"Come on, let's just get in the water."
"You go ahead," I insisted, "I'll get in later."
"No, you won't get in later," He grabbed my ankles and straddled me, "You'll get in now."
My breathing sped up and my heart raced. Jayce's body towered over me, and I felt myself wanting him. I didn't fight him, and I wanted to show him what he had in front of him.
I smirked and whispered to him, "Okay Jayce."
He let off of me, and I stood up and bent over to untie my shoes. I slowly unlaced my cover-up and let it fall off of my shoulders. I stepped out of it, and onto the towel. I looked back to him and he was looking at me.
"Let's go then," He exhaled.
I walked to the ocean and stopped just as it reached my toes. My arms covered my stomach, and I'd never felt so exposed. I wore a bathing suit that was army green, covering my breasts but with holes where my cleavage was. After puberty, my body grew. My chest had grown to a c cup, and my ass grew as well. I guess I was "slim thick". I knew my body was attractive, but that didn't mean I wasn't insecure about it. The water danced and sand grated between my toes. The waves crashed into each other, screaming for my visit. Jayce walked up next to me and stared out into the water.
"Why haven't you gone in?" He nudged my shoulder.
I shrugged, "Not really sure."
He lifted his hand up, "Follow me."
I looked down at his hand and placed mine in it. He immediately took off into the water, me trailing behind him grasping his hand for support. Eventually, my body was submerged in water, and only my neck and head peeked above the water.
"Okay, I know you're like a foot taller than I am, but I'm going to drown if we go any farther."
"I won't go any farther," He said while staring into my eyes, "I won't go any farther unless you want to."
I smiled and looked away from him into the horizon, "Here is good. We're okay for now."
We swam for about an hour before I paddled back to shore. The beach was less crowded now, and no one swarmed around Jayce when we laid on our towels.
"Well, great first time at the beach if I do say so myself, I hope I made it fun."
I laughed and covered my stomach, "You made it very fun. Thank you."
"Told you I was fun."
"I never said you weren't fun, I just think you're boring at times."
"I can't always be doing something interesting."
I looked over at him as the sun beamed down onto his already tan skin. The water trickled down his skin, and his lungs pumped air heavily. His hair was wet, and semi curly. He watched the horizon like it was a movie, and I couldn't help but admire him. The outline of his face against the sky was gorgeous and I wondered about him. Who he was, his experience with life, his struggles.
"Jayce," I poked him, "Tell me something about you."
He smiled, "What do you want to know?"
I batted my eyes, "Tell me about your first love."
He chuckled, "That one's a doozy," And he looked at me for confirmation, "I'll make a deal. You tell me about 'Adam', and I'll tell you about my first love. Deal?"
I rolled my eyes but placed my hand out to shake, "Deal."
He shook my head and then we both sat up, "Are you ready?"
"I'm ready," He confirmed.
"Adam is, complicated. He's complex and there's so much I still don't understand about everything, but he's more than that. He's rude, inconsiderate, but when I fell in love with him... I don't know, none of that mattered to me. When we dated, we were sophomores in high school, but I'd known him since sixth grade."
***
Adam's hands traveled down my back and to my pants. He began to unbutton my jeans, and I pulled away in response.
I licked my lips and looked into his eyes, "Adam," I sighed.
He continued to kiss my neck, ears, and chest, "Autumn," He moaned.
I let go of him, "Adam. Stop."
He stopped kissing me and lifted my chin up with his finger, "Baby what's wrong?"
I looked away from him, "I've never..."
He kissed my cheek, "I know that."
"I don't want to, you know I don't want to."
"I know you didn't, but that was weeks ago. We love each other, I thought maybe you'd like to solidify our love," He tugged at my shorts.
I lightly pushed his chest, "Well I don't."
His hand caressed my hip again, and he moved up higher, "Autumn, chill."
I pushed him farther away this time, "I am 'chill'. I just don't want to."
"What is wrong with you?"
I blinked, "What's wrong with me?"
"Yes, you. Why won't you have sex with me? Baby we're in love. No one else would love you like I do."
My eyes drooped at him, "Adam I love you..."
He came closer and grasped my hip, "Okay, then what's the problem babe?"
"There's no problem. I-I just don't feel comfortable, it doesn't feel right."
He held my hands, "Autumn, it's okay. You're just tense, let me help you."
He continued to kiss my neck and returned to unbuttoning my pants. At first I didn't stop him, he finally unbuttoned my pants and he lifted me up. We were in a barn, and he picked me up and rested me on the hood of his car. He untied his sweatpants and removed both of our pants, then removed my shirt. He laid me down on the hood, and trailed his hand down my body. I jolted up and pushed him away.
"Adam, I'm sorry I just can't. I can't."
He punched the wall of the barn, "Autumn what the hell? Why don't you trust me? You have some serious problems. You're a child, this is what a grown up relationship is. You're so stuck in sixth grade. Grow up."
I covered my face with my hands, "I'm sorry Adam... It just doesn't feel right-"
"That's not my problem. That's yours--clearly there's something wrong with you mentally to not be attracted to me. A hundred other bitches would love to be in your place, but no! You take it for granted! Literally, I could call any whore at our school and fuck her in twenty minutes. You have me, and you're not even appreciating it. I give you me, and you don't even return the favor. You're a terrible person. You're selfish. You're a fat bitch, and I can't believe I ever wanted to sleep with your nasty ass."
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The Vacation Program (ReWrite)
Storie d'amoreWhen Autumn Brooks is taken to the psychiatrist office of Dr. Jayce Westbrooke, she is given the opportunity of a lifetime to participate in an experimental treatment for people with eating disorders and other mental illnesses. She willingly accepts...