The Phenomena of You & Me

eight | theory of relativity

[ warning: contains explicit content ]

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theory of relativity — a theory that states that the speed of light within the vacuum is the same no mater the speed at which an observer travels

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I WAS SIXTEEN when I lost my precious V-card. It was at the backseat of a medium-sized pick up truck. I was a Sophomore but I certainly looked older which I took advantage of from time to time and it was with a College freshman I met at a frat party.

But that was that. All the details were hazy and I couldn't even remember if it was painful or not.

But contrary to popular belief, I wasn't a total slut who needed more than ten fingers to count the people I have bedded.

Although, I was getting there.

There were approximately 4 women and 6 boys I have slept with for the past few years.

It didn't matter who it was with—the gender, the race, the colour. To me, sex was for pleasure. Why the hell would I deny my body that satisfaction just because I was a woman?

But I had one rule. A rule I have always stuck to. Don't fuck virgins.

A friend of mine, James Jenkins once made that unfortunate mishap and the poor girl won't leave him alone thus resorting to ruin every life of any girl who dares to get 1 meter closer to him.

It was a good thing that I was untouchable because I still got to enjoy his company.

And besides, who would want their first time with someone who couldn't feel a single thing? My forehead has the words whore and slut plastered on it. It was my reputation and one I certainly had no problem with.

Hell, I couldn't even remember my first time. To me, the virtue of virginity was an illusion.

But for the first time, I had someone I was willing to break my rules for.

I was slowly burning.

I was pressed up against the door, a position I was already used to. West trapped me in between his arms as he leaned in close to me.

"I want you."

I let out a soft moan. And my eyes widened. I was turned on by just three words that came out of your mouth.

But then again, that was why. That was the difference. It was your mouth. And it had made so much of a difference.

I closed my eyes and I took a deep breath as I felt the warmth of your minty breathing fanning against my face.

I was already in too deep. There was no going back now.

I opened my eyes and his eyes filled with longing, lust and something else I didn't want to name welcomed me. Mine were probably mirroring his.

And then I pressed my lips into his.

It was only a second and yet it was like something was ignited in you. Like an animal, hungry for something, you grabbed my waist with so much force that I had no other response but to wrap my arms around your neck and bury my hands into the forest of your brown tousled hair.

The kiss soon began heated, our tongues in a luscious battle for dominance, and as you skimmed your fingers down my thighs, I released a lengthy moan. You grasped me from beneath and in turn, I wrapped my legs around you.

We broke the kiss to pull off my cream-colored sweater leaving me in my white lace bra. Your irises turned darker—now in a pitch-black shade as you licked your naturally red lips. You began to trail kisses down my jaw to my neck and I pulled you tighter, the sweet friction causing us to let out simultaneous groans.

I reached around my back to unclasped my bra and in despair, you pulled it off.

"Fuck, you're so beautiful." Never have I ever heard someone spoke of me as beautiful. It was often, hot or sexy. But the way you were looking at me, not just with lust—it was as if I was your Universe and for that night, I let myself believed it.

Never being the one to back down, I grabbed his head and pulled it down my breasts.

He chuckled against the warm skin, and he captured a nipple sending a delicious ache to my core.

We were a frantic mess. Our clothes were discarded one by one—skin to skin and I have never felt so naked in my entire life.

"Are you sure about this?" I bit my lip, terrified of what I was going to see in his eyes.

"Relativity, baby." He gave me a smile amidst the sweat covering his delectable body as he pressed his lips to mine. "I am the speed of light and, you, the observer. No matter how fast you travel or how evil you think of yourself, my belief is the same. You are my Queen."

And as you sank into me, I cried out.

"I love you." We reached our crescendo.