BARRIERS OF A FIRST LOVE
Chapter Fourteen
Rated NC-17 for Content
"What do you mean, you don’t know where
she is?!" Cal demanded.
"I don’t know. I just lost track of her
when she got out of school," Spencer said.
"Well, it’s not like she’s on a bus ride
to Mexico. Go find her!"
*****
"You look good," Jack told Rose as
she emerged from the bathroom in a thin white dress.
"Thanks."
Just then, they heard the doorbell ring. They
went out into the hall to answer it, when the person on the other side started
to bang on it and yell, "C’mon. I know someone is home! Rose, Cal asked me
to come by and drop off your jacket. You left it at his dorm room last
week."
"Uh-oh. That’s Spencer." The words
were barely out of her mouth before the door handle began to rattle. Finding
that it moved, Spencer pushed the front door of the house open. Rose cringed as
she remembered how her mind had been on things other than locking the door
behind her when she and Jack had first come to the house.
"There’s a side door out in my mom’s
bedroom. Let’s go." Jack followed her just a second too late. Spencer saw
the white of his shirt as he hurried away.
*****
Jack and Rose pounded down the driveway,
Spencer spotting them and on their heels immediately.
"See, this is why parents shouldn’t
leave their kids home alone for the day. It gets them into trouble."
Rose laughed and pulled him around a corner
and out of sight of Spencer. They watched in relief as he gave up the chase,
got back in the car, and sat in the driver’s seat. Waiting.
"The guy’s holding us hostage
here!"
"Shh!" Rose took his hand and led
him through a door on the side of the house. "Welcome to my garage!"
Having three cars and housing no windows, the
room was surprisingly cool. "Which one is yours?" Jack asked.
She showed him the fast, expensive car given
to her on her sixteenth birthday.
Playfully, he opened the back door for her
and helped her inside. Then, he closed the door, went to the other side, and
got into the driver’s seat. He honked the horn softly and asked her,
"Where to, madam?"
She leaned in so that her mouth was right
next to his ear and whispered, "To the stars."
Before he had time to think, she had her
hands under his arms and was pulling him into the back seat with her. He landed
next to her, too nervous to go any closer.
"Please don’t be afraid," she told
him.
"I’m not. I just don’t want to scare
you."
"You won’t."
Gently, he leaned her back and lay down on
top of her. She leaned up and kissed him on the mouth and said, "Put your
hands on me."
His strong, artist’s fingers explored her
body through the fabric of her dress. He wrapped his arms around her to find
the old-fashioned-style buttons on her back. He quickly unbuttoned them and was
exposing her naked shoulders and upper cleavage when she suddenly pulled back.
"Rose, I’m sorry. What’s wrong?"
"N-nothing. But there is something you
should know about me. I-I’ve never done this before."
"That’s okay. I kind of figured, anyway.
I’ll be gentle, if you still want to..."
"Uh-huh. Thank you, Jack. You’re not a
virgin yourself?"
"I’m sorry, no. I had a girlfriend when
I was in D.C. and there was a girl in Paris, too. I just didn’t think that a
beautiful goddess like you would show up and I would curse myself a million
times for not holding out."
"It’s okay." She giggled. "At
least one of us will know what we’re doing."
Jack ran his arms back up to where the fabric
started, looked to make sure it was okay with her, and pulled her dress
completely off. His hands went up her thigh to her stomach and then to her
chest. He explored her entire body with his hands and mouth, making sure that
he knew her everywhere. Then he went back up and kissed her on the mouth. He
noticed how heavily she was breathing. "You okay?" She nodded her head
yes and put her hands at his waist. Then she pulled his shirt off and let it
fall onto the floor. Her hands were back at his waist, intending to pull his
pants down, but the impact of having his naked chest against her own was too
much and she gasped. He felt her nervousness and took his pants, socks, and
shoes off himself.
He kissed her and encouraged her, and she
finally put her hands at the base of his neck and proceeded to explore every
part of him just as he had her.
Lips together, hands traveling, Jack went
down her sides and stopped at her panties. "Rose," he pushed himself
up so that he could see her eyes, "would it be okay if I pulled these
down?"
"Yes."
He did, and felt the hot flesh underneath,
but wouldn’t let his fingers more than brush the exposed skin. Rose’s own hand
now went to his boxer shorts and she started tugging down on them. When they
were off, she stared down at him, completely exposed, and blushed. She reached
out to touch, but he stopped her. "We need protection." He reached
down, found his wallet in his pant pocket, and drew out a condom.
She took the latex contraption from Jack and
fitted it on him.
"You’ve never seen a man naked before,
have you?"
"No," she told him.
"Are you still sure you want to do
this?"
"Yes."
He brought his hands to her thighs and gently
spread her legs apart.
"I don't want to hurt you," he
whispered.
*****
Rose lay perfectly still beneath Jack. Their
heartbeats were one, just as their bodies had been just moments before.