“I love you,” I say, running my hands down his chest and reaching for his dick.
“Don’t touch me. I won’t last if you touch me.” I take my hands off him and he puts the condom on. It takes a little while. Those suckers are tricky. I can hear him cursing under his breath as he rolls it on.
And then he’s above me and moving so he can get into the right position.
“Ready?”
“As I’ll ever be. I love you. So much.”
“I love you, too.” And then he’s pushing and I can feel him going inside me. It’s just a little uncomfortable at first. And then it gets worse. And worse until it’s f**king painful.
“If you want me to stop, I can stop.” His voice is tight, and I can tell he’s having a hard time.
“I’m fine.” I am so NOT fine. He keeps pushing and I feel like something inside of me breaks, and then he’s in all the way. For a second, it’s just a little painful, and then it’s like I’m being torn apart. I can’t help but whimper. Jett freezes.
“Just give me a second,” I say, trying not to cry. I can’t cry. This will get better.
Jett’s arms are shaking as he tries not to move. The instant blinding pain dissipates the longer I wait, and I can feel my body trying to accommodate him. This is a biological need, after all. My body was made to have a penis inside it.
“Okay, I’m good,” I say, and he draws his h*ps back.
“Oh my God. You feel amazing and I’m sorry for hurting you, but it feels so good, princess.” Well that’s flattering. I smile and our lips meet again as he pulls almost all the way out and then plunges back in. It hurts like hell, again, but not as bad as the first. I can’t help but wince, though.
He thrusts a third time and I can feel something happening, and then he stiffens and calls my name and then he’s lowering himself on top of me.
Wait, what? That was it?
He’s panting, his head on my shoulder. I don’t want to say anything, but I didn’t know it would be that . . . quick.
“I’m sorry. I couldn’t hold out any longer,” he says, and he won’t look at me.
I put my finger under his chin and tilt it up so he can see my face.
“It’s okay. We just have to try again. Nothing is perfect the first time. But I love you, and I don’t regret it.”
He kisses me and pulls out. I really don’t want to look down because I’m almost positive I’m bleeding. Good thing my backseat is leather and easy to clean.
“I love you. You’re my first and only.”
“And last,” I add.
He pushes my hair back and stares at me as if I’m his entire world.
“And only.”
Epilogue
The second time we have sex is mind-blowing. The third? Even better. It’s so good, we decide we never want to leave the bedroom and will just spend the rest of our lives making love to each other. I teach Jett a few things about the female body and he picks it up like a pro. Let me say, those origami folding skills can translate into other skills. He also teaches me a few things I never knew about the penis, and I’m proclaimed an excellent student.
He gets the first call from his sister a week after we go and see her, and even though it’s only for a few minutes, it makes him so happy. Another person that is very happy is Hazel. She’s thrilled that Jett and I took the “plunge” as she calls it and she’s overflowing with sex tips. Most of which, I ignore. But still. Her heart is in the right place.
To celebrate the end of finals (and the end of the academic year), we all go out to the bowling alley again, but this time Jett and I are together, and Jordyn is unattached. Javi brings Marty and Skye and they both spend the entire evening trying to get in her pants, but I think she’s going to take some time to be single, which I fully support.
Javi decides not to get drunk and instead spends most of the evening joking with Jett and me and teasing Hazel, who definitely doesn’t mind. There’s something burning between them; anyone could see it. But Javi is almost reluctant. As if he thinks that she’s too good for him. Interesting. I ask Jett about it, but apparently guy friends have a code of honor as well and he won’t tell me anything.
It’s finally my turn and I bowl my first strike. I raise my hands in victory and there’s Jett, raising his hands as well and then scooping me up and twirling me around. Like I’ve won the Olympics. Everyone claps and I laugh as Jett keeps twirling me until I get dizzy. I laugh some more, until I can’t breathe, and then he sets me down and kisses me until my knees are weak and I couldn’t stand on my own, even if I wanted to.
We’re going to spend the summer together, making cranes, making love and making nachos. It’s going to be perfect. And REAL.