Sliding (The Stone Series) (10 page)

The masseuses finally finish up and
leave the hut in the nick of time. My dick is killing me. I pick Brook up off
her table and carry her over to the bed where I kiss her for the first time in
six months. Her lips feel like home to me.
 
I want to fuck her hard and fast right now but I know she needs me to be
gentle and sweet so that’s what she’s going to get. I am playful and funny with
her, teasing her. I can’t help myself and I push my finger inside her over and
over again. I love how tight and warm she feels and when I bend up the tip of
my finger and gently rub it on her G spot I want nothing more than to feel her
come on my finger. But I want to drive her to the strongest orgasm of her life
so instead I pull my finger out of her and run it down her pussy. I get on my
knees between her legs and spread her flexible legs wide open. I open her sweet
pussy with my fingers while I work over her tight little clit. Brook orgasms
hard as I push my cock into her in one sweet thrust.

Way too soon she pulls my hair
knowing full well that will guarantee my orgasm. I come long, hard and deep
inside her hot throbbing pussy then I collapse on top of her out of sheer
exhaustion and fall asleep with her in my arms where she belongs.

************

The Monday after States we have a pep rally at school and all the boys
are given jackets with their numbers and last names on them. Only some of the
boys are called up onto the stage one at a time by name to get their jacket and
Tate is called last. My cheer team is on the stage so we can cheer for the boys
before our big group routine. The head football coach says some nice things
about Tate, he says how proud he is of him and how he can’t wait to see all the
great things he’s going to do over the next few seasons. I get to do a stunt
for Tate and he kisses me on his way off the stage.

The music starts, “Walk This Way” and my squad and I get on stage, do our
routine then I run off the stage waiting to see Tate. When I spot him, Tate is
standing in the lobby looking for me. Tate has on his new jacket but when he
sees me he starts taking it off as he walks over to where I am standing frozen
in place. He puts his jacket on me while wearing a proud smile on his face.

“I want you to wear this so everyone will know you’re mine” he says
before he pulls me by the lapels of his jacket into his arms and kisses me in
front of everyone.

Tate and I quickly become the couple all singletons are jealous of and
all couples want to emulate.

Basketball season kicks in and Tate is thrilled because it’s his favorite
sport. His dad played his whole life and Tate has been dribbling a basketball
since he was able to walk. But he also feels a ton of pressure on him to be
perfect because his dad was so good when he played. Tate makes varsity and they
tell him he’ll be the starting point guard so the pressure is very high.

We go undefeated during the season and we find ourselves in the State
championship game again but this time for basketball. We don’t need to travel
for the State game as this year it’s being held on the college campus in our
neighboring town. So instead of having a party after the game at the hotel we
have a party planned in the park across from the high school. Some of the
seniors who have older siblings have beer and other alcohol hidden and ready to
go, now all we have to do is win and win we do. We kill the team, Tate is so
pumped up he’s like a maniac. Bobby told me that he saw Tate puking his guts
out in the locker room before the game but now he seems fine. Bobby doesn’t
play on the basketball team but he has come to every game to support his best
friend.

We all lie to our parents about our whereabouts and manage to get away
with the lie. We are dressed in extra warm clothes and luckily it’s a pretty
warm night for March. I have on Tate’s jacket with leggings and a long shirt.
Tate is dressed in his black leather jacket, t-shirt and jeans. You would think
one of our parents would have questioned why we were dressed the way we were if
we were hanging at someone’s house like we lied about doing but they don’t seem
to take notice.

Tate was so stressed about today’s game that he needs to let off some
steam and he starts drinking beer the minute he gets to the party. By the time
I arrive he is already on his second beer and being that this is the first time
he’s really drank any he’s already getting drunk. I ask him to slow down but
he’s not listening to me. Tate keeps drinking and when some of the kids start
passing around some pot they scored from their older siblings Tate takes a few
hits. I don’t want to try it and it scares me that Tate has. After about two
hours of drinking and smoking pot Tate starts being a real jerk to me. He
starts accusing me of looking at one of the other boys, dressing like a slut,
cheating on him. This goes on for about another hour before he takes me by the
hand and pulls me away from the crowd. For the first time I am actually afraid
to be alone with him. He is not acting like himself at all and he’s really mad
and taking it all out on me even though I have done nothing wrong. When we get
deeper into the woods he bends over and starts puking at my feet. I rub his
back and tell him everything is going to be alright.

“You’re too good for me Brook, you deserve so much better than me” he
slurs between bouts of puking. I am not liking where this is going, I’m afraid
he’s going to break up with me.

“You should dump me Brook; all the seniors want you, why would you want
to be with a loser freshman? They’re all so much bigger than me, have more
experience with girls, can drink more than me. I know you’re going to leave me
at some point; I just wish you’d do it now and get it the fuck over with.”

When he stands up and looks at me he has tears in his eyes and I feel a
physical pain for him. I don’t want him to have these feelings and I have no
idea where they’re coming from. Tate has always been seen as the guy to be
among the guys our age. Every girl has always wanted to be with him and to this
day would walk over me to get to him. He’s better than good looking and is
developing a body to die for. He’s smart and funny, he’s the whole package. No
one would ever guess that he gets down on himself or struggles with his own
self-esteem.

“Tate, stop it right now. I love you. I am head over heels in love with
you. I have never and will never feel this way about anyone else. You are my
soul mate, the love of my life. You are my first kiss and I want you to be my
first everything. I never want to be with anyone else but you” I say through
sobs.

Tate grabs on to me and holds me for dear life apologizing over and over
again, sobbing “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He’s not a fun drunk.

The puking must have been good for him because he seems to be sobering
up. When I ask what he’s so sorry about he tells me for not being good enough
for me.

“Come on, let’s go back with the group” Tate suggests and we head through
the woods together. I’m a little disappointed because I thought maybe he’d put
a move or two on me. We have not had a chance to be alone for any amount of
time in so long that I ache for his touch, the warmth of his body against mine
again.

When we get back to the group everyone is sitting around a fire someone
made and we join them and sit side by side on a log, Tate drapes his arm around
my shoulder. Asia comes up to me and asks where I’ve been. Before I can answer
her she tells me she needs to talk to me right now as she grabs me by both my
hands and pulls me to my feet. Tate rolls his eyes at me but lets his grip go.

“Yo, Asia where’s your boyfriend?” Tate inquires.

“I don’t know, Tate. I need to talk to Brook right now, go find him
yourself” Asia spits back at him with an uncalled for attitude.

“Oh, chill out and keep your pants on.”

“Yeah, maybe you and Bobby should take that advice” retorts Asia without
missing a beat.

“Fuck off Asia” is the last thing I hear from Tate before Asia pulls me
away.

Asia and Bobby went all the way tonight in the woods while I was with
Tate who was puking in the woods. Asia’s freaking out that he’s going to break
up with her now and that she’s had sex with him. For some reason she seems to
think that Tate and I were doing the same thing but I tell her that Tate was
puking and I was helping him, that nothing at all happened, not even a kiss. I
ask for details and she tells me it hurt a little and was over in five seconds,
she’s not even sure they really did it completely. She doesn’t want anyone else
to know but she’s afraid Bobby’s going to tell all the guys to look cool.

“Brook, please don’t tell anyone about this, not Wendy or any of the
girls from cheer, okay? Promise me” Asia begs.

I promise and then ask her what she meant when she told Tate that he and
Bobby should keep their pants on. She just kind of brushes over it saying she
thought we had done the same thing in the woods and that they should just keep
their pants on and leave us alone with the whole having sex thing. When we get
back to the fire we see Tate and Bobby talking and Tate is clapping him on the
back and its clear Bobby has told him all about his time in the woods with Asia
only I assume he told Tate it took much longer than Asia said. We go and sit
near them and Asia seems much better now that Bobby has his arm around her and
is kissing her neck and whispering in her ear.

Tate whispers, “We need to talk” into my hair and stands up holding out
his hand. I take it and follow him back into the secluded woods.

“Asia gave it up tonight you know? Did she tell you when she pulled you away
from me?” Tate asks.

“Yes, she did tell me and the way she described it, it wasn’t very
romantic. She now thinks he’s going to break up with her and tell everyone. Is
he?” I ask Tate.

“I don’t know. Enough talking about them, come to me. I sprayed my mouth
and chewed gum so the puke taste is gone; I’m safe to kiss now” Tate says while
he pulls me into his chest.

He tilts my chin up to look at him and sees the worry in my eyes. “What’s
wrong, baby?” he asks and I feel like the old Tate is back. He was so different
earlier when he was drunk and stoned. I tell him I don’t like him like that and
I ask him not to do it again. He promises not to but I don’t believe him.

Tate can be very romantic; he should have a talk with Bobby about how to
woo a girl. He starts kissing me softly on the lips then he trails his kisses
down my neck. I know he’s going to try to do more than just kiss me tonight in
these woods but I can’t have my first time, our first time happen in the woods
with all our friends ten feet away and I tell him that. I tell him I’m not
ready yet and he says he understands.

“I told you a long time ago Brooklynn that I will not push you to do
anything you’re not ready to do. I agree when we do decide we’re both ready it
should happen some place special. I wasn’t going to try to go all the way with
you tonight but I was going to see if we can maybe do what we’ve been doing or
even try something else. You interested?” he asks me with a sly look on his
face. “Yes” is all I say and Tate is already smiling and undoing his jeans.

We lay on the ground next to each other Tate with his jeans unzipped and
me not knowing what to expect. The unknown is kind of arousing and dangerous
and I find that I like it. I must look nervous though because Tate asks, “Do
you want me to tell you what I’m planning or just go for it?”

This is a hard one, which way would be better? If I know what he’s going
to do I can prepare myself for it but I might stop him before he starts. If I
don’t know what he’s going to do I might not be able to stop him until it’s too
late.

 
“I think I want both so how about
you just kind of tell me what’s coming as it happens.”

“Oh, I can already tell you what’s going to be coming, baby!” Tate says
with laughter in his voice. I love when he’s playful like this; it makes me
feel like it’ll be okay whatever it is he has planned for us.

“I’m going to kiss you until you squirm and want more.”

Tate starts to kiss me deeply and intensely and I already want more but I
try to hold still because I don’t want the kiss to end and also because I’m not
sure what will happen next. Tate did a good job disinfecting his mouth because
he tastes minty fresh, nothing like puke.

He pushes his tongue into my mouth and moans my name, “Mmm…Brooklynn”. I
arch my back as I groan under him and he smirks at me and whispers, “That was
kind of squirmy, you know.”

Tate slides his jacket off my arms and spreads it out under me and he
does just what he said he was going to do. He makes me moan and I arch up to
meet his touch, encouraging him to continue.

“Oh, no you squirmed again. Now what should I do, Brook? Hmmm, baby?

Tate takes me further than I thought I would be comfortable with but with
Tate I am finding out that I am comfortable with anything.

Basketball is my favorite sport and
I’m glad the season is finally here even though my dad puts a ton of pressure
on me to be as good of a player as he was. He expects me to be able to handle
the ball and never get it stolen. He thinks I should be driving in against all
these guys who are much bigger than I am and scoring. When I don’t play as
aggressively as he thinks I should or if I have a bad game he makes comments
about me being a pussy and not wanting it bad enough.