A love story
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WARNING: contains strong language, violence, sexuality, emotional trauma, drug use, and other content suited for mature audiences. Don't read if you're a pansy.
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BLAST FROM THE PAST TOLD THROUGH THE EYES OF SIXTEEN YEAR OLD JUDE
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She smiled at me, as if no one else had ever seen me the way she did. She was laughing, but I was so focused on the deep brown color of her eyes that I barely noticed. Beth's smile creeped over her lips, as she kneeled on my bed. "Are you sure your parents aren't coming home?"
I laughed, because I wanted to make light of this situation, and because I already told her three times. "No, dad's away for the weekend on business and my mom's at some pottery class for Jasper."
"What if they come home early?" Her voice suddenly grew softer as she spook and I threw my arms around her and pushed her down against the blankets.
"Don't worry," I whispered and brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. I gently pressed a kiss against her forehead, and then her cheek, and then right beneath her jaw. She shivered at the touch, her fingers gripping at the fabric of my white Van Halen t-shirt. Her legs tangled up with mine as our lips met, my hand cradling her small face.
I had no idea what I was doing. Then again, neither did she. The idea of virginity was such a stupid, meaningless concept that I didn't bother dwelling on it. But somehow it kept invading Beth's mind. "Are we sure?" She asked through a breath.
"I'm sure if you're sure." Was all I could think to tell her.
If someone told me six months ago that I would be here in bed with the biggest prude in the entire high school, I would have laughed in their face. A small part of me felt wrong for snatching away her innocence, a very small part. The other, much larger side of me couldn't get enough of her. Her laugh, her smile, her awful jokes; everyday spent with her got better and better. I had no doubt sex would just enhance the experience.
It felt dumb to say, but I had repeated the same mantra in my head over and over again as I unbuttoned her top. I love you, I love you, I love you. I just couldn't bring myself to say it.
"Jude," she paused, her hands against my chest. My shirt had gotten caught on one of her fingers and pulled up, her right hand pressed against skin and I felt goosebumps raise where we were connected. "Promise this won't change anything between us?"
"Sorry to break it to you, darlin', but this is going to change a lot." I said and lowered myself against her fragile body, collecting the breaths that fell from her mouth and gathering them in my kiss.
We spent the afternoon pretending we knew what we were doing. It was mostly spent adjusting positions and laughing when we accidentally bumped heads or got our bodies so tangled up that we fell over. It was an amazing afternoon. The best I ever had.
