Chapter Eight – Zane

I thrust slowly into Leah at first, not wanting to cause her any physical pain. This is a brand new experience for me, I haven’t ever been with a virgin before. Even when I lost my own virginity, it was to an older woman who had a lot more experience. A cougar, she would probably be referred to as these days. After that one experience, all the girls I’ve been with have been fast and lose, willing to dive into bed with anyone.

But Leah… Leah is special. I should be turning my back on her, not just because this is the first time for her, but because of all the reasons that I’ve given myself before. Those reasons are in the back of my mind the entire time, I’m acutely aware of each and every one of them, but my lust is too intense. It overshadows everything.

“That feels okay,” Leah reassures me as her eyes close with desire. To be honest, I much prefer it when she’s looking at me but she’s got such a peaceful expression on her face that it’s just as nice. “It feels good.”

She begins to buck her hips towards me, encouraging me in deeper. The further I slide into her, the louder the groan that flies out of my mouth is. She’s so tight, so wet, she feels so fucking good. I didn’t know that it was possible for sex to feel this way. It’s more of a spiritual connection than purely a physical one.

“Are you okay?” I pant desperately as I rise myself up onto my arms. “Does this feel alright?”

I’m so concerned about her, so worried about how it feels for Leah. I don’t think I’ve ever been like that before. Usually it’s all about me. I get my pleasure, and then I’m gone. With Leah, I actually care. I don’t want to spend much time wondering what that means. The answer might scare the living hell out of me.

“Oh, Zane,” she moans in the sexiest fucking sound that I’ve ever heard. “It feels wonderful.”

I start to lose my head the more I thrust, Leah absolutely consumes me. I can’t take my eyes off her the entire time. Even when there’s a slight urge for me to close my eyes, I don’t. I want to watch Leah going through all the emotions that she’s experiencing, and it’s written all over her. She’s in sheer heaven.

Finally, I feel Leah’s entire body tense up. She grips tightly onto me, clinging to me as if she isn’t quite sure what this feeling is. I can’t keep the pleased smile from my face as I move. I focus entirely on her body, ignoring everything that I’m feeling. When she moans, I respond accordingly, when she winces, I slow things down, and it isn’t long before a deep and powerful shudder runs right through her entire body.

“Oh fuck,” she yells, maybe a little too loudly. The whole house can probably hear! “Oh, fucking hell, Zane.”

I hold her tightly as the orgasm shudders through her, I cling to her and let her thrash and writhe against me. Leah feels everything wholly, I can tell that her body is racing through a whole bunch of sensations, I just hope that all of them feel good for her. I hope that she likes it. I want Leah to really enjoy this experience.

As her walls clamp around me, I can’t keep the orgasm in any longer. It bursts free from me, like an explosion, and seemingly sensing what was going on with me, Leah crashes her mouth into mine and she kisses me hard to swallow up my yells. That builds our bond even deeper, I can feel things wrapping and holding us together. It’s deeper than anything that’s come before, and it scares me… but it scares me in a good way.

“Oh God,” I moan into Leah’s chest as we cling to one another, panting desperately while we explore the post coital bliss. It’s warm and inviting, I love it. “That was something else. Amazing. How was it for you?”

She doesn’t answer me for a few moments, which freaks me out. I snap my head up to look at her, but I instantly spot her glazed over eyes. She looks like she barely even knows where she is. It’s a gorgeous expression, I wish I could grab my cell phone and snap a picture of her, but there’s no guarantee that Brandon wouldn’t see it. I really can’t let Brandon know that this happened or he will absolutely wring my neck.

“Much as this feels amazing,” I say while an ice cold snake of doubt starts to creep through my veins. “I think we better get dressed and get back to the party before anyone gets suspicious. Don’t you think?”

“Oh, right.” Leah blinks a few times. “Yeah, I suppose your right. We don’t want to get caught.” But before she makes a move, she grabs me and kisses me hard on the mouth. “And that was amazing, thank you.”

We get dressed in silence, but we keep darting each other little playful glances as we do. Looking at Leah now, my heart keeps skipping beats as I realize how much I like her. She isn’t like the others, she’s more. I know her, I’ve known her for years, there’s something deep between her. I guess I just never realized how chemical our connection was before. It’s off the scale, it’s magnetizing me, I really do want to know more.

“Shall we get another drink when we get downstairs?” I ask Leah, not ready to give up her company just yet.

“Oh…” She looks shocked. I don’t blame her. Much as I know Leah, she knows me too, and that includes my reputation. “Yes, that’s awesome. I would love to get a drink with you.”

She stands in her underwear, cocking her head to one side with the prettiest smile that I’ve ever seen playing on her lips. It takes everything that I have not to wrap my arms around her and to throw her onto the bed again. If anything about this situation was different, I would do just that. But we have other people to think about.

I break the eye contact and continue to get dressed, all the while smirking to myself with glee. This feels good, this sensation is awesome, I don’t want it to end. Of course, that’s scary, but I’ll get to that later.

Once we’re dressed, Leah peeks her head out the door, and she nods for me to follow her. As we walk out into public again, we giggle like crazy teenagers… which I suppose we are. It’s almost as if we’re surrounded by a heady lust that must be obvious to absolutely everyone. As we walk down the stairs, I can see that nothing has really changed, the room still looks exactly the same, even if everything has changed for me and Leah.

“I think I’ll go and make my presence known to Mandi,” Leah leans and whispers to me, sharing a taboo secret. “Not that she looks concerned about where I am, but I better go and check in.”

“Sure. You do that, I’ll go and get us drinks.” I want to squeeze her hand. I want to lean in and kiss her again. It’s killing me that I can’t. I feel trapped in a cage. “I’ll come and find you afterwards, okay?”

She gives me that heart stopping smile again before nodding. “Alright. See you in a moment.”

As she walks off, I can’t keep my hands off her butt. I’ve had a bit of a glance at it now, I know how that body of hers looks naked, and it’s incredible. Maybe she doesn’t look like a porn star, but I prefer that. She has a natural gorgeous stunning look that I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get out of my head again.

Right, time to go and get drinks, I tell myself. Then I can hang out with her again.

I haven’t had much time to actually talk with Leah for years, I guess the older we’ve gotten the more I’ve pulled myself away from her. Mostly because Brandon is my friend not her, and because she’s younger than us, maybe because I’ve been more interested in other women than her. But now, she’s all of my mind. She’s everything. I’ve noticed Leah before, but now I’m really seeing her and I like what I see. My heart swells at the thought of her, my chest is warm, everything about Leah is making me feel good about myself.

I hum a tune to myself as I walk towards the drink table, I feel like I’m flying high. I don’t even want to drink booze, I feel like I’m high on life, this is awesome. I am almost skipping with glee as I go.

“Zane!” Brandon’s voice makes my blood run cold. The sound of him reminds me that all isn’t as wonderful and carefree as I would like it to be. “Hey, Zane, I’ve been looking for you, where have you been?”

I turn my body slowly and force a fake smile onto my face. “Hey, I’ve just been about. All okay?”

“I thought I just saw you with my sister?” Shit, he’s giving me an inquisitive look.

“Oh, yeah, I was just… I talked to her for a minute, just to ask her if she’s okay.”

My shoulders hunch up around my ears, tension stiffens my spine, I expect the worst… but thankfully I don’t get it. Instead, Brandon peers over my shoulder as if he’s distracted by something else entirely.

“I just want to let you know that Rosa is here and she’s on the war path.”

“Oh… fuck.” Everything sinks, I feel really weird. Losing myself in the magic of Leah has caused me to forget about all the other issues that I have going on in my life. And that’s all of them… but knowing that Rosa is here again it all comes flooding back. “Is she acting crazy? Is she looking for me?”

“You know that she is.” Brandon pats me on the back in a sympathetic gesture. “Sorry, buddy. Try and stop her from trashing up my house. My mom will absolutely lose her shit if she does.”

I know slowly, wishing that I had the power to make that happen. The more I learn about Rosa, the more I realize that she’s a force to be reckoned with. All I want to do is get a drink and hang out with Leah, but first off, I’m going to have to deal with this situation before it gets out of hand. I don’t want to make it worse.

“Right, okay. I guess I will go and find her then.” I roll my eyes. “Try and sort her out, wish me luck.”

I walk nervously through the crowds, trying to spot the hurricane, the storm that’s about to roll through everything and destroy it all. I don’t spot her at first which only amps up my anxiety because I know that she’s here, ready to leap on me and take me down at any given moment. Like a predator hunting its prey. I’m like a scared little field mouse creeping through the grass, trying to find the eagle before it gets at me.

“Zane!” Oh shit, there she is, yelling at me. And boy, she sounds pissed. I get the horrible sensation that I’m about to have the best night of my life transformed into the worst. “Zane Morris, come here and talk to me. You have a lot of explaining to do. Don’t you even think about turning away from me.”

Oh, how little you know… I think to myself, but of course I don’t say that aloud.

“Sure, Rosa,” I say without turning around to see her. “Whatever you want.”