Legends

CHAPTER TWELVE: The red pickup, Saint Charles

Love was beautiful. It was obvious and shameless. A kiss was quickly shared. 'I love you' was easily said – except for the first time, of course. But the ultimate way to show someone your love, was by giving that person everything you had.

Not possessions or memories, but the only thing that no one could take away from you. Your body.

Elena wasn't scared of having sex. In a way it was a frightening thought. But if kissing Asher was so much fun, sex would be heaven.

The reason why they hadn't given themselves to each other was because he respected her wish to wait a little longer. Not only because she wanted to know for sure that Asher was the man she wanted to spend the rest of her life with, but also because she wanted to know her body was ready for it.

She didn't know how her body would tell her it was ready for sex, but she believed that one day, she would know. And so it happened. Her craving for Asher had grown with every kiss. And one day, she wanted to give in to it. She wanted to give him everything she had. She wanted to prove her ultimate love for him.

He knew of her longing for him. It was not something she had been able to hide. Something had pushed her to the edge, and she couldn't stop longing for Asher's body.

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Asher always parked his car in the same spot. They would drive for about five minutes before they reached a part of the south beach that was not often used. People might pass by, and sometimes tourists found it attractive. But mostly Asher and Elena would be alone there.

His car would always be parked in the same place. Then they would climb into the cargo box and sit down on the mattress. Once they were settled, they would watch the lake and talk.

Sometimes they had deep conversations. When one of them had troubles or worries, it was the perfect moment to get it off their chests. Discussions with parents were often discussed. Fights with annoying siblings were an even more recurring topic.

Happy topics also made their way to the 'pickup conversations.' Memories of great events that popped up in their heads, or plans for birthday celebrations. Kind words were often exchanged. Kisses were shared even more.

And then one day his question came.

They were laying on the mattress in the cargo box of his pickup. Pillows and blankets filled the space the mattress didn't reach. Elena had her head on his shoulder but her eyes on the stars.

He took a blanket and draped it over them. The night didn't only bring the beautiful and bright stars, but also colder air. It was enjoyable, but too cold when laying down and doing nothing.

Elena moved her head on his chest and placed her lips on his. It was a soft kiss, and when she pulled back, they were both smiling.

"Do you want to do it now?" Asher asked.

She bit her lip while her eyes remained on him.

"Do you?" she asked.

He chuckled. "Of course I do. That's why I am asking you. Do you want to?"

She bit her lip some more and looked away from him. She wanted him. She craved for his body and she wanted him.

But she thought of what she had never done, and it scared her. She had learned about sex in school, and she thought she knew what to do. But to actually do it still scared her.

So she shook her head and told him: "no."

She was ashamed of her answer. She had initiated the kiss, but was now the first one to pull back and watch the stars again.