As we left the restaurant, I estimated how long I would have to run in order to burn off the calories from the cheesecake. Tom was talking about a lacrosse match or something like that but I tuned him out and retreated inside myself. I mentally planned a couple of workout routines because I needed to get back on track and then I started thinking about Charlie. Charlie was out there somewhere feeling miserable and I was happier than I had been in a long time. It didn't seem fair.
Tom's finger rubbed my cheek and I turned to him and smiled. "Are you okay?" he asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I was just thinking about Charlie."
"This is going to sound horrible." He paused. "I think you need to block him out for tonight. What happened to him sucks. But it happened to him. You shouldn't work yourself in to a funk because of it. Not when things are going so well."
"Things are going well?" I asked.
"Don't you think so?"
His finger went down across my lips. When he was done I said, "Maybe."
"What do I have to do to get a yes out of you?"
His voice excited my heart but his words excited my body. "I can think of a few things."
"Now we're talking! What kind of things?"
I giggled. "This conversation suddenly feels very wrong. I feel like I should be charging per minute and promising a happy ending. I'm not good at sex talk."
"You pervert. Who said anything about sex?" Tom teased. I hit him on his arm.
There was something building between us and I felt it. I wondered if he could feel it too. "Maybe we should call it a night," I said.
"Are you feeling okay?"
"Yes."
"Well then you still have to go back to my place and make out with me. We already agreed on it."
"Okay."
I agreed and my stomach started shaking. I had been to his house countless times before but I knew this time was going to be different. It was written all over the way he was looking at me and the way my heart was suddenly going crazy from nervous energy as we got closer to his house. I knew we had agreed to the no sex part but I didn't think we would be able to do that. Things between us seemed to be headed in one direction and as much as I loved Tom, I didn't think he was strong enough to stop us again My thoughts about sex with Tom distracted me from the calorie counting and from feeling bad for Charlie and made me start fidgeting because I couldn't calm down.
"What are you nervous about?" Tom asked.
"I'm not nervous."
"Yes you are."
He pulled in to his driveway and I felt my stomach drop. "I'm just thinking about things."
"Let's go inside and I'll help you clear your mind."
Tom grabbed my hand and led me through his house and to his bedroom. I wanted to ask him if he could sense that we were about to take things too far and if he was sure that was what he wanted, but he kissed me and all I could think about was taking things further.
He closed his door and locked it then he returned to kissing me and we walked back to his bed. He fell on top of me and our kiss broke for a brief moment but he had his lips on mine in less than a second. He was kissing me with an intensity that scared me yet turned me on at the same time. Things started happening quickly after that. It was almost like I blinked and we were both naked.
His lips lit tiny fires down my chest. I sucked in a mouth full of air when his tongue darted out and played with my left nipple. He kissed his way back up my chest and up my neck and then he kissed me and whispered, "Does it feel good?"
"Yes," I moaned. "Too good."
He rubbed his naked body against mine. "We should stop."
"Why?" I asked.
The air stood still. I think it was the gravity of what I was implying that weighed everything down and prevented it from moving for a moment. Tom looked in to my eyes. "What are you saying?"
"I don't want to stop."
I kissed him and he gave in and kissed me back, but I guess his senses caught up with him because he broke the kiss and said, "We really should stop. We're not ready."
"You feel ready."
He laughed. "So do you, but that doesn't mean we are."
I kissed him again. "I'm ready." I wasn't sure if I was but I knew I sure felt like I was. I felt like giving myself to him was the reason I came back with him to his room. I had sensed it in the car and it consumed me the second he touched my cheek. I knew where we were headed or at least where I wanted us to be headed and I was content to let nature take its course and connect us in a way that couldn't be undone.
Tom's eyes locked with mine and he gave me an Eskimo kiss then he whispered, "Are you sure?"
"Yes." I didn't want to keep thinking about being with him. I wanted to be with him. I wanted to know what it felt like to have him inside me and I didn't want to wait. I pulled him in to another kiss.
We spent the next few minutes kissing passionately and rubbing our bodies together. Tom started kissing my neck. I put my arms around him and pulled him closer. He moaned near my ear then tried to push up with his arms, but I wrapped my legs around him and came up with him.
He giggled. "You can let me go. I'm just grabbing the lube."
Letting him go wasn't an option because I didn't want him to think about what we were about to do. I wanted him to go with what he felt. "I'm not letting go. Take me to your lube."
He laughed harder. His body shook, causing mine to shake with him. He stood up slowly and I held on tight. He took two steps to the right and knelt down. My butt was on the bed, but I still had all of weight on him. He reached in his bottom drawer and pulled out a tube of lube. That was when everything became real. It was also when I started thinking about my personal hygiene. Tom saw the change on my face.
"What's wrong?"
"Um, I don't know what I'm supposed to do about um, um, do I need to clean out or something?"
"Oh! That! Okay." He bit his lower lip for a second then said, "I did it both ways with BJ. It doesn't matter to me."
"But I don't want to disgust you."
Tom laughed. "You could never disgust me, but if you're worried about it, we can go the bathroom and take care of it."
"How?"
He kissed my nose. "You are so cute." He sat the lube on his bed and walked me to his bathroom and when we got there, he said, "This will be a lot easier if you let me put you down."
"Okay." I planted my feet on the floor and gave him a quick kiss.
"I'll be back. I have to go to my parents' bathroom."
While he was gone, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I forced myself to look at my naked body. I had random marks all over my body, but the marks on my inner thighs became my focus. I traced them as I watched myself in the mirror. I started hearing a voice telling me I wasn't good enough and I'd never be good enough. Then there was another voice telling me that I wasn't ready to have sex with Tom and I was pushing myself too fast. I put my hands on the sink and I stared in to the mirror, challenging my demons to try and stop me. My voice in my head was yelling at the other voices to shut up and leave me alone and then a miracle happened. The negative voices went silent and were replaced by voices that wanted me to be with Tom as badly as my body wanted to be with Tom. I was smiling in the mirror as I pictured Tom on top of me and inside of me.
Tom returned and put his arms around me. His dick pressed against my naked ass and I told myself if it felt that good on the outside, I was going to love it on the inside. Our eyes locked in the mirror and Tom asked, "Why are you smiling like that?"
"Because lately I've been winning battles."
"Hey, you didn't have to battle me too hard to get me to agree to this."
"Not with you, with myself. I'm winning battles in my mind. I never used to win."
He kissed my neck and let his hands slide down the front of my body. "Well I'm glad you're winning because I love you." He started stroking me with his left hand. "I love all of you."
I moved his hand. "What do I need to do?"
"I sat the stuff over there." He pointed to some items he had placed on the floor. "Have you ever heard of an enema."
"Please tell me that's not what I have to do. How am I supposed to keep you in the mood if you know what I'm in here doing?"
"Just thinking about being with you is enough to keep me in the mood." He kissed my neck. "You may want to use water instead of that crap that comes with it. I read somewhere that water won't irritate you as much." He ran his hand down my arm. "Anyway, I know how you are about things like this so I'll go to my room and wait. Don't take too long though, it's getting late."
Tom left and I locked the bathroom door and went to work. I quickly read the instructions and then I did what I had to do to make myself clean for Tom. After I was done with the actual process, I took a quick shower so I would smell fresh and to make sure all traces of grossness were washed away from my ass. The only part of me I didn't wash was my hair. I was a man on a mission and that mission was to leave Tom's house as a former virgin.
Tom was laying on his bed with one hand holding my t-shirt to his nose and the other slowly stroking his dick. His eyes were closed. I said, "I'm ready."
He sat up quickly and tossed my shirt across the room. "I, uh, I was just um, I was"
"Keeping yourself up?" I asked with a huge grin on my face.
Tom blushed like I had never seen him blush before. "I um, so you're ready?"
I walked over to him as sexily as I could and straddled him. "Yes, I said I'm ready."
"Are we really going to do this?"
I told him, "After what I just went through in the bathroom, we sure as hell better do this."
His hands started inching up my back and then one of his hands grabbed a handful of my hair and pushed me towards him so we could kiss. He broke the kiss. "I don't want to hurt you, so there's still more we need to do before you're really ready." Tom started laying back on the bed. Once he was down, he said, "I'm going to need you to face my feet please." He winked at me and I turned around.
He put his arms around my thighs and pulled my body back and then I felt his tongue trace its way up my crack. I shivered a little from the new sensation and then I told myself that I better do something to distract myself. I started playing with his balls and he pressed his lips against my ass and smiled. Feeling his lips expand against my skin was a weird feeling. I put my right hand around his shaft and started stroking him. He moaned and then he kissed his way from my cheek to my crack and then he moved his hands from my thighs and placed each hand on a cheek. Then he spread my butt a little and blew air. The air kind of tickled. He upped the ante by pressing his tongue against my hole and pushing his way in. It was a strange feeling but it was good.
I finally put my lips around his head and I gave him a blowjob while he worked on my ass. And work he did. He licked me and tongue fucked me to the point of mental distraction. I was sucking him on autopilot because I was experiencing a sensory overload and I found myself unable to process every action.
"Sam!" Tom yelled.
That brought me back. I pulled my head up. "Huh?"
"Pass me the lube." I glanced around the bed and spotted the lube near his left foot. I grabbed it and gave it to him. "Thanks."
I went back to what I was doing and soon I felt a finger sliding inside me. It was a persistent finger too because he kept pushing and feeling around until it hit something that sent a tingle through my soul, then the finger retreated. I was about to come up and ask him why he stopped, when I felt the finger slide back inside me. He took his time and worked in two more fingers and then he developed this rhythm where his finger kept touching that place inside me and I had to stop him.
"I think I'm really ready now," I said. "Please."
He took his fingers out. "Okay. How do you want to do this?"
"I don't care how we end up, but we have to start with you on top of me."
"So you've thought about this?" he asked.
I crawled off of him and lied on my back then I lifted by legs and spread them obscenely. "Yes, I've thought about it."
He sat up and moved between my legs. He took my legs and put them on his shoulders then he started putting on more lube and lining up. "Are you sure about this?" he asked.
"Yes."
He slowly pushed inside me. There was a combination of hurt and burning but I enjoyed it and I secretly hoped it would last the whole time. He looked in to my eyes and I wondered what he was thinking. "I love you," he said.
"You say that a lot," I told him.
He was all the way inside me. He stopped. "Not nearly as often as I think it." He stayed locked like that for a moment then he asked, "Are you ready?"
"Yes."
He started pushing in and out of me and I reached down and started stroking myself. The pain and the burning soon faded. We were really getting in to it when there was a knock on his door. Tom and I froze. We heard his mother's voice, "Tom."
"Yes Mom."
"I don't mean to embarrass you honey, but your father and I are both home, so you may want to turn down that movie that you're watching."
"Yes Mom." I was expecting Tom to call it quits for the night. He looked at me. "Do you want to take this to the floor?"
"Your parents are here."
"I'm really close, how about you?"
"Yeah, I'm close."
"So let's finish, but let's try to be a little quieter."
We moved to the floor and got in the same position and soon we were back to that happy place that we had been in before his mother had interrupted us. His carpet was rubbing against my back and it was getting hotter but that just made the sex better. There was so much pleasure with just a hint of pain to remind me that I wasn't dreaming.
"Do you want me to cum inside you?" he asked.
"Yes."
Soon after that, I felt him erupt inside me. The idea that I had brought him that much pleasure made me double my efforts on myself and about three seconds later, I was cumming too. The first shot landed on my chest and the second landed on my stomach.
Tom pulled out of me and leaned down and started licking my cum off of me. When he was done, he smiled and collapsed next to me. He turned his head and we laid there looking at each other. "How was it?" I asked.
"The best," he said. "How was it for you?"
"It was pretty good until your mother knocked on the door."
"Yeah, sorry about that."
"It's not your fault." I paused. "Should we have used a condom?"
"We can use one next time."
"We don't have to. I liked it the way it was," I told him. "Besides, I know where you've been."
"We better get dressed so I can get you home."
He sat up and started reaching for his clothes. I watched him dress but I didn't move. I stayed on the floor thinking about what we had just shared and hoping I wouldn't have to wait too long to share it with him again. He glanced at me. "I am not a piece of meat," he said as he pulled up his jeans. He smiled then knelt down next to me and kissed me. There were a lot of distinct tastes going on in his mouth but I didn't mind. His hand stretched out on my chest and started descending. "I don't know why my parents are home early," he patted my stomach, "but they are, so no more fun for us." He stood and started gathering my clothes then he dropped them in a pile next to me. "You have five seconds to start putting on clothes or else I'm going to dress you myself."
"Is that a promise?" I asked.
He shook his head then got down on the floor and started dressing me. His hands caressed my skin as he put on my underwear and my pants. When I sat up, I realized my ass hurt like hell. It felt like my hole was closed tight in order to keep intruders out and there was an inkling of pain. I grimaced. "What's wrong?" Tom asked.
"Nothing," I said with a forced smile.
He pushed my hair behind my ears. "That face you just made didn't look like nothing."
His worried face had returned. "Tom, I'm fine."
I stood and grabbed my shirt out of his hands. I turned my back to him. I felt his hand on my back and it hurt so I pulled away. "Your back is all red. Why didn't you tell me I was hurting you?"
I lied, "I didn't feel it until I sat up."
"I'm so sorry," he said, "I wasn't thinking. I should have put something underneath you."
"It's okay. I'm going to be fine." I pulled my shirt down.
"We have to put something on it. It could get infected."
"I'll have Charlie do it." I sighed, "Now what are we going to tell your parents?"
"We'll apologize for having the movie so loud."
"Your mother will take one look at us and she'll know."
"No she won't."
He grabbed my hand and led me through his house. His mother and father were sitting on the sofa watching television. His mother spotted us and her entire face changed. "Thomas Yeager get your ass in here right now!" His father seemed just as surprised as we were.
Tom walked in the room, still holding my hand, but he kept me safely behind him. "Yes Mom."
"What is Sam doing here?"
"I invited him over."
"Why? Did you think the two of you could watch a porno and do God knows what because your parents were gone?"
"Mom I"
"I'm not finished. I want to know what the two of you did in your room."
"Mom!" Tom turned to his father, "Dad, come on, this is embarrassing."
"Why are you turning to him? I'm the one who's talking to you. Did you and Sam have sex?"
"What if we did? Why are you making it in to this big deal? You didn't embarrass me like this when you caught me with BJ!"
"BJ didn't have the history that Sam has. Couldn't you control your hormones enough to think about what was best for Sam? He has enough shit to deal with without you pressuring him to have sex! How could you do that to him?"
"Mom it's not like that! You should know I'd never do anything to hurt Sam! Why do you always think the worst of me? Sam wanted this as much as I did! I didn't push him." He grabbed my arm and pulled me forward. "Tell her Sam."
Standing there in front of his mother and father was incredibly uncomfortable. I hated being there. "I'm fine," I said then I quickly stepped back behind Tom.
Mr. Yeager put his hand on his wife's thigh and said, "Honey, I think you should have this discussion with Tom when he gets back. I'm sure Sam's parents are expecting him to be home soon."
She glared at her husband then turned to us. She pointed her finger at Tom, "You drive him straight home."
"Yes Mom."
I couldn't get out of his house fast enough. I beat Tom to his car. He tried to hug me before he opened my door but I pushed him away. His mother thought I was so pathetic that I couldn't handle having sex and that thought was tormenting me. The negative voices were screaming mean things, making me feel like I was screwed up and I'd never be completely fixed. I sat in the car and put on my seatbelt. Tom got in and drove.
The ride away from his house felt like it was years apart from the ride to his house a couple of hours before. Tom tried to get me to talk to him but I ignored him and stared out the window. I didn't want him to hear the sadness in my voice.
He parked in front of my house and I was about to open the door and get out, but he grabbed my arm. "She's wrong," he said. "She thinks you can't handle it, but she doesn't know you like I do. I see you getting stronger every day. You're going to be fine. What happened between us may have been earlier than either of us expected but I don't regret it and I don't want you to either. You don't regret it, do you?"
"Of course not. I wanted it."
"Then what's bothering you?"
"I can't help but wonder if I'm always going to be damaged goods."
"What have I told you about talking like that? You're not damaged. You're a work in progress but you're a teenager so that's what you're supposed to be."
"I'll see you tomorrow," I said.
"Okay, but um, I'm fairly certain my mother is going to ground me so I may not be able to see you for that long. Lunch may be the only real time we have with each other tomorrow."
My car door opened and Charlie said, "Sam you need to get out of the car. Tom's mother just called and she said to send him home."
Tom sighed loudly. He reached for my neck and pulled me in to a quick kiss then he undid my seat buckle for me. "See you tomorrow." I got out of the car. "And don't forget to have Charlie put something on your back."
I walked in the house with Charlie. Charlie didn't ask where we had been or what we had been doing. He simply walked to his room and shut the door. I knocked on his door and peeked in. "Did Tom's mother say anything else?"
"I don't know. Kristy talked to her. I just delivered the message."
"So how are you feeling?"
"Not good. I'd kind of like to be alone."
"Okay." The negative voices started making comments about Charlie not wanting to hang out with me, but I knew the comments were wrong. I just didn't know how to make them stop. "I need a favor."
"Sure. What?"
"I kind of need you to rub some anti-biotic on my back."
He got off his bed and said, "Lay down and I'll be back." I took off my shirt and lied on his bed. He returned with a can of Bactine, "This will have to do for now." He sat on the bed. "Rug burn I see. No need to ask what you were up to tonight." He sprayed my back and it stung a little at first but it felt good at the same time. I thanked him and got up with my shirt in my hand. I didn't want to intrude if he needed space.
I closed his door and went to my room. I felt different when I entered the room. I wasn't a virgin anymore. I was Tom's in every way. That quick thought echoed in my head and quelled the negative voices. I laid on my bed with yet another mini victory under my belt and some amazing images and sensations swirling around in my memories.
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