hand. His other arm followed mine
resting his hand behind on the pool stick. His head tight against
me his breath brushed words of encouragement across my
ear.

“
Do you feel the motion?
Forward and back.” He moved the pool stick. His chest pressed heavy
across my body.

I nodded.

“
One, two, three.” He
tangled the words in my hair and helped me push the stick, hitting
the white ball. The crack of the break echoed through the
room.

“
Nice break,” he breathed
into my ear. I shivered as he slid his hands up my arms.

“
Thanks; couldn’t have done
it without your help.”

“
Looks like you’re solids.
You get to shoot again.” He pointed to the ball in the little
basket at the corner.

I held the stick wrong again. This
time on purpose. He noticed and slid up behind me holding his hands
against my hips.

“
You need to bend more at
the waist like this.” He pushed down on my back with his chest. He
was teasing me, I could barely focus.

“
Let me see you do it by
yourself.” He pulled away and I tapped the white ball straight into
the pocket.

“
No fair, you did that on
purpose.” I straighten to tell him.

“
Of course I did. That’s my
strategy. Now step aside and watch.” He grabbed his pool stick and
made it look easy.

He bent level with the table. His hair
fell to his eyes, his arms stretched tight across the table. The
curve of his back and the bend of his knees, were so incredibly
tasty looking. He snapped the pool stick forward and knocked two
striped balls into the side pockets. In one shot he was beating
me.

He circled the table, studying where
his next move was. I leaned against it and blocked him.

“
Excuse me—I need that spot
to score.” He pointed to me. Without saying a word I refused to
move. He put his pool stick on the table and came next to me. His
hands pressed at my waist browsed up my sides across my ribs to
under my arms. He brought his face close. I could smell the scent
of his breath.

“
I need to score here.” He
pulled back making eye contact with me. I knew he was going to
score, maybe not all the way—but far enough.

“
Okay, let’s see what you
can do.” I kissed him and fireworks low in my groin exploded. He
pressed hard against my mouth. I pushed my hands through his hair
and around his ears. Down past his jaw line my hands found the
perfect spot. His hands slid down to my hips and across to the back
of my thighs. I felt his arm tighten; his hands caught and lifted
me to his waist. My legs wrapped around him as he set me on the
table. He kissed me before his lips drifted, tracing the line of my
jaw down to my collar bone and across to the top of my chest. He
stopped and looked into my eyes. My skin ran cold as he pulled on
the zipper of my suit. Watching my reaction the entire time his
eyes asked for permission. He stopped at my navel. My hands pulled
at the zipper of his hoodie. Waiting for the right to touch, he
helped me take his sweatshirt off. I pulled up at the bottom of his
shirt and he lifted his hands in the air. I pulled it off. His
chest was exquisite; muscular, tight, and just the perfect amount
of hair. I pushed my lips to the space between his collar bone and
neck. He pushed to clear my shoulders of my space suit. I pulled my
arms out of the sleeves and wrapped my bare arms around him,
feeling our body heat exchange, with one another. He kissed my neck
pressing light; it sent goose bumps through to my chest. I felt his
hands caress up to the clasp of my bra and work to release the
tension. My heart leapt high into my throat. I guess this was
it—this was going to be the moment I let him see me,
exposed.

“
Wait.” I pushed against
him. His hands pressed hard into my back.

“
Yeah?” he whispered into
my ear.

“
I don’t want to do this—”
I swallowed trying to lose the extra bubble in my throat before I
continued. “here. Take me to your room,” I whispered back to
him.

“
Nobody’s home,” he
breathed.

“
I just don’t feel
comfortable doing this here.” He bent down and grabbed his hoodie
from the floor and wrapped it around me. I slid my arms through the
sleeves and zipped it up. He lifted me off the pool table and
slipped his hand into mine. He kissed me so soft and pulled me up
to his room.

Chapter
Fourteen:

I waited for him to let me in. He slid
his body against my back and opened the door. He pressed his chest
against me. I entered, looked around, and glanced back to him. He
seemed a little shy about having me in his space. He shrugged his
shoulders and forced his hands in his pockets as he followed
me.

“
This is my
room.”

His room was masculine and clean. A
black, four post, queen sized bed was draped with a burgundy and
dark green comforter. A huge stack of pillows at the head and a
folded brown wool blanket at the foot, made his bed look so cozy.
Framed black and white blown up photos of mountains covered in
snow, splashed the walls. A plasma TV hung over the earthy toned
multi-colored slate fireplace.

“
It’s very comfortable. I
really like these pictures of the mountains.” I stopped in front of
an aerial photo of a construction site.

“
Yeah, that is this place
here. That’s when my family was having it built.” He pushed his
hand to the picture. “See this tree here, that’s the tree out front
to the left. That’s the garage. And that is my room,
there.”

I watched as he got lost in the
picture of his family history. Desires bridged across from my mind
to my heart and I couldn’t stop from beginning where we left off in
the great room, I pulled the zipper down on my sweatshirt. His eyes
intensified, fixed on mine; he reached up and stopped me when the
zipper reached my bra.

“
Are you sure you want to
do this?”

“
Yes, I am.” My voice
caught in a shiver and wavered slightly.

I couldn’t say I wasn’t
scared or nervous but who wouldn’t be. This was the first time
anyone other than Joanie and Cindy was going to see me naked from
the waist up.

“
Because I can wait for
you.”

“
I know you
can.”

I nodded and let him finish pulling
the zipper open. His head tilted to one side and his eyes
strained.

He slipped his sizable hands up the
sides of my sweatshirt. Waiting for an okay, I grasped his hands,
and spread them apart, my sweatshirt opened. He gently took it off
my arms; leaving my bra resting loose across my chest, his fingers
slinked under the straps at my shoulders. He wet his lips with the
tip of his tongue, swallowed, and pulled. I stood there—naked. It
wasn’t so bad, he liked what he saw; it felt good. I pushed my
hands past his chest and down around below his arms. Our bodies fit
together and I swam in his warmth.

He kissed me with his tongue wildly, I
could tell he was letting go of caution. His lips deserted mine,
wandering to my neck and down to right above my chest. I ran my
hands through his soft black hair. Tangling any fear into knots, I
let them fly away with the wind.

He plucked his mouth from my skin and
paused. I was taken by his ability to make me feel so much more
emotion than I ever thought possible. He looked at me. I nodded
afraid to say anything; I didn’t know what would come out. I could
tell him to take me all the way, that was how strong my feelings
were raging for him.

His hands dropped to my waist as he
continued to kiss me above my chest. I pushed my hands around his
neck and bent to get him to come back to my lips. His hands
caressed my back, chills rippled down my spine. He lifted me to his
bed.

Cool air filled my naked skin before
he slinked up across my body and kissed me. His knee slid up
between my legs and pressed against me, I was so hot from the waist
down. The damn space suit was suffocating and retaining the heat he
created low.

I wanted to take it off,
but didn’t want to imply that I was ready to go
that
far. His lips pressed lower on
my chest and brushed across the front. Chills thrashed through my
body. He looked up at me while he lingered; his mouth was so
delicate, his tongue so warm, I felt the intense connection lower
in my body. The way his hand traced my side and around me, his
experience was almost frightening.

I’ve wondered what it might feel like
to have him explore my body; entirely. I had no idea that it would
be so passionate. Everything he did felt so natural. It made me
wonder if it was a sign to go all the way with him. His mouth
traced between my breasts and down above my navel.

“
Max?”

“
Yeah, did I go too far?”
He narrowed his eyes.

“
No, I’m just really hot in
this ski suit.”

“
Okay.”

“
I didn’t want to give you
the wrong impression.”

“
And what impression would
that be?” He dragged his finger across my stomach, piquing my
arousal.

“
That I was ready to—sleep
with you.” I could feel the blood flush fast to my
cheeks.

“
Well, you’ve already done
that.”

“
Max, you know what I
mean.”

He took a deep breath.

“
We won’t do anything you
aren’t ready to do.” He stared into my eyes, sincere.

I reached down to my blue suit’s
zipper; he stopped me before he unzipped it down below my panties.
Clutching the sides of my suit, he started to tug as I lifted my
hips. My panties rolled down just enough to make him stop, catching
them while he pulled, he flung the skin tight suit off my
body.

Dragging his hands on my leg, and
across my stomach, he eventually arrived at my neck.

“
Are you cold?”

My fingers automatically worked the
waist of his jeans, unbuttoning them and tugging slow on the
zipper.

What was I doing? Was I
really ready to go all the way with him?

“
I’m okay. I just think
it’s only fair if I’m almost naked you should be too.” I pushed up
kissing him as my fingers caught his belt loops and yanked
down.

“
Wait, wait. Hold on,” he
held his pants on and hopped off the bed. “Oh man, Wilson, you
don’t know what you do to me.” He snapped his top button, went to
his dresser and grabbed out a pair of sweats and a t-shirt and held
them out to me.

I felt like I was kicked in the
stomach. I couldn’t stop my insides from twisting, even when I
wrapped my arms around my chest.

“
Did I do something wrong?
Because if I did—.”

“
No, you’ve done nothing
wrong. Everything you did was more than right.” He sat next to me
and caressed his fingers across my cheeks. “I want to be with you
so bad, I lose my breath, and I can’t breathe. But I want to make
sure you’re ready—really, ready. I don’t want you to regret your
first time—with me.” He gingerly pressed his mouth below my temple
and unfolded the white t-shirt, before he slid it over my head. It
smelled like him. He pulled it down over my torso, brushing the
back of his hand against my naked skin. Then slipping me into his
sweats, one leg at a time, he dragged them up skillfully past my
waist. I drowned in them. He crept onto the bed and wrapped his
arms around me.