"It's a little tight," Troy says, then sighs. "It's okay now."
"That's what she said," I joke, and our tension disappears. Troy lays me back, and lifts my hips so that my butt kind of sits in his thighs, a little gap under my lower back. I'm not nervous at all though, and intertwine my fingers with Troy's, nodding. "I trust you."
He swallows and nods, reaching down and stroking the tip of his cock between my pussy lips, gathering my moisture until I'm mewling again, wanting him inside me, to get it over with. I want to be a woman with him, and I can't wait any longer.
Still, Troy is taking his time, slipping just a little ways inside me, teasing me I'm fucking sure, but he's opening me up so gently that there's no pain at all until suddenly he stops. I squeeze his hand and nod. "Do it."
"All the way, one thrust," Troy says, pulling back before driving himself forward, piercing me and making me his woman. The pain is sharp but gone in an instant, and I'm sighing in pleasure as he pulls back and thrusts again, the pain transforming into sweet, sweet pleasure.
Troy keeps his fingers wrapped with mine as he leans in until he's directly over me, pinning me to the ground while his cock sends wave after wave of electric blue pleasure up and down my body. I can just make out his face in the moonlight, and he's so intent, capturing me with his eyes, capturing my soul forever.
His hips speed up, and we're climbing higher, toward the inevitable finale, and I draw him in more and more, wanting every bit of this man, wanting it to never end. I want him forever, as silly as that sounds, and I want him as mine. "Troy . . ."
Suddenly, I'm coming again, and it's different than the first time. It's deeper, more soul shaking, and I see everything, feel every nerve in my body cry out in happiness as Troy shudders, and we collapse onto the blanket.
We lay in each other's arms, and I feel a little regret that it’s now over. I didn't want it to ever end. "You’re amazing," I whisper, stroking his face. "I love you, Troy Wood." It came out so easy, like I’d already said it a thousand times, and I loved the sound of it coming out of my mouth.
"I love you, Whitney Nelson," Troy says back, and I grab him tight, never wanting to let go. We don't say anything else, but just hold each other until the two of us drift off to sleep, waking only long enough to pull the second blanket on top and to readjust for the night.
Best birthday ever.
Chapter 8
Troy
There's nothing in the cabinets, yet again. I'm losing weight, I know it, and I can't keep going like this. Practice is too tough, and I'm burning too many calories each day. I can barely stay awake in class. I have so little energy, and even Whitney is starting to notice. Coach is right. I can't survive on pizza and school lunch.
"I'm going out," I say, reaching for my keys. I've only got a quarter tank of gas, but it's all I've got. Fuck it, maybe I can scam Russ's mom into letting me stay for dinner.
"Get in here, boy," Dad says, and I try to ignore him, but I sigh and turn around. Who knows, he doesn't sound all that drunk yet. Maybe he has something useful to say.
"What do you need, Dad?" I ask, surprised to see him off the couch. He's still wearing the same dirty t-shirt from yesterday, though, and the funk that drifts off him tells me its been longer since he had a shower.
"Gimme the money you stole," Dad says, his voice quavering. "I know you stole twenty bucks from my wallet. Give it back!"
"I didn't take any money from you. You used it a week ago, remember? That stuff you brought home in the box, whatever it was? Smelled like turpentine and paint thinner?"
Dad gets in my face, his eyes bloodshot, and I wonder if maybe he's got the DTs. He's certainly been forced to pull back on the booze this month. We're going fucking broke. The only reason I still drive my car to school every day is because I'm worried if I leave it at home, I'm going to come back from practice one day and find that Dad's hawked it for booze money. "You're getting a smart mouth, you son of a bitch. You ain't cursing much anymore, and you've been acting uppity more and more. That little twat that I hear you talking to on the phone making you think you're more than a shit stain on the planet? Or are you stealing money from me to pay for some pussy?"