Rhett

Chapter Nine


"When we were young, we never wondered who we were. When we were young, we never cared about no one. When we were young, we thought the world was at our feet. When we were young, we thought we were destined to be it. Now we are old, we know not what we do. Now we are old, we think about only you."

I lay in bed singing the song that Clementine and I had written when we were 16 years old. It made me smile and frown both at the same time. I missed my easy friendship with Clementine. I missed the way we used to finish each other's sentences and just assume that the other person would be available to hang out and talk. I missed how comfortable we used to be with each other. I missed writing songs with her. When I was about eleven years old, there was a game that Clementine and I used to play called sing that song. We would create lyrics to a song and try and come up with a melody to the song and sing it together as if we were in a band. It wasn't anything serious and we didn't create songs that were super profound or lyrical, but it was something that bonded us together. It was something we both had in common. It was something we both loved to do. "When we were young, we never wondered who we were." I sang the lyrics again and smiled to myself. How true those words hard turned out to be.

I grabbed my phone and sent her a text message: when we were young, we never cared about no one. I typed fast and pressed send. I lay there staring at the phone, wondering if she would bother to text me back. I wouldn't have been surprised if she had ignored me. I knew she was angry at me and what was going on with her and Elliott. I knew she was mad that things had changed between us. I knew she felt confused. I didn't blame her. I felt confused as well. I didn't understand why I was acting the way that I did. I didn't want her like that. I didn't want to date her. Yet, I didn't want her to be with Elliott. It annoyed me to think about her with him. Some might even say I was jealous, but I didn't do jealousy. I was just concerned about her. I didn't want her to lose herself in a relationship that wasn’t right for her and I knew that Elliott was not the guy for her. He was boring and he could never make her laugh like I did. I also knew that he was a jerk. After what he’d said last night about titty f*cking her, I knew he was no better than me or Tomas. He only pretended to be a nice guy.


I also knew that he didn't really like me. I knew that he didn't think I was a great friend. Just like Penelope. Though, I didn’t want to think about her. I was hoping that she would forget what had happened last night. I felt embarrassed and ashamed for both of us. I still didn’t really like her as I knew she had tried to ruin my relationship with Clementine. I was fed up of people coming into Clemmie’s life and trying to break us apart.

Beep beep. My phone went off as I received a text. "When we were young we thought the world was at our feet. Now we are old, we know that nothing's meant to be." I read Clementine’s text and frowned before calling her.

"Hello?" She sighed as she answered the phone.

"Why did you change the lyrics?"

"Things change all the time." Her voice sounded sad. "I thought the lyrics needed to be updated."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I sat up in my bed and frowned. "What are you doing? You sound sad."

"I'm fine." She sighed again.

"Clementine O'Hara, what's wrong?" I growled.

"Nothing is wrong."

"Clemmie." I purred her name and waited for her to answer me. "I know your moods, what's wrong?"

"Nothing is wrong." She paused. "Elliott and I broke up."

"What do you mean you broke up?" My voice was annoyed, though my heart was jumping. "I thought he wasn't your boyfriend."

"He wasn't." She snapped. "However, we were seeing each other and he doesn't want to see me anymore."

"Why not?" I asked softly, not wanting her to hear how elated I felt.

"No special reason." She mumbled.

"Can I come over?" I asked softly. "We should talk in person."

"Do you want to see Linda?" She answered smartly and I groaned.

“Not really, but I can risk it.”

“Let’s just chat on the phone.” She sighed.

"Can we talk in person?" I jumped out of bed and grabbed a sweater and pulled it on. “Please.”

"I'm in bed."

"So was I."

"You can't come over and I'm not driving to your place."

"I'll come and pick you up."

"Why?" She sounded annoyed.

"Don't be mad at me, Clem. We need to talk in person."

"You're like a girl, Rhett. We have nothing to talk about." The phone went silent after she spoke and I stood there rigidly. She had hung up on me. I knew that I was pushing it and if it was anyone other than Clementine I wouldn't even care. But she was my best friend. She was the only constant in my life. I cared about her more than anyone in my life. I wasn't sure what my life would be like if it wasn't for her. As corny as it sounded, she made me a better person. I knew that I still had a heart because of her. If she wasn't in my love I'd be completely cynical.

I called her again and as soon as I heard her answer the phone, I started singing. "When you feel like crying, just think of me." I sang softly. "When you feel like lying, just dream of me. When the whole world feels like it's crashing, remember me. Call me when you need me. Need me when you can't be, alone." I could hear her breathing softly into the phone as I sang the friendship song she had created for me for my 17th birthday. I'd pretended to be embarrassed as she'd sung it to me. She'd been so earnest and adorable and I'd been so macho and untouchable. I had rolled my eyes and pretended that I thought it was sappy and totally girly, but it had meant the world to me. I'd thought of the song many times, even in my darkest hours, and it always comforted me.

"You can't sing." She said softly and I smiled. She was coming around.

"I'm going to come and pick you up and we'll come back here."

"We're too old for sleepovers, Rhett."

"We're never too old, Wendy." I joked and she laughed gently. “And anyway, its day time, so it’s not a sleepover.”

"You're always going to be my Peter Pan, aren't you?" Her voice was soft and slightly jaded.

"As long as you'll have me." I whispered back, my heart feeling empty. Clementine had always compared me to a lost boy and I understood why. It was because I'd felt abandoned by my parents and I knew the emotional part of me had never really grown up. I'd never gotten over my childhood traumas. Even with Clementine’s family in my life. Even with everything else that I had, I'd never understood why my parents hadn't cared.

"I'm always here for you, Rhett." She sighed. "That's the problem."

"What does that mean?" I paused, my heart stilling. Her voice sounded resigned and a part of me felt like everything was changing around me and I had no control to stop it.

"Nothing," she sighed. "Just come and pick me up."

"I..." I started and paused. I wanted to tell her that she meant the world to me. I wanted to tell her that I didn't want anything to change between us. I wanted to tell her that I wish we could go back to high school. I wish we could go back to the days where all she cared about was studying and talking to me. Those were the days when everything was perfect. Or almost perfect. I had football. I had my truck. I had the cheerleading and dance team dying to date me and I had Clementine to call and hang out with when I needed to just chill. I knew it was selfish of me to want everything to remain the same, but that was what had made me happiest.

"I'll be waiting Rhett." She said softly and then hung up. I grabbed the keys to my mustang and headed over to Clemmie’s apartment.

***

"You didn't have to wait outside." I frowned as Clementine jumped into the car as soon as I pulled over. "I would have come to the door." I looked over at her tired face as she got into the car.

"I didn't want Linda to know you were here." She shrugged and did her seatbelt up without looking at me. The air felt awkward between us and it wondered if I'd ruined everything by kissing her again.

"She'll get over me." I muttered as I pulled away from the curb.

"It's not so easy for everyone to get over someone they have a crush on." She muttered under her breath and I laughed.

"There is no reason for her to have a crush on me.” I sighed. “I’ve never given her any reason.” Unlike Penelope, I thought to myself and frowned.

"You're mean." She sighed and then giggled slightly.

"Are you mad at me?"

"What do you think?" She snapped and finally looked at me.

"Are you mad at me for kissing you or are you upset because you and Elliott broke up?"

"I don't understand what's going on." She spoke softly and I felt myself tensing up. "I don't get why you kissed me. I don't know why you were upset about Elliott."

"I wasn't upset." I protested too loudly.

"Penelope thinks you were jealous." She continued and sighed.

"Jealous of what?" I turned onto my street. I could feel myself growing angry and worried. What else had Penelope said? "I wish Penelope would just shut up and keep her thoughts to herself."

"Rhett," her voice was angry. "Penelope is my friend."

"She's not your best friend." I sighed. "She's never liked me. It's obvious to me that she doesn't want me in your life."

"She does like you." She sighed.

"I don't care about her. I don't want to talk about her. I want to talk about us. I want to talk about why you've been ignoring me. I want to talk about what's going on." I shouted feeling angry. "And I'm pissed that I sound like a little p-ssy wanting to talk about anything."


"Rhett," she touched my arm. "Are you okay?" Her voice was soft and I gave her a quick glance. I saw concern in her face and I felt a part of me softening. Even after everything that had happened, she was still worried about me. It made me angry. I wanted her to harden up. I wanted her to tell me to f*ck off. I wanted her to tell me that she'd had enough. I wanted to see her turn her back on me. I wanted it and didn't want it at the same time. A part of me wanted it because it would prove to me once and for all that nothing was forever. Not love and not friendships.

"I'm fine." I growled and moved my arm away from her. I didn't want her touching me. I didn't want her concern. I wanted so much more from her. My body craved carnal knowledge of her, even though my brain told me that it would be a mistake.

"I can't believe you're angry at me." She sighed. "It's me that should be upset."

"Can't we just forget all of it?" I sighed. "Let's go home and watch a movie and forget everything."

"That's fine by me." She shrugged and a part of me relaxed. Everything would be okay if we could just forget everything that had happened recently.

"So you wanna watch a movie?" I pulled up to my house and she smiled at me hesitantly.

"Yeah." She nodded. "Chick flick?"

"Hell no." We both laughed as I shook my head.

“Fine.” She sighed and I looked at her carefully. I could see the traces of tears in her eyes.

“What’s wrong?” I frowned as I turned off the engine and turned to her. “Why are you crying? Are you upset because of Elliott?”

“No.” She shrugged. “I don’t know.”

“What happened?”

“Nothing.” She looked away from me.

“What happened, Clementine?”

“He tried to tell me we couldn’t be friends.” She sighed. “When we left the truck show, he told me I had to pick between you and him. Then he tried to touch me.”

“What?” I frowned. “Where the f*ck is he right now?”

“It’s okay, Rhett.” She grabbed my arm. “He tried, but I didn’t let him.”

“Where did he try to touch you?” I growled, feeling angrier than I’d ever felt.

“On my breasts.” She bit her lower lip. “He said he wanted to play with my tits and do something else.” Her voice dropped.

“Do what?” My eyes narrowed.

“I don’t wanna say.” She shook her head.

“Clementine, tell me.” I took a deep breath, imagining what he had said.

“He said he wanted to titty f*ck me.” She whispered and I froze. I wasn’t sure what to say. I was furious, but I felt like a hypocrite. How could I get angry at what he had tried to do, when I had technically titty f*cked her friend the previous evening. It wasn’t like I was any better than him. Maybe even worse. He actually liked Clementine. I couldn’t give two f*cks about Penelope.

“Say something, Rhett.” She groaned and I looked up at her red face.

“Sorry, I was just thinking.” I sighed. “He’s a pig and you’re better off without him. Let’s go inside, okay.”

“Okay.” She nodded. “I can’t believe how different he was.”

“What do you mean?” I asked her as we walked into my house.

“He seemed so nice, like he liked me, but all he cared about was sex.”

“What can I say?” I shrugged, not wanting to tell her that was basically every guy. I didn’t want to give her any excuse to go back to him. “He was a jerk.”

“Yeah he was.” She frowned. “I’m so pissed at myself. I can’t believe I treated you like shit and he was such an a*shole.”

“It’s okay.” I rubbed her hair. “All’s forgiven.”

“I’m so glad you’re not like him.” She shuddered. “You would never pretend to be into a girl, just to get laid. You’re straight up about it from the beginning.”

“Well, I don’t sleep around that much.” I frowned.

“I know.” She smiled at hooked my arm. “What movie do you want to watch?”

“I don’t know. Let’s see what’s out.” I opened the front door. “Bedroom or living room?”

“Let’s go to the bed.” She smiled. “I didn’t sleep well last night, so I want to relax.”

“Sounds good.” I nodded and we walked to my room. “Could you imagine if Elliott could see us now?” I laughed. “He’d go crazy.”

“Penelope as well.” She laughed. “She doesn’t think it’s healthy that we’re so close.”

“Oh, have you heard from her?” I kept my voice light.

“Not since yesterday.” She shrugged. “Why?”

“No reason.” I shook my head and we hopped onto the bed. “Okay, let’s see what we have.” I turned Netflix on my TV and flicked through movies. “Okies, what about a comedy?”

“That’s fine.” She jumped off of the bed and I watched as she walked to my closet. “Hey, can I borrow a t-shirt?” She glanced at me as she opened the door. “I’m not super comfortable in these jeans and tank top.” She grinned at me and I nodded. “Thanks.” She pulled a white t-shirt out and I watched her as she undid her jeans. “Turn around, Rhett.”

“Okay.” I turned towards the TV, but I couldn’t concentrate. All I could think about was that Clementine was taking her clothes off in my room. It had never felt like this before. I’d never felt so tense and stiff. All of a sudden, it didn’t seem so innocent any more.

“Oh this is much better.” Clementine spoke and I turned to look at her. I froze as she walked towards me and jumped on the bed. I wasn’t sure if she realized it, but I could see her nipples clearly through my white t-shirt. Her breasts bounced as she moved and I groaned inwardly as my t-shirt rode up her legs as she settled onto the bed.

“Well, you look comfortable.” I smiled at her gently and turned back to the TV.

“I am.” She relaxed back into the bed. “We need to spend more days like this.” She squirmed on the bed as she got comfortable. “I miss the days when we just used to lie in bed and watch TV all day.”

“Yeah, me too.” I nodded and shifted as I felt myself hardening.

“Are you going to change as well?” She asked innocently as she poked me in the back.

“Of course.” I jumped up and pulled my sweater and jeans off and sat back on the bed in just my boxer shorts.

“Ooh, sexy.” She giggled and I smiled at her weakly.

“Okay, let’s see what’s on.” I flicked through and she squealed.

“Ooh stop.”

“What?” I frowned and looked back at her.

“I heard that movie Nine and a Half Weeks was good.”

“You want to watch Nine and a Half Weeks?” I sighed. I was in no mood to watch a sexy movie.

“Yeah. Let’s start with that one.”

“Okay then.” I pressed play and sat back on the bed next to her. We sat next to each other, shoulders pressed together as we watched the movie. Everything was going well until the first sex scene.

“Oh wow, hot.” Clementine squirmed on the bed.

“We can change it if you want.”

“No, it’s fine.” She whispered and lay back. I sighed and sat stiffly and continued watching the movie. “Wow,” Clementine turned to look at me. “This movie is dirtier than I thought.”


“Yeah, it’s almost a porno.” I agreed and lay down so I could look at her properly.

“You know what I was thinking about this morning?” She spoke softly and I shook my head.

“No, what?”

“I was wondering what would have happened if I’d let Elliott go down on me.”

“Really?” I frowned and looked into her eyes. “Trust me, he wasn’t worth it.”

“I didn’t necessarily want him.” She blushed. “I just wanted to see what it felt like.”

“I see.” I frowned and shifted. What was she doing to me?

“Does that sound bad?” She wrinkled her nose and I smiled at her.

“Of course not.”

“Okay good.” She bit her lower lip and then looked back at the TV screen. I continued to stare at her and I could tell that she was thinking about something, not related to the movie.

“What are you thinking, Clemmie?”

“What do you mean?” She looked at me and blushed.

“I know you’re thinking something.” I gave her a look.

“No, I’m not.”

“Clementine, tell me what you’re thinking.” I grabbed her hip and pulled her towards me.

“I’m embarrassed.” She shifted and the t-shirt rose even higher. I looked down at her legs and realized that if it rode any higher, I would see her panties.

“Tell me.” I sighed.

“Don’t laugh.”

“I won’t laugh.”

“So you know how you told me about oral sex the other night.”

“Uh huh.” My eyes narrowed and I watched her lips as she spoke.

“Nothing.” She shook her head and looked back at the screen.

“Okay.” I let it go and settled back and watched the movie. I moved closer to Clementine and put my arm over her waist. She lay back into my chest and we watched the movie snuggled together. I let my hands move along her stomach softly and she shifted against me so that her ass was resting against the front of my boxer shorts. Her t-shirt had now ridden all the way up and I could see the pink of her panties. My hand ran down to her leg and I traced a trail down her thigh.

“What are you doing?” She whispered in front of me.

“Nothing.” I whispered and stopped moving my fingers.

“You don’t have to stop.” She whispered back and I moved my fingers back to her stomach and held her. I closed my eyes and lay back wondering what I should do. I really wanted to make a move on her, but this was unchartered territory. I didn’t know what to do. My body was aching to touch her, but I didn’t want to risk our friendship. My fingers didn’t listen to the hesitation in my voice and I found them trailing her leg again and running up over the side of her panties. All of a sudden I felt, Clementine stilling next to me.

“Is this okay?” I whispered in her ear and she nodded. That was all I needed to continue. I ran my fingers up underneath her t-shirt and caressed her stomach and upper abdomen, stopping just under her breasts. I could feel and hear her breathing get heavier as I touched her and it was making me feel horny as hell. I then started moving my fingers up a little higher and traced the sides of her naked breasts. I could feel my breathing growing heavier as well as I ran my fingers down the sides of her breasts. Then I went in for the kill. I moved my fingers over her nipples slightly, rubbing them gently with my palms before moving my fingertips to them and squeezing them gently. At first, Clementine stilled and then she started moving against me slowly. I could hear her moaning and I stopped.

“Are you okay?” My fingers lay still on her stomach and she nodded.

“Yes.” She whispered and paused. “It feels good.”

“I don’t want to do this, if you don’t want me to.”

“I want you too.” She moved back against me and I felt her hand moving mine back up. “Touch me, Rhett.” She didn’t need to tell me twice, my fingers moved back up to her breasts and I squeezed them together, loving the feel of her breasts in my hands. I pinched her nipples again and grinned at how hard they were. “Oh, Rhett.” She moaned as I played with her breasts and I moved in closer to her, so she could feel how hard I was. I groaned as I played with her and moved my hand down to her stomach again. “Don’t stop.” She groaned.

“Do you trust me?” I whispered in her ear and moved my fingers down slowly.

“Yes.” She nodded.

“Are you sure?” I moved my fingers down to the top of her panties and I felt her stilling.

“Yes, I’m sure.” She whispered and I felt her squirm against me as I slipped my fingers into her panties and down into her p-ssy. She was wet to the touch and surprisingly hair free.

“You shave?” I asked her in surprise.

“Uh huh.” She giggled and I groaned as she closed legs on my hands. I groaned and pulled her back against me and ran my fingers along her slit and *. “Oooh.” She moaned and I felt her legs open up again. “Ooooh, Rhett.” She groaned as I rubbed her * back and forth slowly, enjoying the feel of her wetness on my fingers.

“You’re so wet for me.” I groaned in her ear.

“It feels so good.” She moaned and I increased the pace of my fingers. “Oh my God, Rhett.” She exclaimed as I moved faster. I grinned as I felt her p-ssy getting even wetter. I moved down and quickly pulled her panties off. She looked down at me with a sweet smile and flushed.

“Is this okay?” I asked her again, wanting to make sure I didn’t do anything she wasn’t comfortable with.

“It’s more than okay.” She nodded and I moved up and kissed her. Her eyes widened in surprise as my tongue entered her mouth and she sucked on my tongue eagerly. I kissed her hard and passionately, enjoying the feel of her fingers in my hair as I tasted her properly for the first time. Her lips tasted sweet and soft and I knew that I could kiss her for a million years and not get tired of it. I pulled her up slightly and pulled her t-shirt off so that my chest was crushing down on her naked breasts. I kissed down her neck and then took her nipple in my mouth and sucked on it as I played with the other one. She wiggled on the bed beneath me and I smiled as she cried out when I started nibbling on her nipple with my teeth.

I moved my hand back down to her p-ssy and spread her legs, playing with her * for a few seconds before pushing my index finger inside of her. She froze for a second and I watched as her eyes widened at the feel of me inside of her.

“You’ve never had anything inside of you, have you?” I groaned against her breast as I fingered her. Her p-ssy was so wet and her lips were closing in on me as I entered a second finger inside of her and moved in and out.

She shook her head and closed her eyes as she moaned on the bed beneath me.

“Ooh,” She moaned as I moved my fingers back and forth faster.

“Come for me, Clementine.” I kissed back up her body and whispered against her lips. “Relax and come for me.” I groaned as her eyes went wild and her body started shaking. I grinned as I felt her p-ssy contract and then release and all her juices poured down on my fingers. “Good girl.” I kissed her softly and she moaned against my lips.

“Wow.” She grinned up into my eyes.

“Wow, indeed.” I smiled down at her and kissed her on the lips hard. “I’m going to make you come again.”

“Again?” Her eyes widened in surprise and I grinned at her.


“This time with my tongue.”

“Tongue?” She grinned at me and blushed.

“What is it, Clemmie?”

“I was going to ask you earlier.” She paused. “You know.”

“No, what?” I smiled down at her, knowing what she was going to say.

“I was going to ask you to show me what it was like.” She grinned up at me and I laughed.

“Well, I’m about to show you.” I kissed her quickly on the lips again and then kissed down her body. I reached my fingers in-between her legs and started rubbing gently again, so I could get her wet. I smiled as she got wet again right away. I spread her legs and then kissed down her p-ssy and straight to her *. My tongue licked up her juices eagerly and I groaned as I tasted her. I should have known that her p-ssy would taste just as sweet as her lips. My mouth found her * and I sucked on it eagerly. I moved my hands to her hips and brought her p-ssy down on my face harder. I licked her eagerly, wanting to taste every piece of her. She moved against my face eagerly and I realized that it was even better that my fantasies had been. She came as soon as my tongue slid inside of her, though that didn’t stop me from f*cking her with my tongue. I slid in and out of her eagerly and I was rewarded for my efforts by feeling her body quaking and shuddering for a third time. Her juices flowed out quickly I licked up every last drop of her. I was as hard as her by the time I finished eating her out and I knew that I needed to go to the bathroom and finish myself off. I didn’t want to scare her by masturbating in front of her.

“Enjoy it?” I grinned at her as I kissed back up her body. She nodded and I could see her eyes were still dazed from the three orgasms I had given her.

“Oh yes.” She smiled and then she shocked me by pushing me down on the bed. I watched as she rolled her naked body on top of mine and I reached up and grabbed her breasts.

“What are you doing?” I asked softly as she positioned herself on top of me.

“Nothing.” She grinned and I groaned as she pulled my hard cock out of my boxers.

“Clementine.” I groaned and shook my head. “No.” I grabbed her waist and she frowned.

“Come on, Rhett.” She gave me a pouty look and I felt her p-ssy on top of my cock.

“No, Clemmie.” I groaned as she rubbed back and forth on my cock. “We’re not going to have sex.”

“I just want to feel it.” She moaned and moved her p-ssy back and forth even faster. I groaned as I felt her juices on my cock as she teased me. All I wanted to do was lift her up and slide my cock inside of her.

“Clemmie, I don’t know how long I can take this.” I groaned as she smiled down at me wickedly.

“Sshh.” She laughed and leaned forward, rubbing her breasts over my face. I grabbed her waist and moved her back and forth on me faster, wondering if I could come just from rubbing against her p-ssy. I could feel my cock was close to erupting and so I allowed her to continue teasing me. It was getting harder and harder to resist the urge to enter her and I was pretty positive she had no clue just how close she was to losing her virginity. Though, I didn’t want it to be like this. Not after she’d waited so long. I wanted it to be more special.

“This feels so good.” She groaned. “I think I’m going to come again.” She moved back and forth on me faster, grinding her p-ssy against the tip of my cock. I knew that I was hitting her * each time and I knew that one slip and I’d be inside of her.

“Clementine,” I groaned as she was getting wetter and wetter on the tip of my cock. I could feel her * throbbing next to me and my fingers grabbed her ass cheeks. I closed my eyes and everything seemed to happen so fast. I could feel that I was close to orgasm, but then she reached orgasm before me and I felt her stop moving against me as she came. I instinctively grabbed her hips and moved her back and forth on me and before I knew what was happening, the tip of my cock was entering her. Her eyes widened as she felt my cock inside of her and she jerked back. As she jerked back, my cock fell out of her p-ssy and rubbed up the slit of her. She rubbed back and forth on me two more times and I felt myself coming against her. She paused for a second in shock as she felt my hot cum against her and I quickly moved her off of me as I continued spurting onto the sheets. I groaned as I came and my body shuddered for about a minute as I came down for my high.

“Wow.” Clementine finally spoke up as I opened my eyes and looked at her.

“Wow indeed.” I grinned at her and pulled her face down to me and kissed her.

“You came.” She smiled and looked down at my now soft cock.

“So did you.” I winked at her and she blushed.

“You entered me.” She ran her finger down my cheek. “Does that mean I’m not a virgin now?”

“No.” I shook my head and reached over and played with her breasts. “The tip of my cock barely entered you. You’re still a virgin. My whole cock would have had to have entered you, for you to have lost your virginity.” I spoke as if I knew that to be truth, though I really had no idea.

“Oh okay.” She ran her fingers over my chest. “Your sperm was warm.” She grinned. “I think you sprayed it on me.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to do that.”

“It’s fine.” She laughed. “It’s not like you got me pregnant.” She played with my nipples and I stilled at her words. “You weren’t coming inside of me, so it’s fine.”

“Don’t.” I groaned as I felt my cock hardening. All I could think about was her p-ssy walls hardening on my bare cock. I closed my eyes and tried to ignore the urge to pick her up and place her on my cock. Even if she wasn’t a virgin, it was a dumb idea. I never f*cked without a condom. And I knew she wasn’t on the pill. It would be a stupid risk. Though every part of me wanted to f*ck her and explode inside of her.

“What?” She snuggled next to me.

“Nothing.” I hugged her to me and ran my fingers down her back. “How do you feel?”

“I feel fine.” She grinned. “Awesome even.”

“Good.” I smiled and held her closer to me. “This wasn’t my plan by the way, when I asked you to come over.”

“It’s fine.” She smiled. “I’m glad that we did this.”

“Me too.” I played with her hair and smiled. Though a part of me was already starting to grow worried. Would this change our relationship? I tried to ignore the warning bells in my head as I held her next to me.

“Why didn’t you want to make love to me?” She whispered against my lips and I frowned.

“I didn’t have a condom.” I lied, thinking about the pack I had in my wallet and in my bathroom. The truth of the matter was, I didn’t want to be the one to take her virginity. Not really. It was too big a deal. And I didn’t think I was good enough for her.

“Oh sad.” She groaned and her hand reached down and touched my cock. “Who was the last person you had sex with?”

“I can’t even remember.” I answered honestly. “It’s been a while.”

“Who’s the last person that touched your cock?” She whispered against my lips and I froze. There was no way in hell, I was going to tell her that Penelope had had me in her mouth the night before.

“I’m not really sure, that was a while ago.” I lied.


“What?” She smiled happily at me. “A player like you?”

“I’m not that big a player.” I smiled.

“You let women go down on you randomly though.” She sighed and looked into my eyes. “Don’t tell me.” She shook her head. “I don’t really want to know.”

“Clemmie, it’s never been as special with anyone else as it has been with you.” I kissed her nose. “Trust me, the only person I want holding my cock right now is you.”

“That’s so corny.” She groaned and rolled her eyes.

“It’s true.” I laughed.

“Oh my God.” She shuddered. “We just became those friends.”

“What friends?” I asked her curiously.

“The friends that hook up.”

“There’s nothing wrong with that.” I kissed her softly.

“I feel like friends that hook up always fall out.” She made a face.

“That’s friends that have sex.” I answered quickly. “Friends that have sex are easier to fall out, but best friends that hook up, that’s fine. It’s normal even.”

“It’s normal?” She raised an eyebrow at me and I laughed.

“Well, it’s fine, I mean.” And laughed as well. “Now, be quiet so I can regain my energy and make you come again.”

***

“We’re never going to want to go anywhere again.” Clementine panted after I went down on her for the second time. “What could be better than this?” She held me in her arms and I grinned as I nibbled on her lips.

“You going down on me.” I winked at her and she groaned.

“I’ve never done that before.” She nibbled her lower lip.

“If you don’t want to, it’s fine.” I brushed her hair back. “I don’t need you do that Clemmie, I don’t want you to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

“I know.” She nodded and chewed on her lower lip. “Can I ask you something Rhett?”

“Of course.” I smiled at her.

“I want you to come somewhere with me tomorrow.”

“Sure.” I shrugged. “Wherever you want.”

“I want us to go and visit your mom.” She spoke softly and I froze.

“My mom.” I frowned and pulled away from her.

“Please.” She bit her lower lip and I could see her expression was pained. “If you trust me like I trust you, you’ll come.”

“I really don’t want to go and see her.” I felt my body tense just thinking about her. “I really don’t want to go, Clemmie.”

“I promise we don’t have to stay if you’re not comfortable.” She grabbed my hand. “I’m not doing this to hurt you, Rhett.”

“I know.” I sighed and closed my eyes. “I just don’t want to go and see her.”

“It will just be for an afternoon.” She leaned over and kissed me. “Please, for me.”

“You’re asking for a lot, Clementine.” I shook my head and sighed. “And I mean a lot. This is even more than asking me to go down on you.”

“You wanted to go down on me.” She blushed.

“Only because you made us watch that porno.” I teased her.

“I didn’t know it was a sexy movie.” She blushed and I paused.

“Clementine O’Hara, I do believe you’re lying to me.” My breath caught as I studied her face. “You knew that movie was sexy, didn’t you.”

“No.” She shook her head and looked away from me.

“You totally knew that movie was sexy.” I laughed. “You tried to seduce me.”

“I didn’t try to seduce you.” She made a face at me and groaned.

“Clementine, tell me the truth and I’ll go with you tomorrow.”

“Fine.” She buried her face in my chest. “Yes, I had heard that that movie was sexy and yes, I kinda wanted to know what it was like for a guy to go down on me. And yes, I wanted that guy to be you. After you told me about it the other night, I’ve been thinking about it.” She paused. “I’m so embarrassed.”

“Don’t be embarrassed.” I pulled her towards me and kissed her. “I think that’s awesome.” I held her close to me and closed my eyes. One part of me felt like I was soaring high and the other part of me felt like I was about to make one wrong step and trip down into hell.