part0010

“Paige, allow me to be a dad. And right now, I’m a dad who can’t believe how grown up his little girl has gotten. You look beautiful, honey.”

I blush a little—I’m a daddy’s girl through and through. “Thanks, Daddy.”

“When will Jack be here?” my mom asks while pulling out her camera.

As if on cue, the doorbell rings, and Jack is standing on the other side in a navy blue suit. Jesus, he cleans up well. I mean, I love him in a pair of jeans and a T-shirt with his letterman jacket over it, but this cleaned up look is…yummy. His eyes light up, and he inhales sharply when he sees me in my form-fitting, short, navy blue dress with just a hint of cleavage.

“Paige, you look gorgeous.”

I smile brightly at him. “Thank you. You don’t look so bad yourself.”

“You ready to go?”

“Not quite yet, you two.” My mom stops us. “I want some pictures.”

The thumping of pop music blares from the speakers set up at the DJ booth when we enter the school gym, where the homecoming dance is being held. It’s decorated with glow in the dark stars and big, round Styrofoam balls that have been painted to look like planets. It’s a galaxy theme to go with the tagline “Out of This World.” It’s totally cheesy, but the room looks stunning. They’ve got string lights set up, so it’s romantic, but also faintly looks like they could be stars in the sky.

Jack and I dance and laugh through more than a dozen songs before I decide I’ve experienced enough of homecoming. We posed for pictures, danced, hung out with friends. Now, I just want to get him alone and finish what we started last night.

We go to our favorite spot—a park with a lot of big, beautiful trees that offer privacy and rarely has anyone around this late at night. The second Jack puts the car in park, we start frantically pawing at each other. I’m relieved to see that I’m not the only one feeling like this. Jack can’t seem to get enough of me, and frankly, I can’t get enough of him either.

I can’t help but wonder if this is normal, to want someone this desperately and passionately even though we’re only sixteen.

I’m distracted from my thoughts as Jack’s mouth crashes against mine. His lips press hard against my own as his tongue darts out to glide along the seam of my lips, before sliding inside. Our tongues continue the dance they’ve perfected while his hands roam over my body. I feverishly try to undo the buttons of his shirt, desperate to feel my skin on his. My whole body is vibrating with need, and it almost feels like I’m on fire. I didn’t know it was possible to want someone this badly.

He breaks from my lips, his mouth kissing and sucking down my neck to my collarbone, while his fingers urgently wrap around my back to pull my zipper down. With his shirt undone, I roam my hands up and down the flat, toned planes of his stomach. He lets out a shuddering breath—I love how my touch affects him.

“Fuck, Paige. What are you doing to me?” His lips barely leave my skin as he speaks, his fingers gently tugging down the top of my dress. “I never want to stop touching you.”

I whisper seductively in his ear, “Then don’t.”

I don’t know where this wanton version of me comes from, but I’m kind of loving it. Jack makes me feel incredibly confident and sexy. I’m never embarrassed to be forward with him or tell him what I want. I’ve overheard other girls talking about faking it with their boyfriends or just doing what their boyfriends want to do, and I can’t imagine why they would stay with those guys. It’s never once been like that with Jack.

I slide my hands down his abs, following his happy trail, and begin unbuckling his pants. Slipping my hand underneath his boxers, I wrap my fingers around his hard as steel, yet velvety soft erection causing him to groan loudly before whispering my name with a tone of astonished reverence. It doesn’t take long for Jack to fall apart, and it’s a heady feeling knowing that I can bring him to his knees like this.

He turns to me, his eyes half-lidded with lust and satisfaction. “Your turn.”

One thing I love most about my intimacy with Jack is that the pleasure isn’t one-sided. Apparently, that’s rare for a high school relationship like ours.

Jack slips my panties down my legs and slides his hands up. The pleasure I feel when I’m with him is unreal. I never knew I could feel like this. There literally aren’t enough words to describe how amazing it is, but the problem is I never want it to stop. I feel like I’m getting addicted to Jack and the incredible feelings he evokes. Suddenly, he rotates his fingers inside me and starts hitting a spot that triggers blinding pleasure. I explode around him and collapse back against the seat, completely blissed out.

When I finally open my eyes, Jack is smiling at me. “I love watching you come. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

I give him a sated smile. “You’re more than welcome to make me come as much as you want.”

He leans across the console to kiss me deeply. “I love you, Paige.”

“I love you too,” I sigh, content in this moment with the boy I love more than anything.

He pulls back, giving me his gorgeous lopsided grin before he sits back in his seat and starts buttoning his pants.

“What are you doing?”

“Buckling my pants. What’s it look like I’m doing?”

I put my hand on his belt to stop him. “What if I want more?”

“Yeah. I’ve been thinking about it a lot. I think…I think I’m ready for us to go all the way.”

“Paige…” His voice is pained, and all my confidence immediately evaporates.

“You don’t want to?”

I can tell he hears the insecurity in my tone because he immediately cups my face in his hands and leans his forehead against mine. “Paige, I want nothing more than to go all the way with you. But I’m not going to take your virginity in the backseat of my car. You deserve way more than that. I also don’t want to do it until you are for sure ready. I won’t push you into this. But please don’t ever doubt how badly I want to be with you like that, because I do. Desperately. I promise when the time is right, and we’re both sure, we’ll lose our virginity together, okay?”

I nod my head and whisper, “Okay.”

I love Jack more than anything—there’s no doubt in my mind about that—but he’s probably right; it’s too soon. We’ve only been together for two months. Having sex is a big deal, and I really don’t want to lose my virginity in the backseat of his car. I always imagined it would be somewhere romantic and special.

Once again, I’m thankful that Jack is the one I’m experiencing all this with. He doesn’t pressure me, and he knows me well enough to know what I really want and need. We can wait. He’s still going to be my first—and hopefully my only. We have plenty of time before we take that next step.