Chapter 11 – Chelsea
Wesley smiles, and asks lightheartedly, “So, are you going to give me the grand tour of your lovely lake house?”
“It’s actually…” I begin, before stopping myself. I was going to say “my dad’s” but I don’t want to bring him up. “…a pretty humble little abode,” I finish, congratulating myself mentally on the quick save. “Just a small cabin. But yes, I’d love to show you around.”
The outside is the nicest part, but I skip it. There are way too many people out there, and it’s too dark to see the beautiful view, anyway.
Wesley tightens his hand around mine and I’m anxious to be alone with him. Since he’s already seen the living area and kitchen, I show him the two bathrooms and two smaller bedrooms and then we’re in the master bedroom.
“That’s about it,” I say, rather timidly, hoping he’s not looking too closely at my dad’s embarrassing fishing plaques and mementos that decorate the room. But he’s staring straight into my eyes again, as he shuts the door behind us.
“Chelsea Thompson,” he says, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me close. “I have wanted to do this since the first time I saw you on that football field.”
He leans down and kisses me, causing my knees to wobble underneath me.
In times past, with other guys, I would have felt awkward and out of place. But this feels so natural and right that I just go with it, returning Wesley’s kiss and hoping it feels as good for him as it does for me.
His tongue explores the inside of my mouth, pushing further and deeper inside me, and causing my panties to dampen.
“Come here,” he says, and leads me to the bed.
I begin to pull down the covers, but he wastes no time pulling off my shirt instead.
“I want to see you,” he says, looking down at my bra. “All of you.”
Suddenly shy, I’m glad when he kisses me and I don’t have to say anything. He pulls me down beside him and slides his hand up my skirt. It feels so good and I know he can feel how wet I am. And yet…
“Wesley,” I whisper, breaking free from his kiss.
“Chelsea?” he answers, looking deep into my eyes.
His finger rubs the outside of my panties, and as much as I want him to keep making me feel so good, I also need to tell him something. My most embarrassing secret, that only Taylor knows. She was sworn to secrecy, and everyone would laugh if they found out.
“I… I’ve never…”
I start to tell him, but then I put my head on his chest, unsure of how to say the words. Being close to him feels right, even though I don’t know what to say.
In the past, I’ve just stopped seeing a guy after the second date or so, when things would start to naturally progress to this point. He’d assume I wasn’t interested, and I never have been, at least not enough to go this far. Until now.
“You’re a virgin?” Wesley asks, leaning down closer to me, his breath light and sexy against my neck.
I nod, not wanting to confirm it by saying the words out loud.
I didn’t intend to make it to my sophomore year of college without ever having sex, but it just turned out this way, at first mostly due to my strict dad scaring away any potential suitors. Then it started to seem to me that no one was special enough to lose my virginity to, and I began to wonder if it would ever happen— if there would ever be anyone good enough to meet the impossibly high standard I’d somehow set for “my very first time.”
But now tonight, with Wesley, I know things are different. I want to be with Wesley for my very first time. Maybe not all the way right now, but eventually. I’m completely sure that I want to. And I also want to not die of embarrassment for being a virgin when I know that he’s most definitely not.
And yet, he surprises me by being completely cool with it.
“That’s great,” he says, and begins kissing me again. “We don’t have to rush anything. Is this okay?”
He presses firmly against my panties, and I nod while returning his kiss.
“I just want to touch this sweet little pussy of yours,” he says, and pulls my panties to the side as I wiggle eagerly against his soft yet firm touch.
I open my legs a bit for him and he runs his finger up and down my “pussy.” I’m not used to hearing that word, but I like how he says it. It feels exciting to be doing something so sexual, yet not actually having sex.
“This feels so good,” I tell him, as he rubs my clit.
Then he puts his finger inside me and I feel my juices gush out.
“I’ve been waiting for you to do this.”
“And I’ve been waiting to make you feel amazing,” he says, fingering me while he continues to rub my clit.
We kiss, and he plays with me, until my breath is so fast and heavy I can barely catch it, and I’m digging my fingernails into his back.
“Wesley, I’m going to…” I begin, and then I can’t help but moan.
“Come,” he says, finishing my sentence for me at the same time that he finishes helping me orgasm. “Go ahead and come, Chelsea.”
“Wesley, I’m coming,” I tell him, trying to keep my voice low as I groan into his neck.
I completely let myself go in a way that I never have before. I lie back on the bed, trying to catch my breath, while he smiles down at me, obviously pleased with himself.
“Now what?” I ask, as the ceiling spins above me.
“Now we sleep together,” he says, putting his arm behind me like a pillow. “Just sleep. That’s it, for now. I’m just glad to be here with you.”
“And I’m so glad you’re here too,” I tell him, trying not to sound overly excited.
I close my eyes and let my head rest against his broad shoulder. My mind is spinning with a mixture of alcohol and ecstasy.
This is the best night of my life, and I have a feeling that things with Wesley are only going to get better. I smile as I drift off into a peaceful sleep, certain that everything is going to be perfect from now on.
And then I wake up to the sound of incessant knocking on the door.
“Chelsea! Wake up! Wake up!”
I bolt up, recognizing Taylor’s voice but confused as to why it sounds so urgent. Wesley is next to me, and he grabs a hold of my arm as he wakes up too, obviously as surprised and confused as I am.
“Your dad is here!” Taylor shouts, through the locked bedroom door. “He just drove up to the house.”
“Holy shit.”
I look down, remembering that I still have all my clothes on and glad for that fact now that my dad is here.
But the fact that I’m still dressed isn’t going to pacify my dad much if he finds me in bed at his lake house with his least favorite new player.
Memories of the great night I’d shared with Wesley rush through my head, but there’s no time to dwell on them because I need to think of a way for us to get out of this predicament.
Of course my dad has to go and throw a kink into things between Wesley and me, just when they were starting to seem perfect.
Last night I got so caught up in the bliss of being with Wesley that I forgot we can’t really have a relationship. In my fantasy, we could really be together. But now reality is smacking me as hard in the face as Taylor is knocking on my door.