Meant
to BeChapter 6
I must have sat there on
that driveway for at least a half an hour before my legs felt strong enough to
lift the weight of my body. In a state of dazed confusion, I somehow managed to
make it back to the house. Not wanting to disturb my mother, I quietly entered
her room. I was relieved to see that she was sleeping since I could still feel
the red hot heat in my cheeks from what had just happened. I wasn’t up to
answering any questions. I slowly shut the bathroom door, filled the tub with
hot soapy water, and slid in. I winced as the hot water made contact with my
bottom, and it was then that I realized that the heat of the black tar had
slightly burnt the tender skin through the rip in my shorts. I guess I was to
stunned to feel it happening at the time. I close my eyes trying to replay the
scene over and over again in my head. I feel nauseated, perverted and excited
all at the same time just thinking about it. I’ve never experienced these
feelings before. What is wrong with me?
I knew by the look on Danny’s face that I had pushed him to the edge, but
never in my wildest dreams did I expect him to do what he did,…..or did I?
Perhaps somewhere in the recesses of my mind I willed it to happen. Maybe I
wanted it to happen. I did want it to happen. My eyes close tighter and I
squeeze my hand together. I can still feel the hard thickness of him, my fingers
gripping his erection. The burn of his stubble dragging across my cheek. The
panting of his breath still warm on my ear. His voice heavy with the sweet
mixture of hunger and rage as he harshly whispers
"Feel it Michelle. FEEL IT! Does it feel small to you? DOES IT?"
I was frozen.
"I want to hear you say it Michelle! SAY IT!"
"God no Danny. It's....it's....."
"What Michelle?"
"so big."
"Is that so Michelle? Well, when you go to bed tonight, I want you to dream
about how it would feel to have me inside of you - plunging into you, making you
come harder than you've ever come in your life! THIS," he say's forcing my
fingers to grip him harder "is what you do to me Michelle Bauer. I think of
you and my body reacts in ways I can't control. I think it's high time you admit
the same. See ya around."
I replay it over and over and over again. I release my imaginary grip on him and
an urge I have no control over guides my fingers across the tip of my very erect
nipples, stopping to circle each one on their way down to treat me to an
experience I’ve never had before. I open my eyes and watch my hand disappear
below the water. My middle finger searching and finally locating the pleasure
zone that I’ve read about in trashy novels, but have never been able to
experience myself. I lightly massage the hardened nub and am shocked at how my
body is reacting in comparison to the many other times I’ve tried this, and
failed. I think of him. Danny. I say his name out loud. Danny. The feeling
intensifying with each mention of his name. Danny, Danny, Danny. Oooohhhh God,
Danny. His mouth suckles my nipple and I imagine my fingers are his. They are
stroking me, teasing me, licking the flames that threaten to consume me.
Dannnnyyy…....pleeeeeease……….The gentle waves of pleasure are now
orgasmic tidal waves rocking my body, my hips thrashing wildly in the water. The
pleasure so intense I can barely stand to continue touching myself. My body
collapses, my muscles still contracting like tiny waves breaking on the shore
They finally subside. I open my eyes and realize what I’ve done. Guilt
immediately washes over me and I’m humiliated in the presence of myself for
even having such thoughts, much less act on them. I stand up and grab a towel
wrapping my body in shame. I think back to the few men I’ve dated in my life
and none of them have ever effected me the way Danny just did. This, being the
reason I’m still a virgin at the age of 22.
I hear a knock on the door and then my mother’s voice. I can’t make out the
words, but I can tell she’s speaking to a man. I tip toe to the door and
listen closer.
“Is M…elle here? We had a misunderstan…. earl..er and I wa..ted to clear
things up.” The words are broken and I can barely make out what they’re
saying, but I can tell it’s him.
“I th..nk she’s in the sho..er, Danny.”
“I just ne..d to see her for a one mi..te. Please Mau..en.”
Oh God, Oh God. What am I going to do. I look in the mirror and my face looks
flushed and satisfied –
sexually satisfied!
I have that “I’ve just had self-gratifying SEX look” written all over
my face. I turn on the faucet and splash my face with cold water in a lame
attempt to get the redness out of my cheeks. I hear the bathroom door open. My
mother appears.
“Michelle, sweetie. Danny’s here to see you.” I don’t turn around.
“Ummmm, o.k. Mama, o.k. Just give me a minute.” I release my breath as she
leaves.
“Just gi..e her a mi..te Danny and she’ll be right out.”
“This can’t wa..t Mau..en. Is she descent?”
“Yes Danny, but…….wait……..you can’t go in there Dan….!” Oh my
God! He’s coming in!
I lurch for the door trying to keep it from opening as my towel snags itself on
the vanity ripping it from my body. Before I can recover, the door opens
and………
“Michelle……..we need to…………….Oh Sweet Jesus in Heaven!” He
freezes dead in his tracks. His eyes scan my body in a nano-second taking in
every single inch of me and then he quickly turns away, obviously embarrassed.
Stretching my arms and hands across the most intimate parts of my body I scream.
“GET OUT! GET OUT!!”
He begins to apologize. “Michelle…I’m so sorry. God. I’m so sorry.
I grab the towel off the vanity, drape myself in it and shove him out the door.
He turns around just as the door slams with a loud thud right in his face.
