When Meg woke up the following day, she relived every detail of the night before. The few hours she had spent with John were amazing. She couldn’t believe they finally had some time alone together. Then she thought about Sarah and Will. She realized now that she should have told them she was leaving. What am I going to tell them? They will be so pissed at me for leaving early. Should I say something about what happened between John and me? No, what would be the point? She settled back into the comfort of her bed and thought about the noise in the woods. Maybe a part of me wanted things to stop, maybe the sounds I heard in the trees weren’t real. Perhaps my mind was playing tricks on me. No, she knew that wasn’t it. She wanted him desperately. She had always wanted him. Meg couldn’t shake the idea that someone had been watching her for a while now. But she paid no attention and shook off the eerie feeling.
The phone rang and she quickly reached over and grabbed for the receiver. She heard Sarah on the other end of the line talking with her mom. She interrupted their polite conversation. “I got it, Mom,” she said, listening patiently for her to say good bye. “Hey, Sarah, what’s up?’’
“Meg, what happened to you last night? Why the hell did you leave so early? You should have stuck around, we had such a great time. You always manage to disappear like that. What the hell!”
“Sarah, please, not now. I’ve got so much shit to do today. Can we talk about this later?”
“Well,” she said, clearly annoyed, “I just find it odd that every time John and Lynn show up, you disappear; it pisses me off. Oh, and Will went looking for you, he took off on his dirt bike. He must have been gone for at least two freaking hours. He was pissed, Meg.”
“You think I left because John and Lynn were there? That’s not why I left, Sarah. Will threw me in the pool, and after the alcohol wore off, I didn’t feel like hanging around.” For a second, she thought about telling Sarah of her unexpected encounter with Will in his room and then thought better of it. She didn’t want him feeling uncomfortable, and they seemed to work things out in the end. She would definitely tell her about John, but not until later when they were together. “Listen, Sarah, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap at you. Why don’t you come by tonight and pick me up? We’ll go to the restaurant and grab a bite to eat and talk about our plans for next weekend.”
“Okay, I’ll pick you up at seven in the evening, be ready. But you better have a good excuse for leaving the party.”
“Sarah,” Meg yelled back in to the phone, “Don’t hang up, wait a sec.”
“Yeah, I’m still here. What is it?”
“I didn’t even ask you about your night. You seemed pretty tight with Ethan.”
“Aside from the fact that you left, the night turned out pretty good. Ethan is—you know what, it’s a long story, and I’ll fill you in over dinner.”
“Okay, I’ll see you then,” they both hung up.
Meg rolled over to the other side of the bed, closed her eyes, and reminisced about last night again and all that had happened. Finally, I kissed him, after two years of dreaming what it would be like, I did it! She recalled clearly how soft and moist his lips were against her own and against her skin. There was no denying the desire they both felt. Being with him, even for that short amount of time, was better than she could ever have imagined.
* * * *
After a productive day of getting things in order and picking up a few items in preparation of her move, Meg managed to ship off two more boxes to her cousin in Toronto. She jumped in the shower and absorbed the feel of the hot water. God, that feels good after running around in this Godforsaken heat. She thought about John. What if I don’t see him again before I leave town? She let out a sigh of regret and took in a deep breath before she continued washing her hair. There has to be some way to be alone with him again, just once before I leave.
* * * *
“Meggie, Sarah’s outside waiting,” her mom shouted out from the kitchen below. She took one last look at herself in the mirror before grabbing her purse and headed downstairs.
With the music on blast, Sarah’s head bobbed back and forth as she sang along to the music. Laughing, Meg took the passenger seat and settled in. Sarah lowered her sunglasses, as she always did when Meg opened the car door. “What are you laughing at?” she yelled over the roar of the music.
“You, Sarah. You can’t carry a tune to save your life.” Meg said laughing at her and meaning every word of it. Her friend might be beautiful but would never have a career in music.
“I know, right? But who gives a shit?” Sarah said, laughing back at her before continuing to sing along.
Meg reached over to the volume control and turned the music down so they could hear one another.
“So, tell me, Meg, why do you look so different today? Who were you with last night?” She poked Meg in the ribs knowingly and a big smile appeared across her face.
Meg angled herself toward Sarah and was taken off guard at her question. “You know? He told you? I can’t believe it. What did he say?”
“I’ll tell you at the restaurant. It’s going to be busy and I’d like to get our usual spot.” Sarah pulled out of the driveway. “I’ll tell you all about my conversation with John this afternoon when we get there.” She wiggled her eyebrows at Meg.
Ten minutes later, time seemed to come to a crawl as Meg waited impatiently to hear what John told Sarah about their midnight rendezvous. The waitress guided them to their usual spot next to a window overlooking the front parking lot. She took their drink and dinner order and let them know she would be back in less than two minutes with their beverages. Meg remained quiet, not wanting to engage in a conversation until the waitress delivered their drinks.
Their drinks came quickly, and the second the waitress left their table, Meg was bursting at the seams and couldn’t wait any longer. The anticipation was killing her. “Okay, give it up. What did he say to you?” she whispered across the table. With both elbows on the table, she leaned closer to Sarah. She didn’t want to miss a word.
“I promised him I wouldn’t say a word to you about this, so we did not have this conversation, okay?”
“I swear, I won’t say a thing,” Meg assured her.
“John came by the house today after lunch and wanted to talk to me. It was about you.” Sarah smiled knowing that Meg would be pleased to hear what John had to say.
“Oh? And what did he say exactly?”
“He told me he was with you last night. I asked if anything happened between you two, but he refused to give me any of the dirty details, so you will have to fill me in on that part. You know, Meg, he really, and I mean really, likes you.”
“Yeah, well I have to admit, last night was really nice, but he still has a girlfriend, Sarah. Not to mention it’s a little too late to discover his feelings for me now when I’m about to leave for university.”
“Meg, come on. Cut the guy some slack. You’re leaving in less than two weeks, what’s he supposed to do? Lynn has one year left in high school and then she’s moving out of the state to go to university in Michigan. John mentioned he’s leaving shortly after you. He’s moving to Boston with his older brother. He’s going to university there. He’s taking engineering and figured this would be as good a time as any to move on.”
“He’s actually leaving town, seriously? He didn’t mention any of this to me last night. So what will happen with Lynn?”
“Well, he said that his relationship with Lynn will be over at the end of this summer. Lynn doesn’t know that yet, but he said it’s inevitable. He also mentioned he doesn’t love her and has no intentions of carrying on a long distance relationship, at least not with her.”
“Oh, Sarah, why didn’t he leave her two years ago? This really sucks,” Meg said with disappointment clear in her voice.
She sat back in her seat and stared out to the parking lot, feeling as though she’d lost it all. Sarah reached over the table and placed her hand on Meg’s. “Meg, look at me,” she insisted. She looked Meg in the eye, with heaviness in her heart she continued. “He said if he could take back the last two years of his life, he would in a heartbeat. But it’s too late for that now, he wasn’t even sure you felt the same way until these last few months.”
“Why? What changed in the last few months?” That caught Meg’s attention.
“You know what, Meg? I’m not sure exactly what changed, but from the outside looking in, it’s evident you two have feelings for one another. Anyone with a set of eyes can see that. When you’re both in the same room, I see the stolen looks exchanged between the two of you. I see you both checking one another out when the other isn’t looking.”
Tears stung Meg’s eyes, but she managed to hold them back. “What else did he say?”
“He said life sucks and that he’s an idiot and, of course, I agreed.” Sarah chuckled, but she was filled with sadness for her closest friend as she continued. “He said that considering you are both leaving soon, he may as well stay with Lynn until the end of the summer. He feels there’s no point in breaking it off with her when they’re both about to part ways in two weeks anyways. He’d rather save the drama with her until then, but he’s planning on breaking it off with her for good before he goes.”
“Just my luck, huh, Sarah. But you know, if I did start dating him now, I would have followed him anywhere and who knows, maybe I would have ended up in Boston, living his dream and forgetting mine. So, I guess it’s all for the best that it turned out this way.” Meg knew it was far too late for her and John, the reality of it was clear now, and she would deal with it. Despite all of this, she still wanted to be with him one last time before they went their separate ways.
“Meg, I’m sorry. I wish things could have worked out differently. He really is a great guy. I think you would have made an amazing couple.”
“I don’t know if I’ll ever find anyone that compares to him, Sarah.” Tears filled her eyes, and Sarah sensed they were about to spill over so she handed Meg a napkin. Meg wiped away the few that escaped.
“Come on,” Sarah said. “Don’t do this to yourself. You are going to have an amazing future, Meg. One day, you’ll look back at all of this and it will be a distant memory. You’ll find someone amazing when the time is right. I promise you.”
“You think so?” Meg managed in return. “Did he say anything at all to you about last night?”
“No, he refused to tell me anything, but whatever it was, it sure put a hell of a smile on his face. I wanted to ask him a million questions, but he refused to give in.”
“There’s not much to tell. I kept hearing things in the woods, and a bad feeling came over me. We fooled around, kissed and God, Sarah, he must of set every part of me on fire. If it weren’t for the noises I heard and that uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach, I would have a smile from ear to ear today.”
“Jesus, Meg, you really are going to leave here a virgin. Just do it already. He’ll be so gentle with you, and I know he will. Wouldn’t it be nice to say good-bye to him that way. He could be your first, and you will remember it forever. What exactly are you scared of anyway? There’s nothing to it. You open your legs, he sticks his cock in, and the way he feels about you, it’ll be over in three seconds flat,” she laughed.
Meg shook her head at the vulgar words that came out of her friend’s mouth. She wasn’t surprised. With Sarah, there were no filters. “Jesus, Sarah, you’re too much. Can’t you think of a better name for a penis than that? Come on, that word sounds so nasty.”
Sarah threw her head back in laughter pointing her finger at Meg. “You need to get laid, that’s exactly what you need. Look, regardless of his staying with her until the end of the summer, we should try and work out something where the two of you can hook up again. I know there’s very little time to work out some sort of diversion to get him away from her for a night, but I’ll think of something. One night is all you need, it’s better than nothing. What do you think?”
“Do you have any idea how badly I want him to be my first? God, Sarah, last night, being with him, was amazing and we were so close. You didn’t tell him I’m still a virgin, did you? Please tell me you didn’t tell him that,” Meg pleaded.
Sarah let out an annoyed breath of air. “Come on, Meg. What do you take me for? I wouldn’t tell him that. Besides, it’s embarrassing that my best friend is eighteen years old and still a virgin.” She laughed, but stopped the moment she saw the effect her words had on Meg and she apologized.
Meg rolled her eyes and turned her head to look away for a moment and stared blankly outside the window.
“Come on, I was joking. Lighten up. Don’t be mad.”
“I’m not mad. I just wish last night could have turned out differently, that’s all.”
After filling Sarah in on every last detail, Sarah shook her head at Meg with a frown on her face. “That’s it, I have to set you two up, and I have less than two weeks to do it.” Meg watched as Sarah’s mind went a million miles a minute trying her best to devise a plan.
* * * *
Dinner arrived. Both Sarah and Meg dug in right away. They were starving. Very few words were exchanged between them while they devoured the food in front of them. “I am so going to miss the food here,” Sarah blurted out.
Meg looked at her, “I know, right?” Their bellies were full, and Meg struck up another conversation with Sarah. “So, enough about me, how was your night?”
“I was wondering when you were going to ask. It was so good, I slept with Ethan,” she blurted out right away with a big sexy grin and her eyes half closed as she thought about her night. “He’s so fucking hot. I had no idea he would be that great in bed.”
“I kind of figured you would end up with him last night. He’s pretty hot and so into you. He’s also a really nice guy. He hangs out with Will a lot.”
”Yeah, well, he is freaking hot.” Sarah studied Meg with a peculiar look. “What made you think I would end up with him last night?”
“Are you kidding me? When you took off your clothes to get in the pool, did you not see him literally throw the girl he was carrying off his shoulders the minute he saw you in that bikini.”
Both Meg and Sarah laughed, and Sarah filled her in on the details of her night with Ethan. Apparently, they woke up naked in Will’s brother’s old bedroom. After lots of hot and sweaty sex, Sarah dropped Ethan off at home around five in the morning.
* * * *
The next week flew by like a blur. Sarah, Will, and Meg hung out pretty much every day. Will finally managed to get past the fact that Meg left the party early that night. He was pissed, and Meg sensed a little hurt. She didn’t dare tell him anything about John; Meg figured it would have annoyed the hell out of him. They spent all week packing and talking about moving on, promising to keep in touch with one another and to come home at least once every two years. Later during the week, Sarah confessed to Meg that Will did in fact find out she was with John the night of the party. But he didn’t say much to Sarah about it, other than how disappointed he was. He never did bring it up to Meg.
Meg was sad about leaving her family. She was definitely going to miss them, certainly miss her mom’s cooking and her dad’s big arms that wrapped protectively around her. Meg was equally close to both of them. Being an only child meant their entire world evolved around their daughter. Meg assured them she would visit as often as she could. Her parents sat her down a few days before she was ready to leave. They had opened a savings account for her when she was born and had been putting money away for her education since that time. Meg was thankful and hugged them both. She figured based on the amount they had set aside, it would get her through at least five years of university provided she was careful. She would have to look for a part-time job once she got settled in, but knowing she had some money available certainly put her mind at ease.
Meg was counting the days down when she realized she had only a few more days left before leaving. She couldn’t wait to see her cousin Eva again who was still playing the field, dating and enjoying her job and partying in between. Eva was one year older, and she had hung out with Sarah, Will, and Meg quite a bit before she left town over a year ago. She landed a job she really liked with a large corporation overseeing payroll and administration. Even though she was top of her class in high school, she had no desire to go to college or university. She seemed happy and content with her life and the direction it was going. She sang at a bar downtown on weekends which gave her a welcoming opportunity to show off her beautiful voice. Eva had dreamed of being a singer one day.
The phone rang, bringing Meg back to reality. It was Sarah. “Hey, Birthday Girl, what are you up to?” she squealed into the phone.
“Oh, hey, Sarah. Can you believe I’m officially eighteen years old now? I’m so excited. So what are the plans for tonight?” They always made the effort to plan something for one another on their birthdays.
“Well, as luck should have it, Ethan called me late last night and asked what we had planned. He’s having a get-together at his house around eight this evening. I told him I would check with you first and get back to him. He invited us over if you’re interested. What do you think?”
“Sounds good. Who’s going to be there?”
“Will, Jake, Joe, and a few others as well. He said we’ll know everyone there. It’s a small group, nothing too big.”
“Perfect. What time should I be ready for you to pick me up?”
“Eight will be good, it’s a hot one tonight, so wear very little!” They both laughed. Just as Meg was about to hang up, she yelled into the receiver, “Wait! Sarah?” Let your mom know you’re sleeping at my house tonight, my parents are away at the cottage and not back until Monday.”
“Oh, okay, sounds great,” she said before ending the call.
* * * *
At precisely eight in the evening Meg found herself sitting outside on the veranda. She smiled to herself at the realization that for once, she was waiting for Sarah! At the very last minute, she reconsidered what she was wearing and decided to run back upstairs and change. Maybe jeans are too heavy for this evening, Sarah was right, it’s stifling hot out there. She chose a black strappy sundress that hugged her breasts perfectly, her cleavage displayed nicely, thin spaghetti straps hung over her shoulders and the skirt hung midway between her thigh and knee. It was a sexy look. She grabbed her salmon-colored wedges and purse to match and made it just in time to meet Sarah as she pulled in the driveway.
Sarah looked great, of course, in tight black shorts, a black strapless tank top, and flat black sandals. Her legs were long and tanned, Sarah hated wearing heels; she complained they made her taller than most guys, so she tried her best to stay away from them.
* * * *
Ethan met them at the front door and took one look at Sarah before he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her close to his chest for a hug. He swept his lips softly over hers and placed his hand securely around her waist and took her inside. Meg followed closely behind. Ethan looked her way. “Hey, Meg. Happy birthday,” he said and pulled away from Sarah for a moment to give Meg a quick peck on the cheek. “Make yourself at home, the party seems to have started downstairs. I’ll be right down with Sarah, just give us a minute, if that’s okay?” He looked at Meg with a glimmer of hope in his eyes.
“Of course, go ahead. I’ll see you two in a bit.” Meg headed downstairs and thought of how lucky Sarah was to have someone like Ethan look at her like that. He was so into her. Too bad she’s leaving for New York soon. Meg thought they would have worked out. They were perfect together. She had to admit that although she was happy for her friend; something told her that for the first time since she’d known Sarah, that Sarah will have a hell of time breaking away from this one.
Just when Meg’s right foot was about to land on the tiled floor at the bottom of the stairs leading into the basement, she was greeted by Will and a bunch of other friends singing “Happy Birthday.” They all took their turn to hug and kiss her. Will handed her a vodka and cranberry, he knew it was her favorite. He curled his long fingers around her upper arm and led her directly toward the bar. “Holy shit,” Meg looked up at Will and laughed. “Who set this up? There must be at least twenty shooters sitting across this bar.”
Will gave her a hug and kissed the top of her head. “Oh, these are all for you, but as always, you know I’m here for you. So let’s get started, shall we?” he said with a devilish grin. Time went by rather quickly, and just before eleven, Meg heard heavy footsteps thumping down the stairs. In walked John Lake. Her heart skipped a beat and then pounded in her chest. She stilled herself. Barely able to breathe, she took in the very sight of him. With tight fitted jeans and a black T-shirt, he was sexier than hell. Their eyes met across the room and they both smiled as he headed straight for her.
After absorbing the look of him, she noticed he was alone. He curled those big hands of his around her waist and stood back just enough to take her in with his gaze before lowering his head and whispering in her ear. “Hey, Birthday Girl, you look hot in that dress.”
“How did you know it was my birthday?” She felt silly for asking, but it was the only response she could think of at the moment. What she really wanted to do was crawl up that hot body of his and lay a kiss on those perfect lips.
“I have my ways of finding out things about you.” He leaned in closer and Meg’s heart raced in her chest again, she thought he was going to kiss her. He lowered his voice to a whisper. “How about we leave here and you meet me out back? My truck is parked on the side of the street.”
He moved back, loosening his hold on her waist and searched her eyes for an answer. Butterflies settled in her stomach as she watched him and realized what this meant. They would finally be alone again. “Give me two minutes. You go ahead. I need to let Sarah know I’m leaving or she’ll be worried if she can’t find me later.” He didn’t get a chance to answer before Meg took off up the stairs. Dizzy from excitement, she let Sarah know she was leaving with John. Sarah hugged her. “Happy birthday, Meg. Have fun,” she kissed Meg on the cheek and looked at her with a sheepish grin. “I hope you get what you wish for,” she said. “Did you let Will know you were leaving?”
“Actually, I didn’t think of it. I’m not even sure where he is. He might be out front. A few of the guys are out there. Can you let him know I left?”
“Yes, of course I will. Now get going,” she patted Meg on the ass, willing her to leave.
Meg was thankful that Sarah would let Will know she had left. Not that it mattered one way or another, but she kind of felt bad for up and leaving like this without saying a word. Meg walked away knowing full well that Sarah had set this up, and she made a mental note to thank her later.
It was dark and the traffic was minimal. Meg spotted John’s black pickup truck right away. She walked across the street and reached for the handle to open the door and realized he’d beaten her to it when the door swung open. She stepped into the truck and smoothed the dress underneath her bottom while she eased onto the seat. She buckled her seat belt and found herself unable to breathe. He did that to her. Meg felt his stare; she could always feel him staring at her when they were in the same room, no matter how much distance there was between them. She continued to look straight ahead and knew if she took one look in his direction her seat belt would come undone and she would be over there straddling him in no time flat. God, he’s so dreamy.
She was a little nervous and decided to remain quiet. In her head two thoughts took precedence. Tonight is my eighteenth birthday and I am definitely having sex with John Lake. After letting the pent up air out of her lungs, Meg inhaled slowly. She could smell him. He smelled like fresh air and spice, and she couldn’t seem to breathe him in quickly enough. They headed toward Meg’s part of town, and she was surprised when he turned in to her driveway. With a confused look on her face, she turned to him. The truck came to a complete stop. After cutting the engine and turning the headlights off, he turned to face her. “Sarah told me your parents are away for the weekend. I was hoping I could come in for a while, if that’s okay with you?”
Shaking his head, he looked through the front windshield with both hands wrapped around the steering wheel, he continued, “I tried staying away from you, I swear, but I can’t stop thinking about you. You’re leaving here in less than a week, and I don’t know if I’ll ever see you again. I need to be with you, Meggie, and I know firsthand how we respond to one another.” He tilted his head to the side and looked at her. “I know how good it could be. I’ve never wanted anyone as badly as I want you.” The look in his eyes told her everything she needed to know. There was no doubt in her mind he wanted her just as badly as she wanted him.
“Just one night,” he said. “That’s all I ask. I want to take you inside that house, lay you down on your bed, and feel every inch of you as I explore that beautiful body of yours. Hell, Meggie, I would be happy to just sit and watch you sleep if you’ll let me stay the night.” She held eye contact with him; excitement coursed through her body as she watched his knuckles whiten from his grip on the steering wheel.
Hanging off every word he said, Meg watched him carefully. He turned and stared straight ahead and she couldn’t help but notice how perfect his profile was. Meg knew John was a good person. What other young man would stick around for an entire year after high school to watch over his brother and sister? Their safety came first to him. Every choice he made was made for them. Now that Julie was going off to nursing school and his little brother off to university, he could finally move on. He gave so much of himself to his family. If I don’t go through with this now, I will never get the chance to know what it feels like to be with him. I always wanted him to be my first. Just this once, that’s all I want. As scared as Meg was, she couldn’t deny the need to be with him. She hadn’t as much as looked at another guy since that night two years ago behind the church. She reached out and touched his arm and he turned to her. “Come on, let’s go inside.” She leaned over to kiss his cheek but he turned in time to capture her lips. The kiss was gentle and soft, it felt right.
It seemed to take forever to get that damn key out of her purse. Meg cursed in frustration and finally managed to fit the key into the lock. She realized then that the door wasn’t secured. Although it was odd, she figured her parents must have left it unlocked. She thought wearily to herself for a brief moment before she let it go and reminded herself she was safe here. Crime was very rare in Door County so she put her mind at ease with that little thought and focused her attention back to John.
They both stepped inside and Meg turned to lock the door. She was about to ask him if he would like a drink when she found herself pinned against the door, his long body pressed into hers from behind. She could feel his erection straining against the small of her back and her head fell back to rest on his chest. His hands explored her body, and she reacted immediately to his touch.
John pulled her hair away from her neck and trailed a line of kisses along her jawbone down to the crook of her neck and across her shoulders. Nerve endings awakened in Meg that she never knew existed until now. Quivering from the sensation of the heat that escaped past his lips, her pussy throbbed in anticipation and warm liquid spilled between her thighs as he continued to explore her.
She lost herself completely. Submerged in pleasure, her only focus was John. His hand wandered lower and his fingers dug in to her ass. His other hand moved around her neck and he swept her up in to his arms and headed for the stairs. Meg panted for air. Barely able to think, she managed to whisper. “My bedroom is the second door on the right upstairs.” She returned the caresses, touching him wherever she could manage in the position he held her in. She kissed his neck and took in the smell of him. She was ready and had waited for this moment for what felt like forever.
The lamp in the corner of the room glowed softly and John carried Meg to the bed. His knee pressed into the mattress and dipped from his full weight. He gently laid her down before standing again. He stood there for a long moment and everything went completely silent between them. Passion filled the air and Meg’s heart skipped a beat as she took in every nuance of his gorgeous face and the darkness of his lust-filled eyes.
He bent down once again and gently kissed her forehead. Without uttering a word, he removed his jean jacket, loosened the belt of his jeans and tugged the lower part of his shirt out from the waist before quickly and effectively pulling it up and over his head in one quick motion. Holy shit, he was perfect. Tall, with well-defined muscles, he stood before her.
His upper body was smooth with a light sprinkle of hair across his chest. His muscles were well-defined and so perfect! She imagined her hands splayed over his soft skin, exploring the hardness of every muscle. Meg lost her mind when he looked down at her; no one had ever looked at her with such hunger. His eyes were fixed on her and his desire evident by the bulge in his jeans. He loosened the top button of his jeans, and she almost swallowed her tongue at the site of him. She watched his every movement and slowly she drank him in. She wanted to remember every second of this moment, to relive every detail over and over in her head. Her heart constricted at the very thought of not seeing him again, but she was determined to make sure he was her first—the one she saved herself for, the one that would be a part of her forever.
He didn’t remove his jeans completely as she had hoped; her gaze followed the fine line of dark hair that trailed down and disappeared inside the denim. His stomach was flat, muscled, and well defined. Damn, he’s hot. His legs hugged the side of the mattress closely, and he pushed Meg gently back on to the pillow before he lowered his long hot body over hers. Resting his elbows on either side of her shoulders, he tucked his arms under hers. His hands reached up and secured both sides of her face, and he stared deep into the very soul of her. Meg found him intriguing, his dark hazel eyes were heavy lidded, and she could sense his need to devour her. The hardness of his erection was clear evidence of how much he wanted her at that very moment.
His thumb swept tenderly across Meg’s lower lip before pushing its way into her mouth. She took the single digit gently into her mouth and swirled her tongue around the tip of his thumb before letting go. He hissed and watched her mouth. His pupils dilated; the color darkened and almost disappeared.
“Meggie, you’re so fucking hot. I just want to lick you from head to toe, I don’t know where to start,” he said in a whisper. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you since that night at the waterfall. Your lips,” he kissed each corner of her mouth before pulling back to look at her again. “The bluest eyes I’ve ever seen,” he kissed each eye, leaving a moist residue from his luscious mouth. “Your long silky hair,” he continued and combed his fingers slowly through the strands before moving back to caress each side of her face, telling her how soft her skin was and, “Your tongue.” His lips caressed hers softy, encouraging her lips to part until he found what he was looking for. Their tongues touched playfully in a slow sensual dance. He pulled back once more. “Everything about you gets me hard,” he said in low growl. He ground his cock against her clit. “Feel that, Meggie? That’s what you do to me every time I see you.”
Oh God, yes, I feel everything. “John,” she panted out, losing herself in the magic of the moment.
“Do you have any idea what I want to do to that perfect little body of yours? Are you ready for me, Meggie? Please tell me you are, because once I get a taste of you, I won’t have the will power to stop myself from taking all of you.”
Holy shit. He blew her away with his words. What do I say to that, how do I respond? She looked up at him and linked both her arms around his neck before pulling his lips down to meet hers. There was no need for words anymore. Her body was doing all the talking now. Meg was filled with hunger, her tongue ached for his, sensual sounds escaped her throat, and John kissed her harder. She tilted her pelvis up toward his hard cock and ground in to him.
He took control of the kiss and swallowed every moan that escaped Meg’s throat with his mouth crashing down on hers. Over and over, their tongues met, caressed, stroked. He tasted so good; they devoured one another completely. Both their lips were swollen from the frantic kisses shared between them. His tongue swiped gently over the outside of her lips, encouraging them to part so that he could explore her mouth over and over again. She opened up to him easily enough. She wanted every part of him inside of her. In fact, she couldn’t seem to get enough of him. He broke away and pulled himself up on his knees directly in front of her. He settled himself between her legs, and Meg’s knees parted to either side of him. Her dress had already worked itself up over her waist and her panties were now completely exposed to him.
He lowered his hands and tugged the dress upward and over Meg’s body. “Lift up. I have to get this dress off of you. I want to see all of you, touch all of you.” He pulled the dress quickly up her body where it rested around her neck. She lifted her head enough for John to completely remove the material. He threw the dress to floor next to his shirt and sat back. He stared at her, took in every detail from head to toe. Then he rolled over on his side and lifted his head to rest on the palm of his hand.
What are you thinking? Tell me, I want to hear every thought that fills your head, John Lake.
One long finger traced the outline of her bra and over her aching breasts. Her nipples hardened from his touch and ached for his mouth. He continued to trail his finger gently from one to the other then down to the hollow in between. She shivered in appreciation of his touch and he looked into her eyes and smiled. Their eyes remained connected while he continued to caress her skin everywhere. Finally, he reached under her and unclasped her bra. Her breasts were now bared to him and he looked away from her face to the full mounds that were seeking his attention. She watched as he sucked in a breath just before he touched one nipple then the other. He tweaked each nipple one at a time between his fingertips. Meg nearly jumped off the bed from the sensations that wracked through her body at each hard pinch. Take me, John. Take me now, please.
Leaning down, he took one of her nipples into his mouth. He swiped his tongue softly over one nipple then the other before finally taking her into his mouth. Oh my God. That feels so good. Please don’t stop doing that, please, John, don’t stop. She pushed her breast further into his mouth and warm liquid spilled between her thighs and her inner muscles clenched uncontrollably, wanting desperately to be filled by him. Her panties were drenched, and she wanted him closer; she wanted to feel his hard erection against her. With both hands, she pulled him downward so that his weight was on top of her; she desperately wanted to rub herself against him, to feel his hard length against her throbbing sex. Meg was overwhelmed with the need for him to be buried deep inside her.
“John, I need—”
He caught on quickly. He could see the desperate look in her eyes, heard the fast panting of her breath in his ear. Her body arched toward him. “I can’t take it anymore, please,” she begged him.
He moved to the other breast and followed through with the same torment, then lower, leaving a trail of wet kisses down to the waistband of her panties and straight to her sex. His breath was hot at her entrance, his tongue slid over the material that covered her sex and oh my, he lingered there, forcing his tongue to press harder on that one spot driving her absolutely wild for him.
Oh yeah, right there, just a little harder. Then he moved away, sat up on his knees and stared down at her with a look of pure male hunger. God, this is pure torture. Meg felt as though she was on a roller coaster ride, quickly on her way down from the top, then all of sudden, the ride stops. Anticipation hung heavily in the air and she was left feeling completely and utterly breathless, every inch of her on fire.
Finally, he hooked his thumb into the waistband of her panties pulling them down slowly. He sucked in his breath and took in the view laid out in front of him. Her panties slid past her knees and over her ankles until finally they were completely off and thrown aside. His look told her everything; he leaned his hard muscled body over hers once again holding himself on each side with his elbows to ensure he didn’t crush her with his weight. His erection strained heavily through his jeans and dug into her sex. Meg felt as though she had been waiting for this moment all her life, but she couldn’t help but feel a little nervous about losing her virginity. She reached down without thinking and did what felt natural. She hooked both thumbs on either side of his jeans and pulled them downward along with his briefs, the material settling at his knees.
His lips covered hers, his tongue desperate and hungry as he devoured her. Meg struggled to work his jeans down past his knees, she moved both feet up on either side of him and managed to get her toes into the waist and pushed them completely off until she heard them fall to the floor. There was nothing between them now, skin to skin his erection lingered at her entrance and rubbed against her wet folds, upward to her clit. Spasms presented themselves within her womb and she didn’t know if she could hold off any longer.
There was no more time for fooling around; Meg had grown desperate enough and she knew he felt the same. Regrettably, he pulled away from her lips and she watched as he moved around and found what he was looking for. He pulled a foil packet out of the pocket of his jeans; following that she heard the sound of foil ripping open and there he was, like a God, all man, all naked and all hers, at least right now he was. She sat up on her elbows a little, to get a peek at him. Wow. His erection stood straight out, bobbing up and down, reaching just below his belly button; he was long. Short, black curls boldly nestled itself around his shaft. Feeling a little uneasy at the fact that he would most likely tear her apart now that she had seen the size of him, she sucked in a shaky breath and stilled herself. As much as this might hurt, she was betting it would definitely feel good. He had no idea she was still a virgin. I wonder if he could sense how nervous I am, maybe I should tell him to take it slow.
Filled with the need to touch him, she reached down, stroked the length of his erection, the skin felt like silk wrapped around steel, the bold head of his penis looked angry, almost purple with need. A small drop of semen sat at the very tip. She rubbed her thumb over the liquid there and stroked him once again before he handed her the condom.
With a puzzled look, she met his stare; his hazel eyes sizzled from a need so intense, so ripe, and she knew he was ready to take her. She hesitated for a moment, not sure what to tell him but knowing she had to let him know. In a whisper she said, “John, I’ve never done this before.” He didn’t seem to think too much of that. She thought maybe she had given herself away, that he might figure out just how inexperienced she really was. She continued on, “Would you mind helping me?”
He took her hands gently in his, there was no rush he was patient and helped guide her along in sheathing his erection in latex. “Meggie,” he moved her hands away, “I need you take your hands off me or this will be over before it even begins. I have no control right now,” he said. He took her lips again and he owned them. His kiss was perfection, starting of lightly before he hungrily consumed her mouth.
Remembering what Sarah told her about her first time, Meg hesitated for a moment wondering if she should tell him she’s a virgin. What if I bleed? Sarah said she bled the first time. Meg tensed a little and he pulled back. She looked up at him as he hovered directly above her, gently and slowly he pushed her back on to the bed.
“Meggie, I can’t wait any longer. I need you.”
His smile was wicked as he lowered himself to her mouth and kissed her tenderly. When he let go, Meg blurted out the words without giving it another thought, “John, can you take it really slow, please?” Just as he positioned himself at her entrance, he stopped and looked at her. The expression on his face changed. She wasn’t sure what he was thinking. His eyebrows knitted together in concern. “Meggie, what are you saying, is there something you need to tell me?”
“Well, there’s one minor detail. I’m still a virgin,” she admitted. She turned her head to the side so she didn’t have to see the look on his face. She was so embarrassed.
“I thought you…” his voice trailed off. “Fuck it all to hell, why didn’t you say something before? Christ, Meggie, the way your body responded, it felt like you knew what you were doing, like you’ve done this before.” Suddenly, she got the feeling this changed everything.
“Why does it matter, John? I don’t get it.” She pushed him off of her quickly and got up from the bed. Frantically, she looked around for her clothes, for anything to cover her nakedness. Shit. She couldn’t find anything that belonged to her. She couldn’t focus anymore and all she could feel now was bitterness and embarrassment. Completely flustered with his reaction, she wanted him to leave. The sting of tears threatened to spill and she was pissed. Meg couldn’t see straight anymore. “Don’t tell me you haven’t been with a virgin before. I don’t think this is something new to you, John. I’m eighteen years old and still a fucking virgin; I want this, and I want you. If I were any other girl you would have fucked her, so why not me?”
John moved off the bed and toward Meg, “You don’t understand, Meggie. You’re different than any girl I know. You’re sweet and innocent and God, if you weren’t going away, I would take you right now and tomorrow you’d be mine.” But you’re leaving in a few days. I don’t want us to start something we can’t finish, certainly not something as important as this is to you.”
Tears continued to threaten and her eyes watered over. She looked at him, searching for a clue as to why. “I don’t understand. Maybe you can help me out here, John. I don’t think I need to remind you that you have a girlfriend, the same God damn girlfriend for the past four fucking years. There is no tomorrow for us, there never was.” Now the tears fell freely down over her cheeks; she couldn’t stop them as her emotions took her over the edge.
John moved closer and with deep regret in his eyes, he whispered, “Trust me, Meggie. I want you more than I have wanted anything in my life, but you have stayed a virgin for a reason. This is important to you and your first time should be special. Don’t ask me to fuck you and then never see you again. I don’t want to be that bastard you’ll regret later. You deserve better than that.”
She looked up at him, and whispered back, “But I want you to be my first, you are special to me, you’re all I ever think about.”
He hugged her closely and tried his best to comfort her, to make her understand. He took her in his arms and kissed her gently on the forehead, where his lips lingered. “I don’t know how I’m finding the strength to walk away from you right now. You mean more to me than I ever realized, Meggie Malone.”
“Fine, I’ll find someone else, someone that means nothing to me if that makes you feel better.”
He chuckled lightly, trying to make light of the situation and then struggled to find the right words. He knew Meg well enough to know that she would never do something that reckless. “That’s not what I want for you, Meggie.” He pulled back enough to cup her face in both hands. They were both still naked and he rested his forehead against hers. “As bad as I want you right now, I refuse to do this to you. Because if I have you, there is no way in hell I’m letting you leave. I shouldn’t have shown up at that party tonight, I should have left you alone. It’s already going to kill me when you leave this Godforsaken county.”
He wiped the tears from her cheeks with the pad of his thumbs. His lips came down to meet hers. This kiss was different from the rest they shared this evening; this felt like John telling Meg good-bye forever. She tried her best to hold back but more tears fell, the taste of salt traveled between their lips and they swallowed each tear she shed. This really was good-bye, Meg thought to herself with a heavy heart.
“Would it be okay if I stay the night? I don’t want you to be alone, you’re too upset.”
Stifling back a sob, she responded, “Go, please, I just want to be alone right now.”
“Are you sure? I can stay, Meggie, please?”
“Yeah, I’m sure. I’ll take a shower. Hopefully that will make me feel a little better. When I get out, I don’t want you to be here. I can’t be around you right now. Just go, and lock the door behind you.”
Meg turned and went inside the washroom locking the door behind her and then stepped toward the bathtub. She let the water run until the temperature was as hot as she could stand it. I can’t believe this is happening to me. What is his problem? Does he not find me attractive? No, that’s definitely not it, I know he’s attracted to me. Meg wanted him to be her first; she couldn’t think of anyone she wanted more. Hot water flowed down the top of her head and over her shoulders making its way down her body. She closed her eyes and her emotions once again got the better of her. This time, she silently said good-bye to John Lake.
After finishing up in the washroom, she walked back toward the bed. The comforter was a mess and blankets were rumpled up and thrown about from fooling around with John. I should have let him stay for the night. I could have had him here next to me one last time, holding me against his body. Now everything seemed empty, the house, her bed, and her damaged heart. Disappointment filled her; she shouldn’t have asked him to leave. She made her way over to the closet, threw on an old white T-shirt and another sexy pair of panties in case he decided to come back. After fixing the comforter, Meg walked over to the window and took one last look outside. John’s truck was nowhere to be found and the driveway was empty, just like her bed. She pulled down the blinds and turned off the lamp before snuggling in between the sheets. She pulled the comforter up to her chin and relived her last moments with John Lake and cried herself to sleep.