Chapter 55

Chelsea

 

 

It’s late, and Wesley and I have been at the amusement park all day. We’ve ridden so many rides and eaten so much food that I feel like a little kid.

“I still can’t believe you actually rode The Beast with me,” I say, as we hold hands and walk around the park.

“It just goes to show that there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you,” Wesley tells me. “I’d even come rescue you from a bad guy who has you tied up, even if you didn’t need me to do it.”

“It’s amazing how we can laugh about that now,” I say. “But it sure was scary at the time.”

“It definitely was. And I’m so glad you’re here to make me ride scary roller coasters with you. That was a really close call.”

“So what do you want to do now?” I ask. “Have you had enough of my favorite place in the world?”

It really is now that he’s ridden The Beast with me.

“Not quite,” he says, and pulls me in the direction of the games. “I still need to win you that fucking stuffed animal that got me into a huge fight last time.”

“Oh yeah,” I agree. “Just try not to get kicked out before you can do it this time.”

“I won’t. If anyone grabs your ass, now I know you can handle them for yourself,” he says, as we approach the game.

His aim seems to have improved a lot, because he wins me a stuffed bear right away.

“It’s red and orange,” I tell him, impressed. “Our school colors.”

“I’ll give you one of my jerseys to dress your teddy bear in,” he says. “Now let’s get you home before you turn into a pumpkin.”

“On that note. There’s one more thing I think we should do,” I tell him.

“Do you still want to do it under that old, yucky abandoned roller coaster?” he asks. “You naughty girl.”

“We’ll save that for next time,” I tell him.

“There’s a next time?”

“There’s definitely a next time. Don’t think you can get out of riding The Beast with me again and again.”

“All right. Sounds good to me.”

He shrugs.

“But right now I think we should do something even more risky,” I say.

“Such as?”

“I think my dad is at Sherry’s,” I tell him. “And I need to christen my own bed.”

“Wow, that really is risky,” he says. “Does your house even have an attic I can hide in this time?”

“No,” I laugh. “But we’ll be fine.”

“Okay. If you say so. But if things go south, let it be noted that this was not my idea.”

When we get back to my house, I’m relieved that my dad isn’t here.

“I’m so fucking nervous,” Wesley says. “I feel like a high schooler.”

“Good. That’s the whole point.”

When we get to my room I hide the stuffed animal that Wesley just won me under the bed, along with the one from my mom. I don’t want to ruin their innocence.

“We’d better be fast,” Wesley says, taking his clothes off and looking around as if he’s waiting for my dad to show up any minute.

I admire his abs, chest and tattoos again before taking off my own clothes.

He pulls me down onto the bed and starts working my clit with his tongue.

“This feels even better than the thrill of getting you to ride that roller coaster with me,” I tell him.

I shift my position so that I can put his cock in my mouth. I lick it up and down as he licks my pussy.

“Fuck yeah,” he moans. “This is what I’m talking about.”

He’s shoving his cock into my mouth and I’m riding his face.

He takes my clit in between his teeth and gently sucks on it until I’m going wild.

“I’m coming,” I say— or try to say— but my mouth is completely full of his large and throbbing cock.

“Hold on,” he says, as soon as I finish. “I want to come inside you.”

He gets on top of me and looks down at me, his brown hair spilling over his handsome face.

Missionary style. This is the position I’d always assumed I’d be in when I lost my virginity. But somehow it feels right to only now be doing it with Wesley.

“I love your body and I love the way you suck my cock,” he says, as he pushes himself inside me.

I wrap my legs around his hips and feel him deep inside me.

“I love your wet, tight pussy,” he continues. “And your perfect breasts.”

He takes my breasts in his hands and squeezes them, and my nipples tingle along with my clit.

“You’re going to make me come again,” I tell him.

“Good,” he says, as he rides me hard and wild. “Because I love to make you come. I love when you make me come.”

I feel a huge wave rush through my body and I know that he’s feeling the same thing. His cock pulsates inside me.

“I love everything about you,” he moans, as we come together. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” I say, with what little energy I have left. “I’m so fucking tired now. I just want to fall asleep.”

“Well let me get out of here before you do,” he says, kissing me on the top of my head. “Because I’m still scared of your father. He still holds a lot of power over my career.”

“You’ll be fine,” I tell him. “I’m pretty sure he knows what’s up.”

“But I don’t want to rub it in his face,” he says. “Plus, it’s fun to have to keep some parts of our relationship a secret. You’re still the coach’s forbidden daughter in some ways. And that’s hot.”

“You’re hot,” I say, as he throws his clothes back on— to my chagrin— and heads out the door in a hurry.

Even though I’m tired, there’s something I want to do. I reach under the bed and pick up my two stuffed animals.

I put them on the bedside table, knowing it’s the last time I’ll ever talk to the one from my mom again.

“Thanks for always being there for me,” I tell its beady eyes. “But I don’t need you any more. I know my mom will always be here with in spirit. And I have Wesley here for me now too.”

I feel a little guilty, so then I add, “Don’t worry. You have the bear that Wesley won me to keep you company now. There’s no need for anyone to feel lonely anymore.”