He brought me to his room to try on the pants and blouse he gave me. After taking off the gown I was wearing, I immediately put on the pants. How did he know my waist size? They fit perfectly. I didn’t need to go to a tailor to have them adjusted.
I twirled in front of the mirror when suddenly the door opened. Did I forget to lock it? Impossible! I made sure earlier that it was locked. I quickly ran from the dresser to the bed and grabbed the comforter to cover myself.
“What are you doing here?” I asked the guy who entered the room.
“You were taking so long, and I got worried,” he made an excuse, but I knew he was lying. There was no reason for him to worry, no matter how long I stayed inside.
“Come on, Brent, don’t make excuses. What are you really up to?” I asked him because I was sure he saw me with only a bra on my upper body. It was embarrassing!
“Well, I just really wanted to see you,” Brent confessed, so I threw a pillow at him.
“You’re so rude!” I scolded his playfulness.
“Rude? At the beach, you see women wearing just bras and panties, even with lots of people around,” he tried to justify himself.
“That’s the beach, Brent. Obviously, I wouldn’t wear jeans and a jacket at the beach,” I replied.
“If we were going to the beach, that’s what you should wear. I don’t want other guys seeing what should be covered up!” He warned me.
“Are you kidding?” I asked him.
“What do you think?”
OMG, he’s serious. Is he really worried that other guys might look at me? Oh, I’d be like a celebrity if that were the case. Brent is taking quite the assumption; I’m not that pretty to attract too much attention from other guys. Even with Kevin, my charm is nothing.
“Come on, you’re talking like I’m a celebrity or something with this face of mine,” I teased him.
He stared at me and then spoke, “For me, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
“Stop it, I might actually believe you,” I joked, but deep down, I felt my heart racing for some unexplainable reason. I was nervous and excited about what he might do next. I don’t know why, but I could feel the warmth emanating from him, and it seemed to seep into my skin.
“I want to kiss you,” he whispered, and my heart skipped a beat as his warm breath brushed against my cheek. Before I could react to what he said, Brent leaned down and kissed my lips gently.
My body trembled from his action. It wasn’t the first time he kissed me on the lips, but this time it felt more special. Was it because we were now officially a couple? I wanted to resist and push him away, but it was too late.
He deepened the kiss, and I willingly followed his lead. I savored every movement he made, especially when he gently nibbled on my lower lip. But then, he suddenly stopped and stood up.
“Are we done?” I asked him.
Instead of answering, he just smiled, the kind of smile that could make any girl’s panties drop. I tried to get up because I felt like I had exposed myself too much to him, but he stopped me.
“Oh my goodness!”
I was surprised when he suddenly kissed my abdomen, just a few inches away from my intimate area. I pushed his head away and crossed my legs, but Brent insisted and forcibly spread my legs apart. Next thing I knew, he was already licking me, tasting me.
“Ohhhh,” I moaned as he continued his actions. I was losing myself, and I couldn’t stop him as he took control of my body. It felt like I was on fire, and I let myself succumb to his desires.
“I’m sorry,” he said.
I wondered why he suddenly apologized to me, but I didn’t get a chance to ask him because he continued. He took off my remaining clothes until we were both naked. I couldn’t bear to look at his nakedness.
Again, he kissed me deeply and passionately, moving down to my neck and then lower, until he reached my breasts. I whimpered as he gently sucked on my nipples. We were both gasping for breath when he finally positioned himself and forcefully entered me.
I winced in pain as he thrust into me repeatedly. I tried to call his name, but he didn’t listen. When I looked at his face, our eyes met, and I tried to break free from his intense gaze, but I couldn’t. It felt like I was hypnotized, and I couldn’t take my eyes off him as he continued his rough movements. His touch was scorching, and I felt the heat radiating from him, overwhelming me.
“Brent…” I called out as I climaxed, and he soon followed after, collapsing beside me.
“What have we done?” I asked him after my breathing had calmed down, but he just smiled, his eyes looking deeply into mine.
“Trust me, Jamie. I love you,” he said.
I noticed that his eyes seemed to change color, or maybe it was just my imagination due to the events. “I love you too,” I replied without hesitation.
He kissed me again on the lips, down to my neck, and then he gently caressed my body. When he reached my intimate area, I tried to resist, but he persuaded me to trust him.
I lay down to sleep, but the smile on my lips won’t fade away. I’m just so happy!
We were about to have the long-awaited kiss under the meteor shower when suddenly, Brent interrupted.
It felt like cold water was poured on me, and I immediately woke up when I saw Brent’s face in my mind. I sat up on my bed, lost in thought. Now, I realize how dangerous what happened between me and Brent was.
When I left home for our JS Prom, I was still intact as a woman, but when I came back, I felt shattered. I closed my eyes and prayed that it was just a dream. I couldn’t shake off the fear that I might get pregnant. What if my father had a heart attack or my mother found out?
“Jamie, are you awake?”