Sliding (The Stone Series) (22 page)

“Yes, you know him?”

“We, uh, dated for a while.”

“Huh.” Tate responds knowing that dating to his sexual Dominant cousin
means he had this doctor over his knee with her ass growing pink under his
palm.

Tate looks uncomfortable when she’s doing my pelvic exam and by the time
she does the internal ultrasound he looks damn near ready to die or now that I
think of it…all the squirming in his chair? If he is turned on by this I swear
I am going to smack him right here in this exam room. Dr. Baxter gives me a
clean bill of health but says I need to have blood work done and Tate needs to
leave “a sample”.

Dr. Baxter looks at Tate and says, “Mr. Taylor, your wife can um, help or
we have movies and magazines. Whatever you, however you like, well, it’s up to
you.”

I don’t know which one of them I am enjoying watching more, the doctor
who is clearly mortified saying this to such an attractive man, one who she now
thinks might be a Dominant like his cousin or my husband who has just been told
by his wife’s doctor who was checking him out and who he knows most likely
allowed Damian to restrain her, that he has to jerk off or get me to do it for
him. It’s just classic!”

She puts the television remote on the exam table with a hand full of BDSM
porno magazines and a sterile plastic cup. She smirks at Tate when she hands
him the magazines. Tate cannot make eye contact with her so he is just staring
at me. I am laughing at him so hard I’m silent. Dr. Baxter leaves the room and
Tate starts to laugh with me.

“Oh, you thought that was so funny. I was just told to whack off by a
doctor who you know as well as I do that Damian had strapped to a St. Andrew’s
Cross while he flogged her until she came in front of an audience. She offered
me bondage porn then prostituted you out to me.”

I respond, “It’s better than her offering to do it herself. She so wanted
you, you know? I think if you asked nicely enough she would have thrown in a
hand job for free.”

Tate sticks his tongue out and asks, “So how’s this going down babe, your
hand or mine? I’d prefer yours but you spread open on that table can do it for
me too.”

Tate turns on the television and instant porn is projected at us.

“Wow, right to the fucking, no dialog or anything, this doctor of yours
doesn’t mess around” Tate jokes while he comes closer to me.

I am still undressed and on the exam table. With the earlier events put
to the back of my mind I begin to undo Tate’s pants and I remove the sheet the
doctor covered my naked body with. Tate slides his shirt off and touches my nipples
with his pointer fingers, making them hard as he draws circles over them. The
girl on the screen is on her knees giving a guy a blow job. He doesn’t last
very long and when she removes his dick from her mouth he shoots all over her
face. She lets it drip down her lips and she sticks out her tongue and licks
all of it she can get. Tate is alternating between watching the screen and
playing with my nipples. I have his hard erection in my hand. I begin to slowly
move my hand over the head as I give it a gentle twist. I rub my thumb over the
opening and use the drop that has already come out to lubricate him. Tate moans
as I start to move my hand from the head to the lower base of his penis. He is
growing harder and when the couple on the screen starts to fuck he moans, “I
want to fuck you instead of this.”

“I know you do and you can later but right now let’s just concentrate.” I
say as I move my hand up and down him picking up the pace and holding him more
firmly. Tate grabs the cup and breaks the seal, takes himself in his own hand
and finishes the task. He puts the head of his penis in the opening of the cup
and with a soft moan he comes into it.

When he is done he puts the top on the cup and puts his clothes back on.
I put my clothes on and he kisses me on the lips and sarcastically says, “That
was great, we should do this again. Give me your number and I’ll call you. I
promise.”

I smack him in the stomach and he lets out a fake cough and pulls me into
his arms and kisses me for real. When we break apart preparing to leave the
room I see the scene that’s come on. There are four girls in a bathroom; three
are clearly trying to intimidate the fourth one, telling her that her no good
boyfriend has been running around on her. For the sake of this porno they are
trying to use the information to turn her into a lesbian for the day. Tate
moves quickly to turn it off, knowing full well what memories it will bring
back for me.
 
    
 

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It’s the start of junior year and I am in the ladies room. There are
three girls in there when I walk in. They see who I am and start to giggle. I
don’t want to be paranoid so I just go into the stall and go to the bathroom.

While I am in there I hear one of them say, “Yes, she’s still with him.
She probably doesn’t know.”

When I come out they try to hide their laughter but it’s clear it’s aimed
at me. I learned last year that being popular, being the girl every other girl
wants to be, the girl all the guys want to date is hard. Everyone is waiting
for your fall from glory and allowing these girls to continue with this is
assuring my fall and I will not let that happen.

“If you have something you want to say to me fucking say it, if not shut
the fuck up and go to class.” I challenge.

Two of the girls stop giggling and put their heads down defeated but not
Lindsey Crooke.

She looks right at me, smirks and says, “Do you know what’s been going on
with your boyfriend and his best friend?”

I don’t know what she’s talking about, I tell her I have no idea what she
means so she continues, “Tate and Bobby have been getting these sex lessons
from Eric and watching Eric and his girlfriend do all kinds of things. Asia and
Bobby even did it in front of all of them too. And from what I hear your
boyfriend even gets some from them.”

I have never been in a fight before except for with Katrina and with her
I’m never really trying to hurt her. But I want to rip Lindsey’s head off right
now. As soon as those words come out of her mouth I smack her across the face
as hard as I can and before she can react I have her by the back of her head
with her hair in my hand. The other girls run out of the bathroom and I throw
Lindsey to the floor and sit on her. She outweighs me by at least twenty pounds
but I am stronger and I am a girl possessed right now. I demand that she tells
me where she heard what she said and through her tears she tells me that Eric’s
girlfriend Amanda and her sister are friends. And last year when it happened
before Eric went off to college Amanda told her sister.

I let her go, I tell her if she says this to anyone else I will kick her
ass again just as the guidance counselor comes into the bathroom and asks
what’s going on. He of course has big mouth Lindsey’s two cowardly friends
behind him. Lindsey is smart enough to tell him everything is fine. She says
she was crying over a boy and I was just helping to hold her hair out of her face
while she cried so hard she almost threw up. He doesn’t buy it but there’s
nothing he can do to prove it’s not true so he tells us to go to class. By
lunch time the whole school knows I got into a fight in the bathroom. They,
including Tate have no idea what it was about so at lunch when I see Tate I
walk up to him and smack him right across the face in front of everyone and
then I turn my back on him and run like hell to get away from him. I can’t help
but to believe there has to be some truth in Lindsey’s story. It’s been bugging
me for a long time now that Tate knows so much about sex and is so skilled at
it for someone who is doing all of this for the first time like I am.

I reach the outdoor common area before Tate catches me by my shoulders
and swings me around to face him.

“What the fuck was that? You fucking slapped me!” Tate roars at me.

“We’re done! Get your fucking hands off me and leave me the fuck alone” I
say without even thinking about what’s coming out of my mouth.

Tate quickly backs me up into the wall behind me, pinning me to it with
his body.

“What the fuck is going on? What did I do? I’ll tell you what I did, I
didn’t do anything so why don’t you tell me what the fuck do you think I did?”
he screams into my face.

I tell him about Lindsey and our fight and he goes a little pale, the
look of guilt on his face?

“I didn’t do what you think, it wasn’t what you think. We can’t talk
about this here, not now. People can hear and we just can’t. We’ll talk about
this later in private and don’t you ever fucking hit me like that again or
fucking break up with me when you don’t even know what the fuck you’re talking
about. God, Brook we’ve been together for three fucking years and you still
don’t fucking trust me. I’m not dealing with you right now. Go to class, go to
practice and I’ll call you later. We can go for a run or I’ll come to your
house but this is done for right now do you understand me? This is done, we’re
not.”

Tate releases me and I fall to the ground crying as I watch him walk away
without turning around.

It’s the talk of the school how Brook Adams slapped Tate Taylor in the
lunchroom in front of everyone. It’s all I hear about at practice and I can’t
wait to get home and have this day be over. I put on my running shoes and
without waiting for Tate to call me I start to run our route. Within a mile or
so he of course finds me and joins in running next to me without saying a word.
When we finish our route I turn to walk home without ever speaking to him.

He grabs my arm, “Brooklynn, stop! We need to talk, I can explain.” Tate
claims.

“Yeah, well I’m going home to shower, I’m not dealing with YOU right
now!”

I spit back his own words at him and I start to run back to my house.
Tate surprises me by not following me. I wanted him to fight for me, to chase
me and beg for my forgiveness. I wanted him to tell me it was all lies but he
doesn’t, he just stands there and watches me run away.
 

When I get home I blast the radio in my room with my tape of sad love
songs playing while I shave my legs and shower. “Could’ve Been”, “Anything for
You” and “Can’t Stay Away From You” play over and over again until the water
runs cold and I finally climb out of the shower and wrap myself in a towel. I
go downstairs and swipe a pint of chocolate ice cream from the freezer and a
spoon from the drawer. I take them up to my room, eat the whole pint then I go back
into my bathroom and put my finger down my throat. I have not made myself throw
up in weeks, since camp but now that I did I feel a little better, like I have
some control. I put on Tate’s gray football sweats and his red basketball
t-shirt and I hit play on the tape again. Tate has not called me and it’s
already after ten so I’m assuming he’s so pissed off at me he’s never calling me
again. I decide to try calling him even though I don’t know what I’m going to
say, what I want to say but it’s busy. This sends me back into the bathroom to
try for round two but before I get there I hear a ping sound on my window. When
I look outside Tate is standing on my back lawn throwing pebbles at my window.

“Get down here Brooklynn, we need to talk right now before I go out of my
mind” he orders.

I brush my teeth so he won’t know I threw up and I check my hair and
face. My hair has a kind of sexy bed head look to it that works but my face is
unfixable. I have been crying for hours and then throwing up so my face is a
red blotchy mess and my eyes are so puffy they are slits. I splash some cold
water on my face, it’ll have to do.

I climb down the stairs trying my best not to make a sound. I open the
back door and close it without locking it so I can get back in.

Tate takes off his sweatshirt and hands it to me saying, “As much as I
love the way you look in my t-shirt because I can see your hard nipples and it
tells me you don’t hate me that much if you’re wearing it I need you to put this
on or you’re going to get sick.”

I slide into his oversized sweatshirt and love the warmth I feel from his
body.

“How did you get here?” I ask him.

“I ran over here after my mom went to bed. Luckily my dad stayed in the
city tonight so I only had to wait for my mother to fall asleep. I took the
phone off the hook in case you called so it won’t wake her up. Now what the
fuck is going on? I assume the slap which by the way was really hard and hurt like
hell, had something to do with your fight with Lindsey Crooke today. I can
explain the whole thing with her.” Tate says without taking a single breath. He
continues, “I went to the movies with Bobby, Asia, Melissa, Cory, Erica and
Will when you were at camp. I told you about it. I didn’t tell you the stuff
about Lindsey because I handled it and it was nothing, I didn’t want to upset
you but obviously she has.”

“Go on” I prompt him wondering where this is going, it not being why I
slapped him, not what Lindsay told me at all.