Rhett

Chapter Ten


“Hey, hey, hey.” Clementine sang along to the radio as I drove down the highway on the way to Beaufort.

“You think you want me to drive you to the American Idol auditions instead?” I smiled at her as she continued singing at the top of her voice. She grinned back at me and I tried not to wince as she pulled her phone out of her pocket. Every time her phone rang or she got a text, I was scared it was going to be from Penelope. Not that I thought I was completely in the wrong. It’s not like Clementine and I were official or I did anything to break her trust, but I just didn’t know how she’d react. I knew deep inside that what I’d done was a bit shady.

“Well you know. I don’t want Simon to fall in love with me and take me away from you.” She giggled and I shook my head.

“I hope you wouldn’t leave me for Simon.”

“Ugh.” She looked at her phone and changed the subject.

“What’s wrong?” I gave her a quick glance and saw she was making a face at the phone.

“Elliott wants to talk about what happened.” She sighed. “He says he owes me an apology.”

“Ignore.” I shook my head. “He’s so predictable.”

“Yeah.” She sounded hesitant. “Are you excited about seeing your mom?”

“I wouldn’t say excited, no.” My tone changed and I felt my heart harden. “You know I don’t want to see her.”

“She’s your mom, Rhett.” Her voice was soft as she touched my arm lightly.

“So?”

“You’ll regret it if you never see her.”

“I don’t agree.” I turned the radio up and stared at the road in front of me. I wasn’t sure why I’d agreed to come to Beaufort to see my mom. I hadn’t even know she’d lived so close. I didn’t even know how Clementine knew. I didn’t care. I didn’t want to care. I was so annoyed that she had talked me into coming. I knew I had only agreed because I was still feeling high from my orgasm. Only thing was, I didn’t want to think about the orgasm either. I didn’t want to think about touching Clementine. I was ashamed that I’d touched her and enjoyed it, knowing I could never give her what she wanted.

“Rhett.” She reached over and turned the volume down. “You can’t ignore her for the rest of your life.”

“She’s never contacted me.” I spat out bitterly. “Not once since she left. No cards. No presents. No visits. No nothing. Why should I care about her?”

“Maybe she had her reasons.”

“Maybe she did. I don’t care.” I sighed and reached to turn the volume back up, but Clementine grabbed my hand and stopped me. Her fingers felt warm on me and I cringed and pulled my hand away. I didn’t want her touching me, trying to make me think things I didn’t want to think.

“I’m sorry.” Her voice sounded hurt and I just kept my eyes forward. “You can turn the radio back up if you want to.”


“It’s fine. We can keep it off.” I shrugged and swallowed. “You’re going to have to give me directions in a bit. I have no idea where we’re going.”

“I put it in the GPS on my phone.” She sighed. “Let me check.”

“Fine.” I mumbled.

“Okay, when we exit, we need to take the first right.”

“Fine.” I ignored the sudden lurch in my stomach as I realized that I was close to seeing my mom again. What would she look like? Would she recognize me? Would she cry or try to hug me? I shuddered as I thought about her touching me. I’d step away. I wouldn’t want her to touch me. Not at all. “My dad would be surprised to know I was going.” I laughed bitterly.

“He should have handled everything differently.” She spoke softly. “He cheated on her and then kicked her out. He knew she had a problem with alcohol. He could have handled things differently.”

“So it’s his fault that my mom is a drunk.”

“She’s not a drunk anymore.” She sighed.

“So now you’re on her side.”

“I’m not on her side. I just understand how devastating it must have been for her to find out her husband had been cheating on her.”

“It happens.” I rolled my eyes. “Everyone who gets cheated on doesn’t turn to alcohol or drugs.”

“Heartbreak is a hard thing for some people to deal with.”

“Sex is sex. It has nothing to do with love.”

“Some people only have sex with people they love.”

“That’s what they tell themselves so they don’t feel guilty. People have sex because it feels good. They want to have an orgasm. They want to fly high for a couple of minutes.”

“Sex means more than that, Rhett.” Her voice was soft and I could tell she was feeling annoyed.

“Sex is sticking a dick in a vagina.” I said bluntly. “And whatever lesbians and gays do.”

“Rhett.” She sighed.

“Don’t tell me, you need me to tell you what they do?”

“No. I don’t.” Her words were abrupt and I knew she was getting angry.

“Just don’t get it twisted, Clementine. Sex doesn’t equal love. Shit, half the guys I know at school would f*ck any girl that would have them.”

“Thanks.” She muttered.

“Don’t act like you’re surprised.” I sighed. “And don’t act pissed. I didn’t f*ck you because I know you need it to be all special and shit.”

“You had oral sex with me.” She said stiffly and I felt myself growing warm at the memory of her supple body beneath mine.

“I eat p-ssy good. Don’t I?”

“You’re a pig.” She gasped.

“I’m just being honest.”

“I know it didn’t mean much to you, Rhett, but it meant something to me.” Her voice broke and my heart stopped for a second.

“I’m sorry.” I gave her a quick look and reached out and touched her shoulder. “It meant something to me as well. Ignore me. I’m being a jerk.”

“It would hurt me if I found out you’d been with anyone else.” She sighed. “Not before obviously, but now.”

“What do you mean?” The words coming out of my mouth sounded distant to my ears.

“I mean, if you went and slept with a girl tomorrow, it would hurt me.”

“I’m not going to be sleeping with a girl tomorrow.” I gave her a quick smile. “Unless it’s you.”

“This is difficult.” She sighed and nibbled on her lower lip. “Take the next left by the way.”

“Okay.” I got into the left hand lane and turned on my indicator. “What is difficult?”

“How do we navigate this?” She sighed and I could see her staring at me.

“Navigate what?” I could feel my face growing hot. She wasn’t turning into that girl already, was she?

“I know you don’t do relationships.” She said softly. “I don’t expect you to change for me. I just don’t know what we do next? Do we continue to mess around and stay friends? Do we hook up and see what happens?”

“What do you mean and stay friends?” I pulled off to the side of the road and turned off the ignition and turned to face her. “We’re staying friends, period. There is no option where we don’t stay friends. Do you understand that?”

“I do.” She nodded and looked at me with wide eyes. I could see the fear in her brown eyes. She was already having doubts about what we’d done. I couldn’t say I blamed her. I wouldn’t have wanted her to hook up with someone like me.

“Let’s just see what happens.” I shrugged and grabbed her hands. “Not much has to change. We’ll just do what we always did, but when we sleep over now, we don’t have to wear any clothes.” I grinned at her and she gave me a small smile.

“You think it’s going to be that easy.” She licked her lips quickly and I couldn’t stop myself from moving forward and kissing her. Her eyes widened as my tongue slipped into her mouth and my lips sucked on her tongue. I pulled back after a few minutes and nodded.

“It will be that easy.” I grinned. “I have no problem sleeping naked with you.”

“What about…” She mumbled and paused.

“What about what?” I frowned and tilted my head.

“What about sex?” She looked down and blushed.

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.” I grabbed her chin and brought up her face to look at me. “We’ll go at your pace.”

“Why do I think you don’t normally say that?” She smiled at me and I laughed.

“Maybe because I don’t.” I ran my hands through my hair and sighed. “I don’t want anything to change between us, Clementine. I just want this to be another perk of our friendship.”

“I see.” She nodded slightly.

“Friends with benefits if you will.” I nodded, pleased at the conversation. “Or rather, best friends with benefits.”

“You’re not going to mess around with anyone else are you?” She frowned and I felt myself starting to feel sick again. I wasn’t sure why she wanted to have this conversation right now, but I couldn’t just walk away and ignore her.

“I’m not going to hook up with anyone else.”

“Good.” She smiled. “It makes me feel better knowing you haven’t been with anyone in a while as well. I know that sounds cheesy, but it helps that I don’t feel like sloppy seconds.”

“You could never be sloppy seconds.” I ran my finger down her cheek and sighed inwardly. I felt like I should tell her about Penelope, but I wasn’t sure how she would react. It was before we had hooked up, but not very much before. And Penelope was her friend. I didn’t feel like she would appreciate the fact that we’d nearly had sex.

“I’m glad you’re not going all crazy and into Rhett panic mode.” She smiled and leaned forward and stroked the hair by my ears. Her eyes were warm and she looked happy and content. “I know this is new for both of us, but I really think that this could be good for both of us.”

“Let’s not talk about it anymore.” I leaned forward and kissed her again. “I’d rather be doing something else.” I reached down and cupped her breast and smiled as she squirmed against me.


“Rhett.” She groaned against my lips as I pinched her nipple.

“Yes, Clementine.” I licked her lips as my fingers moved to her other breast.

“I want to get out of this car.” She moaned as she tried to move in the seat.

“We can go back home.” I nibbled on her lower lip. “I can turn around now.”

“No.” She moaned and pulled back, her eyes filled with lust. “No, we’re going to go and see your mom.”

“Fine.” I sighed and pulled away. “Your loss.”

“Maybe later.” She bit her lower lip and looked away.

“Maybe later, what?” I froze and looked at her. I could see her face burning red and my cock hardened as I stared at her hard nipples.

“Maybe we can move to the next level.” She turned towards me and smiled shyly.

“Next level?” My eyes narrowed as I looked at her. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

“Maybe.” She smiled and nodded slightly. “But we have to go to a hotel. I don’t want to do it in your house.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t want to do it somewhere you’ve done it with someone else.”

“Oh.” I tried not to roll my eyes. “None of those girls meant anything to me.”

“I know.” She looked away from me, her face growing red. “I just don’t want to be another notch.”

“You could never be another notch.” I frowned and shifted. My entire body was buzzing with anticipation. I wasn’t sure this was a good idea, but I knew I couldn’t say no to her.

“I’m glad to hear that.” She said softly and reached over and ran her fingers down the bulge in my pants. “It feels like you’re excited as well.” She giggled as I grabbed her hand and made her squeeze my cock.

“I’m hard as hell.” I winked at her. “And yes you did that.” I felt her squeezing me again and groaned as she moved her hand away. “Let’s get this reunion   over and done with. I’m ready to go and find a Marriott.”

“You don’t even want to see your mom, do you?” She looked at me with a sad look in her eyes and I shook my head. At the end of the day, Clementine knew me better than I knew myself and I wasn’t going to lie and pretend that I thought this was going to be some life-changing moment.

“Let’s get it over with.” I started the engine again and pulled back onto the road. My thoughts drifted away from Clemmie and back to my childhood. I could remember the day that I came back from school and realized something was different. I’d been young enough to not really understand what was going on right away, but old enough to feel the full extent of loss and loneliness. My father hadn’t been of any help. All he’d said was that my mother had left us for alcohol. It didn’t seem to affect him at all. Every night I’d waited for my mom to come home or to call me, but she didn’t. I hadn’t understood what had happened until I hit my teen years. And then my heart was already pretty empty and jaded. Love didn’t exist to me, asides from Clementine and her family. They’d taken me in, when no-one else had cared. They were like angels in my life and if it wasn’t for them, I’m not sure what road I would have gone down. Clementine was the balance in my life. She was so loving, so caring, so open, so honest and genuine about everything. She’d been quiet when I needed silence, talked when I needed noise and filled the empty space in my life that had taken over. I didn’t want to see my mom. I didn’t want to acknowledge that there was still an empty space there. I didn’t want to understand or forgive. I just wanted to forget.

“It’ll be okay, Rhett.”

“We’ll see.” I sighed.

“I’ll be with you.” She touched my arm. “I promise, it’ll be okay.”

I didn’t cringe at her touch this time. I welcomed the fact that she was here. As my friend. I didn’t want to think about all the other stuff. It was almost too much. Too close to home. Too scary. I didn’t want to acknowledge how being with Clementine intimately had made me feel. It had shown me a side I hadn’t thought existed. A side that let pain in, that let fear in. I didn’t want to let those emotions in. I didn’t want to love her as anything more than a friend. Everything in my life was changing too fast. I was on the roundabout of life and I just wanted it to stop. I wanted to reverse time and go back to six months ago. I wanted to go back to the time when Clementine was busy studying. I was busy working and we both made time to hang out and just be. “But then you never would have tasted her.” A little voice whispered in my ear. It was true that while a part of me was scared of all the changes in my life, another part of me craved the change. Another part of me was ready to see what else life had to offer.

***

We pulled up to a small-dilapidated house and I turned to Clementine with a frown.

“You sure this is the right address?”

“I’m sure.” She nodded.

“Hmm.” I sat in the car for a few more seconds and then got out of the door slowly and looked around. The roof was missing shingles and looked like it was in serious need of being replaced. The front of the house had peeling white paint and the yard as overgrown. This wasn’t where I expected my mother to be living. I wasn’t sure why she would have left my father and his mansion in Charleston to come and live in a dump in Beaufort, alcohol or not. My father had led me to believe that she’d cared more about alcohol and his spousal payments than me. My dad was rich, really rich and I couldn’t imagine that she could have spent all the money he gave her on alcohol? It didn’t make sense.

“Are you ready?” Clementine walked up to me and gave me a hopeful smile. “It’s going to be fine.”

“We’ll see.” I sighed, all of a sudden feeling apprehensive. “I don’t know about this Clemmie.” I was about to walk back to the truck, when we heard the front door open and a big black Labrador came running out and over to us.

“Jimbo.” A voice called out and I froze. I recognized her voice right away. It hadn’t changed one iota. It was my mom.

“Hey boy.” I stroked the dog’s face as he licked my hand eagerly. I didn’t want to look up and see my mother. I didn’t want to acknowledge that she was here.

“Clementine?” My mom spoke again. “Rhett, Rhett honey, is that you?” Her voice rose as she came closer and I kept my face down.

“Hi, Mrs. Madison.” Clementine’s voice was sweet and I wanted to tell her to stop being so nice.

“Rhett.” My mom spoke again and finally I looked up. I turned to my mother and I felt the whole world go still around me. Everything seemed to freeze as I stared at her. I felt as if I had been transported to another planet and the only two people that existed were me and her. She still looked the same. Her face beautiful, and her eyes bright and blue. She had a small smile on her face and I stared at her wondering how she could smile at me as if everything were okay. As if, she hadn’t been out of my life for more years than she had been in it.

“Rhett,” She said again and her eyes widened in joy, the smile on her face more beautiful than a few minutes ago. “You’re so handsome.”

Still I stayed silent. The colors in the world still more vivid than before. The sounds still more distant. I couldn’t stop myself from looking at her. She walked towards me and my heart stopped as she reached up and ran her hand down my face. “My beautiful son.”


I wanted to ask her how she knew it was me. I wanted to ask her why she left me. I wanted to ask her if she loved me, but I couldn’t speak. Seeing her close up also showed me more of her imperfections. Her eyes weren’t as blue, they were bloodshot and fuzzy. Her face was marred by lines. I wasn’t sure if they were caused by stress or hard living. Her lips were cracked and shivering. Her hair, once so blonde and beautiful was graying and thinning. My beautiful mother was no longer as beautiful as she had been, yet, she seemed more real.

“I’ve been hoping for this day.” She said, her eyes searching mine for a response.

“Really?” My words sounded bitter and full of disbelief.

“You sound like a man.” She smiled again, this time her confidence was noticeably wavering.

“As opposed to the little boy you left behind?” I stared back at her with a straight face.

“It wasn’t easy.” I looked down and noticed her hands were trembling.

“Sure.” I looked away then, somehow able to break her gaze. My eyes caught those of Clementine’s. She was staring at me with an expression full of love and hope. She wanted this to go well. She wanted me to get my happy ever after with my mother. I could read it in her eyes. I could hear it in her brain. It was all she’d ever wanted for me. I wanted to walk away and never look back again, but I knew that Clementine wanted me to give my mother a chance. “So where have you been?” I turned back to my mother and asked her a question. Even though I was no longer looking at Clemmie, I knew that she was smiling, happy I was making an effort.

“I kinda lost it when your dad cheated.” My mom’s face looked like a little kid. “I went to a house…” Her voice trailed off.

“To drink?”

“Among other things.” She nodded, her eyes wide. “But I got sober.”

“You’re sober?”

“I went to AA. And a man friend of mine, he paid for rehab.” She touched her lips and then licked them furtively. “He wanted me clean.”

“A boyfriend?”

“No, he wasn’t a boyfriend.” She shook her head and her eyes widened again. “So I went to rehab. They got me off the coke.” She nodded and smiled at me again, as if waiting for praise.

“That’s good.” I bit my lower lip and tried to remain calm, but I was starting to feel sick inside.

“I haven’t taken any drugs in a long time.”

“That’s really good, Mrs. Madison.” Clementine walked over to us and gave me a smile. “That shows you’ve really been trying.”

“I wanted to see you.” My mom looked at me and I could see a glimmer of some unknown emotion in her expression. “You were always my little boy. You loved me so much.”

“Most sons love their moms.”

“My blue eyed boy.” She gazed at me and patted my hair. “I thought once I had my blue eyed boy, my life would be perfect.” She paused and sighed. “It didn’t stop your dad from straying though.”

“You should have left him.”

“I just wanted him to love me.” She looked at Clementine then. “You know how it is. You just want them to love you. To see how perfect you are. To know that there is no one for them but you. But they just don’t see it. They’ll never see it. Don’t waste your time like I did. Don’t be a fool.”

“What are you talking about?” My voice was high and angry as I spoke to my mom. “Don’t try and project your life onto Clementine’s. Clementine is not a drunk.”

“It’s okay, Rhett.” Clementine touched my arm and shook her head.

“It’s not okay.” I said angrily, a volcano bubbling in my stomach as I looked back at my mom.

“You’re mad at me.” My mom’s eyes narrowed and I saw her lips trembling. “Don’t be mad at me, Rhett. I didn’t mean to…” She paused and took a big gulp. “I always loved my blue eyed boy.”

“Really? From what I can see you only loved dad.”

“Does he ever talk about me?” She asked hopefully.

“No.” I said it emphatically. “No.” I said it again, wanting the rejection to sting her as her leaving me had stung me.

“At least I have you.” She reached out and touched my arm. “You came to see your old momma.”

“What happened to you?” This time my words were as sincere as the pain in my heart.

“Do you really want to know?” Her eyes focused then and she looked lucid. “It’s not a nice story.”

“I want to know.” I nodded.

“Do you have any money?” She asked softly and then looked at Clementine. “It’s just I ran out and I really need a bottle of…” She stopped and played with her fingers. “It will help me tell the story.” I felt Clementine tense up next to me. I knew, just as she knew, that my mother wasn’t clean, not at all. I didn’t even respond then. I walked straight to my car and got into the driver’s side and started the engine. I put the car into reverse and was ready to leave, with or without Clementine. I heard her tapping on the window as I stopped and I waited for her to get into the car and then pulled off again. We drove in silence for about five minutes and then she spoke.

“I’m sorry.” She whispered. “I didn’t know.”

“You weren’t to know.” I didn’t look at her. I didn’t care. I didn’t care. I didn’t care. The pounding of my heart felt like the constant downpour of rain against a bedroom window. Pitter, patter, pitter, patter, pitter, patter. It was continuous and non-stopping and I didn’t mind because it stopped me from thinking too hard.

“I thought it would help you.” She sighed and I heard her voice catch. “I wanted you to get answers. I wanted you to understand why…” She stopped. “Love isn’t always a bad thing.”

“It’s isn’t always a good thing, either.” I grimaced. “Love means seeing what you can get from someone. It’s never about doing what you can for the other person just because, it’s always about doing something for the other person and hope you repay them for whatever you did.”

“It’s not always…” She began and I cut her off.

“It’s about loving someone so much that you hope they repay you with gifts or money, or even more love back. When people say love is selfless, it’s a crock of shit. People love because it makes them feel good because they get something from it. People who don’t believe in love are more honest. They are letting you know straight up. I want this or I want that. No bullshitting. No, I love you, so please give me your virginity. Or I love you, lend me $10,000. Or, better yet, I love you so take care of me now I’m sick. Take care of me now I’m an alcoholic or a cheater or a f*cking bitch.” My voice rose as I shouted. “I don’t say I love you because I don’t mean it. When I tell someone, I want something, it’s true and it’s valid and it’s not because I want anything other than what I want.”

“Love doesn’t have to be like that.” Her voice was small. “It can be selfless. People can love and keep it inside without ever wanting anything other than seeing the other person happy.”

“Stupid.” I laughed. “Those people are stupid. What’s the point? Maybe because they feel like martyr’s? What’s the point of loving someone who can’t give two shits about you? Waste of time if you ask me.”


“Your mom does love you, you know.” Clementine touched my shoulder. “She didn’t leave you because she didn’t love you.”

“Yeah, she left because she loved me so much. That’s why she never even called as well.” My voice was sarcastic. “So much love for her blue-eyed boy.”

“I think she’d been drinking.” She sighed.

“Never.” I rolled my eyes.

“I’m sorry.” Her voice broke. “This wasn’t what I wanted.”

“I know.” I gave her a quick look. “But maybe this is a lesson Clementine. We very rarely get what we want in life, so maybe it’s best not to go chasing rainbows and butterflies. Maybe it’s best to live the life we’re dealt and just deal with it.”

“Do you remember when we first met?” Clementine changed the subject.

“Vaguely?” I shrugged. “Why?”

“You wanted to get those candies so badly.” She smiled. “Every day the teacher would do a little quiz and every day, you tried so hard because you wanted them so badly.”

“I didn’t get them though.” I laughed. “There was someone who was just a little brighter than me.”

“You did get them though.” She laughed. “You befriended me and so you got them through me.”

“That’s true.” I nodded. “I guess I got them in a roundabout way. Poor you. All those smarts and yet you still got your candy taken.”

“But that’s the thing.” I could hear the smile in her voice. “All I wanted was to be friends with you. We sat next to each other in every class, but you never spoke to me. You only played with the boys. And I very much wanted to be friends with the cute boy with the bright blond hair and blue eyes, even though he was a mean little boy.”

“You wanted to be friends with me?” I looked at her again. “Why?”

“I know seven year old boys don’t notice girls yet, but seven year old girls sure do notice cute little boys.”

“Are you saying you had a crush on me?” My jaw dropped open in shock.

“I did.” She giggled. “I used to go home every night and make my mom test me on my spelling and math, just so I could do well in the quizzes every day.”

“What?”

“Yup. I saw the way you used to eye up my candy every day. I knew that the easiest way to get you to become my friend was to win the candy every day, and look it worked. We became best friends.”

“You tricky little…” My voice trailed off and I laughed, trying to remember a seven year old Clementine. “But you were so quiet and sweet. Everyone thought our friendship was a mistake, that I’d turn you into some sort of hellion tomboy.”

“I don’t think anyone expected our friendship to last.” She said. “I guess it’s unusual for people to remain friends for so long and not have anything happen.”

“Well we had something happen.” My heart jumped and I took a deep breath. “I hope it doesn’t ruin our friendship.”

“It won’t.” She grabbed my arm. “I won’t let it.”

“Good.” I made my way to the highway. “I won’t either.”

“In fact, I’m pretty sure I want you to take me to the hotel now.” She whispered and I froze.

“The hotel?”

“Yeah.” She nodded. “If you’re not too sad.”

“Do you know what you’re saying, Clementine.” I spoke slowly.

“Yes.” Her voice was sure. “I know exactly what I’m saying.”

***

There are certain moments in your life that define you. They don't have to be monumental or life-changing, but they are moments that you can look back on and say that defines your character. I've never been one to think much about character. I've always lived my life, done what I wanted, and gone about my business. Even when it came to Clementine, I'd never really put her first. It was always about me and how I was feeling. I've never really thought about if anything was convenient to her or stressful. I was a selfish friend. Granted, I'd never fully realized that before, but as we walked into the luxurious hotel suite I knew that this wasn't right. This wasn't how Clementine’s first time should be. There was absolutely nothing special about losing her virginity in a hotel in Charleston. No matter how badly I wanted it and her. I wasn't sure how to tell her. She was so excited. I was so excited, I knew that it was the perfect informal place to have sex. If we had sex at my house or in her apartment, the memories would always remain and I didn't want the memories to be linked to any of the spots we spent frequent time in. I wanted it to be as forgettable as possible, so that when things went back to the way they used to be, there would be no awkwardness. It pained me to think of a time without intimacy with Clementine. Now that I'd had a taste of her, I wasn't sure that anything would ever be the same, but I also knew I couldn't give her what she needed. Seeing my mother had only reinforced to me how little love meant. It was an emotion created by humans to deal with the fact that sometimes life got shitty. At the end of the day, love caused more problems than solutions. At the end of the day, it was better to deal with lust, lust was a real emotion. Lust was true. No one ever complained about being in lust.

"The room is gorgeous." Clementine stepped in slowly and looked around. "Really Presidential looking."

She turned to give me a small smile and my heart stopped beating as I stared into her eyes. She trusted me infinitely. I knew that without a doubt.

"Maybe we shouldn't do this." I started talking and watched as her face fell. "I don't know that this is the right place or time."

"I want to." She said softly and walked towards me. "I want to."

"Not here." I shook my head. "Not like this."

"What's wrong with here?" She looked around and studied the room. "Have you done it here before?"

"No." I laughed and shook my head. "This is one of the few places I haven't done it."

"You're such a pig, Rhett." She rolled her eyes and I wasn't sure if she was joking it not.

"Not here, okay?" I touched her shoulder softly and she glared at me.

"What is going on Rhett? Why are you treating me like a little princess?" She glared at me and stuck her face up in mine.

"What?" I stared at her in shock. "What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about the fact that ever since we made out you've been treating me like some fragile doll that might break if you do something wrong."

"Clementine." I frowned. "I'm not sure what you're saying."

"Do you know why our friendship has worked all these years, Rhett?" She poked me in the chest and I shook my head, choosing to remain silent. "Because we're honest with each other, because we don't judge each other. Because..." She paused and grabbed my shoulders. "We're both strong and know our own minds. I know you think you're this big man on campus. I know you’re hot, handsome Rhett and you have all these girls and I'm little old Clementine, your best friend: I've never really dated and I've got no experience, but let me tell you something Rhett. I know exactly what I'm doing and this isn't going to work if you start acting like a p-ssy around me."

"Did you just call me a p-ssy?" My lips twitched.

"You know what I mean." Her eyes sparkled into mine. "Stop messing around."


"I'm not messing around. I'm trying to be good. I'm trying to be careful. I'm doing this for you."

"Don't treat me like any other girl." She sighed.

"That's kinda hard." I frowned. "I like you."

"I mean don't just disappear, but don't be someone you’re not." She paused. "Throw me on the bed, have your wicked way with me, use your famous lines, try and pawn me off on a friend. Wait." She laughed. "Don't do that last one."

"There's no way I’d hook you up with any of my friends." I gave her a look. "No way in hell."

"Not even Tomas?" She smiled sweetly at me.

"No, not even Tomas." I grabbed her and pulled her towards me. "Why did you mention Tomas? Are you into him?"

"No." She grinned and me, and I could see her blushing.

"Clementine," I said slowly. I could feel my stomach churning. "Do you have a crush on Tomas?"

"No." She shook her head. "He's cute, but he's not my type."

"Oh?"

"He's a player." She laughed. "Maybe a bigger player than you. Penelope told me that he made a move on her recently."

"Oh?" I felt my breathing coming out faster.

"Yes, he wanted to have some fun." She groaned. "I'd never wanna hook up with a guy that hooked up with Penelope."

"Oh really?" I looked away from her.

"Just seems icky," she made a face. "Two friends hooking up with one guy."

"Yeah, I guess." I sighed. "So are you ready for us to leave?"

"I don't want to leave." She mouthed slowly and grabbed my shirt and pulled me towards her. "Did you not hear what I was just saying?"

"I heard you, but I still don't think this is the right..."

"Rhett. If I was one of your bimbos would you be brushing me off right now?"

"You're not one of my bimbos." I sighed. "You're my..."

"I swear Rhett if you tell me I'm your best friend one more time I will scream. Right now I don't want you to treat me as your best friend. Right now I want you to treat me as your bimbo." She giggled. "I never thought I would say that." She leaned forward and kissed me. "I never thought I'd do that either." She pulled back slightly and then kissed me again softly. I was taken aback by her actions. This wasn't the Clementine I knew. This was a totally different creature. Clementine was acting like a vixen. It delighted and scared me. Where had this girl, no, where had this woman come from? I didn't have much time to think as she pressed her lips against mine harder. I could feel her lips trembling against mind as she pushed her tongue into my mouth hesitantly. I couldn’t stop myself from responding then. I grabbed the back of her head and pulled her body against mine. I sucked on her tongue eagerly and I felt her hands reach up into my hair.

"See Rhett." She whispered as she grabbed me. "This is what you do with other girls. I want you to want me as much as you want them."

I frowned slightly at her words. Didn't she realize that there were no other girls that could compare to her? She was the only one that had turned me on in months. I'd had to fantasize about her when I was with other girls. I pulled away from her slightly as I realized I needed to tell her about Penelope.

"I need to tell you something." I ran my hands through her hair and took a deep brief. She looked back at me with bright expectant eyes. I could see the want in her expression. I knew if I told her now I would ruin the moment. I knew that everything would be ruined if I told her what had happened in the back of the truck.

"Yes Rhett?" She prompted me after a few seconds. I felt her hands around my waist and I knew that this was a defining moment for both of us.

"I want you so badly." I leaned forward and whispered in her ear. It wasn't a line, but the absolute truth. "I want you so badly that I'm scared that this moment won't be everything you want it to be and I want it to be perfect, Clemmie. I want every second to be perfect."

"It will be” she whispered.

"I don't want it to be in here. I want it to be in my bed, in my house."

"But..." Her voice trailed off.

"I've never taken anyone back there Clem. You're the only one that's slept in that bed."

"Sleep being the operative word?" She raised an eyebrow at me.

"No one has been in that bed with me." I shook my head. "So it will be both of our first times."

"Funny." She smiled at me and ran her hands down her back. "I still want to stay here tonight though."

"But, we're not going to..." I started and then stopped. "But we don't need to rush into that. Just being together will be good."

"Are you sure you're okay with that!" Her eyes searched mine, "I know it's not different to our usual routine. But it kinda is."

"Hey, let's watch a movie and order some pizza and just chill." I smiled. "I'm always down for spending time with you."

"They have a hot tub here as well." She smiled. "I was thinking we could go in there tonight."

"Really now?" I grinned. "Do you have a bathing suit with you?"

"No." She winked at me. "But I'll make something work."

"That sounds interesting."

"Interesting?" She raised an eyebrow at me and I threw my hands up in the air.

"Hey, hey, hey. I might be a player, but I'm not a pimp. I don't have sexy lines ready for every occasion."

"Why not?" She grinned and she ran over to the bed and jumped onto it.

"Wow, it's super soft."

"Are you trying to tease me?" I walked over to the bed quickly and flopped down next to her and took her in my arms. She curled up next to me and I ran my hands down the sides of her waist.

“Maybe.”

“I told you, not here.” I grinned at her and ran my fingers to her butt and squeezed her butt cheeks.

“You’re such a tease.” She pouted at me and her brown eyes laughed at me.

“Oh?” I smirked and pushed my fingers between her legs and rubbed gently.

“Rhett.” She groaned and bit her lower lip, her eyes widening as I teased her slowly.

“Yes, dear?” I grinned and moved my hand back to her ass.

“Are you trying to drive me crazy?”

“Nah.” I laughed. “I don’t think so.”

“Are you okay?” Her expression changed and she looked at me seriously.

“Yes, why?” I frowned.

“I meant about earlier.” She nibbled her lower lip. “I just realized we never finished talking about your mom.”

“Clementine, now is not the time to talk about my mom.” I sighed. “To be honest, I never need to talk about her again.”

“I just wanted to…” She started and I leaned forward and kissed her to shut her up. Her eyes widened as I bit down on her lower lip, hard, and kissed her more forcefully. My hands moved her closer to me and I rolled her onto her back and positioned myself on top of her body. I wasn’t going to f*ck her, but I was going to have her begging me to. I smiled to myself as I thought about what I was going to do to her. She wasn’t going to know where her body ended and mine started when I was finished with her. And yet, she still wouldn’t have her release. At least not here. Not tonight. I pulled away from her and yanked her top off of her body. Her breasts were almost spilling out of her bra.


“Is that the right size?” I looked down at her and smiled.

“What?” She looked up at me in a daze.

“Your bra seems a bit, uh, small.” I laughed and ran my fingers over the tops of her breasts. “I’m not sure they’re meant to spill over like this.”

“You’re such a jerk.” She shook her head and laughed.

“So??” I waited. “Too small huh?”

“Yes, it’s a bit small.” She smiled up at me. “I thought if I bought a smaller size, it would make them look perkier.”

“They don’t need to look any perkier.” I lifted her up and undid her bra. “Not at all.” I stared at her naked breasts and grinned. Then I reached my hands down and squeezed her nipples. I watched as they hardened and smiled before running my fingers over them lightly. “You have beautiful real breasts.”

“Huh?” She moaned slightly and looked up at me puzzled.

“Nothing.” I laughed. “Tomas and I just saw this chick with fake breasts.”

“I see.” She gave me a look. “How did you know they were fake?”

“Well,” I paused. Normally, I would tell her the truth. To be honest, I couldn’t remember if I had already told her the truth about what had happened that night. However, as I sat there with her on the bed, I didn’t want to tell her how I knew. It felt cheap. And I felt like it would make this moment cheap. I didn’t want her to think I was in the habit of playing with girl’s breasts. I didn’t want her to think that this wasn’t special to me. Because in all seriousness, it meant everything to me. I didn’t take this moment light-heartedly. Yes, I’ve squeezed a lot of breasts and played with a lot of nipples. I’ve titty f*cked and sucked with the best of them. Yet, none of them had been as beautiful to me. In this moment, I felt as if this were the first time I’d ever truly appreciated just how wonderful breasts were. “Tomas told me.” I shrugged and lied. “He felt them up at a bar.”

“Did you feel them up to?” I could see the hesitation in her eyes as she asked me the question. She didn’t want to know the truth. I was almost sure of it.

“Of course not.” I shook my head. “Do you think I’m sort of pig?”

“Of course I do.” She laughed, but I could tell she looked pleased at my answer. “What sort of guy asks a girl if she bought the wrong sized bra?”

“A guy with knowledge of breasts and bras.” I winked at her and she groaned.

“Uh huh.” She rolled her eyes. “You’re a breast man, huh?”

“I can’t lie. I love breasts and butts equally.” I licked my lips. “I love to f*ck a girl from behind and grab her titties and then…” I stopped. “Okay, maybe that’s too much info.”

“It’s fine.” She reached up and stroked my face. “You don’t have to speak to me differently, now that you know me more intimately.”

“I guess.” I paused and then bent down and took her right nipple in my mouth and sucked on it gently. She writhed on the bed beneath me and I started nibbling on it as well. She moaned loudly and I could feel myself growing hard as she moved below me. I moved my mouth over to her other nipple and sucked on it with more pressure. It was hard as a rock and I knew that Clementine was just as horny as me. My fingers made their way down her stomach quickly and to her pants. I undid her button quickly and slipped my fingers down into my panties. I groaned as I touched her wetness. She was soaking and I couldn’t stop myself from rubbing her * roughly, wanting to get her even wetter.

“Rhett,” she groaned underneath me.

“Yes, Clementine.” I muttered against her nipple as I licked it with my tongue.

“You put your fingers in my panties so quickly now.” She laughed. “There’s no hesitation whatsoever.”

“Well you know.” I grinned. “I figured I don’t need to ask. We’ve been friends for years.”

“All I want to know.” She gasped. “Is why you haven’t done it before now?”

I looked up into her face, her eyes were filled with desire and she had a cute little smile on her face as she gazed at me.

“I want to know the same thing.” I muttered before leaning down to kiss her. “I think of all those nights we wasted.”

“I don’t know that my parents would have been so cool with you staying over if they’d seen your fingers in my panties.” She grinned at me.

“Or your lips on my cock.” I winked at her.

“You haven’t felt my lips on your cock yet.”

“I’m hoping that tonight…” I winked at her again and she blushed.

“We’ll see.” She licked her lips and I groaned and kissed her hard again. She kissed me back passionately and I felt her arms on my back trying to pull my shirt up.

“You trying to get me naked or something?”

“Or something.” She moaned and I sat up straight and pulled my shirt off and threw it on the floor. “Take your pants off as well.” She muttered and I looked down at her in surprise and then laughed.

“Bossy boots.” I said as I jumped up and pulled my jeans off. “Shall I take these off as well?” I pointed to my boxers and she nodded softly, watching me carefully. I pulled my boxers off slowly and she gasped as she stared at my hard cock. It was pointing out and she reached out to touch it gingerly. “Oh shit, Clementine.” I groaned as she ran her fingers up the shaft and then squeezed the tip.

“You’re hard.” She ran her fingers back and forth and then reached under and grabbed my balls gently.

“And getting even harder.” I bent down and pulled her jeans off and then looked at her. “Can I take your panties off?”

“Yes.” She nodded and then paused. “Do you think it’s a good idea though?”

“What do you mean?” I stopped yanking them down and looked at her partially exposed p-ssy.

“I mean, if we’re both naked and we’re not going to have sex.” She nibbled her lower lip. “Do you think it will be easy to stop?”

“I’ll stop.” I nodded, feeling confident of my abilities to control the situation.

“Okay.” She grinned. “I don’t mind if you don’t, by the way.” Her fingers ran to her breasts and she touched them casually and licked her lips.

“What are you doing?” My eyes narrowed as I stared at her. I could feel myself growing even harder.

“I wanted to see what my breasts felt like, seeing as you were so enamored with them.”

“You’ve never touched your breasts?”

“Only to wash them, never in a sexual way.”

“Have you ever masturbated?” I continued pulling her panties down and then looked back up at her.

“Not really.” She shook her head.

“What do you mean, not really?” My eyes narrowed and I lay down next to her.

“I’ve tried to touch myself, but it didn’t really feel like anything.”

“I see.” I grinned then and ran my fingers to her p-ssy. “We’ll change that.”

“How?” She frowned and ran her hands down my chest.

“I’ll teach you what to do and we can get some toys.”

“Oh.” She nibbled her lower lip. “Okay.”

“I’ll keep them though.” My fingers found her * again and rubbed. “I don’t want you using them without me.”


“Why not?” She gasped as I slipped two fingers inside of her.

“I don’t want you coming when I’m not there.” I groaned as she spread her legs and started moaning. “Maybe if I’m on the phone, but not by yourself.”

“I wouldn’t want to do it without you.” She gasped out and I laughed.

“Trust me, you will want to and you might even try, but I promise you that it will never be as good as it is with me.”

“Oh, Rhett.” She groaned as I moved my fingers faster. “I feel like I’m going to burst.”

“Just relax and let go.” I whispered in her ear and then bit her earlobe. She closed her eyes and I could feel her losing herself in the moment. I removed my fingers just as I felt her body tensing.

“What are you doing?” She opened her eyes and groaned.

“Let’s try something.” I grinned at her.

“What?” She looked at me with desire filled eyes.

“I want you to move your legs up to my face.”

“Uh, okay.” She frowned. “And?”

“And move your head down to my cock.”

“Oh.” Her eyes lit up. “You want to ‘69’?”

“Are you down for trying it?”

“Yes.” She nodded eagerly and got on her knees and turned around. She got on top of me and straddled me, her face right in front of my cock. She bent down and took me in her mouth quickly and I pulled her back quickly. Her cool breath felt delicious on my cock and I knew that if she sucked me too hard and fast I wouldn’t last very long.

“Wait.” I grunted. “Go slow.” I then pulled her legs up slightly and spread them a little wider. “Sit back a little.” I instructed her and she gingerly moved back so that her p-ssy was directly above my face. “I need you to relax.” I whispered as I grabbed her ass and placed it directly on my face. I could feel her body trembling as I licked her p-ssy, but soon my mind was no longer on just her trembling as she took me in her mouth again, this time even deeper than before. I licked her * quickly and sucked on it hard, before sticking my tongue inside of her. She tasted so good and I couldn’t get enough of her. It seemed as if she felt the same way because she sucked on my cock as if it were her favorite food. I knew as soon as she was going to come because her p-ssy lips started trembling against my tongue. She orgasmed hard and fast on my face and I licked her up eagerly. It was while I was sucking on her * that I came. I tried to pull her up but she kept sucking my cock as I came in her mouth. She moved her lips up and down even faster as she sucked on the tip of my cock and swallowed every last drop of come. I felt completely exhausted as we both finished coming and we both collapsed. I pulled her back up to me and we kissed gently.

“Did you enjoy it?” I asked her softly, running my hands through her hair.

“That was amazing.” She grinned and ran her hands to my penis. “It was absolutely amazing.”

“Yes, it was.” I held her in my arms and played with her breasts and kissed the top of her head. She placed her head in my chest and we just lay there silently. I knew the minute she fell asleep because her breathing changed. I held her in my arms and tried not to think of why this was wrong. I tried not to think about everything that was going to be different now. What we’d just done had crossed the boundaries of our friendship completely. I knew that as sure as I knew the sky was blue. It was even more than what had happened the previous night. My making her come had been huge, but this, this was completely different. She’d sucked my cock and she’d swallowed my come. She had taken all of me and given herself to me freely. We hadn’t had sex yet, but this was just as intimate. I wasn’t sure how she was going to act in the morning. What if she felt different about me and our friendship? What if she resented me? I knew that Clementine wasn’t the sort of girl to just suck a guys cock. I was scared that she would think that something had changed between us. I was scared that she would demand more. I wasn’t ready to give her more. I couldn’t give her more. I wasn’t that guy. I’d never be that guy. I didn’t do love. Or relationships. I didn’t want to. I didn’t want to be hurt. I thought back to my mother. Seeing her had been so surreal. At one point, I had actually thought, maybe, just maybe, things would be okay. Maybe she’d have a really good excuse or reason for leaving me behind. Maybe she’d be sober now. Maybe she wanted to make it all up to me. But I’d been wrong. My dreams and hopes were for nothing. All she cared about was money and alcohol. I was nothing to her. Absolutely nothing. I knew that if my own mother couldn’t love me, her flesh and blood, her son, then love didn’t exist. I wasn’t going to make that mistake. I just hoped that Clementine wasn’t hoping for a miracle to happen. Because I wasn’t about to make it come true.

***

I woke up early the next morning with my hand on Clementine’s breast. This wasn’t the first time we’d slept in the same bed and my hand had made it to her breast. However, this was the first time her breast had been naked and I kept it there. I moved closer to her and she settled back into me. My cock was nestled next to her butt and I could feel my morning hardness pushing against her. I kissed her neck softly and ran my fingers down her breasts to her stomach and then her p-ssy, slowly letting my fingers touch her. I groaned as I realized she was wet. Even in her sleep, Clementine wanted me. I groaned again and lifted her leg up. I didn’t know what I was doing, but I knew I needed to feel her. I pushed my cock between her legs and rubbed it up and down her p-ssy. It felt like heaven and torture at the same time. I was so close to f*cking her, yet I knew I couldn’t. If we’d already been lovers, I would have entered her already. I would have woken her up with an orgasm. However, there was no way in hell, I was going to let her first time, be her waking up to me inside of her. That wasn’t cool. I’d have to make sure she was cool with morning sex before I ever did it.

I grabbed my cock and rubbed it directly against her *. I could feel her body moving slowly against mine as she slowly awakened.

“Morning.” She whispered.

“Morning.” I kissed her neck and continued rubbing her.

“What a great way to wake up.” She moaned and squeezed her legs together. “I’ve never woken up feeling like I’m about to come before.”

“I’m glad to hear that.” I laughed, and then groaned as she reached down and moved my cock closer to her p-ssy opening. “What are you doing?”

“I want to feel you inside of me.” She moaned. “I need to feel you.”

“No, Clementine.” I groaned as the tip of my cock sat in her p-ssy entrance. With one smooth stroke I’d be inside of her.

“Please,” she groaned and shifted slightly. The tip of my cock moved inside of her and we both groaned.

“Clementine.” I muttered, but didn’t move. “I don’t want to do this here.”

“Why not?” She moaned and shifted again. She grabbed my hand and brought it to the front of her p-ssy. “Feel how wet I am for you.”

“I know.” I rubbed her * and groaned as my fingers became soaked.

“Rhett, please.” She sighed and pushed back against me. “Ooh.” She cried out as my cock went further inside of her. I groaned and pulled her back towards me and slowly pushed my cock further inside of her. Her p-ssy felt wet and tight against my throbbing cock and I could feel her hymen. I paused for one second and then pulled my cock out of her quickly. “No.” She cried out and turned towards me. “Why?” Her eyes were full of desire and she was breathing heavily.


“I didn’t have a condom on.” I kissed her. “And I told you, not at the hotel. I don’t care what you say.”

She pouted at me and I growled and pulled her out of bed. “Get your clothes on now and we’re going.”

“What?” She looked dazed as she stood there watching me get dressed. “What’s going on?”

“We’re going to my place.” I grinned.

“Oh?” A smile hit her face and she pulled her clothes on quickly.

“Yes, and I’m going to make love to you all morning.” I winked at her. We both got dressed in record time and ran to my car. I drove quickly and all I could think about was how fantastic her p-ssy had felt when my cock had been inside of her. I knew that technically there was no way she was still a virgin, well, maybe she was. I hadn’t popped her cherry as yet, but the fact that my cock had been inside of her kinda negated that fact, I felt. However, I knew that I wanted her official first time to be in my bed at my house. I wanted that for her and for me. We reached my house in record time and I started pulling my clothes off as soon as we hit the front door. I grabbed her around the waist and I carried her to the bedroom, both of us giggling.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked her while pulling her shirt off.

“Yes.” She nodded eagerly and I grinned at her before pushing her down onto the bed. My fingers were pleased to find that she was still wet and I quickly grabbed my wallet and pulled out some condoms.

“I’m going to try and make it so it doesn’t hurt, okay.” I pulled the condom on my hard cock and got on top of her.

“I don’t mind.” Her eyes glittered and she reached up and pulled me down. “I just want to feel you inside of me.”

“Aww, f*ck, Clementine.” I groaned at her words. “You’re going to make me come before I even enter you.”

“Then what are you waiting for?” She whispered against my lips and I kissed her hard, while slowly lowering myself on top of her. I reached down and spread her legs and entered her slowly. It felt different being inside of her with the condom on, not as sensitive and not as primal. I knew that I was going to have to get her onto the pill as soon as possible. I wanted to f*ck her with no rubber on. I wanted to feel every drip of cum on my skin. I watched her eyes widening as I entered her slowly. When I reached the hymen, I pushed through quickly. She gasped out loud and I paused and she shook her head.

“Don’t stop.” She moaned and I started moving my cock again slowly. I didn’t want to hurt her, but I did want her to enjoy it. I knew that many women didn’t come from missionary and I didn’t want her first experience to lack an orgasm, so I f*cked her for a few minutes in missionary and then I pulled her up and turned her around quickly. I entered her from behind with more force and then reached around and rubbed her * as I moved against her. She cried out as I increased the pace of my cock entering her and I grinned as I felt her p-ssy lips tightening on my cock and her body trembling in an orgasm. I closed my eyes and grabbed her hips and pounded her quickly for a few seconds and then felt myself coming hard and fast into the condom. I pulled out of her and placed the condom on my night table before pulling her into my arms and kissing her. I stared into her eyes and she looked dazed and in bliss.

“That was wonderful.” She gasped. “I never wanted it to stop.”

“It was amazing.” I kissed her and nodded in agreement. I’d never had sex where I’d cared so much about making sure the other person orgasmed. In fact, I’d never had sex where my body had felt like that before. “I want you to go on the pill.” I whispered as I cuddled her. “I want to make love to you without a condom.”

She looked at me with wide eyes and I could see that she had a question.

“Only if that’s okay with you.” I whispered into her ear, but I could see that something was still on her mind. “What is it, Clementine?”

“Is that something you do with a lot of girls?” She bit her lower lip and looked away.

“Never.” I shook my head. “I’ve never entered another girl without a condom on, not even if they told me they were on the pill.” I told her honestly. “I’ve never even considered it.”

“Oh.” She blushed and I saw a small smile on her face.

“This is because of you. This is special.” I kissed her shoulder, my heart thumping and my stomach curdling. I was starting to feel uneasy about my emotions. I felt like I was coming under some sort of spell and I didn’t like it.

“I want to feel you inside of me again.” She whispered and I smiled.

“Soon, it’ll take me some time to recover.” I grinned at her. “I’m not superman.”

“I want to feel it without the condom.” She whispered at me and I froze.

“What do you mean?”

“I just want you to enter me, just so I know how it feels without the condom.”

“I don’t know.” I sighed hesitantly. There was nothing I wanted more.

“Please, Rhett.”

“Fine.” I groaned and ran my hands to my cock and rubbed it until it got semi-hard. “I’m not going to f*ck you.”

“I know.” She smiled at me and I kissed her again. When my cock was a bit harder, I entered her slowly. She wasn’t as wet this time, so I ran my fingers over her nipples and along her * again. She was wet again within seconds and I groaned as I felt her juices covering my cock. “Oh, it feels so good.” She moaned and started moving her body.

“Clementine.” I closed my eyes and moved my cock in and out of her slowly. I knew I was playing with fire, but I couldn’t resist.

“Ssh.” She grinded her hips back against me and I held on to them and started moving back and forth with more urgency. By this time, I was extremely hard and both of us knew that this wasn’t a simple, let me feel it inside of me maneuver. I was f*cking her and she was loving it. My hands reached up and squeezed her breasts and then I pushed her down flat on her stomach and lay on her back and f*cked her slowly. She moaned and moved underneath me and then I pulled out and stopped.

“Oh,” She moaned and rolled over.

“I can’t f*ck you without a condom, Clementine. I don’t want to get you pregnant.”

Her eyes widened at my words and she nodded. I sighed and pulled her towards me. I knew how easy it was to forget about protection when in the heat of the moment. I felt guilty for getting carried away so quickly. I grabbed another condom and pulled it on and then entered her again. This time, there was nothing slow and soft about my movements. I f*cked her hard and fast so that she was screaming out my name. We both came at the same time this time, and I grinned as her eyes rolled in her head as she scratched my back and started breathing heavily. Sex with Clementine was wonderful. Better than I could have ever imagined. A part of me was glad that we’d gone to this step in our relationship. I was fine with being best friends and having sex. As long as we stopped here, everything would be absolutely perfect.