Wilson Mooney, Almost Eighteen (38 page)

He drew his knee onto the bed and
pressed himself against my body. The only place to go—was back. My
hands above my head, my arms fell to cover my ears. His breathing,
my heart beat, our kiss, filled my head. His warm hands studied my
body while his lips traced hot between. His tongue tasted my skin
across my neck, working to get back to my lips. I wanted to kiss
him passionately. He followed the inside of my arms up to where my
shirt arrested my hands and untangled them. I was free and wildly
ready to touch him.

His chest pressed hard against me as
he grabbed my wrists above my head and rolled me on top. I tickled
my fingers down the insides of his arms. He wanted me. I could feel
him push against my body. His arms wrapped strong against my back,
he worked to catch my lips as I tried to push down his chin and
across his neck. His hands fetched either side of my face; he
locked his mouth with mine before he drifted to my cheek, then my
neck, and behind my ear. I had lost any control he willingly gave
me by being on top. I pulled away from him dragging my hands down
his chest catching the button on the waist of his jeans. I pulled
on the flap trying to release the buttons. He was breathing heavy
as I kissed his stomach above his navel. His hands explored my
body.

I have no experience of someone
touching my body the way he has. He knew what drove me wild and
made every effort to accommodate. This weekend was life altering
with the things he has done to me. Things I’ve only heard other
girls talk about. And tonight it was my turn to try and give him
something before we go back to our limiting world.

I unbuttoned his Levi’s and drove my
fingers around his waist, pulling them off with his boxers. I
dragged them completely off his body. His body was hard, amazing,
and ready for me to explore. I stood next to the bed, staring at
him; he grabbed my hand and pulled me down next to him.

“
Take off your pants
Wilson,” he growled at me firm and low against my hair.

“
No. I’m not going to do
it. If you want them off, you’re gonna have to do it,” I teased
him. I got up on my knees and tried to get off the bed. He grabbed
the waist of my pants and slid his fingers around the snap. He had
them unbuttoned, unzipped, and off my body as I escaped the bed. I
stood facing him in just my panties. I slid my hands up to my waist
and wrapped my fingers around the band.

“
Stop, leave them on.” He
pushed up on his elbows watching every move I made.

“
Really, why?” I felt a
lump rise in my throat.

“
I want to take them off
you,” he told me low.

“
Well, what if I told you
no,” I said barely over a whisper.

“
I’d have to respect that.
Besides, there
are
ways around them,” his eyebrow peaked as he answered. He
pulled me onto the bed. His hand slid down under my waistband and
across my backside. His fingers tickled low before he pulled his
hand out from my panties.

“
Yeah, well that must come
from experience,” the words sped out of my mouth. Part of me was
concerned that he would take it wrong.
He
took it exactly how I meant it.

“
That? No, that was an
attempt to see what you would do. This comes from experience.” He
twisted me to my back. His eyes smoldered with want. He kissed my
lips dragging his mouth across my face, down my neck and straight
down to my chest. My back arched and I lost my breath. His tongue
tasted my skin down to my stomach. His hand pushed against my calf,
up past my knee and across my thigh. I looked down at him; he
watched my expression change as he slipped his hand under my
panties. I lost my breath.

His experience was perfect. What he
did to me was perfect. He pulled his hand away and pressed his
mouth to my upper thigh. I was quaking. He collected the waistband
of my panties and this time I didn’t say anything. He slid them off
down past my knees, tangling at my ankles before they were off my
body.

My heart pounded hard, I
felt my body releasing the thrill of what he was doing.
I was so ready. I couldn’t stop, change the
subject, or re-direct him. Not that I wanted to, but it was my idea
to please him first. I guess that went out the window, for
now.
His firm hands wrapped above my
knees, pulling my body to the edge. My toes tangled with the plush,
white-fur area rug next to the bed, anchoring me to the moment. His
body wedged between my legs. Kneeling, he brushed his fingers
delicately across the outside of my legs. His lips pressed against
my inner thigh, then below my navel, teasing me, making me want him
to take me to the place where my body becomes one with the universe
and explodes with euphoria, unexplainable in this world.

He was so good, cool air rippled
across and mixed with warm. I felt him growl deep in his throat,
driving me to the place I thought he had taken me before. My body
understood what to do. My hands fisted in his hair; all the
self-control I had was gone. Chills, goose bumps, and endorphins
flooded my body making me ticklish instantly. I pushed away as I
returned to the universe. It was as if I had run a marathon. He
pushed his chest on mine, my heart pounding faster than his, and
the pressure was just enough to clear the chills. It was so
strange, I was hot and then freezing. My body, worn with the
aftermath of his talent, I knew I needed to pull myself
together.

“
How was that?” he asked,
whispering against my ear.

“
Unbelievable,” I was out
of breath. I lay back for a moment embodying what just
happened.

My mind swirled with
visions of how to go about pleasing him. I had no idea how to do
it.
I was a rookie, with no experience.
Worse than a rookie, at least a rookie played before. Me? I wasn’t
even registering on the scale of measured experience yet. I had to
let intuition guide me with what I thought he would
like.

I pushed him back
straddling his body. I caught his bottom lip between my teeth and
pulled just enough to make him whimper. His hands folded across my
back and pressed my body firm against his. I left his lips and
lowered my kiss to his neck, then across his chest. His stomach was
hard as I kissed each muscle of his six-pack. His moans and growls
pulled; he was exciting me again. Seeing him naked, kissing his
skin, I took a deep breath, and followed the trail down to him. My
head overflowed with ways to start.
Do I
tickle across his waist first? Do I just start and hope he likes
it?
I didn’t know what to do so I just
took a chance and wrapped my hand delicately around him low. I
watched his face as he smiled and his eyes rolled back. Natural
instinct pushed me past the fear of my inexperience. I closed my
eyes and he caught his breath. Groans of pleasure rose from his
body. I let air swirl around him; he went wild. He grabbed at my
body catching my arms before he clutched the covers of the
bed.

I felt complete power with what I was
doing. If I stopped, he would do anything to get me to start again.
If I kept going, he would do anything to get me to do it again.
I’ve always aspired to be in control of situations. This instance
was no different.

His hand pushed the hair back from my
face.

“
Wilson...” His head rolled
back and forth.

I didn’t know what to do. I really
didn’t think about what happens to me when he reaches his euphoric
state. I watched his body shake. His muscles throughout his body
flexed tight then loosened. He growled and panted deep bellowing
moans, pulling me down against him, he kissed across my
neck.

“
Well I guess I wasn’t too
bad then huh?” I laughed. It was more than a nervous reaction. I
didn’t know how to do what I did and I was a little intimidated by
his experience, but I have to say, it felt damn good to make him
shiver.

“
No, it was good, really
good,” he laughed with me. His arms tightened around me. We were in
the moment.

“
Really? Because you know,
I’ve never done
that
before.” I didn’t make eye contact. He pulled at my chin
making me look at him.

“
I know. You drove me wild,
I couldn’t hold back. Look at me.” He pushed his arm out into the
air. Naked and cold, I burrowed into the covers of the
bed.

“
Hey now, wait for me.” He
pulled the covers loose from his side and slid next to
me.

Our exposed bodies against each other
warmed to a nice comfortable temperature under the down comforter.
He pressed against my back, fitting perfectly around me—his arm,
protective across my waist, our hands coupled, locking our fingers
together.

“
What time is it?” I hated
asking him.

“
It’s nine thirty,” he
whispered.

The last thing I wanted to think about
was time. I wish we could freeze the night in a capsule and live
there for as long as we wanted. But La-La Land had enough girls
trying to get a ticket in. I had to be realistic and figure out
every moment we had left tonight. That made it so difficult. It
wasn’t like we could spend endless hours together, the way girls
around me got to do with their boyfriends. It was a forbidden love
that had to be handled just the right way.

“
We have about an hour
before I have to get back,” I told him. He already knew.

Dorm curfew for juniors and seniors
was ten thirty with lights out at eleven. It was better than the
freshman and sophomores who had curfew at nine thirty and lights
out at ten. That extra hour was invaluable. However; tonight it
gave me the time I wanted and stole it from me, all in the same
moment. I pushed the blanket back off my legs and got
up.

“
Where ya going?” He
reached across but didn’t catch me.

“
Just getting dressed.” I
wanted him to pay attention to what I had to say and if I talked to
him half naked he wouldn’t be able to focus. I scooped up my
panties and pulled them on. My jeans were bunched up on the floor;
I shook them to release the legs and wiggled into them.

“
Here let me help you.” He
sauntered towards me. His fingers caught the front of my pants,
pulling at the button he snapped tight across below my navel. His
hair blocked his expression. His fingers still behind my waistband,
he slid them around to the small of my back. I shivered.

“
Max,” I whispered slowly
through my exhaled breath.

“
Shhh. Don’t say it.” The
muscles in his jaw constricted, his brows converged above his
narrow, pained, eyes as he raised his head. He brought his forehead
to rest on mine. “I know how hard it is going to be— in a room with
you; not able to hold you and kiss you, or talk free with you,” his
voice was low; his breath smelled sweet like Jolly Ranchers swirled
in Ghirardelli chocolate. His hands clung to my back, pressing me
close to him.

He got it. The whole picture of us
tangled in the vines of the forbidden fruit. We can’t go to dinner
together in public. We won’t kiss goodnight at the door. Holding
hands was totally out of the question. We will have to maintain the
student-teacher facade for another six months. Just until after
graduation, then we could be ourselves. I pushed my lips to his.
“I’d better text Joanie to come get me.” My butterflies became
frantic. “I’ll have her meet us back at Peets.” Their wings hit and
tore, fighting to break the bubble of regret surging up into my
throat.

I broke away and pulled my phone from
my pocket.

“
Wait Wilson, I need twenty
more minutes—with you.” He grabbed my phone and closed it. My heart
climbed up into the back of my throat. Maybe it was the butterflies
succeeding in escaping the churn of emotional turmoil deep in my
body.

Max stared at me, his inviting green
eyes filled with the apprehension of actually calling out the
amount of time we had left together before my chariot turned into a
pumpkin pulled by little white mice. Twenty minutes wasn’t much
time. He slid his hand around my waist and pulled me in. His long
fingers brushed back my hair as he pressed his palm to the side of
my face. My hands clutched at his waist. My eyes watered. He slid
his thumbs right below my eyes.

“
You are so beautiful. I’m
so lucky,” he whispered.

I didn’t say anything. I didn’t want
to ruin the moment with stupid words that would bumble awkwardly
from my mouth. So I breathed deeply and leaned against his chest,
tightening my arms around his waist. Tomorrow was going to be
okay.

Epilogue: Monday

Everything was silent when I woke up
Monday morning. I half expected Cindy to be still pissed at me. I
wouldn’t blame her. Instead, she was already gone. Probably better
that way. I don’t think I could handle another fight with
her.

Last night Joanie picked me up from
Peet’s Coffee. It was excruciating to drive away and leave Max in
the parking lot. My heart was torn from my chest and it left a huge
gaping hole. My butterflies poured out, desperate to stay with him.
It was Max who had tamed them and they were loyal.

I had a dream last night, more like a
nightmare. The warning bell for fourth period had rung and I was
heading into my government class, Max’s class. The door was heavier
than usual but I didn’t care. I was going to see him and I could
feel my butterflies jump to life. Only when I walked into class, an
old, gray-haired woman stood behind his desk. She was frail and
little, dressed from head to toe in black. She noticed me right
away and shuffled over. She asked me if I was Ms. Wilson Mooney
before she handed me a folded note. My knees went weak. I felt the
blood drain quickly from my cheeks. My butterflies froze. I
recognized the lined paper—it was the same as Max had used to give
me his number, the same I had flushed down the toilet.