The Longest Ride (2 page)

A large part of me wanted him to take me right there on the table. I could see it now, him ripping down my jeans and tossing me face first onto the oak table. Ripping off my thong and then thrusting his cock deep inside my pussy, and then my ass while gripping the back of my hair tightly to gain leverage. My breathing started to get stronger. I knew if I kept going it was going to happen.  I couldn’t let it happen. I had it all planned out and while I loved the idea of fucking on the table. It would have to wait for another time. I wanted the first time to be in a hotel. Surrounded by rose petals, soft pillows and lots of champagne.

I pushed up and away. He tried to pull me back but I put some distance between us.

“No Matt I can’t. Not here. Later.”

“Come on Victoria. You can’t stop now. My cock is going to explode.”

“You are going to have to calm it down.”

“Are you serious?”

“Listen my brother could walk in and the last image I want to have branded into his mind, is my ass in the air with your cock inside.”

I buttoned up my top, and adjusted my jeans.

“Fucking hell Victoria, this is bullshit. I bet you any money tonight you are going to do the same. Hotel or no hotel, I think you are scared of losing your virginity.”

He was angry. I hadn’t seen this side of him before. I didn’t want to make him angry, but if he couldn’t wait then he probably didn’t deserve me. I felt a crushing blow of sadness and guilt.

“Let’s get going. The sooner we get to the party, the sooner you can get your freak on.” I hoped that would make him feel better, change his mind or at least think clearly as right now he was just thinking with his dick.

Matt groaned, adjusted his cock in his jeans and lit a cigarette.

“You can’t smoke in here.”

“Can’t fuck in here either. Sue me!”

“Are you going to act all childish about this and ruin the evening? As if you keep this up, there won’t be any sex at all.”

He laughed. “Really? Seems there isn’t any sex anyway, so I wouldn’t be missing out.”

I shook my head. Let’s just get to the party, that’s all I could think. I moved toward the door.

“Are you coming or not?”

“Yeah.”

He blew past me as if I was just a stranger in a store. I followed after him quickly and tried to take his hand but he just let it go. I could see he was seriously pissed. I had really done it now.

“Come on, let’s not ruin the evening.”

“Ruin it? I think it already is.”

“What? Just because I wouldn’t let you have it right then?

He never replied.

We got into the car and spent the next ten minutes of the journey in silence. As we arrived at the forest, stars lit up the sky, and an amber glow flickered between the trees. The smell of pine, burning embers and burgers permeated the air. The pulse of a strong beat immediately assaulted us as we ventured deep into the forest. I was tripping over branches, looking at him hoping that he might offer some assistance. But he just soldiered on as if I wasn’t even with him.

When we arrived. A blazing fire tore up into the darkness, flames danced beneath a full moon and everyone was shaking their asses. Kegs of beer were being rolled into place and trucks had been backed up into the forest so people had places to sit.

“Do you want something to eat?” Warren, a friend of Matt’s shouted.

“Yeah, I’ll have a burger, and get the girl a hotdog.”

I hadn’t even wanted one, but I assumed he was just trying to make the most of the evening. Maybe change the atmosphere between us.

For the following half an hour, we sat and stared at the fire. That wild, epic night was gone. All that was left was his miserable ass and me wondering if I should just take him into the wood and do what Julie said. Fuck him there, and not wait for the hotel.

“I’m gonna get a drink, and chat to a few friends.”

I nodded. “Ok.”

I actually was kind of pleased that he was gone for a few minutes. The tension between us was tangible. It wasn’t exactly how I had planned this out in my head.

“VICTORIA!” the sound of Shelly Palmer squealing with delight pierced my ear drum. I turned to find her juggling a plate of jello shots.

“Something’s not right,” she immediately said.

“What?”

“You.”

“What’s not right about me,” I instinctively started checking my hair to see if a pine cone had dropped into it.

“You look pissed off.”

“Yeah I guess you could say that.” I replied.

“Guessing Matt is being a jerk again?”

I swallowed what was left of my drink and tossed the cup.

“You got it.”

“Well I for one plan to enjoy myself tonight and not have any guys piss on my parade. Join me.”

I chuckled. She offered me a jello shot and I took two.

“That’s my girl.”

We spent the next ten minutes popping back jello shots. There’s something about jello shots, they go down easy and you don’t feel anything, so you have another and another until you feel as though you have hit a brick wall. It just hits you all at once. That’s exactly what happened to me.

I must have blacked out as when I came to, I had drool coming out the side of my mouth and I was on the floor staring at a mouse. I freaked and jumped up only to find myself stumbling back. My head was spinning. Everything around me was turning in a sickening motion. I groaned, grasped the nearest tree and vomited. After several minutes I felt much better. Well, at least I could stand.

Now all I wanted to do was find Matt, and get the hell out of there. I felt horny, frustrated and was ready to give up my virginity. Even if it wasn’t exactly how I had planned it out. I now had visions of laying passed out with him going at it.

“Have you seen Matt?” I shouted into the ear of one of his closest friends.

“Last I saw, he went in that direction,” he pointed off into the forest.

I blinked, rubbed my face as the trees looked as if they were moving.

I stumbled forward, using each tree to brace myself.

Darkness slowly crept around me as I got further and further into the forest. The noise of the party got quieter until I could hear the sound of someone having sex. Passing another tree I glanced down to see a couple I knew staring up.

“Seriously, get a room.”

“Fuck off you freak.” The guy said.

“Screw you buddy.” I pressed on. Where the hell was he?

Rounding another set of trees, I could see a trail of underwear. That’s when I saw his Letterman jacket. Matt? I peered into the darkness. I could barely see a few feet ahead of me. The undergrowth was thick and the trees blocked out the light of the moon. Slowly I found myself getting closer to a clearing where the moon was peeking through.

It wasn’t him or her that I registered first. It was the sound of his voice.

“I can’t believe you are letting me do this to you ass.”

“Why, because your girlfriend is a prude?”

A prude? Who the fuck was calling me a prude?

I came round a tree and the shock nearly floored me.

Down on their knees. Matt was fucking her from behind, holding her hair back. As he pulled it I got a glimpse of her face.

It was Julie. I couldn’t believe it.

There’s no fucking way. He’s fucking my best friend? She’s calling me a prude?

Bitch!

I froze in place, barley able to say a word except watch in horror. He was faithful, or at least I thought he was. She was my best friend, or was she? I never imagined she would do this to me. Him, yes, but her no! Julie was completely naked, Matt just had his jeans pulled down.

“Matt?”

He jerked around and his jaw dropped. Julie turned and I could see the look of embarrassment in her eyes. She knew she had stabbed me in the heart. Matt pushed her forward until she face planted. His cock bobbed in the air.

“Victoria, I can explain.”

“Don’t. Don’t you dare!”

Julie pulled herself up, grabbing at her clothes. “Vic, I’m sorry. I…” she said.

I moved toward them, and slapped her across the face.

“He was mine. I was going to have sex with him tonight. How fucking dare you take that from me? You already had a guy.”

“He broke up with me, Vic,” she replied.

“So you thought you could fuck mine?”

“Victoria.”

I threw my hand up at Matt without looking at him. He said no more.

Julie pulled on her clothes and began to cry. Yeah like that was going to fuck help. I wanted to hurt her. I wanted to slap her again so hard. And as for him, he was lucky I didn’t have a hunting knife. I would have cut that cock off instantly. I was fuming, not thinking straight and I just wanted to get the hell out of there.

He grabbed at my shoulder. “Look, I thought you didn’t want it. I thought you wanted to break up with me. Or that you weren’t interested in me.”

“Really?” I stammered. “You’re an idiot! I’m fucking glad I didn’t give you my pussy.”

“Its your fault.”

“Mine?” I shouted back.

“If you had just let me take you at your house, we could have had a great time here and then still gone back to the hotel and had the romantic shit.”

“The romantic shit?”

“Yeah, like come on. What did you really think a nice hotel, petals makes it all good? What makes it good is what your willing to do. And let’s face it, you would have never taken it in the ass, you wouldn’t even opened your pussy for me.”

I jumped at him slapping him around the face, he grabbed my wrists and threw me to the floor.

“Fuck you Victoria.”

“Fuck you.” I began balling my eyes out. I jumped up and stumbled back into the forest. I kept running, pushing forward, tripping over tree roots and cutting myself on sharp brambles that stuck out. I just wanted to get as far away from there as possible. I was fuming; I had never felt so much anger or hate. I was a virgin, and if I wanted the night to be special, who was he to say how it should go? It was my virginity.

Running, I pulled my phone out and shot Julie a text message.

BITCH! Don’t ever, ever call me, text me or come around. We are through!

I blocked her contact details

Lying bastard and lying bitch. The hate coursed through me.

As I got closer to the other side of the forest, I could see lights in the distance. In my drunken state I could barely make out if they were regular car lights, ambulance or… I was moving as such a pace, I didn’t even think to stop.

Holy crap! It’s the police!

Before I could dash back into the forest I felt a firm grip on my wrist.

“Young lady, you are under arrest.”

I flung around to find a beefy cop attaching handcuffs around my wrist. Several cop cars were parked a few feet away.

“Serge. I’ve got one, I think they are on the west side, not the east.”

“Ten, four.”

“Get your hands off me.” I struggled but it was useless.

“You kids just don’t know when to stop until one of you gets in a car accident.”

As if he was without blame. No doubt, he had got drunk a fair few times, even been out to a few frat parties when he was my age.

Stepping out into a clearing, the lights from the cars were blinding. Slowly a figure came into focus.

“I can take this from here deputy. This is a friend of my daughters.”

It was Julie’s dad, Mason. Oh shit, I was royally screwed now. He would take me home and that would be the end of it. They would go nuts.

“Julie with you?” he asked.

“No.” I had few other words to say about her.

“I told her not to go to this. You girls really should listen.”

I nodded.

“You look a bit ill?”

“I just had too much to drink. You should have seen me earlier.”

He shook his head, opened the cruiser door and assisted me into the car.

Once inside, he jotted a few notes on a pad of paper, called over to another officer and then pulled away.

“I guess you are going to tell my parents?”

He said nothing.

“Mason. I mean Mr. Hunt or Officer Hunt are you going to tell my parents?”

“That’s up to you?”

That was odd. Up to me?

“What do you mean?”

He kept his eyes fixed on the road.

“Mr. Hunt?”

“Listen, your parents don’t need this shit. I know you don’t need it. Hell, I don’t need it. But here’s what I’m going to offer you, and then you can decide.”

I sat with bated breath wondering what he was going to offer.

“You know that I like you. But I’m an officer of the law. You’re my kids friend and well I’m more than twice your age.”