“Yes. I plan on spending the rest of my life with you, Emma.” And I really did. I couldn’t even imagine a future without her in it.
“Me too. I’m gonna annoy you with my speed-talking until you’re old and gray.” She finally smiled at me.
She stood up on her tippy toes and kissed me. She tasted so sweet. It was times like this that I really hated being taller than her. Even with her on her tippy toes, it was hard for her to kiss me. I leaned down to make it easier for her. She felt so good. She slid her hands up my chest and then she threw her arms around my neck and jumped up into my arms.
“I love you!” Little kisses erupted all over my face. Up my chin, the tip of my nose. I was trying to hold her without touching her butt, but it was hard to do. Finally, she wrapped her legs around me and when she felt what was waiting in my pants for her, the kisses stopped and her head snapped back. She looked at me with those beautiful, big eyes, “Is that supposed to feel like that?”
“Yeah, it is.”
“Wow. Just wow.” She whispered in my ear, “I can’t wait to see what it looks like.” My breath caught and I almost lost my balance. I fell up against the wall, which caused me to push up against her. She cried out when my hips slammed into her. “Maybe we should get in bed.”
“Maybe we should, missus.”
“I love it when you call me that. It makes me feel so loved, Eric. It makes me feel like no matter what crap we go through, we’ll always be okay because I’m your missus and you’re my mister.”
“I love you, missus,” I kissed her and carried her into my room. I shut the door behind us and gently laid her down on the bed.
Her dress had ridden up while we were in the hall. It was up around her waist and I could see her tiny little purple panties. I swallowed hard and started to unbutton my shirt. She sat up and pulled her dress up over her head.
Holy shit!
I had wondered all night about the bra she had on under that dress. Well, I didn’t have to wonder anymore. She didn’t have a bra on. Her breasts were the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. I couldn’t look away from them. I’m pretty sure I was drooling all over myself.
“Eric, are you okay?” She pulled her dress back around her. “Did I do something wrong? Why’d you stop takin’ your clothes off?” I couldn’t speak. I was in utter awe of this girl sitting in front of me on my bed. She was on my bed. I was going to make love to her tonight. This was really happening.
“I’m perfect. I’ve never been more perfect, actually.” I pulled my shirt off over my head, pulled off my boots, and got my Wranglers off. I was standing in front of her in my briefs waiting for her to say something.
“You really are kinda perfect, mister,” she smiled.
I climbed onto the bed with her. I laid over her and just looked into her eyes. Taking hold of her dress, I threw it to the floor with my clothes. Still looking in her eyes, I took my hand and ran it over her breast. She closed her eyes and her breath hitched. “Did that feel good?”
“Very good. I totally think you should do it again.”
“Whatever my missus wants.”
I ran my hand over her other breast, but this time I caught her nipple between my fingers and twisted it a little. She pulled my mouth down to hers and slid her tongue into my mouth. This kiss was slow and sweet. Perfect.
I pulled away. I kissed her chin, then her neck, then I moved onto her breast. I placed soft kisses all around her left breast, while my fingers played with the right one. She was making the sweetest sounds and I was so hard. I’m pretty sure my penis could’ve cut glass at that point.
I needed to be inside her, but I didn’t want to move too fast. I moved back up to her mouth and our kiss became real intense real quick. She ran her hand down my chest and across the front of my briefs. “It’s so hard. Is it time?”
“It’s definitely ready for the next step. Are you?” I asked. I had to make sure she was as ready as I was.
“I think so.” She was biting her lip and the look on her face didn’t say she was ready. So I went back to kissing her. We laid there for so long just making out and a little heavy petting. I had a new found love for her breasts. I was about to explode. I needed to be inside her. I ran my hand down her stomach and slid it into her panties. Her entire body stilled. I looked into her eyes and could see she was scared to death. I took my hand out of her panties and slid it back up her stomach. She put her hand on mine and pushed it back down to where it had been. “It’s okay. I’m ready. Touch me.”
I still wasn’t sure she was, but she was asking me to do this. She wanted it too. We were both just scared. Once we started actually doing it, the fear would go away, right?
I slowly pressed my finger inside her. I’d never touched a girl there before. It was so warm and wet. I moved my finger around a little bit and Emma started to really respond. She was moaning and she said, “More. Touch me more.” I pressed another finger inside her and pushed in a little deeper. “Yes, Eric, Yes!”
I pulled my fingers out and grabbed a condom from the box beside the bed. She was panting. She nodded as I took my briefs off, placed the condom on, and climbed on top of her. I looked into her eyes. She pulled my face down to hers and said, “I want you inside now, Eric. Please.”
I used my hand to guide myself inside her. I pushed in really slowly. Her eyes were bulging as I pressed in deeper. “Am I hurting you?”
“No. It’s okay,” she whispered.
I kept pushing. It felt so tight and warm. I was sure I was going to come before I even moved inside her. When I hit the barrier of her virginity she stilled beneath me. “I need to push through. Is that okay?”
“Yes. Do it.” She closed her eyes and I could tell she was holding her breath. I wanted to make this as quick and painless as possible. I thrust into her as hard as I could and she screamed out in pain. “ERIC! Oh my God! That really hurt.”
Oh, shit. I hurt her. I pulled out and laid down beside her on the bed. I looked down and the condom had blood on it. “I’m so sorry, Emma. I’m so sorry.” I pulled her to me and held her tight. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I thought if I did it real fast it wouldn’t hurt as bad. I’m so sorry, baby.” I kissed her head and smoothed her hair with my hand. “Please don’t hate me. I swear I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
I felt something on my chest. Damn it! She was crying. I leaned back. She wouldn’t look at me. “Please look at me, Emma. Please. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“I know. I didn’t think it would feel like that.” She sniffled and wiped her nose with her hand.
“You’re so small, baby. I’m so much bigger than you. We shouldn’t have done this. I’ve ruined everything.” I jumped out of bed and ran into the bathroom. I pulled the bloody condom off and threw it in the trash. I’d messed up everything. I was going to lose the love of my life because I’d been an asshole and made her do something she didn’t really want to do. I don’t care how many times she told me she was ready. I knew she wasn’t. Now everything was ruined.
When I walked out of the bathroom, she was standing by the bed. “Your sheets are ruined.” I looked down and saw the blood on them. “We’ll have to get you some new ones. Your mom will know what we did.”
“I’m not worried about anything but you right now, Emma. Are we ruined? Did this ruin everything?”
“What? Why would you ask me such a stupid question?”
“Seriously? You’re standing beside my bed with tears still in your eyes, looking at the blood on my bed. Why wouldn’t I think I ruined everything?”
“You didn’t ruin anything. I wanted this as much as you did. We’re just gonna have to practice, I guess.”
“Practice?”I said as she walked over to me and put her hands on my chest.
“Yes, practice, mister. It’ll hurt less next time. I think.”
“What if it doesn’t? What if we can’t have sex?” I didn’t want to hear her answer to that question.
“Don’t be ridiculous. It’ll get better every time. I think the first time is supposed to suck.”
“So we’re gonna be okay?”
“Of course we are. You’re my future, mister. Whether you like it or not.” She stood up on her toes and kissed my cheek. When she slid back down she felt how hard I still was. “I’m sorry you didn’t get to…um.” She whispered, “finish.”
“It’s okay. I’m not worried about me.”
“Well, I am. Can I help you with it.”
“Help me?”
“Yeah, with my hands.”
“You want to give me a hand job?”
“You don’t want me to?”
“I didn’t say that. I just didn’t think you’d want to do that.”
“I don’t wanna use my mouth, but I could try my hands. Do you wanna try it?”
“YES!”
“Calm down, mister.” She laughed. “You’ll have to show me what to do.”
“I think I can handle that.” I smiled down at her. She took my hand and led me over to the bed. She pulled the sheet off the bed and threw it on the ground. We sat down on the edge of the bed.
“So, do you wanna lay down?” She asked timidly.
I nodded and laid down across the bed. She crawled up beside me and leaned down and kissed my chest. Then I felt her mouth on my nipple. I almost came when she did that. This wasn’t gonna take long at all.
“What do I do?” She asked. I wrapped my hand around myself and slid my hand up and down. She put her little hand over mine. “Like this?” She asked as she removed my hand and replaced it with hers. She squeezed and slid up and down.
“Uh huh. Faster.” I moaned. She kept going and before I knew it I was squirting all over her hand.
Her eyes met mine and she smiled. “That was beautiful. I can’t believe I made you do that.”
“Are you crazy? You’ve been making me do that for a while now. I always think of you when I touch myself.”
She blushed and smiled up at me. “I’ve never touched myself.” She admitted.
“That’s okay. I think it’s different for girls. Us boys are all horn-dogs. You know that.” I laughed and pulled her close to me. She had made me come and all I had managed to do was make her bleed. I hated that our first time had been so horrible for her. I wished there was something I could do for her.
“Is there anything I can do to make this night better for you?”
“Yes. Hold me all night. Let me snuggle with you until the sun comes up tomorrow.”
“Whatever my missus wants, my missus gets.” Before long, her breathing evened out and I knew she was asleep. Once I knew she was okay enough to sleep, I passed out.
The next morning, I woke up to the most beautiful sight. Emma was walking in the door with a plate with scrambled eggs and toast on it. She had on one of my old t-shirts and her hair was still wet. Apparently, I slept through her shower.
“Morning, mister,” she said as she placed the plate on the nightstand.
“Morning, missus. How are you feeling today? Sore?” I asked as I put my hands on her hips.
“Yeah, I really am. Probably won’t do a whole lot of anything today. When are your parents coming home?”
“They won’t be home until late tonight. Spend the day with me?”
“I thought you’d never ask,” she said as she pressed her sweet lips to mine.
~Three Months Later~
Declan and Loralei shared the same birthday. This was their sixteenth, so Emma and me decided we would throw them a huge bonfire party at the pond at Harper Farms. We invited everyone in the school and I called a guy, who knew a guy who was gonna get us some kegs.
Emma and me got there early to set everything up and to get a little “practice” in. That was what we called sex now. “Practice”. We had been practicing a lot recently and Emma was right, it didn’t hurt near as bad the next time or the next time or the time after that. After our “practice”, I started drinking. By the time the guests of honor got there I was totally wasted.
“This party is going to be insane!” I screamed at Declan and Loralei when they pulled up. Declan had his arm around her and was squeezing her tight. They were so in love. It was kinda sickening.
The party had been going on for hours and the beer was definitely flowing. There’d been a couple of fights and at least one girl threw up out by the pond. Good times.
Tonight was the night for Declan and Loralei. Declan didn’t know anything about it, but girls talk. Emma had told me what Loralei had planned and Declan was gonna love it. His parents were out of town at the big annual cattle sale that weekend and they would have the whole house to themselves. She had told her parents that she would be spending the night with Emma, and of course, she corroborated her story.
I drank so much that night. I couldn’t stop myself. Emma was pissed. She wanted to have a nice night with her boyfriend, but I was too busy getting drunk with the basketball team.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Emma yelled from the other side of the fire. I realized when she did that that my arm was wrapped around Michelle Anderson. When the hell did that happen? I dropped my arm and stepped away. I was officially too damn drunk to be at a party.
“Missus, I’m so sorry.” Emma was running toward her car.
“Don’t call me that. Go back to the slut. I’m sure she’ll “practice” with you.” She jumped into her car. I grabbed the door before she could slam it in my face.