Where We Begin

Chapter 25 - I Thought Those Days Were Over

Sept 13th, 2002 - Busta

Taylor came over early before we were supposed to meet everyone else. She brought over some homework to get out of the way because she likes a head start to enjoy the weekend. I probably should have followed suit, but instead I was laying on my stomach, playing a video game while Taylor was highlighting books and scribbling notes next to me on my bed. 

Every now and again when she was reading something, she would reach over and run her fingers through my hair and down the nape of my neck. 

"Babe, if you keep doing stuff like that, we aren't going to make it to the bowling alley," I mumbled as the gentle pressure from her manicured nails sent a wave of pleasure over me. 

"If we skip tonight, there's no way we are getting out of that kegger tomorrow," Taylor replied.

I clicked off the game, rolling over onto my side. "Says who?"

Taylor closed her textbook and gave me a mischievous smile. "You have a point." 

She pushed her homework aside and stretched out beside me. Her hands returned to the back of my head, drawing me into a long kiss. I wrapped my arm around her waist, my hand slipping under her shirt to rest on the soft curve of her waist. I made sure not to rush. 

But suddenly Taylor rolled me onto my back, straddling my lap. There was more frantic kissing and before I knew it, both of our shirts came off. Taylor tossed them off the bed and looked down at me laying underneath her. We locked eyes for a moment. My heart was racing watching her chest rise and fall with heavy breathes, wearing only a white satin bra. Her red hair was a mess, tossed to one side and her cheeks were flushed. 

"OK?" was all I could manage to get out, speechless at the sight of her. 

Taylor nodded and leaned in, but quickly hesitated and sat back up. "I mean, yeah like I'm OK. Not like OK, we are having sex."

I closed my eyes and took my hands off her waist, letting them stretch out to the side in defeat. "I know, Taylor. You don't have to say that every time. I get it." 

She got off my lap so I could sit up and leaned back against the headboard. "I know, but sometimes things start escalating and it's hard to stop when you're in the moment..." 

"It's hard for me to stop, or you?"

Taylor flinched. "I don't know, both." 

There was an strange silence. She reached down and got her top. I sat there, thinking about how sick I was of this routine. I wasn't doing anything wrong, I didn't expect anything from her. Then I thought about how Taylor said I should be able to talk to her. So I gave it a shot.

"Why didn't you tell me you were going to sleep with Kit the day you broke up with him?"

Taylor's mouth dropped open. "Is this why you have been being weird the last couple days?"

"You said earlier today we can tell each other anything." I stood up, folding my arms over my bare chest. "So yeah, this has been on my mind. I don't get why you didn't tell me that part of the story. I also feel like you're taking it all out on me."

Taylor got up and began cleaning up her books, visibly flustered and talking a mile a minute. "I can't believe you would say that. God, I don't know why I didn't tell you, I guess it didn't feel important. I told you enough about it and it's not even really your business. I'm sorry if you think that us not having sex after a couple months of dating is some kind of punishment, but that's not what I'm trying to do."

"No, no. That's not what I..."

"We aren't talking about this now. This is stupid. We need to leave anyway."