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Abby

We’re meeting by the swings. I arrive at the right time and take a look around, but he’s not there. Worrying. It’s a bit difficult not to be able to reach him. I can’t wait until I get a cell phone of my own. It’s not as if I’m worried something bad has happened to him. It may be hard to accept, but I do sense his energy. Even when he’s lying. I don’t know where it comes from, but that’s the way it is. I decide to swing a bit while I wait. I love swings.

When I lose myself in the fun, somebody grabs the seat from behind, stopping it abruptly. If not for the fact that I instinctively hung on for dear life, my teeth would be in pieces on the pavement now. I swivel my head and see those gorgeous blue eyes.

“You weren’t here. I waited,” I spit out quickly. I always speak fast when I’m stressed. We’ve known each other for a while now, but still, each meeting makes me feel a bit unnerved and excited.

“I see that. Thank you and sorry for being late. Something held me up.”

“What?”

He produces a piece of paper from his pocket and places it in my hand.

“A police summons?” I ask, shocked.

There’s worry and fear in his eyes. I hug him tight.

“Can I help you somehow? What’s this about? Want to talk about this?”

Now I’m afraid for him. Am I actually falling in love? Like, seriously? For real? I can’t control my own reactions. It’s completely alien to me, this new thing. I’ve always had everything arranged just the way I like. Everything from A to Z, planned. I need to have things in order and control everything, otherwise I start panicking. This is different. I fight internal battles and feel things that I haven’t known before. It’s scary, but very interesting too. I get frustrated and disoriented. Weird, not being able to predict anything and plan accordingly. It’s strange to allow someone to surprise me over and over again. To let somebody push me far outside my comfort zone. You’re taking me to uncharted waters, Ve. And the best thing is that I trust you so much, I allow myself to be taken, and that’s the rarest thing of all. I’ve never really experienced that.

“No, but don’t worry,” he says nonchalantly. He kisses me on the forehead, which is sweet and only strengthens the feeling of bliss I have inside.

The weeks come and go. It’s like a fairytale. We meet and spend lots of time together. My parents start suspecting that I’m with someone. Their attempts at strongarming me to focus on school instead of dates are all futile. I’m very organized. I decided I won’t allow them to use school as any kind of leverage. Wanting to spend as much time with my beloved Ve, I have to learn during breaktime or copy homework from friends.

Saturday comes. We’re going for a walk. I run downstairs, and Ve’s already waiting for me. My folks are staying at their friend’s house, so I don’t have to explain myself. The day is sweltering hot, and I’m only wearing a silk dress and alace thong.

“Hey there, kitty cat.”

I like that. It’s nice, I think. Ve’s wearing my favorite polo shirt, the navy and sky blue one. Those colors bring out the depth of his cerulean eyes. I love the way he looks in that shirt.

I crash into his arms and listen to the beat of his heart for a moment. He lifts my face, leans in closer, and leaves a sweet kiss on my lips.

We stroll along a path winding through some trees and bushes. I can see him stealing glances at me out of the corner of my eye.

“What’s on your mind?” I ask.

“How do you mean?”

“Because you’re staring at me.”

“Nothing gets by you, does it?”

Ve stops and faces me. I’m now between him and a great old tree. I touch my back to the trunk, ignoring the bark painfully chafing at my skin. I lift my head and look him in the eyes. He takes a step closer, puts his hands on both sides of my head, locking me in a cage of his own body. Then he closes in and presses his sweet lips to mine. My mouth opens slightly in response, and his tongue makes its way inside, reaching for mine, finally finding its quarry and beginning the fiery dance. We can barely breathe. After a while, he withdraws for a moment and sweeps his eyes down my body. It’s so sexy, I can immediately feel pleasing shivers running down my spine. He’s fucking me with his eyes.

“You’re so hot. The way that dress clings to your body and the knowledge that you’re not wearing a bra are making me lose my mind,” he says. My head spins.

I let out a sigh, unable to formulate a response. My cheeks flush. I shift sideways.

“Where are we going?” I ask after a moment.

“We can go to the Den,” he says.

“Where are your friends?”

“They went for a swim.”

“They did? Or will they hide in the shadows, like in your stories?” I prod, uneasy.

“No, they’re really away. There’s nobody there. I have the keys, see?” He dangles them in front of my eyes.

“Right, and how many sets are there?”

“There are two. I have one, Philip the other. You can check the room as soon as we’re there.”

That calms me a bit. When we reach the spot, Ve lets me through first and closes the door behind us. I’ve never been here. He offers a quick tour, unwilling to waste time. The Den is a garage converted into a sort of room with a gym. We take a seat on an old sofa. The desire emanating from both of us is palpable. I can’t deal with it: I feel the strongest need to be closer to him. I push myself up and see Ve’s questioning stare. I leave him hanging, but only for a while. I take a stroll around the room, pretending to look around. Slowly, I shift closer to the sofa, finally stopping in front of Ve. I lean down, place my hands on his thighs, and ever so slowly sweep them upwards. He’s watching this closely, and his chest starts heaving. His pulse has quickened. I flip my hair and straddle him, my legs pressing to his sides. It takes him by surprise. His eyes gleam and then darken. His arms wrap around my waist and pull me towards him, pressing me against the bulge in his trousers. My most sensitive spot is right above his impressive erection. I love knowing how I make him feel. I bend closer, trying to reach his lips with mine. Ve slips a hand into my hair, letting the other one roam my body freely—shoulder to wrist. His lips smash into mine in a passionate, hungry kiss. I open my mouth, and his tongue immediately finds mine. Our fingers entwine in a soft embrace. His touch makes my skin tingle. I rub against him, feeling the hard bulge beneath me. With these movements, the lace thong gently brushes against my clit. I could come like this. It wouldn’t require much more. I feel myself getting wetter by the moment. We pull ourselves apart, trying to catch our breath.

“Abbs! You look like a porn star,” he exclaims all of a sudden.

What the hell? What is that supposed to mean?

“What are you saying? Should I be offended?”

“No, no. I wanted to say you’re just so incredibly sexy and beautiful, like a model in a magazine!”

He didn’t want to cause offence. I’m going to let that one slide.

I kiss him again. My tongue is getting really adept at finding his. Jesus, I’m insatiable. His hands delicately press to my waist before haltingly sliding down, ending up on my buttocks. At first, he does this through the dress, gauging my reaction. Sparks fly all over my body. I do nothing to stop him, giving him quiet consent. He may proceed. It doesn’t take him long; in one deft motion, he pulls the fabric up and touches the naked skin beneath. His palms are soft, warm, and increasingly inquisitive. I can see he’s cautious, as if still unsure just how much I’ll allow. I like this as much as he does. He’s turned on too. I imagine the protrusion under my pussy growing even more. I take his hand and slide it between my legs, directing it to the spot where I’m wet. Ve inhales sharply and holds his breath. There is a fire raging in his eyes. His fingers gently rub at the lace of my thong, making me feel so much pleasure, my brain is turning into mush. I can feel my cheeks reddening, and my heart is racing like a stallion galloping through a great valley. His touch and the vibrations of his voice set me on fire, tongues of flame licking my skin.

“Abbs, you’re so wet, so warm,” he murmurs with his lips against my hair, never stopping his caress. “It’s a dream come true to have you here, like that. And to think it’s me who’s making you so wet right now.”

His voice is like a drug. I want more of it. My hormones are going crazy, trying to take over, stamping out my reason. No, it’s not the time or place for that, I think. If I let him touch me like that any longer, I’ll go totally mad with pleasure and do things I’ll regret later. I can’t allow that. My first time has to be exceptional. Besides, we’ve only known each other for two months.

“It’s getting late. I should get back home.” My voice is hoarse. “Otherwise I’m in trouble.”

Ve doesn’t stop the kissing and rubbing. He whispers, “Okay. Let’s go, then.”

I get up slowly. Too slowly. At the same time, it’s a lot faster than I would have liked.

“How do I look?”

“Like you’ve just had sex,” he says casually. That dirty talk of his turns me on so much! I think I can be as dirty as that, though not that open and casual about it.

“Hm, so can I go out like that or do I need a touch-up?” I ask, but Ve covers the distance between us, grabs me by the hips, and roughly pulls my dress over my thighs.

I notice something is bothering him as we’re leaving.

“What’s up?” I ask.

“I was thinking about something.”

“Oh yeah?” My interest is piqued.

“Why don’t you ever let me wrap my arm around you or something when we’re out together?”

“Because I don’t want Dad to know about us or for someone to see us. Does that bother you?”

“A bit. I’d like everyone to see you’re mine.”

“And am I?”

“Aren’t you!? I thought that was obvious. Should I ask if you want to be my girlfriend? We’re not in primary school anymore.”

“No, but you can ask if I want to be with you.”

“I don’t have to.”

“Oh really? And why is that?”

“Because you’re mine!”

“But I want to know the date of our anniversary.” I refuse to let it go.

“If that’s the case, you’re mine from now on.”

And when I least expect it, he takes my hand and laces our fingers. The jolt I know so well now passes through my body, top to bottom, and my heart quickens its pace. Adrenaline courses through my veins. I’m scared of what my father will say, but I’m so excited at the same time. I love it when Ve’s this confident and decisive. I glance at him. He’s holding my hand harder now. He lifts it and places a kiss on its back, presenting me with the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen. It’s so full of happiness and delight. I’m his. That’s a given.