Chapter 17 – Chelsea
It’s late, and Wesley and I are snuggled up in bed, after a fun night of watching movies and eating the fish we’d caught together. He reaches up to gently tug on my hair, and kisses me.
But then there’s a noise outside, and he jumps nearly a mile high.
“Calm down,” I say, returning his kiss. “It’s just a firework. Someone across the lake is probably setting off leftovers from the Fourth of July.”
“I’m sorry,” he says, laughing. “I just keep thinking your dad’s coming back. Maybe with a gun this time.”
I laugh.
“Nah, he goes to church early on Sundays,” I assure him. “He’s probably in bed, resting up so that he can lead the youth group choir tomorrow.”
“Very funny,” Wesley laughs.
“I wasn’t kidding.”
In the dim light from the window, I can see him look at me in shock.
“Your dad is seriously that much of a holy roller?”
I giggle again.
“Now you know what I had to live with growing up,” I tell him. “He was super strict.”
“Wow.”
He runs his fingers through my hair.
“Everyone in your life is so intense and protective,” he comments.
“What do you mean?”
“Taylor. I know she’s your best friend, but don’t you think she acts a little… motherly?”
I can feel my back stiffen at the mention of Taylor’s name, ready to defend her.
“I don’t mean it in a bad way, necessarily,” he says, quickly. “But when you got up to make popcorn earlier and we paused the movie, she gave me quite the little warning lecture. It was nearly as scary as talking to your dad.”
“Oh yeah?”
I try not to laugh at the image of Taylor scaring Wesley. All five feet, three inches of her. As intimidating as a football coach.
“She basically just told me to be careful and not end up breaking your heart, because you’re like a sister to her,” he confesses. “But it was more her tone and body language that were scary, rather than the words she used.”
Usually I would think this was cute, but now I worry again about whatever Taylor had started to tell me earlier. I’m not sure whether she’s meddling, or just showing concern for me. I remind myself of how she’s always been there for me and how I know she only has my best interests at heart.
“It’s just that…” I begin, and then sigh.
“What?” Wesley asks, his breath close against my ear.
I think of all the things I’ve never told anyone, that I’d like to tell him, if only I could trust him. But I end up saying something different.
“I don’t know. Taylor is like a sister to me. We grew up together, and I can always count on her to have my back.”
“I can tell,” Wesley says. “It must be nice to have such a good friend.”
It is, I think, and I remind myself to thank Taylor later. I haven’t exactly been the best of friends to her lately, but it’s only because my mind has been a little preoccupied with a certain someone, which I know she understands. Because she always does.
In the silence that ensues, I wonder if we’ll get close enough for me to tell him what else is on my mind. And then, as if he can read my thoughts, he says,
“It sounds like you were going to say more, maybe?”
I take a deep breath, and decide that now is as good a time as ever to open up to the one guy who has caught my attention since I saw him stride onto my father’s football field as if he owned it. He has a way of doing that. Like right now, with my heart.
“Just that if Taylor seems motherly, it’s because I mostly grew up without a mother, and I guess she came to fill that role over time. Older sister, mother… I don’t know. But she’s always been there for me no matter what. She just looks out for me, is all.”
He pulls me closer and tighter and says, “You deserve to have someone looking out for you. I’m sure it wasn’t easy…”
He stops there, and I’m glad. That’s all the sadness I can take in one evening. I want to just enjoy being here with him.
I lean my head closer to him and he kisses me, just like I want him to.
He tastes like the woods and smells like the lake. His strong hand on the back of my head feels like it was put there just for me.
As if invigorated by the feel of our lips joining together, Wesley gently rolls over on top of me and pins my arms behind me, in a gesture that combines both sweetness and possessiveness. I love it.
Is this it? Are we going to…?
But he shimmies down, under the covers, and kisses the skin above my drawstring pajama bottoms while he slides them down. He holds onto my hips and starts kissing my thighs.
It feels better than I could ever have imagined. I open my legs slightly and he inserts a finger into me while kissing all around, teasing me. Then he begins rubbing my clit with his other hand.
“You have such a perfect pussy,” he tells me. “I just want to kiss it.”
I can feel myself getting wet at his touch, his kisses, and the way he says that still forbidden sounding word, “pussy.” I arch my back slightly while his touch intensifies.
He almost brings me to climax while rubbing my clit, but then he begins kissing it.
Just when I’m coming down from the high, he begins gently sucking on my clit, and I feel it pulsate beneath his mouth. I’m dangerously close to coming.
It feels amazing, how he fingers me inside and sucks on my clit from the outside, at the same time. I lie back and feel electricity run through my entire body as his tongue explores all around my pussy.
“Wesley,” I whisper, as he lightly bites my clit. “That feels so good.”
“Good,” he says, returning to sucking on it.
A few seconds of his lips sucking my clit, alternating with his tongue expertly stroking my pussy, is all that it takes.
“I’m coming,” I tell him, as I grip the pillow beneath my head.
A feeling of complete surrender overtakes me, and I can feel my legs shaking underneath Wesley’s. He pins them down with his own legs, until they’re still.
“Great,” he says, as my breath quickens to the point that I can’t even talk anymore.
I let go and give in to the orgasm that washes through my entire body.
He waits until I’m finished coming, and then he moves his mouth away from my pussy long enough to say, “That’s my goal. I want to make you feel good, all the time. You deserve it.”
A girl could get used to helping him achieve this goal.