Sliding (The Stone Series) (7 page)

I can no longer resist, I have to
touch her, feel her body against mine so in one smooth move I slide behind her
and lift her arm into the air while holding her other hip. It feels so good
when I touch her that I get hard instantly. I press my body against her so
she’ll feel my growing erection.

“He missed you too!” I say slyly to
her.

I run my finger from her hand, down
her arm and down the side of her body while still holding her other hip. When I
reach her hard thigh it takes all I have in me not to rip her dress over her
head and fuck her right there on the ballroom floor. But instead I change
direction and work my hand up pulling her dress slightly up her leg so I can at
least feel the touch of her soft skin under my hand. I brush the hair off her
neck and I lick her neck slightly then pull on her earlobe with my teeth. I
thank God I’m not still that high school kid or I’d be shooting in my pants
right now. But it has been six months since I’ve had sex with her and I just
might burst right here if I’m not careful.

If I keep this up I’m going to have
no choice but to have her here on this floor so I turn her around to face me. I
do not attempt to kiss her; we just dance and laugh. I want her to remember
that we always have a good time playing together. When the music ends I take
her by the hand and lead her out of the ballroom.

“Time to slide baby” I announce as
I lead her out of the ballroom.

By the time we get back to our suite I am feeling jetlag set in hard. My
eyes feel heavy and I have all I can do to keep them open. Tate notices my
yawns and tells me I should take a nap. He says he has some work that he can
get done while I sleep and then we’ll go to dinner and he says he has another
surprise for me. If I wasn’t so exhausted I would be jumping out of my skin in
anticipation of my next surprise. Instead I go into the bedroom and change out
of my dress letting it fall to the floor in a puddle at my feet. I step over
the dress and out of my heels while unhooking my bra and sliding my panties
off. I slide under the gray satin sheets naked and I’m falling asleep before I
am fully in bed. I think I feel Tate come into the room and turn on his iPod
but then I never feel him slide into bed next to me, maybe I was already asleep
dreaming of him.

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

It’s the start of sophomore year and Tate is at my house watching the
“Like a Virgin” video with me on MTV. Michael has positioned himself as close
to Tate on his left side as I am to his right. Michael is obsessed with Madonna
and this is driving my mother nuts. My mom has made Michael chaperone us in the
family room while she’s in the kitchen pretending to trust me. Michael is
Tate’s second biggest fan, only after me and he tries to act exactly like Tate.
If Tate laughs, he laughs, if Tate says he thinks a song or a video sucks so
does Michael, unless it’s Madonna or George Michael. Katrina is at a friend’s
house or she’d be in here saying the most embarrassing things in front of Tate.
She’s in middle school now and thinks that she’s so cool and knows everything
but when she opens her mouth she sounds like a stupid little kid. Tate and I
hold hands and when Michael isn’t looking, which isn’t very often, we sneak a
quick kiss.

When Chicago’s “You’re the Inspiration” comes on Tate stands up and holds
his hand out to me. I stand and place my hand in his and he pulls me towards
him and we start to dance. Michael leaves the room mumbling, “Gross man” but we
don’t even notice. Tate wraps his left hand into my hair and places his right
hand on my face. I close my eyes and feel his lips meet mine. His lips are so
big and soft. He kisses me slowly and gently at first then he sucks on my
bottom lip, before I know it his tongue is searching for mine. I put my hands
into the back of his silky hair and he pulls me closer as I tug on his hair. When
he kisses me like this time stands still. I feel my heart beat like a
sledgehammer against his and my stomach flies south. When Tate moans I can’t
but help the mewling that escapes me. We make out for the whole song, never
even hearing Katrina come in until she starts yelling, “Ew, gross! Mom, Brook
is making out with Tate in the family room.”

We break apart and Tate quickly sits down on the couch with a pillow in
his lap. I sit next to him and we try to look as innocent as possible when
“Don’t Lose My Number” comes on and my mom walks into the room acting like
she’s looking for something. Katrina would have to come home and ruin
everything just when things were getting good. He has been trying to talk me
into letting him get to third base but I keep putting him off, each time afraid
that he’ll dump me for some girl who will go all the way with him. Lots of the
girls at school have already lost their virginities to the older boys. Tate
isn’t pressuring me but I know he wants more sexually, he makes me promise to
lose my virginity to him when I’m ready.

“Just promise me you’ll save your first time for me.”

“Of course I want my first time to be with you, Taters.”

The Varsity football team makes the state championship and Tate is excited
and scared at the same time. He’s the third string running back but at practice
when Steve, the starting Varsity running back got a concussion they call Tate
up back up the starter in the State game. He called me when he got home from
practice with the good news. He was so excited because he thinks this will seal
his spot on Varsity for next year if he plays well. Danny told him they’ll be
rooming together because he was supposed to room with Steve but now Tate will
take his bed which works out great because guess who Danny’s girlfriend is
rooming with? Me. So now apparently Tate, Danny and Wendy have it all worked
out and Tate and I will stay in one room while Danny and Wendy stay in the
other after the game. He said the night before the game the players have to be
in bed by nine o’clock and they can’t risk getting caught. I hate the thought
of breaking the rules and getting caught but I also can’t resist Tate. The idea
of spending the night sleeping in his arms instead of over the phone is too
much to resist. I want to feel the warmth of his body pressed up against mine
as he pulls my back into his front and spoons around me. I want to feel him
kiss my hair and whisper, “Good Night” into my ear.

After school on Friday we all rush home, get our stuff and meet back at
the high school parking lot to board the bus. They are making us travel on
Friday night so they can be sure all the players are in bed early and then we
won’t have to travel the day of the game. Tate and I sit together on the bus
and have to endure some teasing from the older kids. Sometimes it’s hard being
the only freshmen on the team.

“We Don’t Have to Take our Clothes Off” is playing on the radio and some
of the senior boys take that as an opportunity to tease Tate.

“Hey, listen everybody it’s the little lover’s theme song!” Lots of kids
start laughing and Tate responds with a snide “Fuck off, asshole”.

“OOO, tough guy in front of the little lady? You better hope you’re that
tough on the field tomorrow and that you don’t get your head knocked off out
there.”
 

“Yeah, well do your fucking job out there and block for me instead of acting
like a fucking pussy and I’ll be fine” is Tate’s response that works well
because after that they all start laughing and high fiving him. Boys are so
weird. Meanwhile the girls are now telling the boys to leave me alone or they
won’t be taking their clothes off anytime soon for them.

 
We arrive at the hotel and Tate
has to go right to his room, they have to have their lights out in half an
hour. The cheerleaders are all meeting in the captains’ room; we don’t have a
curfew so we’re having a party.

Wendy and I go to our room to put our stuff away and get our uniforms
ready for the game before we head to Bridget and Lynnie’s room.

“Time to party, honey” is all she says as she leads me out of the room by
my hand and down the hall.

When we get to Bridget and Lynnie’s room they all jump on me, “Party”
they all yell and someone turns on the radio. “Nasty” by Janet Jackson starts
playing as the girls all start to dance.

The night goes by, “Let’s Go All The Way” comes on and Bridget asks me if
Tate and I have done it yet or if the guys on the bus were right. I tell her
that we have not and she persists with that line of questioning asking, “Well,
how far have you guys gone, I mean when I was a sophomore I didn’t let any boys
touch me but that’s just me, most of the other girls at least got to third
base.”

“No, it wasn’t that you didn’t let them touch you. It was because they
didn’t have to touch you, you were on your knees giving them all blow jobs so
they figured why bother?” one of the other girls says while smiling at Bridget.

“Oh, shut the fuck up” is her reply.

“Okay, seriously Brook, let us help you. I wish I had someone to talk to
before I did it, okay maybe not someone whose drunk and high but we’re all
you’ve got” Wendy says.

“Tate and I promised each other never to talk about sex stuff and what we
do with anyone; I don’t want to break my promise.”

Lynnie explains, “Don’t think that Tate won’t be running his mouth off as
soon as you let him have some. He agreed to that promise now because he has
nothing to tell but believe me once he has something to tell he’ll open his
mouth. Even the nicest ones do.”
 

I sigh and tell her that we made out but that’s all.

“Ok, time for sex ed. class” they all say in unison like one of our
cheers. They tell me everything they know and not just the stuff from our
actual sex ed. class, they tell me everything they’ve done and with whom. They
said it always sucks the first time a boy does it because he finishes too fast.
They tell me not to let Tate talk me into anything too soon, they all wish they
waited longer and for someone who really liked them not someone who just wanted
to get into their pants.

Wendy and I head back to our room just after midnight and get into bed
without even washing the makeup off our faces.
 
Wendy tells me that she’s glad I’m on the team
and she hopes we’ll become good friends. She’s kind and fun and I think we will
be friends, maybe not best friends but I like her a lot. When we enter our room
I notice the light blinking on our phone when I go to set the alarm. I smile to
myself knowing there must be a message from Tate waiting for me. I lift the
receiver and follow the directions to get the message and the song “I Miss You”
plays in my ears. Then I hear Tate say, “I’m going to miss sleeping with you on
the phone tonight and I can’t wait to have you in my arms all night tomorrow.
See you at the game in the morning, baby. Later, I gotta slide.”

“Later, I gotta slide?” What the hell is that some new cool sign off he’s
now saying? What, he hangs out for half an hour with Danny and now he’s all
cool? Gotta slide! Please!

In the morning Wendy and I do each other’s hair in cute pigtails, this is
Tate’s favorite hairstyle of mine when I’m cheering, and we wrap blue and red
ribbons in them. I spot Tate with the team the minute I enter the lobby. When I
walk into a room where he is, I feel his presence before I see him. It’s like
this strong electric pull, unexplainable. When I see him my stomach does a flip
flop and I can’t hide the smile that spreads across my face.

 
I don’t know if I should go over
to him or not. I’m worried that he won’t want me to bother him when he’s with
his teammates. All my worries fade when he sees me and waves me over. I
approach him apprehensively but when I get to his side he wraps his arms around
me, pulling me closer to him, and kisses me, covering my mouth with his. Within
seconds his tongue is in my mouth and even though I am mortified by this public
display of affection I kiss him right back. I’m mortified but at the same time
I love that everyone is watching him kiss me. It makes me feel like his, like
he’s claiming me for everyone to see. All the boys hoot and holler and when we break
away Tate says, “For good luck” as he licks his lips then he whispers in my ear
for only me to hear, “I love these pigtails. They drive me wild and I can’t
wait to do more tonight.” More, what does he mean more? How much more? More
than what, more than kissing like we just did?

The game starts out pretty bad. We are losing, the first quarter ends
with a score of twenty nothing and Tate hasn’t played yet. When the third
quarter starts I notice that Tate is finally going in. I am so nervous for him
I don’t think I can watch, I’m shaking like a leaf in the wind. Tate scores two
touchdowns but the kicker misses one of the extra points so we are only down by
five going into the last quarter. We score another two touchdowns but so does
the other team neither making the extra points. There are only seconds left in
the game when Tate gets the ball and runs down the field making a sixty yard
touchdown to win the game as the clock runs out. The crowd goes wild, the
announcers are saying something about his amazing touchdown but I am unable to
listen, I am running on the field with everyone else.

When I get near Tate the team is jumping on him and lifting him up onto
their shoulders, not like they should be, they should have asked us
cheerleaders how to do it the right way first. He spots me and when they put
him down he comes to me and picks me up twirling me around. When my feet
finally touch the ground he pulls me close and kisses me. He is sweaty, dirty
and smelly but I love every second of it.