Sliding (The Stone Series) (20 page)

The night flies by. Some of the artists perform and a few make speeches
dedicated to Tate. Champagne is flowing and I notice an occasional line being
snorted. It never ceases to amaze me how no one hides their drug use anymore
and I wonder if Tate will be tempted. Tate and I dance to a few songs and we
mingle with friends. When the night comes to an end we leave together quietly hand
in hand and that is how we remain for the car ride back to the hotel.

Once in our suite Tate buries his face in my hair and inhales, taking me
in. He whispers, “I want to make love to you, come to bed with me” and he leads
me to our room. He has the room illuminated by candles and Clapton is singing
“You Look Wonderful Tonight” on the iPod. Tate walks behind me and lifts up my
hair. “You were wonderful tonight” he whispers and gently blows on the back of
my neck before apply his soft sweet kisses to that area. He wraps his arms
around me, places his palms on my stomach and pulls me into him. I can feel his
erection already but I can tell this is going to be a slow long lasting tender
session. Tate slowly lifts my dress over my head, using his hands to rub my
skin as he goes. He hooks his thumbs into my dance shorts and slides them down
effortlessly. He removes my bra and I am standing in front of him naked,
exposed. He slides his jacket off his shoulders and it falls to the floor
behind him. He runs his hand through his hair then over his stubble as he
stares at me. He locks eyes with me and I find it difficult to hold his gaze. I
feel vulnerable now that he knows how I feel about my body. Tate senses this
and lifts my chin saying, “Stop, let me look at you. You are stunning. I need
to know I can make you feel as beautiful as I see you.” Tate runs the tip of
his finger over my lips and his breathe catches when I lick it with the tip of
my tongue.

“God, I still want you as bad as I did at fifteen. Do you know how much
that is?” Tate asks.

“Yes, I think I remember how anxious you were back then to have me” I
reply with a giggle.

Tate drags his finger down my throat to my chest. He follows his finger
with feather light kisses. He cups my breasts lifting them up and together in
his hands so he can simultaneously make both nipples hard when he licks them
together. His tongue gently runs over one then the other and he repeats the
process. My body responds instantly and I find it difficult to stand on my feet.
Tate begins to flick his tongue faster, picking up his pace with each rotation
until I am sure I am going to collapse. He picks me up in his arms and walks to
our bed where he eases me down as he slides between my legs. He kisses me with
a passion that is so deep it brings tears to my eyes and I feel my salty tears start
to run down my face. Tate pulls back and looks at me, when he sees me crying
says, “Shh, baby don’t cry. Everything is going to be okay with us, we just
need time.”

Tate begins to kiss each tear on my cheek before he props himself up on
his legs and removes his shirt. He is teasing me, letting the need build as he
undoes each button one at a time. Once his shirt is open exposing the patch of
hair between his pectoral muscles and his happy trail I run my fingers through
them and he tilts his head back and groans. I sit up and slide his shirt
completely off of his body, running my hands over his biceps. Tate lays me back
down and kisses my stomach. He slides his hand up my leg and runs it over the
smooth newly waxed skin. He places his long middle finger in the crease of my core
and vibrates it from side to side. The tip of his finger is on my clitoris
awakening all of my senses. Tate inserts his finger into me, slowly removes it,
places it into his mouth and sucks on it.

“Mmm..I want to taste you. Spread your legs for me and relax. I want you
to come in my mouth.” Tate glides his tongue down my stomach to my thigh. He
gently sucks my inner thigh and when he gives it a little bite I sit up. “Relax,
lay back down” Tate demands as he gently pushes me back on the bed.

Tate uses his tongue to lick my lips while he undoes his pants. As he is
sliding out of his boxer briefs his tongue is flicking my clit. Tate knows the
signs of my impending orgasm so he relentlessly continues to flick at my sweet
spot. When he knows I’m about to come he stops flicking me and instead spreads
me open with his fingers and blows up and down my open slit. A sound escapes me
that I have never heard before and Tate takes this as a signal to insert his
tongue inside of me making my orgasm constrict around it. He moans and sucks on
me, sits up licks his lips then kisses me on my mouth. “I love the way you
taste, suck your come off my lips, it turns me on.” I do as Tate asks and I suck
his bottom lip first, when I suck his top lip I give it a gently nip before I
insert my tongue into his mouth.

Tate slowly and gently inserts his erection into me, he moans as he
penetrates me. As he slowly rocks in and out of me he kisses me and moans into
my mouth. I forgot how gentle he can be when he wants to. After being apart for
six months we’ve been doing it a little more roughly than usual and it’s been
nice but this is nice too. Because Tate is moving so slowly I have the
opportunity to build myself up again and by the time he breaks our kiss and
props up on his arms ready to quicken his pace I’m ready to find another
release. Tate moves his hips faster, still gently moving in and out of me and
it makes me catch my breath once again. When Tate whispers, “I’m going to come
inside you right now” I explode around him and we come together as if we are in
a universe all our own.

We didn’t get much sleep last night, we fall asleep around five in the
morning and now at ten we are entering Bernie and Drew’s office wearing our
dark shades and carrying extra strong coffees. We tell Bernie and Drew all
about the event last night and our plans to see the specialist later today.
Bernie tries to steer the conversation in the direction of my past eating
disorder but I would like to talk about my doctor’s appointment today. I bring
up how I hate going to the gynecologist and it reminds me of my first time.

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The first Monday I am back from camp my mother calls her doctor and
schedules an appointment for me before school starts. I am so scared to go but
what choice do I have. I can’t end up pregnant like Asia did and have an
abortion and I know that I can’t hold Tate off much longer. On the day of the
appointment I tell my mother that I want to go alone so she agrees to bring me
in, get me checked in and deal with the insurance but she promises to wait for
me in the waiting room, not come into the exam room.

Before we leave I have a fight with my sister about her going out with
Steve’s brother. I find out from her that it’s not what I thought at all. I had
assumed that Steve had two younger brothers, one being Katrina’s age but I was
wrong. The younger brother she is going out with turns out to be a senior
making him five years older than my sister. For God sake he’s older than Tate
and I. She will not listen to reason and I don’t know what else to do so I call
and explain to Tate who she’s going out with and he flips.

“What the fuck? You know what this is about, don’t you? All he’s going to
do is try to fuck her. Jesus, she’s a little kid. This is fucking bullshit and
I’m putting an end to it right fucking now. That mother fucker is dead.”

He slams down the phone on me and I try calling him back but the line is
busy and then my mother starts yelling for me to get in the car for my
appointment. I tell my sister that she better break up with him before I get
back or I am telling my mother.

My mother and I arrive at the doctor’s office and she keeps her promise
and stays in the waiting room. The first thing the nurse does is weigh me and
when the scale says eighty-five pounds she doesn’t look too happy. Seeing as I
have gained two pounds since being home, I’m not that thrilled myself! She asks
me to pee in a cup; she takes my height and blood pressure and asks when my
last period was. I tell her it was in June and being that it is now August I
think she is convinced that I am pregnant. When I promise that I am still a
virgin and admit to being there to get birth control so I can have sex she
starts asking me all these questions about my eating and exercising. I don’t
like where this is going so I change my story and tell her that I got the days
mixed up in my head. I don’t know if she believes me or not but it seems to
work.

“Take off everything and put the gown on with the opening in front. The
doctor will be in to see you shortly” the nurse says before leaving the room.

When the door opens and a female doctor enters the room I am relieved
she’s a woman but afraid to talk to her about why I am here.

“So, you are planning on having sex so you want to go on the pill?” she
asks.

“Um…yeah. This is all private right? Like I told my mom and everything but
I don’t want you to tell her anything.”

She promises me that she won’t speak to my mother without my consent but
that I should talk to her and if I’m not able to talk to her about my becoming
sexually active maybe I’m not mature enough to start having sex. She gives me
the same safe sex, condoms and AIDS speech I hear every year in health class
and it goes in one ear and out the other. She says because I am a virgin she
will not use the speculum and do a full exam in case my hymen is still intact.
She explains that sex for the first few times can be a little painful and if my
hymen is intact I will bleed. She asks me if I use tampons and I tell her no, I
use pads.

“Have you ever inserted anything into your vagina or maybe your boyfriend
has?” she inquires. I turn bright red and shake my head yes.

“Okay then this shouldn’t be too strange. I’m going to insert my finger
to do the exam and when I’m done you can get dressed.”

She is wearing gloves and she squirts some jelly stuff onto her finger
then she gently inserts it into my vagina. “Are you okay?” she asks. “It’ll
only be a minute. Good. All done. Go ahead and sit up. You can use this to
clean up.” She hands me a wet one saying, “I’ll see you in my office next door
when you’re dressed and we’ll talk about the pill.”

I lay there for a few minutes just thinking how different it felt when
the doctor did the exam in comparison to when I’m with Tate. When it’s with him
it feels good, I feel close to him, connected somehow. I feel a little weird after
having the doctor exam me but I can’t put it to words.

I clean myself off, this stuff is disgusting and slimy, and I get
dressed. I enter the doctor’s office and she explains the pill to me. I have to
take it every day at the same time of day and I can’t skip any. If I miss one I
can take two the next day but I shouldn’t miss more than one or it won’t be
effective. She says I should make all my partners use condoms even though I am
on the pill because the pill doesn’t protect against diseases. I listen all the
while thinking I am not having “partners” I’m just having Tate and he doesn’t
have any diseases.

I leave with the prescription in hand and can’t make eye contact with my
mother. She goes to the pharmacy drive through and hands me the package without
saying a word, she just sighs. When we get into the driveway she hesitates
before getting out of the car and when I open the door she stops me.

“Brook, can we talk for a second? Please?” she asks and I close the door
but still don’t look at her. “Brook, I’m not happy about this. I think you are
way too young, I think you can get your heart broken, catch a disease or get
pregnant and I know you are not ready for any of those things to happen. You
need to be very careful. What you are thinking about doing is not something you
should be heading into lightly. I think we should talk about this more before
you and Tate…you know.”

“Thanks mom, I talked to the doctor and I have health class. I’ll be fine
and Tate is not going to break my heart or give me a disease. We’re not doing
it yet anyway I just want to be ready okay? Now can we please just drop it?” I
open the car door and run into the house.

I call Tate and he says he’ll meet me for a run to tell me about his talk
with Steve’s brother. I tell him I am leaving; I get my walkman, change into my
workout clothes and head to meet Tate. I run extra fast until I see him, I have
to get off those pounds I put back on. Tate smiles when he sees me in my
pigtails and already sweating.

“Are you sure you’re going to be able to keep up with me? You look kind
of sweaty already… but hot, don’t get me wrong. I love those fucking pigtail
things you do. Maybe instead of a run we can fool around” Tate suggests.

“No, I need to run to stay in shape. Now, come on and maybe after we run
we can fool around if you’re a good boy!” I tease.

Tate has made us matching tapes to listen to and we make sure to start
them at the same time. Tate is amazed that I am able to keep up with him, it’s
not easy and I feel like I’m going to die but those couple of pounds should be
off by the time I get home.
 

We run three miles and by the time we are done we are both covered in
sweat. It’s about ninety degrees outside and the sun is blazing hot. We collapse
on the grass and hold hands. Tate asks me about my appointment and I describe
what the doctor did to me.