nothing to hide his amusement. “He was always awful. No respect for others,” Leah told me, and Trent agreed.
After dinner, Trent guided me to the dance floor where he assumed I’d know what I was doing. But with soft pop blaring from the speakers and no alcohol in my system, I felt like an alien afraid to respond to the stimuli around me. But I let Trent take me to the dance floor and I felt my body move to the beat while Trent maneuvered my body with his hand on my bare back.
I smiled into his eyes and felt my eyes crinkle from the full extent of my smile. Once the song stopped, I draped my arms around Trent’s neck and leaned my face towards his until our lips met.
“I’ve got a headache,” Trent told me once we finished kissing. “We should go home,” he said with a gleam in his eyes that told me what he actually meant. We were going to his apartment, not because of a fabricated headache, but because his body had reached its limit. He couldn’t resist me any longer.
We said our goodbyes to Trent’s family and I felt myself blush when Dave accused Trent of not having a headache. With his eyebrows arched too high, Dave punched his brother on the shoulder and wished us luck. I wanted to flip Dave the finger, but restrained myself because of Trent’s parents. Instead I also punched him on the shoulder and Trent and I laughed when he visibly winced.
“That’s what you get,” Leah admonished him.
We were in the car for only a couple minutes when Trent veered off under a bridge and parked his car. Unable to maintain his composure, he removed his seatbelt and leaned towards me. I quickly removed my seatbelt and pushed Trent towards the backseat. Trent kissed me longingly, as if he hadn’t touched me in years and was ready to burst if he couldn’t have me immediately.
I knew it wasn’t the time to take things slow, but it was the first time I had more control than him, so I pushed him back gently and held up my hand, telling him to wait. With my eyes trained on him, I undid his pants and dominated his body. My own body deceived me, and shook with the overall control Trent was allowing me to have over him. I relished in it, but lost myself when Trent sneaked in a kiss that freed that savage in me. I could barely hear Bruno Mars on the radio singing Just the Way You Are as Trent and I let go and raced each other towards our frenzied end.
That night in bed, Trent held me closer to him than usual. He kept caressing me, kissing me, making me feel complete. I curled my body into him and kissed his chest. With each touch, I knew there was something he wanted to tell me so I waited to see if he found his voice. Eventually, he did.
“My mom’s an alcoholic,” he told me but his hands held me so tightly I could not move my body so I could see him. “Dave doesn’t remember much of it; he was too young. But I remember,” he said, and I could hear the pain in his voice.
“Trent,” I said, trying to get up but he held me where I was, not ready to let me go. Which was fine. I didn’t want to go anywhere, just offer whatever support or compassion I could.
“My dad had a good job so it didn’t matter that she didn’t work. She got angry when she drank, and she drank often. Even when she was pregnant, that didn’t stop her.” He shook his head. “I was eight when I told my dad to leave her and he just shook his head at me. He loved her too much. My mom heard us talk though, and holy shit,” he laughed into my hair, “she came out like a bat out of Hell and started hitting me and my dad. My dad blocked her away from me so she’d only hit him. Repeatedly she’d hit him and scream at him to leave her. He let her go on till she got tired and laid down on the ground. When she woke up the next morning she had packed a bag. I thought she was leaving us, but she told me she was going to the hospital because she was sick and had to get better.” He stopped, maybe reminiscing what I had thought had been the
After dinner, Trent guided me to the dance floor where he assumed I’d know what I was doing. But with soft pop blaring from the speakers and no alcohol in my system, I felt like an alien afraid to respond to the stimuli around me. But I let Trent take me to the dance floor and I felt my body move to the beat while Trent maneuvered my body with his hand on my bare back.
I smiled into his eyes and felt my eyes crinkle from the full extent of my smile. Once the song stopped, I draped my arms around Trent’s neck and leaned my face towards his until our lips met.
“I’ve got a headache,” Trent told me once we finished kissing. “We should go home,” he said with a gleam in his eyes that told me what he actually meant. We were going to his apartment, not because of a fabricated headache, but because his body had reached its limit. He couldn’t resist me any longer.
We said our goodbyes to Trent’s family and I felt myself blush when Dave accused Trent of not having a headache. With his eyebrows arched too high, Dave punched his brother on the shoulder and wished us luck. I wanted to flip Dave the finger, but restrained myself because of Trent’s parents. Instead I also punched him on the shoulder and Trent and I laughed when he visibly winced.
“That’s what you get,” Leah admonished him.
We were in the car for only a couple minutes when Trent veered off under a bridge and parked his car. Unable to maintain his composure, he removed his seatbelt and leaned towards me. I quickly removed my seatbelt and pushed Trent towards the backseat. Trent kissed me longingly, as if he hadn’t touched me in years and was ready to burst if he couldn’t have me immediately.
I knew it wasn’t the time to take things slow, but it was the first time I had more control than him, so I pushed him back gently and held up my hand, telling him to wait. With my eyes trained on him, I undid his pants and dominated his body. My own body deceived me, and shook with the overall control Trent was allowing me to have over him. I relished in it, but lost myself when Trent sneaked in a kiss that freed that savage in me. I could barely hear Bruno Mars on the radio singing Just the Way You Are as Trent and I let go and raced each other towards our frenzied end.
That night in bed, Trent held me closer to him than usual. He kept caressing me, kissing me, making me feel complete. I curled my body into him and kissed his chest. With each touch, I knew there was something he wanted to tell me so I waited to see if he found his voice. Eventually, he did.
“My mom’s an alcoholic,” he told me but his hands held me so tightly I could not move my body so I could see him. “Dave doesn’t remember much of it; he was too young. But I remember,” he said, and I could hear the pain in his voice.
“Trent,” I said, trying to get up but he held me where I was, not ready to let me go. Which was fine. I didn’t want to go anywhere, just offer whatever support or compassion I could.
“My dad had a good job so it didn’t matter that she didn’t work. She got angry when she drank, and she drank often. Even when she was pregnant, that didn’t stop her.” He shook his head. “I was eight when I told my dad to leave her and he just shook his head at me. He loved her too much. My mom heard us talk though, and holy shit,” he laughed into my hair, “she came out like a bat out of Hell and started hitting me and my dad. My dad blocked her away from me so she’d only hit him. Repeatedly she’d hit him and scream at him to leave her. He let her go on till she got tired and laid down on the ground. When she woke up the next morning she had packed a bag. I thought she was leaving us, but she told me she was going to the hospital because she was sick and had to get better.” He stopped, maybe reminiscing what I had thought had been the
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