Young Annabelle Series: Young Annabelle, the Truth About James, What My Heart Wants (37 page)

They were lucky.

James had taken a quick shower as soon as we got to his house. After, we sat on his bed, not knowing what to do next.

“Baby.” He whispered sensually, sliding in closer to me. His hand touched my thigh and my dress rode up a little. “You look so good in this dress.”

I gulped and eyed him with stars. “Really?”

“Really. Did you wear this dress for me?” James began kissing my neck. “It better have been for me and not that pussy pitcher guy.”

“I actually wore it for me. If that makes it any better.” I explained, leaning my head back so he could kiss deeper.

“I’m cool with that, please wear more dresses like this for yourself, I’ll be happy anyways if I get to see your amazing legs.” James hummed against my skin. His tongue grazed across my skin, licking and sucking it.

“Oh God.” I whimpered. I quickly turned, grabbing his face and pulling him in, kissing him. He leaned forward pushing his chest into mine. I fell back onto his bed and my head hits his pillow. He hovered over me, digging one knee in-between my thighs. He pushed his knee down and his thigh moved in between me. He gently grinded against my downstairs, making me feel incredible.

“You like that?” James asked in between kisses.

“Yeah,” I whimpered quietly against his lips. “I want more.”

“Really?” James green eyes flashed excitedly.

“Really.” I smiled.

James got up and quickly took off his shirt. Following him, I decided to be brave. I began to take off my dress.

James stopped me.

“No, please baby, can I?” He pleaded. I nodded and let go of my strap. James pulled down each side strap, pushing the rest of the easy fabric down my body, making me stand in only my black bra and underwear. His hands lingered up and down my body. I was thankful for my new body. It wasn’t bumpy and out of place. It was lean and toned.

“You like?” I asked him timidly.

“I love.” He grabbed me and pushed me back down on to the bed, kissing me like a mad man.

Touching me everywhere.

“Can I take off my pants?” He asked.

I blinked. “Yeah.”

His hand lingered on my bra strap. “Can I take off your bra?”

“Yeah.” I gulped. This was it.

James took his pants off quickly. Then he took off my bra, throwing it to the ground. We just had our underwear on. As his greedy eyes scoured my body for the millionth time, they paused at my breasts and he began caressing them.  “Baby, you’re freaking gorgeous.”

“Really?” I asked, meekly.

“Really.” He assured breathily, pressing his chest into mine.

He breathed hard and began grinding his underwear area against mine. My back curled in response and I cried out quietly in response.

That felt amazing.

“You like that, you want more?” He panted.

“Yeah I want more.” I told him breathily, feeling sedated.

“Do you want to?” He gulped visibly.

Go all the way?

Well there wasn’t much stopping us, we were already practically naked and I didn’t think I could walk away content without going all the way this time.

I gave him a timid nod. “Yeah, I want to.” His eyes brightened, clearly excited. He quickly lowered down and peeled my underwear off. He then slid his own off. He pressed his naked body on top of mine. The feeling was out of this world. 

“Baby, this is amazing.” He hummed, his mouth slightly opened, his eyes transfixed as if he were comatose.

“Yeah, I love it too. Push against me more.” I cried, pushing myself ‘there’ into his ‘there’.

“If I do then I really will lose it, and this will be over before it begins.” He groaned.

Over?

Oh God, over, meaning….he was going to spill on me or even in me?

All of a sudden memories of the safe sex class I took in the ninth grade came to me.

“Do you have a condom?” I asked, grabbing his shoulders, stopping him from moving.

“Yeah.” He breathed.

“Have you ever had sex before?” I asked, letting go of his arms.

He nodded and pressed his chest into mine. “Yes, but not since I met you.”

“Really?” I breathed, elated.

“Really.” He assured.

He reached over to his night stand and pulled out a square foil packet. He took the latex out and slid it over his man part, which had grown even larger. I stared at it fascinated.

“You like what you see Fireball?” James smirked as he nestled against me again, all wrapped up.

I grinned “Damn right.”

“This might hurt a little.” He expressed thoughtfully.

“I trust you, just go slow please.” I whispered, my heart starting to pound faster. Now, this was really it. It was going to happen.

“I will, trust me, you’re going to enjoy it.” He pressed the tip of his man over my edge. I breathed hard as he slowly entered inside me. I felt myself expanding. The pressure was getting more intense the more he went inside. He stopped and looked at me.

“Baby this is it, I’m going to go all in.” He panted.

“Okay.” With that he slammed into me and I cried out, biting into his shoulder.

“Ouch.” I giggled nervously after a few seconds of getting used to the pain.

OH MY
GOD! I was having sex!

“Are you okay?” James asked, not moving.

“I’m fine, it just shocked me. Go slow.” I breathed.

“Baby,” James hummed, beginning to move slowly, up and down. The friction of his movement soon took over from the pain, and I found myself craving him to move faster.

“Faster baby, I want it faster.” I begged.

He moved faster, pumping me. His fingers found their way over my downstairs and they swirled around as he moved faster. I could feel myself going somewhere out of this world.

“James.” I whimpered as my head curled into his pillow. “I don’t think I can…”

James grunted. “Baby, come, come now!”

I exploded, and knowing that we were alone, I moaned loudly. “Oh God!”

“I’m coming now!” James cried. He pumped faster for a few more seconds before stopping and collapsing on top of me, shaking. “Baby!”

I caressed his back as he finished the last of his ecstasy.

“Did you like it?” James mumbled into my skin.

“I loved it.” I said slowly.

As his man left my edge, I winced in pain as the latex grazed against my skin. He rolled to the side, facing me, caressing the side of my face, sweat dripping from his face. “That was amazing.”

“It was.” I hushed back.

“If you think I’m ever letting you go after this, you’re going to have another thing coming for you.” James warned.

I laughed as I stretched my body. “Oh really?”

“Yep, baby, this time it’s going to be different. Everyone in school is going to know that you’re my girl.” James assured and my eyes snapped open. Staring at him with pleading eyes.

I caressed the side of his face and gulped. “What about Donna and her crew, you said they get mean when they see one of their boys with other girls.”

“I’ll protect you. Always.” James promised. He leaned in and kissed me firmly on the lips, letting them linger amazingly longer than necessary. I wasn’t complaining about the lack of oxygen.

When we couldn’t handle the lack of oxygen anymore, we pulled away from our kiss and he slid off the bed. “I’m going to throw this out, I’ll be right back.”

“Okay.” I layed on his bed still panting and feeling sweaty all over. I couldn’t believe it, I had just had sex.

Good sex. Even though it was my first time and I didn’t have anything to compare it to.

It hurt in the beginning, but it went away. I could see myself doing this a lot. But here was the bigger dilemma.

Jenna!

How was I going to tell her this? She wouldn’t understand. She’d think I was tricked again, that I fell for James’s words again.

“What are you thinking about?” James asked, walking back into his room, naked.

“Nothing.” I smiled at him as he layed back onto the bed, grabbing me and sliding me against his chest. He had a few wet napkins in his hand and he bent over me, cleaning my downstairs softly.

“Thank you.” I said.

He gave me a small smile. “This is my job baby.”

I smiled warmly at him as he finished cleaning me. He threw the dirty napkins into the trash and I checked his digital alarm clock. It was just after six. I had plenty of time before I had to get home.

“James, are you going to your victory party?” I asked.

He gave me a look like I was crazy for asking. “Hell no, I’ve got other plans.”

“Oh really, like what?” I giggled, elated by his answer. 

He bit his bottom lip and leaned forward. “Like how many times I can get you to explode before having to take you home.”

I laughed and James hovered over me again, kissing me and beginning to work me, proving to me that the task he set himself wasn’t going to be as difficult as I
’d thought.

CHAPTER
29

I woke up groggily, my joints cracking as I stretched my entire body.

Why am I so sore?
I thought as my eye lids opened and the shining sun enveloped me. Then I remembered why I was so sore.

Oh yeah.
I smiled to myself. I had a pretty intense work out last night, an amazing work out actually. Too bad I didn’t wear my calorie counting watch while James and I explored one another. Mom would have been ecstatic over the calories I burned in such a short period of time.

Definitely, at least a thousand calories were burned last night!
I laughed deliriously at the thought. I got off the bed with power, with happiness and walked to my closet, opening it.

Today was going to be a big day. Even though I was promised everything from James, I was still a tiny bit skeptical, especially with our history. It would be a nightmare if he decided to ignore me, or worse touch Donna in front of me.

If he really wanted to be my man, there would be no more girls (cough, Donna, cough) touching him, laughing too close to his face, pretending that they’re something that they clearly weren’t.

He was my man and I was his girl. I really hoped at least. Today was going to be the day where he proved that to me. I gave him my virginity last night, which had turned into the most amazing
, exhilarating, stress relieving night of my life. I loved every second of it. But if he wanted more of that, well, it was a privilege and only deep and devoted boyfriends were supposed to get that privilege.

I pulled out a pair of blue skinny jeans, brand new, size six. I grabbed a medium size black tank top, the straps were wide enough to cover my bra straps.

I needed to look good today. I straightened my hair and pulled it up in high ponytail. I applied mascara, blush and lip gloss, finishing the look.

“Annabelle!” Mom called from the kitchen as I made my way down the stairs. She ha
d super hearing, I swear.

“Yeah!” I called back, sliding into my black converse.

“Darling, what about breakfast?”  Mom called from the kitchen. “You need to eat!”

I need to eat! Who would have thought those words would have come out of mom’s mouth. 

“I’ve got to go, can you bring me a nutrition bar!” I yelled, hoisting my back pack onto one shoulder.

I heard her slippered feet hustle around the kitchen. She came out in her pink bathrobe and matching slippers with a chocolate drizzled peanut nutrition bar in hand. It was only a hundred calories so it was okay for breakfast. Who would have thought, me, Annabelle Simms, counting calories because she’d actually wanted to.

I really did change from the girl last summer.

“You look lovely sweetheart!” Mom gushed like yesterday when I was wearing the dress, eyeing me from head to toe. “Everything looks really good, the jeans fit perfectly, so does the tank top, not an ounce of fat sticking out.”

“Thanks?” I jerked my head back not sure if she was actually complimenting me. Shaking the thought out of my head, I took the nutrition bar from her and opened the door. “I’m off, see you later.”

“Have a great day darling, and knock those boys dead!” Mom yelled, enthusiastically, doing her version of a fist pump. I was red faced by the time I closed the door behind me.

Knock the boys dead!
I burst into laughter. She would have never said that at the beginning of the school year, probably scared she’d hurt my feelings. If only she knew now. But I wasn’t going to tell her I had (sort of) a guy, that would be way too embarrassing.  I wasn’t even sure if I had him and I wouldn’t know until he proved himself today.

Today was the day.

It was time for James to show me what he and his word were made of. Because if he decided to keep things the same, then it’s going to be goodbye time.

Which would suck, I had a lot of fun last night, and I wanted more.

*~*~*

Jenna had swim practice early this morning, so I didn’t have to wait for her at the bottom of the stairs. I crossed the front patio, ushering around crowds of excited students. It was Friday and weekends meant one thing, party time!

Boredom and work was what it used to mean for me. Now I felt like I had some living to do. Even if I had a shift at the club tomorrow morning, my nights were still free. And from now on, I was going to use every second to its fullest.

You were only a senior in high school once…..well unless you failed.

I crossed the hallway hoping to find James in a huddle with his bro’s and Donna with her hot girl crew. That pivotal moment would be the deciding factor in our relationship. If he acknowledged me in front of all of them as he did yesterday when it was just him and me, we would continue and I would be the happiest girl in the world. If he ignored me, then we would be finished forever. If he chose option two, I’d have to find a way to stay strong. I didn’t feel like I would break down if he did that. I’d have a cry later, but it would be the last time I’d ever cry over him.

I put myself into this situation, again. Did I even have a right to be devastated if things turned horribly?

There was no sign of James or any other Kings of the hallway. Donna and her hot girl crew were absent as well.

Something’s not right.

My heart pounded as I exchanged some notebooks in my locker and then headed to English. Usually they’d all huddle together a row of lockers away from English, but I didn’t see any of them.

What’s going on? Did they change their morning hang out routine?
I entered English, it was half full and I chose a seat in the back next to the window. If James showed up late, he could at least sit beside me.

Ten minutes went by, a few more people showed up, but there was still no James. The final bell rings, Mr. Doors got up from his chair and closed the door.

Mr. Doors stood in front of the chalkboard, rubbing his hands together, scouring the room. He raised an eyebrow. “I hope everyone remembers that today is a half day. Some of you decided not to show up, making it an unofficial long weekend. Even though today is a half day, our class still counts and I will be teaching you something that will be very valuable during next week’s midweek quiz. As for the students that decided to not show up today, you all are welcome to share your notes, but I think if you want it to be fair you shouldn’t and let them worry. Tough luck for them.”

Today’s a half day!

I forgot that today was some sort of school half day thing. I chuckled a little as Mr. Doors began writing on the chalkboard. It wasn’t a break for students. It was a break for teachers.

So today was a half day, that’s great. I didn’t feel like spending all day today at school anyways. As for James, it didn’t look like he was showing up. That explained his absence this morning. I hoped that he and his boys and probably Donna and her hot girl crew weren’t altogether having fun, getting a head start to the weekend.

He obviously remembered it was a half day. But he never said anything yesterday. He wasn’t here, and neither were any of his friends.

Things weren’t looking good. The path our relationship was heading was a dark one, unless there was a reasonable explanation and James just happened to be late for school today.

Here’s hoping.

*~*~*

After my last class I headed to my locker and pulled my phone from my bag. I didn’t know if Jenna even came today, maybe she had left after swim practice. As far as I knew, she forgot today was a half day too.

Annabelle:
Did you come to school today?

While I waited for her to respond, I exchanged notebooks and grabbed whatever I needed for this weekend from my locker. When I shut my locker, my phone beeped.

Jenna:
Yeah, coming to you now!

I leaned against my locker waiting for her, playing with my phone, checking Facebook. I wasn’t friends with James on Facebook, which was odd, because least of all we should have been friends on Facebook. But I wasn’t going to send a friend request, not now anyways. He should have sent me a friend request last summer, but he didn’t.

Maybe it was a sign.

I wasn’t even worthy enough to be his Facebook friend. Or he just didn’t want me to have access to his Facebook page, tagging and all. If Jenna could find all this dirt on him via Latisha’s Facebook page, God knows what I’d find on his. Picture after picture, his boys tagging him, Donna tagging him.

That kind of made sense and I had a sinking feeling in my stomach, but I quickly disregarded it. I wasn’t allowed to feel pain
, not regarding this. I made my bed, now I had sleep in it. If it all turned horrible, than I’d have to overcome it and move on, but this time was going to be the last time. There would be no coming back from this.

“Anna!”

I looked up as Jenna walked towards me. I pushed off my locker and met her halfway. “Did you know today was a half day?” I asked her as we crossed the hallway towards the exit.

“No I forgot completely. I would have stayed home today, screw that.” Jenna said.

“You wanna go to Subway for lunch?” I asked her.

“Actually I texted my mom and told her that today was a half day, she told me to come home for lunch. I’m exhausted from swim practice this morning, I just want to go home, eat something and take a nice long nap.” Jenna explained.

“Are your parents picking you up?” I asked as we walked out the building.

“Yeah, my mom is. Why?” She asked crossing the doorway.

“No reason. I guess I’ll just go to Subway alone.”

“Awe, I’m sorry.” Jenna expressed sadly. “You want to come to my house?”

“No, you’re tired. But thanks anyways.” I told her.

“What’s wrong?” She asked, sounding concerned.

“Nothing.” I answered.

“Oh, I almost forgot! How was your talk with Dean yesterday?” Jenna’s eyes brightened.

“Oh, actually I didn’t get a chance to talk to him, he had to leave, something about his coach wanting all the players back to their school for an emergency meeting.” I explained as we went down the stairs.

“Did he say he was going to text you after though?” Jenna asked.

“Yeah.” I answered.

“Well? Did he?” Jenna pushed. She was excited.

I had completely forgot about Dean.

After James dropped me off home last night, he promised to text me. Later, I’d checked my phone for any texts from him and there weren’t any. Dean didn’t send me anything either. So much for his promise to text after too.

All the guys around me were breaking their promises, even though I was with James yesterday. It wasn’t like Dean and I were anything. We were barely friends, nothing official, so I was free to do what I’d wanted. I had no reason to feel guilty.

I was a free woman. I could do what I wanted, when I wanted. I didn’t do anything wrong last night. But would Jenna think so?

Shit! How was I going to explain last night to her?

“What did you do after? Did you go home?” Jenna asked as we stopped next to the curb, waiting for her mother’s blue minivan to show up.

“Yes, I went home.” I answered, which technically was the truth, I did go home after the game. A few hours later, but still, I went home, so it didn’t count as a lie. There was no way I could tell her, she’d kill me or worse stop being my friend because she couldn’t handle my up and down craziness. She already thought I was stupid, I could tell even if she didn’t flat out say it.

Wait a minute this was Jenna, she totally said it, just in her own way.

But could I really keep this ‘big momentous thing’ from her? This was big news in the best friend department, losing your virginity.

I lost mine last night and in the best friend rule book weren’t you supposed to tell your BFF right away?

It’s already been over twelve hours. If I waited any longer it might be worse.

I’d better tell her before her mom showed up.

Face to face.

“Jenna?” I said to her. “I have something to tell you.”

“Ugh oh, I know that face Anna. What happened, something did happen right?” Jenna exclaimed, looking horrified, then something flashed over her eyes and she looked at me in shock. “Don’t tell me you – you did what I hoped you said you were never going to do ever again.”

I gave her my best ‘oops’ look. “I’m sorry.”

She slapped her hand across her forehead and turned away. “God damn it Anna! You let him in again? How? When?”

“In the parking lot.” I told her, sounding pathetic.

“When you went to meet Dean?” Her jaw dropped.

“Yes.” I said meekly.

“How?” She screeched.

I exhaled before answering. “After Dean texted me he had to leave, James started texting me. Well actually his friends bombarded me at the drinking fountain. James told them about our relationship. I think they told him that they talked to me. I told them that I was on my way somewhere, then I started getting all these texts from him in the parking lot. Then as I was texting him back, he found me. He probably heard my phone or saw me from wherever it was he was hanging out.”