Love Tap(35)

“Hey Camden!” Stopping, I turn and find Felicia with some other girls.

“Oh, hey.” I give a wave.

“My parents are gone tonight, you want to come over?” She twirls her hair, and bats her eyelashes. She knows Tate is my girl, she also knows Tate is going through a lot. It’s no secret around school she puts out, and I would be a liar if the idea of getting laid hasn’t crossed my mind. But I want Tate, she’s making me work for it. But she’s worth it.

“Nah, I got plans.” Tugging my cap down, I continue toward the tracks.

Pushing past the brush, I spot Tate propped up against the large tree that sits close to the tracks. She’s rifling through the crate of magazines I pulled from the garbage for her last year. Everything else was ruined from being inside the garbage can, but her dad just set those beside it.

When I showed her I saved them, she let me touch her boobs. Let’s just say sex has been on my mind since then.

“Hey.” I sit down next to her.

Her sad eyes find mine, and my chest squeezes. She’s beautiful. Her hair is in a beautiful braid, and she’s wearing a tight black dress.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in a dress before.”

She looks down at herself, and giggles. Her soft laugh turning into a downright cry.

Oh shit, what do I do?

“I hate it!” Her fingers tense as if she wants to wring someone’s neck, she’s angry. She’s hurt and angry and I wish I could take her pain away. “People who never even talked to my mother have been here for weeks. My dad forced me to style my hair like this and wear this stupid dress.” Makeup I’ve never seen Tate wear smears down her cheeks. She may not dress like this on any other day, but one thing is clear. Tate is not a little girl anymore. She’s becoming a woman. She stands and starts tearing at the fabric and my eyes watch her closely. “My mother knows I hate dresses, she wouldn’t make me do this. She wouldn’t want this!” Before I can think about the words coming out of her mouth, she has stripped down to a tan strapless bra, and matching panties.

My penis instantly goes hard.

“I’m just…” She falls to the ground, her knees smashing into the rocks. “I’m so tired of being sad.” Her eyes slowly find mine.

“Camden.” Her words come out sultry, and I have to wipe my eyes to make sure I’m hearing her right, that this isn’t a dream.

“Yeah?”

“Make me feel something, make me feel good, make me feel pain, just something besides this numbness that has taken root in my chest.” Her hand fists right above her tits.

She crawls over me, her knees straddling my lap. I rub at the back of my neck anxiously, not sure what to say or do.

“I’m ready,” she whispers.

Cupping her cheek, I thumb her bottom lip.

“Are you sure you want to do this now?”

Her eyes fall as she thinks it through. Then bright green eyes flick to mine.

“Yes.” She sounds so sure.

Scooting back, I find a patch of grass and situate us to where she’s under me. Her braided hair starts to dishevel with the cut grass sticking to it, and her cheeks flush.

Using my trembling hand, I pull the cups of her bra down and her firm breasts greet me with bright pink nipples.

My balls squeeze with a tingle so intense I feel it in my stomach. When I touched her boobs before, it was over her shirt. This is skin on skin. She looks a mess with her frayed braided hair, smeared makeup, and swollen eyes from crying. But God if she doesn’t make messy look beautiful.

“Touch me,” she asks lightly.

Without a second thought, I grab her breast with both hands. She moans, and rocks herself onto my leg.

Leaning down to kiss her, she leans up at the same time and we butt heads.

“Ouch,” I laugh, rubbing my forehead.

“I’m sorry, I’m nervous.” She blows out a ragged breath.

“We don’t have to do this,” I reassure her. I want this, but not if she’s not ready.

“No, I’m ready.” She grabs my cheeks making me look right at her. “I’m ready, Camden.”

Lowering my head I kiss her plush lips, before taking her mouth fully. She tastes of salty tears and stolen wine.

My hands swim down her curves before finding her panties. My heart beats wildly as I sit up to pull them down her legs. I can’t help but look between her legs. I can’t believe this is going to happen, I’m finally losing my virginity.

“Do you,” her voice cracks, “do you have a condom?”

Frantically I search for my wallet.

“Yeah, I have one.” She eyes me suspiciously as if I have been carrying a condom around for any girl to have sex with.

“I’ve been waiting for this day since we were thirteen, Tate.”

She smiles a smile so big I can’t help but smile back.

Ripping the foil, I pull out the rubber and place it on my shaft. It’s suffocating and feels awkward.

Positioning myself in-between her legs again, I nudge her opening and her eyes widen. I still.

“You ready?”

She nods, as she licks her bottom lip. “Wait, Camden?” Her eyes flutter as she looks at me deeply.

“Yeah?”

“If you break my heart, I’ll break your face.” Her voice is so soft I barely hear her, but looking at her face I can tell she is more than serious.