Gabe
Three months have gone by since Sarah and I had started dating. I was surprised at just how well we did get along. When I wasn’t playing baseball with Ryder or working on enormous amounts of homework for school, Sarah and I were together.
We did the usual couple stuff. We went out to movies. We went out to dinner. We hung out in the park. But there were things that we also hadn’t done. Well, we hadn’t really done anything, to be honest. I was fine with it. I wasn’t one to get up Sarah’s ass about it. I just wanted to let things flow naturally. I didn’t want to push or pressure her. I was scared myself.
I hadn’t really done much with my ex and I was okay with that. But I knew Sarah was “experienced.” I wasn’t gonna lie because it bruised my ego. But those guys were in the past and that’s where they would stay because I was her present and her future.
I know everyone has a past but it sucks when the person you love has been with other people. You know they were all before you, but it still kind of sucks asshole. In the end, I’m okay with it though because if that hadn’t have happened, then Sarah and I wouldn’t be together. And I wouldn’t change that for anything.
Ryder and I have become good friends. We hang out all of the time. He’s so different from me—very outspoken and loud. I think that’s what drew my attention to him.
Dad has tried to get in contact a few times, but I ignore him. He walked out on Mom and me. He left us. And no apology, begging, or pleading, crying or screaming could ever make that walk out the door okay in my book. I honestly don’t think anything could ever make it okay.
There are things that people can forgive. Other things? They’re unforgivable, and even though he was my dad, I’ve been okay without him in my life. Of course there will always be a part of me that thinks about him and wonders, but that’s what being human is. We have emotions and feelings. We have heart… well some do. Others? I’m not so sure.
I think they’re just too goddamn selfish to think about anyone else besides themselves for a split second. And just like that split second they could lose everything and never even realize it until years later when it’s too little, too late.
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Sarah and I are spending our Friday night just like every other Friday night. I go to baseball practice. Sarah goes to work and then after we meet up at either my house or hers. Tonight we’re at my house and I’m thankful my mom’s not here because I just want some alone time with me and Sarah.
We’re cuddling on the couch. My arms are wrapped around her and our legs are twined in one another’s. The noise from the television is on in the background but I’m not paying attention. I don’t think Sarah is, either.
I’m too caught up in the way her perfume smells. The way her chest rises and falls. The cute little sighing noises she makes because she’s comfortable with me. How her body feels in my arms and up against me. I think if I could live in this moment forever, I would. There’s something about cuddling with someone. Well, let me rephrase that, with someone you love. Someone you care about. You feel like their protector and you think about them constantly. They never leave your mind.
Something as simple as butter has new meaning. Because butter, something you put on toast or in pasta is now a memory of making popcorn and your beautiful girlfriend just putting the stick of butter in the microwave. No container. Didn’t even take off the plastic, because she was too caught up in the giggles and teasing we were sharing.
I knew I loved Sarah—there was no doubt about it. I just didn’t know how to tell her, or if right now was the best time, so I stayed quiet.
Rolling over in my arms, Sarah looked up at me and smiled.
“Good morning,” I whispered before kissing her on the tip of her nose. Leaning back, I smiled. Her mascara was smudged and her eyes were droopy. I knew she had fallen asleep.
“Hi,” she said through a yawn. Sarah rubbed her eyes As she started to lean into me I smiled.
She kissed me on the lips. It was light and airy. Plain and simple. But then? Then her hand gripped my shoulder and she crushed her mouth to mine.
The second Sarah moaned into my mouth, I tightly wrapped my arms around her. One under her head, the other on her waist. I leaned into her body and she moved back, falling onto the couch.
My cock started to twitch. I knew she could feel my hardness rubbing up against her. I thought she would stop us but she moaned louder. Moving my body fully on top of hers, I started to grind my hips into her.
Sarah’s fingers trailed from my shoulders all the way down to my ass, where she gripped it in her small hands and squeezed.
I continued to move my hips up and down, pushing into her center.