Grace age 16
Noah age 17
Grace is so sexy and sensual with the little everyday things she says and does that I don’t even think she realizes what she does to me. Or maybe it’s just me and everything that I feel for her. It bleeds through every part of my life. I met her too young, what I’ve felt for her kept growing with us to the point that it’s all-consuming.
And it’s the best fucking feeling.
She’s mine, and I’m hers.
I wonder if she knows the hold she’s got on me? Surely, she does.
N.P.
Mom let me drive her car to meet Noah in the parking lot at Walmart Saturday. I wanted to make it easier for him so that he didn’t have to drive so far to see me then take me home. When his Jeep pulled in next to me, I jumped out of the car. He hurried out when he saw me standing in the rain. “Grace, what are you doing?” he asked right before I attacked him with a hug, wrapping my arms and legs around him. He held me up and laughed as I peppered his face with kisses. “It’s fucking cold, Grace.”
“I missed you, it’s been three weeks since I last saw you,” I told him.
“I’m well aware of that,” he walked to his passenger side, carrying me. “It’s not easy being with me, is it?” he asked.
I grabbed his face and whispered. “It’s super easy.” I dropped my legs and got into the Jeep as he shut the door and ran around to the other side and got in. I climbed over on top of him when he did.
“What are you doing?” His voice didn’t sound too upset with me even though he tried to play it off that he was. “I thought we were going out to eat?” he groaned. “I can’t do anything when you nibble on my ear like that.” He finally grabbed my hips and pulled me onto his lap the rest of the way. “I give up,” he murmured, stealing my lips. I sighed happily into his mouth.
When our kiss broke, I looked over in the seat. “Whoops, I forgot that my boots were wet.” I sniggered as he wiped off the seat with his hand before I sat back in it and buckled up.
“How about we order some takeout and eat in the Jeep so that we don’t have to deal with the public?” he asked me as he pulled out of Walmart’s parking lot.
I grinned. “Sounds like a wiener to me.” He shook his head in laughter.
Thirty minutes later, we were sharing a full rack of BBQ ribs and other messy foods that you shouldn’t try to eat in a vehicle. We set the food between us as if his console and gear shift were a table. I had my boots off with one leg underneath me as I sucked the BBQ off my fingers. I watched the rain beat down on the fogged windows before smiling toward Noah. “This is strangely romantic,” I whispered.
He looked to the window then back at me with a smirk. “Kind of puts one in the mood, you mean?” He waggled his brows.
I snorted. “So that’s why you brought us somewhere secluded to eat.”
He grinned. “Like I even had to. It’s already dark outside, nobody is going see anything we’re doing with this rain either.”
It suddenly felt a little too stuffy in here. I blinked my eyes and took a deep breath. “Are you sure buying this kind of food was okay?” I asked him. “I want you to be able to save up so that we can spend our senior year together.”
“I’ve been saving for a while so buying you a meal when we’re together isn’t going to change anything,” he informed me before letting out a heavy sigh. “I’m stuffed.” We just stared at each other for a long time before he said, “Finished?”
I started closing all the boxes. “Yeah.”
“Good.” He started helping me. “Get in the back,” he murmured unexpectedly.
My stomach heated as I raised up and slipped between the seats and waited. After he placed the food back in the bag, he jumped out in the rain and opened the back door and climbed inside with me. Once he shut the door, I studied the droplets of water on his face and hair as he turned on the interior light so that we could see better. He then grabbed my legs and pulled them toward him. I fell back against the seat and watched as he tore at my zipper. I grabbed my stomach. “I have a food belly,” I said out of embarrassment, regretting all that food I just ate.
He never lifted his eyes up to meet mine. His focus was solely on what he was doing. “You’re perfect,” was the only thing he said before he yanked my jeans and panties down. I squealed and went to cover myself. It was hard not to feel embarrassment when he was coming on so strong. “Are you getting embarrassed now? If you are then you’re really going to feel it when my face is pressed against your pussy.” I was at a loss for words as he pulled the jeans off my legs. I didn’t know why but hearing him call my vagina that was so unexpected and even a turn-on that he wasn’t afraid to talk dirty with me.
His eyes took me in as he lifted my butt off the seats, literally, he folded me up and held my legs and butt in the air. It started out awkward. “Noah, this is embarrassing,” I screamed but then his mouth came down over me and everything else was forgotten. I bucked but he held me in place as he swiped his tongue over me leisurely at first. “That…,” I started, “feels good.”
He wrapped his arms around my legs and gripped them tighter before letting one of his hands slide next to his mouth. “I’m going to use my fingers too,” he let me know before placing one inside me. Like the first time he did it, it felt foreign at first but quickly became something amazing. He relentlessly hit something inside me that built and with the feel of his tongue against me, I scattered into a million different pieces in what felt like a hundred different ways until I started jerking when the sensation quickly became ticklish now that it was over.
My entire body felt like Jell-O as he gently placed my lower half back down on the seat and came down over top of me. He kissed me with the taste of me on his tongue and when I opened my eyes to see him again, his eyes were heavy and so droopy looking that it was downright sexy.
He played me with his fingers once again. I gasped when one slipped inside and he took the opportunity to conquer my mouth with his tongue. It was wild, terrifying even, the way he could unravel me so easily. I wasn’t Grace Harper when he touched me, I was just his and whatever he wanted me to be.
“Noah,” I cried.
“What is it?” he dared to ask.
“Just take me right now,” I whispered and his finger stilled inside me.
He lifted his head. “You don’t want me to take your virginity in the back of this rusted down Jeep,” he said it like he really believed himself.
“Those things don’t matter to me, you could toss me into the rain and do what you wanted to me and I’d let you because it’s you that matters.” He continued to look at me in silence. “Don’t you want to?” I asked.
“Are you kidding me? Do you really have to ask?” he asked. “Your pace is my pace,” he whispered before he pulled his finger out and immediately replaced it with two. I jumped from the discomfort and pain. “You’re perfect, Grace, it’s not going to be the most amazing feeling the first time because you’re a virgin.”
“Let’s get rid of the pain,” I whispered. “So that I can enjoy the pleasure with you in the future.”
He smiled softly as he moved his fingers inside me. It still hurt and a bit of unease crept through me at how much more I might feel. I wanted him so much more than my fear of how painful it was going to be though. “Let’s see how much I can work you with my fingers,” he murmured as he wiggled and spread out his fingers inside me. I gasped as he watched me with hooded eyes. He pulled his fingers out before raising up and getting something from his back pocket. He pulled out a condom and scooted me down further. My nerves were a web of excitement and fear as I watched him unzip his jeans and reveal his erection. I still found it strange to look at but at the same time, my mouth felt heavy with the need to do the same to him as he had done to me earlier.
He tore open the condom and wrapped himself before bending down over me. “We’ll stop if it’s too much,” he promised, and all I could do was nod as I wrapped my arms around him. He spread my legs further apart as he sank closer, my stomach was a quivering mess. Then I felt him at my entrance, and it was like there was no entrance for him at all because my body automatically resisted him. He sighed, “You have no idea how much I want this, let me try to get you there with my fingers.” When he started to pull away, I held him tight.
“I know it’s gonna hurt,” I mumbled in his ear. “But I want it to be this way, it might sound silly to you but I want it to be your… not your fingers.” His eyes devoured me whole.
He started making out with me slowly but heavily. It pulled me from my worries until I felt him nudging my entrance again. I tensed, but this time Noah ignored it and spread my legs further apart and pressed harder. I hissed and gripped underneath his shoulders as the pain grew worse. I couldn’t even tell if he was even making any progress but I had already been wet from the orgasm and when he finally forced his way past my entrance, I felt it. I cried into his shoulder as my legs automatically fought to keep him from going any further. “Let me get it all the way in, and I’ll pull it out,” he whispered hoarsely. I felt his arms tremble around me and I wanted more than anything to tell him not to stop but the sad truth of it was, I wanted the pain to stop. I felt no heat anymore, just the tearing and burning of discomfort.
He raised up and looked down at me, placing a hand against my face as he caught the tears that fell. And just like he said, Noah pulled himself out and scooted me over and cradled me in his arms. “Don’t cry,” he murmured as he kissed my cheek.
“I’m sorry,” I sniffled. “Are you mad? This was my idea and I couldn’t even handle the pain.”
“This is me, Grace, I want you always. I’m not lying in this back seat to hurt you, the only thing I want to give you is pleasure and that’s not what you were feeling. It’ll go a little easier next time.”
“It doesn’t bother you that you didn’t get off?” I asked.
He smirked. “What? Having you wrapped around me, even if only for a minute felt like heaven, I’ll have my way with you in time and I promise it’ll be good for you.”
“See? This is why I always want you. Your words turn me into liquid but no sooner you used that,” I pointed toward his erection pressing against me, “it hurt like hell!”
He laughed. “It’ll make you scream from pleasure soon enough.” He pulled off the condom and tossed it on the floor.
“I hope,” I mumbled. He started attacking my neck and face with kisses until I was giggling.
“Grace.”
“What?”
“I’m still waiting.”
I was mesmerized by his blue eyes peering down at me. “I love you, Noah Phillips.”
“I’ve always loved you, Grace Harper.”
The rain stopped but Noah and I stayed in the back seat of his Jeep talking and taking pictures together. I laughed with him until I had to leave him for another long week.
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November 11th
I awoke Thursday morning to another text from Noah that read: Happy Birthday. Can’t wait to see you this weekend. He had stayed on the phone with me until midnight just so that he could tell me first. I was smiling about it until I stubbed my dang toe as I tried to walk out of my room that morning. This time, I really did it. I bent my toenail back. I cursed and hopped before falling on my butt until the pain dulled enough that I could remember how to walk.
“Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday to you,” I heard Mom’s singing as she walked up the stairs and groaned. I fell backward onto the carpet. She stepped into the doorway with a pile of pancakes. “Did you stub your toe again?” she asked before she scrunched up her nose. “Ew, that looks terrible.”
“It feels worse,” I grumbled.
“Is Noah coming over to eat cake with us today?” she asked, placing her hand on her hip.
“No.” I finally stood back up. “I’m going out with him Sunday.”
She shook her head. “Nonsense. Ask him to come over.”
“Mom.” I looked at her like she was crazy. “You understand why the thought of bringing him back home is terrifying, right?”
“You can’t keep hiding it from your dad.” I knew that Noah also wanted to tell him. He was more obedient towards adults than I was. “It’ll be worse if you keep hiding it and he finds out.” She turned around. “Tell him, okay?”
“Yeah, okay.” I was so not telling him.
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My eyes must be playing tricks on me. School ended a couple of hours ago, I had just gotten off the phone with Noah who said he had practice today… I was standing at the front door with only one possible explanation. MOM.
“Noah?” I gave him a startled look as he stepped aside and revealed a carved bear made from a log. It went up to his waist. I momentarily forgot that I was ambushed as I covered my mouth. “Noah, it’s so beautiful.” He had painted the bear black and in the bear’s paws was a sign that said, “I love you.”
“Thanks for coming, Noah,” Mom said to him, stepping next to me with the same reaction I had just given him to his newest wooden creation. “Oh, Noah, this is perfect.” She stepped out onto the porch and examined it. “This shouldn’t go inside your room, Grace, it’s better to display it outside for people to see its beauty.”
I squinted my eyes at her and stepped next to her. “I don’t think so, this is my birthday present, not yours… but you’re right, it’ll look best outside.” I started pushing it next to the door.
“I think it will look better in the yard,” she mumbled.
“I’ll put it out there this summer, for now, the bear stays here,” I grunted and moved back to admire it again. I pulled out my phone from my back pocket and took a picture of it.
“Do you like it?”
“I love it!” Mom answered for me and he smiled at her compliment.
“What are you guys doing with the door open when it’s this cold…” Dad’s words died out as he stopped and looked at Noah from the doorway. “Noah?”
“Hi, Steven,” Noah said casually. “It’s been a while.”
Dad’s eyes hardened on him as if he was remembering that night he hit Noah like I was. “What are you doing here?” he asked.
“Dad…” I started.
“I’m dating Grace,” he replied smoothly. “And it’s her birthday so I didn’t want to miss it.”
He stepped into the doorway and eyed the trailers with disgust. My heart sunk. “You living around here again?”
“No, I’m living in Jewel County.”
Dad’s eyes hardened. “Oh, so that’s where you’ve been? And you just came back into Grace’s life after all these years now… because?”
“Because of me,” Mom intervened. Dad looked genuinely confused. “I asked him not to contact Grace for a while.”
“If you were gonna do that, then you should have told him to stay gone.”
“Dad!” I flushed with anger and embarrassment.
“It’s fine, Grace,” Noah told me but it wasn’t. Noah was used to certain adults treating him like dirt but that was something I could never get used to.
“Hush, Steven. I was the one that invited him over for cake,” Mom said, disappearing into the door.
“Well, come on,” Dad muttered. “We’re running up the electric bill with the door wide open like this.”
Noah and I stepped in with Dad still giving him a bad look. When we passed him, Noah whispered, “It’s fine, Grace. He’ll come around.”
“I hate anyone treating you like that, even my dad,” I muttered.
“Look at it from his point of view. You’re his daughter and he walked in on me in your room in the middle of the night when we were only thirteen,” he tried to tell me, and I sighed and dropped my shoulders because I did understand. That one small decision we made only worsened the way Dad looked at Noah. He took my hand and walked into the kitchen with me. “I can handle it. One day, I’ll make him see that what we have isn’t puppy love.”
“Birthday girl gets the first piece,” Mom chirped as she cut into the cake. “Didn’t you see if Tiffany and Sara wanted to come and have some cake with us?”
We sat down at the table. Dad didn’t even bother coming in the kitchen. “Mom, I’m too old for that kind of thing, besides, I think they are taking me out to the movies tomorrow night.”
“Which means they are using your birthday as an excuse to get you to go with them.” Noah nodded with a smile.
“Exactly.” I agreed.
“Taking her out somewhere yourself Noah?” Mom asked, lifting her eyebrows mischievously.
Noah dropped his head with a smile. “I am. I’m going to take her somewhere Sunday.”
“Oooh?” Mom hummed, and I felt the heat across my cheeks. Were our plans still the same? Was I going to let him try again?