"Come on Kim, just get on with me." Nathan coaxed, trying to get me on the swing with him at the Rec park.
"There isn't enough room for both of us on there, duh." I opposed, crossing my arms.
"Sure there is. You can just sit on my lap and face me." he said with a smile.
I gave him a thinking look. "Why not." I threw my hands up in the air and gave into him, and carefully climbed into his lap. He started to push his legs in and out, giving momentum to the swing as it swung back and forth. Then he stopped swinging, and let the swing go by itself. The whole time I was looking into Nathan's gorgeous topaz-brown eyes. He was giving me horny glances. I always accepted that, and I'm used to it. That's just...Nathan.
The swing halted to a stop, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, getting closer to him and looking down at him. We kissed a few times, enjoying each other's company on that dusk-fallen Wednesday night in early March.
I started to shiver from the cold temperature. My teeth chattered and my body shook.
"Cold? he asked, noticing my body trembling.
"Hell yeah, I mean, arctic yeah." I giggled at my own joke.
"Here, take my jacket. It's nice and toasty. I have a shirt and a thick sweater on anyway, so I'm boiling." He took his jacket off and wrapped it around me. I slipped my arms through the arm slots of it to secure my body.
"I can make you even warmer." he popped an idea with a devious grin, rubbing the sides of my body to warm me up faster.
"What?" I asked.
"Let's have sex; right here, right now." he suggested, getting excited, from which I could feel through his pants.
"Are you nuts!?" I hissed.
"Only for you. Come on. It's around seven at night, it's dark, and no one's around." he encouraged, pushing his hands down my jeans and into my underwear, caressing my buttocks.
"Nathan!" I raised my voice a notch, giggling, leaning my forehead on his. "You're such a naughty boy."
"Well, whenever I see you, hell whenever I think about you, I'm always hard." he confessed.
"Like now?" I asked.
"Especially now since your on my lap. Mmmm...," he moaned, and brought his mouth to my ear, "Every night, you're the only woman that stars in my wet dreams."
I was shocked, embarrassed really, but in a way it turned me on. I didn't know what to say next. Those are the kind of words you would expet to come from his dirty mind and out his dirty mouth. I decided to play along.
"Why don't you have me demonstrate those dreams? I'd like to know what I'm doing in your head." I whispered, holding his head and biting his ear.
"Oh God..." he moaned, pulling my head to face his, and lunged his lips at mine.
We engaged into a beginning stage of foreplay. Nathan pulled me against him, rubbing himself to pleasure, humping me like a rabid, sexually-repressed animal.
He pulled away quickly, teasing me by repressing me.
"Nathan, don't do this to me. I'm worked up. God dammit, touch me. Or I'll burst." I gasped in short breaths.
His hands travled down the front of my lower abdomen, then to my crotch and under my clothes, stroking me inside and out. I was sensitive to the first touch.
"Ohhh..." I moaned loudly, my eyes rolling back into my head. His fingers were aching me, putting me in the near state of extreme pleasure. He felt so good exploring me, I couldn't help but pleasure him back in return after endless begging for my touch.
Before my brain could tell me to stick my hands down his pants, Nathan let out a small groan, initialing me to put my hands on pause. I heard him unbutton and unzip his jeans through out loud smacking from kissing.
"Please...do it..." Nathan managed to mumble.
My cold hands explored around in his boxer shorts. I didn't mean to tease him by not touching him, just brushing my hands and fingers across the soft stubble in the valley of his lower back and around his belly button felt so good, it mentally told me his penis would be much more exciting.
My fingers wrapped around his tight package, stroking and pulling gently, brushing with sweet savory. From his mouth escaped a longer, louder, heartier groan than ever. He hung onto the swing ropes to keep from falling off. I continued at the momentum I was going, a little bit faster and harder to make him barely breathing.
"Kim...I'm going to cum...but I want to wait...until I'm...cumming inside you." he gasped, unfusing his mouth from mine.
"You want to...do it now?" I gasped, my chest rising and falling rapidly.
"Yes." he replied quickly, undoing my pants without my permission, quickly and frustratingly with all of buttons and no zipper.
"Wait." I swallowed, and grabbed his hands before he could make another move. "Put on a condom. Do you have one." I gasped.
He felt around his shirt pockets, and then pulled out his walllet from his backpocket. He opened the bill fold and got out a condom. He aired it out from being packed in a tight, hot area for so long.
"Okay Nathan, I'm ready." I announced, adjusting myself.
"Dammit Kim, I need to get the fuckin' thing on first." he hurried in a frustrated tone, rushing and tearing open the wrapper.
"Well dammit, don't break it." I said.
"Put it on for me." he breathed once he got it out of its covering.
Carefully, I unwrapped the condom and slid it steadily upon his stiff penis. Once I was done, I threw my arms around his neck, "Come on baby, I'm ready for you."
"Are you sure?" he asked, putting a firm grip on my waist, and then shoved himself into me.
"Ahhh! Nathan! More..." I begged.
We moved at a beating heart's pace, steady and rhythmy. Nathan kept his head cocked to the left side, his eyes squinted shut and his mouth partially open, taking in and breathing out oxygen quickly as he attempted to achieve orgasm. I moved his head towards my face, and kiss him hard. He squeezed me, wringing my shirt as he curled his fingers up, ready to burst. I pushed myself tighter against his broad chest, strong from being trained for wrestling, taking his collar into my hands and wrinkling them strongly with my fingers.
"Nathan!..." I yelled weakly, his pelvic thrusts becoming harder and harder, but slowing down. "Don't...slow...down..."
"Oh...God..." he moaned, and gave one last push. I achieved my climax as he did also, and he gave little puppy pushes, wanting to multiply his pleasure, but failed. He was satisfied with his first powerful one, and left us both in heavy panting.
As we sat there wrapped around each other, behind my back Nathan was clenching his jaw in victory and smiling mischieviously.
Nathan was a bad boy, in every way. He was sexually, and at times addicted to alcohol and some drugs often. I wanted to make him into someone totally opposite. Someone that made our world a little bit better one step at a time. Someone like me. But every time he pulled out a cigarette or a straw and white powder, my peer pressure kicked in. Sometimes I would scold him for it, sometimes I would threaten him, refusing anything he desired from me. Often other times I would join him in a cigarette or two, but never drugs, and neither did I get addicted to smoking, and often I would arrest his drugs and smoking away from him because I didn't want to see him waste away in his early part of life. Smoking didn't taste like anything to me, so if it were to become habitual for me, I could easily go cold turkey. When the aftertaste came, I certainly tasted it. It was not enjoyable.
But one day, Nathan got the best of me. I don't know how I got into dating someone who smokes, drinks, steals, does drugs, and God knows what else I haven't found out about yet. I was sick of being the naive, innocent unexperienced girl. My conscience failed me, and I was too drunk and stoned to realize what I was putting my body through one Friday night.
That party on that Friday night turned out to be a disaster. There were lowlifes everywhere, dressed in black from head to toe, and both sexes had black making up their faces. Black eyeliner, black circles under their eyes, and black lips. It was like I stepped into the Devil's Own.
Okay, so I exaggerate sometimes. But who wouldn't if they had never been exposed to a different realm than what they were used to.
This was your occasional spur-of-the-moment, unknown fling that happened often. And you had your groups of people: The gothic worshippers, the steriod addicted wannabe jocks, the stoners, which were a majority of the get- together, the two-cent hookers and players, and the wannabes that were in the real world, "perfect and popular," that wanted to fit in both crowds. According to my emsemble, I fit in the "perfect and popular" wannabes category.
The place was run-down, and it reeked of must, smoke, and alcohol. I knew this wasn't going to be the best of bashes, but I didn't want Nathan to think I was scared of stepping into his world, the one he's used to and faces everyday. I wanted to be a part of him as he was a part of me. To put it in other words, I was scared and I didn't belong here.
"Nathan, are you sure about this...this party?" I asked as Nathan pulled up to a deserted house out near the country. The place was hopping with heavy hard rock and metal music, I wondered how long it would take for the police to find out what was happening here and have to arrest some people and escort the others home.
He opened his door and got out then escorted me out of the car. "Kim, don't worry about it. Look, there's going to be smoking, drugs, and drinking. I know you don't like that, so if someone or some people start harrassing you about it, just come to me, okay?" he warned, kissing me.
Yeah." I replied, still not a happy camper.
"Come on Kim, lighten up. You're acting like someone died." he commented.
"I'm still having negative thoughts about this." I grimmed.
"Ahhh, look," he put his hands on my hips, bringing me closer to him. "Don't worry about it." He started to tickle my neck by kissing it everywhere. I giggled, "That's the smile I wanted to see. Come on, you'll be allright." He ended it at that, and we walked inside the place.
We walked inside, and most of the people looked normal. Some were smoking, some were drinking, some were engaging in foreplay, some were getting high. At first I wasn't comfortable in this atmosphere, until I looked around and witnessed some of the stupidest acts ever made by people that were under any influence. It was hilarious.
Nathan went into the kitchen to meet up with some of his guy pals, and I took a seat on a couch where a couple of drunk teenagers were practically screwing each other in front of everyone. People kept glaring and starting at me. A group of girls I pointed out in particular were whispering amongst themselves, and continued to glance at me. It was inevitable that they were talking about me, which make me even more self- concious than I already was in front of these people. The girls broke apart their huddle and walked towards me.
"You want a beer?" one of them asked, a blonde, in a snobbish voice.
"Um, no thanks, I don't drink." I refused.
"Why, too scared?" the blonde asked, and pouted her mouth.
"How about a cigarette?," a red-head offered, "or are you too scared you'll choke and die from it too?" she said in a stuck up tone. They both cackled.
"No, I just don't want any, thank you." I started to get pissed off, and got up to leave before any trouble started between us.
"What a bitch. Too good and perfect to talk with us." the blonde said to her friends, and out loud so that she was sure I would hear her.
"What is your problem?" I raised my voice, turning around.
"You're our problem, bitch. You're too "good" for us, so why are you here? You don't fit in or belong." the blonde said.
"Look, little miss Barbie-"
"No bitch, why don't you take your pansy-ass over there," she pointed to the "perfect and popular" wannabes, "and SHOVE IT." she ended by pushing me.
I didn't want to take this any further, so I walked in the direction of the kitchen where Nathan was.
"Yeah, go back to your player boyfriend, bitch. Like he'll protect you from us." they called out, and cackled.
I felt safer around the stupid, wannabe steriod addicted jocks getting drunk on beer, along with Nathan.
"Nathan, I wanna go home. This place is creeping me out." I said, tugging on his arm.
"Why? The action's just starting." his breath reeked of alcohol, and he was wasted. It wasn't any use to get him out of there anytime soon. I sighed.
"Wanna beer?" slurred some guy that was a friend of Nathan's.
"Actually, do you have Coke?" I asked, thinking I might as well try to get a little bit comfortable.
"Hell yeah, plenty." the guy said, and disappeared for a nano-second. At least I don't need to be wasted like these guys, I thought, looking at my peers and my surroundings.
The guy came back with a tray, a trail of white powder lining it in a spiral. He handed me a straw. "Start inhaling." he said.
"Uh no, I meant the soda Coke." I said, staring down at the tray.
"Why not this? Too scared?" the guy whined. De ja vu.
"It's not bad. You won't be affected by it." Nathan said in a reassuring voice. I so much wanted to believe him.
My head was pounding from a battle between my good and bad conscience over peer pressure. I couldn't take it anymore.
"You only live once." I said, accepting the straw and stuck it up my right nostril and inhaled the white trail of powder as the guys cheered me on. Those were the words my life depended on. My bad conscience got the best of me. I had no clue what I put my body through that night. Did I survive? I didn't know where I was, who I was, or what I was doing. All I remember was waking up in a strange room, tubes sticking out of my body everywhere...
My eyes slowly started to peel themselves open, then a bright, white light shown upon them, and then they shut themselves once again.
"Kim...honey...wake up...please..." I heard a faint voice plead.
Wake up! Wake up and open your eyes! My head screamed.
I opened my eyes again, and kept them open, looking around. I didn't recognize anything, until I saw an IV by bedside.
"Oh my God." were my first words, and I sat up, until a pound in my head told me to lay back down.
"Kim! Oh my God, Kimberly! You're awake. My baby..." my mother cooed, hugging me.
"Mom? Where am I? What happened?" I asked, weak and frantic.
"Honey, you're in the hospital. The doctors told us your overdosed on drugs and some alcohol. Nathan told them that. Why did you do that, Kimberly Jean? Why?" my mom begged, tears sliding down her cheeks. I heard in her voice that she wanted to yell at me and shake the life out of me. Seeing that I was already in a hospital bed, it might have not been the best time to bring it up.
"Ohhh..." I moaned, bringing my hand to my head, closing my eyes.
"Why Kim?" she pressed.
I paused. "Mom, I'm so sorry. Did Nathan tell you what happened?"
"Some of it, but I want to hear your story."
"Mom, Dad. You know I've never lied to you, and I'm not about to start now," I paused, and talked in breaths, "I wasn't sure about going to that party with Nathan, but I went anyway. It was terrible, I'm so sorry. Some girls came over to me, and started harrassing me about drinking and smoking. I went to go find Nathan so we could leave, but he was having a good time, so I stayed." I was careful not to mention the things Nathan did, for fear I might not ever get to see him again.
"They offered me a beer, and I asked for Coke instead, and they gave me the cocaine drug instead. I was in so much peer pressure, and I didn't want anyone to think I was a loser, so I took the cocaine. I don't know how much I induced, and that's all I remember, but I'm so sorry. I know peer pressure isn't a good excuse, but dammit to hell, I needed relief. Mommy, Daddy, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." I was crying in the end.
"Don't ever scare us like that!" my dad yelled.
"Doug! Cut the crap." my mom scolded.
"Daddy, I'm so sorry!" I wept. "I had no idea this would happen, otherwise I wouldv'e prevented it from happening, you know that!"
"Kimberly, it's okay. Shhh....." my mom comforted, holding me.
"Am I grounded?" I asked quietly.
My parents chuckled.
"No." my dad replied, his heart softening.
"Can I still see Nathan?" I was more scared of that answer. I needed Nathan.
"Yes." my mother whispered.
"I'm so sorry."
"You're here, and that matters....." they finished.