Connor

Summer 1996

It was the third day of the music festival, and, fuck, it was hotter than all hell. I was funky with filth and sweat. My pits were embarrassingly pungent, but as I sat next to Kenna on the ground, I could smell that my sister wasn’t so daisy fucking fresh herself. She didn’t seem to care either.

As usual, I was the odd one out. Kenna had her boyfriend, Jaime, with her. He sat behind her, his legs tucked on either side of her, her arms resting on his knees. She had her own knees drawn up to her chest. Lili and Matt were cuddling together on the other side of Kenna and Jaime while to my right sat Alys, and next to her was…Mikey.

Fucking hate that douche drip.

When it was convenient, he would tell people she was his girlfriend. But he was fucking around with other chicks behind her back because Alys wasn’t ready to put out. I didn’t understand why he needed to. She gave the guy enough head to keep a fucker happy.

I hoped she’d never put out for that motherfucker. Not when I dreamed of her day and night. If I could just find the fucking balls to tell her I liked her…

Loved her.

For months, I’d been wondering how the fuck I was supposed to do that. I had been in love with her since forever. I lived for the minutes I got to hang out with her—almost always with my sister and Lili around. The few times when it was just us two, I couldn’t bring myself to face her rejection.

I knew Alys loved me, that she’d never want to hurt me, but she was the one person in the world who actually could. If she told me she didn’t have those kinds of feelings for me, I’d fucking curl up and die.

And Alys…Alys was a woman. Over these last few years, I had watched as she sprouted those gorgeous, huge tits, her ass and hips rounding out, and I fantasized over and over about being allowed to touch them.

The music coming from the Crap Stage was absolute shit. I doubted if there was any way we could find someone to buy us some beer, if for nothing else than to dull the senses until the band we were waiting to listen to came on.

“I’ve got a headache,” Alys said. “I think I’m going to lie down for a little bit before the decent bands come on.”

“Sounds good,” Kenna replied. “That band Jimi told us to check out will be on in about an hour though. Do you want me to come get you when the time comes?”

“Are you sure we really want to hang out at the Crap Stage? The bands are always…well, crap,” Lili grumped.

Matt laughed.

“Jimi said they were worth it. He also wants a T-shirt,” said Kenna.

“Come get me if I’m not back in time,” Alys told Kenna, standing up from her spot on the ground.

Alys did look tired. Mikey showed no interest in joining her back at our tent, which pissed me off. It wasn’t a good idea for any of the girls to be traipsing around the fairgrounds alone. Drunk fuckers and douche bags would be all too happy to take advantage of any of them.

“I’ll go with you,” I told her. “I’ll make sure we get back in time.”

Alys turned her sweet smile on me. I’d do anything for that smile. I wondered if she even knew what it did to me. I’d always thought she was the most breathtaking creature with her big hazel eyes, ski-jump nose, and fat, puffy lips. The nasty shit I thought about her lips and mouth and what they could do to me…

We walked side by side in silence.

As we got to the tent and headed inside, I couldn’t stop myself from asking, “Are you serious about that Mikey guy?”

She snorted back a laugh. “No.”

“You know he fucks around, right?” I asked, sounding pissed.

Stretching out on her sleeping bag, she sighed. “Yeah, Connor.” Rolling onto her back, she draped her arm across her eyes.

“You don’t care?”

“Not enough to say anything about it.”

“You don’t deserve to be treated like that, Alys. You guys fool around and shit.”

“So? Why do you care?”

“Because…I just do. I wouldn’t treat you like that. You’re someone worth waiting for, you know?”

She lifted her arm off her eyes and stared at me. “What?”

Heat flooded my face. My cheeks and hair clashed ugly when I was embarrassed, but…something told me to just tell her how I felt.

“I’d treat you right, Alys. There would never be another woman for me if you were mine.”

“Oh, yeah? Would you even know what to do with me if I gave you the chance?”

“Yes.”

I crawled over her until I was holding myself up on my arms above her. Slowly, I lowered my aching groin into the heat between her legs. I was rock fucking hard for her.

“I’d give you all of me, Alys, and I’d never share it with anyone else. I wouldn’t need to because you’re the only thing I want or need.”

For a few seconds, she stared up at me in shock. But then she thrust up against me. “I want you, too.”

An intense joy blew up inside me, making me dizzy. I dropped my weight down on top of her, making the air whoosh from her lungs.

“Sorry,” I muttered before crashing my mouth down on hers.

It was a fucking dream come true. Her lips, so big and soft, tasted like nothing I’d ever experienced. I thought about how they’d feel all over me, and I was getting even harder, dry-humping her. Her tongue slipped into my mouth, and suddenly, I couldn’t think for shit. I was just doing.

My hands yanked up her shirt, and her tits were—

Fuck, they’re fucking perfect.

Her nipples were small and pink, pebbled, and tasted like fucking sugar and musk.

She ground against me, whimpering, and I nearly came in my pants.

“Connor…” she moaned.

And that was all I needed.

I trusted her, and she trusted me. I would know if she didn’t want this as bad as I did. Still tonguing her nipple, I snuck one hand down the front of her shorts, finding her hot and slippery.

“Do it,” she whispered. “I want it to be you.”

“I want it to be you, too,” I told her, rubbing my fingers through her sopping heat.

“Oh, fuck!” she breathed, arching against my hand.

I slipped one and then a second finger into her, grinding the heel of my hand against her clit. She clamped around my fingers, and—

Fuck, fuck, I want my cock in there.

I was a virgin, she was a virgin, but neither of us was inexperienced.

I kissed her again, sucking on her lips and tongue, my free hand rolling and plucking her right nipple, still slick with my saliva.

“Let me fuck you, Alys. I need you to be my first. My only.”

Her cunt spasmed around my fingers. She moaned as her fingers dug through my shirt, into my back.

“Tell me,” I begged.

“Yes!” she cried.

I tore her shorts and underwear off her. She was still dazed from her orgasm, and I was so happy that she had come because I knew I was going to hurt her. My cock was close to busting through my jeans. As I freed it, pushing my pants and boxers past my ass, I grabbed it and swept my weeping head through her glistening lips, rubbing back and forth over her swollen clit.

“Please,” she whimpered. “We have to be quick.”

I didn’t want this to be quick, but chances were, I was going to come the second I was inside her. “I promise, next time, it won’t be.”

I pushed the head of me down toward her entrance, and then I slowly laid my weight back down on her, my cock sinking, sinking, sinking until the tip of me tapped the very end of her. She was panting, her eyes closed, her brow knit with discomfort.

“Are you okay?” I whispered, my hands moving to cradle her face.

She nodded, and I felt her relax her grip on me. Gradually, I pulled back. Deep in my groin, along the hidden root of me, I began to pulse and tingle. I pushed back in, and the sensation increased.

“Ohh, fff…” I groaned, my hips pumping without any control on my part.

Our sweat-slicked skin created soft slaps, the sound just as erotic as the feeling. Beneath me, Alys firmly clutched me with her whole body. Her arms squeezed around my back, her hands fisting the flesh over my shoulder blades.

This is heaven.

This was every fucking amazing experience wrapped in flesh and milking me for everything I was worth. I was high, I was drunk, I was fucking stoned, yet I was so fucking aware of every sound, every breath, every sigh that Alys emitted.

“Connor,” she whispered.

And I erupted, pouring all that I felt, all that I needed, all that I was into her pulsing warmth.

“I love you,” I told her. “I’ve always loved you.”

She hugged me tight. “I’ve always loved you, Connor. I always will.”

“Shit, we didn’t even use protection,” Alys muttered while shimmying back into her underwear and shorts.

“You’re on birth control,” I pointed out.

I knew that my sister and both her best friends were. Shit, I knew everything about these girls. They didn’t keep secrets from each other, and I had been there for a lot of their female powwows.

“And it’s not like we’ve been with anyone else.”

“True,” she replied, sitting up and wincing.

I reached out and pulled her into my arms. “Are you in pain?”

She laughed. “It’s just a little raw.”

“I’m sorry.”

She tilted her head up and pressed a kiss to my chin. “I’m not.”

Love exploded through my heart, pumping all the way to my fingers and toes. “So, what now?” I asked.

“What do you mean?”

“Are you going to tell that douche we’re seeing each other?”

She pulled back and looked me in the eyes. “No. I won’t see him anymore, but we can’t tell anyone about this. Shit, Lili would have a fucking field day! No, I think…”

“Don’t…” I swallowed thickly around the constriction in my throat. “Don’t you feel the same way, Alys?”

“Yes! It’s just…Connor, we can’t tell people we’re together. I’m going to be seventeen in a couple of months. You just turned fourteen! I think…I think that we should definitely wait. I could get into huge shit for what we just did.”

“But…”

“I don’t want to be with anyone else. I…to be honest, I’ve had a huge crush on you for a while now, which weirds me out. Okay? I won’t lie to you. I want to be with you. I just think we should be smart about it until we’re both old enough for us not to get into trouble.”

I nodded, feeling the panic that had sparked cool down some.

“I’ll break it off with Mikey after the festival. Tonight, I promise. But, for now, let’s just keep it between us. Can you do that?”

I wanted to run out of the tent and scream my love and adoration for this woman to any and all who would listen. But I got what she was saying, too. If she was afraid of getting into trouble, then I would have to keep my mouth shut.

“Yeah, Sunshine,” I whispered, running a hand through her hair.

She snorted. “Don’t start with that shit.”

I grinned and dropped a kiss on top of her head. “You’ll always be my Sunshine, Alys. Your parents named you for me.”

We arrived a few minutes before the band was about to go up onstage. Jaime and Mikey weren’t anywhere around, which made me happy.

“Feeling better?” Kenna asked as Alys sat down next to her.

Alys winced as her ass hit the ground, and while I felt bad that she was uncomfortable, a rush of pride flushed through my body, as I knew she was still feeling me.

“Much better, thanks,” she replied to my sister.

“It was probably too much sunlight,” said Kenna, handing Alys her water bottle.

Alys opened it and chugged.

I took the spot next to Alys, maybe a little too close, but she didn’t move away from me.

Onstage, equipment was being set up, and a huge motherfucker walked out to stand behind the mic.

Kenna gasped.

“Is this the band Jimi wanted us to check out?” I asked.

“Yep!” piped Lili.

“What are they called?” I asked, staring at the monster whose deep voice was resonating around the fairgrounds.

“Check one, check one…” he said.

“NOLA’s Junk,” replied Lili.

I looked over at her, but Kenna had stood up, her legs blocking my view of Lili. Instead, I glanced up to see my sister with a stunned expression on her face. I almost wanted to laugh, but…I couldn’t. Something had just shifted in the atmosphere, the whole fucking universe.

I turned my eyes back to the behemoth. The guy had to be over six and a half feet tall. His head was shaved into a long Mohawk with tattoos on the sides of his scalp. He had on a Led Zeppelin T-shirt, cutoff cargoes, and a pair of ratted black Army boots.

Behind him, a banner with the moniker NOLA’s Junk fluttered and rose on the back wall of the stage. A few seconds later, he was joined by a blond dude wielding a guitar and a flaming fucking redhead with a five-stringed bass. A small, skinny, dark dude with no shirt and skintight jeans jumped behind the drum kit.

“Hey, everyone!” said the giant.

As I stood, I witnessed Kenna’s knees wobble.

“We’re NOLA’s Junk, and, fuck, are we excited to meet you!”

The blond ripped a chord, and that was it. That was the moment I knew I had to do that. I was born to fucking be onstage, rocking out with guys just like that. That was my destiny.

Looking over at Kenna, I thought she had found her destiny in that one moment, too.