“Yeah. I’m excited to finally share it with someone. I don’t normally bring girls out here,” he said.

  “I thought you did. You seem like the type who gets any girl he wants,” I muttered.

  He doubled over laughing, and I cocked my head, unsure of what that meant.

  “What’s so funny?” I asked.

  “Sorry, it’s just so funny seeing people think I’m some sort of manwhore when in reality I don’t date just anyone,” he said.

  “You…don't?” I said, shocked by it. I thought he was some bad boy that had women falling at his feet.

  “Nope. Not at all. I don’t date just anyone. Usually, if I like someone, it’s different for me. I feel a bit surprised that you thought I was some sort of player. You seem to be the good girl type that never goes out with bad boys,” he said.

  “Well, sometimes I just think about getting away, about getting out of that lifestyle. As much as I like being a good girl, getting perfect grades, I’m not happy. I’m seriously unsure of what to do with myself. I’m not sure if you’re the right one, but every time I’m around you, I feel happy,” I told him.

  “That’s cute. The feeling is mutual, you know,” he teased.

  I flushed. I couldn’t believe he felt the same way.

  “So, you want something out of this too,” I said.

  “That depends. Can you handle what I’m really doing? I don’t have the easiest life, Mary. Even though I come from a rich family, things aren't easy. To start with, my parents are a mess,” he said.

  “How so?” I asked.

  Caleb sighed, sitting back against the tree and tapping his fingers.

  “Do you ever feel like you’re just living for other people, and you’re not doing what makes you happy?” he asked.

  “Sometimes. But I also feel like if I do anything out of the ordinary, it’ll be bad,” I admitted.

  “That’s what I feel if you want me to be honest. I like you Mary, but you’re so different from all the other girls I’ve been with. Most of them wanted me for my money because I was in a motorcycle club and I’m considered a bad boy. But the truth is, sometimes I wonder if I am happy,” he said.

  “You have money. You’re secure. Me, I have a dad who’s a mess, and who cares more about money than his own child,” I told him.

  “Sheesh, really? Damn,” he said.

  “Yeah. My dad is a pastor as you've found out, but we’re always pressed for money. I’m a college student only because of scholarships. I gotta work hard for my education, and I’m a little jealous knowing you come from a rich father,” I said.

  He laughed once more and I sighed.

  “No, you’re right Mary. I do have a rich father, but the thing is, it’s not everything,” he said.

  “Yeah, I know, but still,” I told him.

  “I understand that Mary. You probably think I’m some guy who’s given everything on a silver platter. But that isn’t the case. It’s…hard to explain, but I like you. There’s something about you that makes me happy, that makes me feel like maybe…there’s more to life than the motorcycle club. I sometimes wonder if there’s any way out of this,” he said.

  “Maybe. If my dad found out I was out with you right now, he’d kill me,” I said.

  “Trust me, I’m sure my dad isn’t all that happy about you either,” he said.

  I looked at him with shock.

  “Wait, your dad knows me?”

  “Yeah. My dad mentioned he knows your dad. He doesn’t like your dad at all,” he said.

  “He’s not the only one,” I muttered with a laugh.

  “Oh yeah. Sounds like your dad is a mess and then some,” he said.

  “That’s putting it nicely Caleb. He’s an asshole. He’s overbearing and doesn’t care about anyone but himself. He’s a selfish man and I…I can’t do anything to stop it,” I said.

  “It’s okay Mary. I’ll help however I can,” he said.

  I looked at him, wondering if he was serious about it.

  “You’re…serious, right?” I asked.

  “Yeah. I’m serious. You don’t have to face this alone,” he said.

  “Thanks,” I replied.

  I felt happier just being around Caleb. It’s weird, even though he’s the type of man my family would hate for me to be around, and the type of man I feared, at the same time, he seemed….right.

  “You’re interesting Caleb. You’re such a bad boy, but you’re more real than anyone else I’ve been around,” I said.

  “Really?”

  “Yeah. Really,” I said.

  “Well, is this real then?”

  He pressed his lips to my own, and for a moment, I thought about pulling away. But I had a feeling that this was just my mind overthinking things. We kissed for a while, and we savored the taste of one another. Then he pulled away, giving me a devilish grin.

  “So, what do you think?”

  I knew this was a bad idea. I knew getting attached would prove to be a nightmare.

  And yet, I couldn’t walk away.

  “I like it,” I replied.

  I kissed him back, sealing my fate, and the life I wanted to have. I knew he was trouble, but I couldn’t pull away, and I had a feeling he wouldn’t either.

  Caleb

  As I kissed Mary, a part of me thought about running away. I was thinking with my dick. I knew this, and yet, I couldn’t stop. As I kissed Mary, she eagerly responded, as if she wanted this too.

  I knew I was acting based solely on hormones, but I didn’t want to stop. As we kissed, I felt the connection grow, and I felt happy. I licked Mary’s bottom lip, begging for entrance, and she opened her own mouth, inviting me in. I started to wonder if this was her first time. Judging from the way she reacted as soon as I put my hand on her hip, I realized it probably was her first time.

  I kissed her for what felt like forever. She didn't act like she wanted to leave, and neither did I. I let my tongue mingle with hers, and with each touch of my hands against her body, she moaned with desire and need. I smiled to myself, knowing she couldn’t stay away, and she wouldn't let go.

  “You good?” I asked her.

  “Y-yeah,” she said.

  I could tell she was nervous. I kissed down her neck, teasing her with every single touch. I made sure not to leave any marks, considering how her dad was, but each movement made her squirm. She was so innocent, so virginal, so attractive, and I couldn’t help but love it.

  I started to kiss down her body, and soon, I got to her collarbone. I moved her shirt away, and soon, I left a bite mark there.

  “W-what are you doing?” she said.

  “Relax, you can hide that with your shirt. Just leaving you something to remember me,” I said with a devilish smile.

  It was my way of marking the good girl, and I couldn’t help but love her reaction to my touches. As I started to move down her body, she reacted on instinct to everything. It was so cute, so adorable, and each time I continued to do this, she would let out small moans. I moved my hands to her shirt, pulling it up over her head with one motion. She flushed, all over that cute little body of hers. Each touch was enough to make her react, and each motion made her gasp.

  “You’re so sensitive. It’s sexy,” I said to her.

  “S-hut up,” she said, but her face was red once more.

  Watching her react like that was a turn-on to me. Seeing someone so innocent react to my touches was so sexy. I moved my hands to the back of her bra, pulling it off. She gasped, holding her arms around her body, and I chuckled.

  “No need to be shy,” I told her.

  Then she relaxed, moving her arms, and I noticed she had large, pretty breasts with pink nipples. My hands moved towards her breasts, teasing one nipple with each passing movement. As I touched her breasts and teased her, she let out a small cry of pleasure. I pinched them, watching her react. She was so sensitive. This was her first time. I started to lick and suck on her nipples, touching and teasing her body. She reacted to each touch, throwing her head back and breathing heavily. The sounds of her moans were amazing, and I couldn’t help but love everything about this.

  I started to move my body downwards, and soon, I started to tease her stomach, moving my hands downward to the heat I felt between her legs. I started to cup her there, watching her moan. I started to tease her and watch her react. Even though she was a virgin, she was so responsive to my touch. Mary stared back at me.

  “Are you…sure?” I asked her.

  This was the first time I ever asked a woman if she wanted this. I was worried about whether or not she would want to do this, and I didn’t want to force her into this sort of thing. She nodded.

  “Y-yeah, I do,” she said.

  “Alright. If you change your mind, let me know,” I told her.

  I was a good guy deep down, and I knew for a fact that this was definitely going to change our relationship. I started to move my hands to the zipper on her jeans, sliding it downwards. Then I noticed the wet spot between her legs, and she blushed, hiding her face.

  “Don’t hide your face, I want to see you,” I told her.

  She nodded, slowly moving her hands away. As I teased her through her panties, she soon started to cry out, moaning in pleasure at the sensation as I teased her there. Each stroke, each touch, every single motion was driving her wild. I loved watching her react like this, moving her body in response to my actions.

  Everything was perfect. I slowly slipped off her panties. She whimpered, and I smiled.

  It was so cute. Seeing her so innocent, so vulnerable, made me hard. It was strange, it wasn't like having sex with other girls. In the past, every time I had sex with another girl, it was usually fast and raw. But tonight, I wanted to savor all of this.

  I let my lips touch and tease her, exploring her crevices, touching her sensitive spots, watching her moan and gasp. It was a show only for me, and I loved every moment of it. I continued to use my tongue and hands to tease her, to prepare her for what was to come. I expected Mary to say something, to want to stop in the middle of this. But then I realized she didn’t want to. The look on her face was that of determination. She wanted to continue, no matter what.

  “Are you sure?” I asked as I teased her once again, after her second climax that night. She simply nodded.

  “Y-yes. I want to,” she said.

  I knew it wasn’t an answer she thought about for a brief second. She did think on this for a bit, and it wasn’t just a decision she made out of raw desire, but it was one that she made out of pure need, pure ecstasy, and pure lust. I undid my pants, grabbed a condom from my wallet, and slipped it over my dick. I looked at her, considering.

  A good girl like her should start with missionary.

  I started to thrust into her, feeling her tight heat. I took it slow, knowing full well she wouldn’t be able to handle it otherwise. The cries that uttered from her mouth were music to my ears. At first, there was a bit of discomfort, but then, as I pushed in deeper and deeper, I knew those cries weren’t that of pain, but of pleasure.

  Watching her come undone in front of me was too perfect, and I started to thrust a bit faster and faster. The tight heat of her virgin pussy was enough to drive me insane. After a few more thrusts, she wrapped her arms around me, pulling her body against mine, making me shudder.

  It was making love. I didn’t understand it, and I didn’t really know what to make of any of this. As our bodies were intertwined, I felt close. She was close too. After a brief moment, she kissed me hard, her climax happening as mine did.

  After we finished, I looked at Mary with a smile.

  “Pretty good for your first time?” I asked.

  “Y-yeah,’ she said. I could tell she was red in the face, unsure of what to make of this.

  “You okay?”

  “Yeah. It’s just…I have one question. I know it’s stupid of me to ask, but this wasn’t just one time, right? Because, I kind of like you, even though I fear the consequences of this,” she said.

  “Nah, this isn’t a one and done,” I told her, stroking her hair.

  “Okay good. Because…I don’t know, I like you a lot. My brain is a little all over the place right now. I’ve got a lot to think about,” she said.

  “It’s fine. Take your time,” I told her.

  I didn’t want her to feel bad because of what we did. But after she uttered those words, she got up, staying silent as she put her clothes on. I pulled my jeans up, and when we were dressed, we looked at each other.

  “I guess I’ll see you Monday,” she said to me.

  I nodded. “That’s fine if you want to see me then,” I told her.

  I knew I wasn't her normal type. That much was obvious. Her nervousness was written on her face, and I could tell there was a hesitation between us.

  “Alright. I guess I’ll…see you around then once we get back,” she said

  I took her home, the atmosphere changed. Did I do the right thing? I didn’t know for sure, but Mary was a good girl, and a great lay, so I really couldn’t complain.

  But I didn’t see her as another notch on the bedpost. Not like with other girls. To say that I had feelings for her was putting it lightly. But, when we go to the door, our hands touched. She quickly jolted back, blushing. “S-sorry,” she said.

  “No, it’s fine. I’m sorry too. I can’t wait to see you again,” I told her.

  “Right. I’ll see you soon. I have to go in,” she said.

  She quickly closed the door behind her, and a part of me wondered if it was right to just let her go like that. Should I have stopped her? No, I didn’t think so, but there was a part of me that felt guilty for not doing anything, just watching her go in.

  Mary

  I wanted to scream.

  The whole time it felt like a dream, but after we had sex, the crushing reality of it all came down on me.

  I had premarital sex.

  My dad would be furious.

  And yet, I loved it. This was the first time I’d ever disobeyed my parents and it felt…strangely exhilarating.

  The last thing I needed was for him to find out about Caleb, no matter how wonderful it was. I feared talking to Caleb or even looking at him. And yet, there was something pulling at my heartstrings.

  “Shit, what do I do?” I asked myself.

  I wondered about it all. I wondered what my dad would say if he learned what I did tonight. For one, I went out late, which was something I never did, and I also went on a motorcycle ride with someone my dad obviously didn’t like.

  I didn’t know if I was making these decisions because I’m a dumbass, or because I wanted something more. But I had to stop it.

  I needed to nip this in the bud, to not fall for him or anything.

  But of course, when I got inside and finally checked my phone, I saw five missed calls from my father.

  “Shit,” I said to myself.

  The last thing he needed to know was what I had been up to. I wanted to just forget Caleb, to continue on my merry way, but there was something preventing me from doing so.

  I didn’t get it myself, but I felt it was only right to call him.

  I dialed his number, and after a few moments, he picked up.

  “You finally called me back,” he muttered.

  “Hello to you, too, dad,” I stated.

  ” Well, I’d like to know what the hell you were up to all this time?” he snapped.

  “Dad, you realize it’s none of your business, right?” I said.

  “Of course it’s my business. I’m your father. I’m still helping you out even though you refuse to live with your mother and me,” he said.

  That wasn’t what happened, but okay.

  “Dad, you and I both know that’s bullshit. You kicked me out,” I stated.

  “Well, you brought that on yourself. You’re growing up, and if you just went to church like you’re supposed to, you wouldn’t have been kicked out. But I still feel bad, so I help you,” he said to me.

  I could tell he was just being an asshole.

  “Listen, dad, you called me for a reason, and I’d like to know why,” I said.

  “Well, it’s because of that boy you were with. Do you know who he is?” he asked.

  “Yeah, he’s a guy who saved my life the other day. A bunch of guys were going to attack me, and he helped me out,” I told him.

  “Well, that’s what he wants you to believe. You’re better off staying away. If I find out that you’re seeing him in secret, I’ll cut you off,” he said.

  “You wouldn’t,” I stated.

  “I will, Mary. You’re a big girl, and if you’re going to make big girl decisions, you've got to understand the consequences. I bet he just wants to have sex, and then forget about you a moment later. Boys like that make me sick,” he said.

  “Dad, you don’t know him!” I cried out.

  “And what makes me think that you do? You just met him, and he’s got some dirty work that he won’t tell you about. But I know about it,” he said.

  I sighed. I knew what my father’s game was, and I hated it.

  “Fine, let’s say he is as shitty as you claim he is. What are you going to do about it if I choose to disobey you?” I asked.

  “Forget you ever existed,” he said.

  I tensed. My dad was that overbearing. I tried to figure out what to do.

  “Fine. I’ll stay away from him,” I said.

  “Good. You don’t want to get involved with a boy like that. He’s better off alone,” he said.

  My dad hung the phone up without saying goodbye, and I sighed. I wanted to tell someone about this, but I didn’t know what to do. I kept to myself, knowing that there was something about Caleb I didn’t know.

  However, no more than a minute later, my phone rang again. I got ready to mute it, thinking it was my dad, but it was Caleb. I picked it up, hoping my dad didn’t trace calls.

  “Caleb,” I said.

  “Hey. So I wanted to say, I’m sorry for being aloof. I’ve just got a lot going on,” he said.

  “No, it’s fine. I do too,” I told him.

  “I don’t want you to think I’m using you, but I worry about pursuing this. For now, can we just be friends?” he asked.

 

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