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             “Not often,” she guiltily grins.

             “Where were you?”
I wonder.
Please
say a baseball field.

             “In the dugout of a baseball field, or on home
plate, or against the backstop,” she lists off.

            Fuck me.

            I close my eyes and take a deep breath, trying so
hard to stop picturing me fucking her in all of those places that are way more
specific than I was thinking she would give me. Clearly she

s
fucking thought about it before. A lot. In depth. And it

s
fucking hot.

             “There

s other non baseball
places, too, like a pool, the train, in a locker room, in your Jeep-” she
continues, but she needs to fucking stop. I

m so fucking
turned on that I actually think about taking her right here in my bed.
Obviously that isn

t what she imagined for her first time.
She thinks like I do. I want to fuck her anywhere and everywhere, and I

m determined to do so. I don

t want to
start somewhere as boring as a bed. And we can

t leave my
house this late on a school night without getting caught and grounded. Then I

d have to wait at least a week to even see her. I can

t do it. We aren

t quite ready yet
anyways.

            I press the back of her head towards me, so our lips
connect and sexual fantasies stop pouring out of her mouth as fast as the blood
can pump through me. We kiss for a minute while I calm down a little, her every
pucker soothing me to the core.

            Eventually she pulls away but stays close, our noses
almost touching. “So why exactly are we not fucking tonight?”

             “Because I want your first time to be as good as you
imagined, and I want us to be ready as a couple,”
I tell her.

So I

ll tell you what…” I lightly push her
off me and head for my closet where I keep my unopened box of condoms. I unseal
the box and rip one from the line and walk over to my dresser where my wallet
lies. “I

ll keep one with me at all times, so whenever we

re somewhere I

ll be prepared.”

             “You

re going to need more than
one in there,” she taunts me.
Breathe, Skyler.

             “I

ll restock,

I chuckle. I slide the condom in its own pocket in my wallet and rejoin Buzz in
my bed. We

re both still severely turned on, so I add, “For
now, I

ll have to find other ways to pleasure you.”

             “Ooh, yes please,” she smiles and then bites her lip
to try to be cute. She doesn

t need to try, but I love it
anyways.

             “I just need you to promise me two things tonight.
And these promises will last forever, okay?” I demand as I climb on top of her
lying on her back. She nods and joins me in being serious for a moment while we
make our vows. “Number one: if you ever get dizzy or your head fucking hurts
even a little bit, you have to fucking tell me so we stop immediately. I don

t care how good it feels in other places. If your head hurts,
we stop.”

             “Okay,” she obliges. “And number two?”

             “If I ever do something you don

t
like or I

m hurting you, tell me,” I adds.

             “Okay,” she agrees, and her face softens again. “I
promise.”

             “Thank you,” I say sternly and then give her a
forehead kiss. I feel better with her knowing she can be as honest and
vulnerable with me as she wants or needs. The last thing I want for her to do
is pass out or have a brain aneurysm because she

s trying
to play it cool with me. “So… where were we?” I joke, reaching my hand down the
front of her panties and feeling her wetness. She

s
soaked. Holy fuck do I want to be all the way inside of her and not just use my
hand, but I just vowed to live up to her imagination for her first time, so I
have to stick to it.

             “Mmmmm,” she moans as I push a finger inside her,
followed by a second one. She leans forward so our lips can meet, but she can
barely catch her breath enough to purse hers. I feel like I

m
high. The adrenaline pumping through my body is being produced from her
pleasured moans. I work my fingers in her, paying careful attention to what
motions make her form more satisfying noises while I kiss a line up from her
collarbone to her ear. Her breath is way too inconsistent to continue kissing
me, which is fucking fine by me. Listening to her get off is the best thing she
can ever fucking give me.

            After a few minutes her breath quickens, her fingers
grasp onto my shoulder and hair, and her muscles pulse around my fingers as she
soaks me in her pleasure. She reaches her lips up to mine again and we exchange
tongues as I hold my fingers on the edge of her until the pulsing completely
stops. She

s fierce, and I can feel her high at every
place that we touch. It takes well over two minutes for her to calm down to a
normal resting pace.

            I pull my fingers out and make sure to not touch her
with that hand. “You okay?” I hope, looking down as I kneel over her.

            Closing her eyes, she nods and bites on her lip again
to keep her smile from taking over her entire face. She

s
totally fucking rewinding and replaying what just happened. I get as much
pleasure from watching her be that giddy as she does from her orgasm. That is
until her eyes reopen and she suddenly drops her lips into a frown.

             “Sky?” she starts.

             “Yeah, B. What

s
up?
” I worry, rubbing her leg with my dry hand. Her mood abruptly
changed on me, and I need to know what she

s fucking thinking.

             “
I need
you
to promise
me
something now,”
Buzz commands.

           
I don’
t like the sound of this
.

           
I don’
t answer
her. I can

t. I can

t
guarantee that I can promise her whatever she

s about to
ask me. It sounds like she

s going to say “promise me this
will never happen again” or “promise me you

ll let me get
you off now” because I don

t want either of those things
to happen.

             “Promise me that you won

t ask
if I

m okay every single time we do something,” she sighs,
and I let out the breath I have been using to suffocate myself. To me, it

s kind of a dumb promise. I

m going to
fucking worry about her every day regardless if we

re
together or not, but I can see how she might feel about it. If something is
wrong, she will fucking tell me, so why do I have to ask? Also, she just said
every
single time
, meaning that I can ask sometimes, just not every time.

             “Okay. I promise,” I finally tell her. “I only do
that because I love you, B.”

            Oh God. I didn

t mean for that
to escape. I mean, it

s true, but fuck we

ve
been together less than a day and I

ve already dropped the
“L” bomb on her. Damn hormones.

            She immediately scooches her way into a sitting
position on top of one of my pillows at the head of the bed where she was just
lying. The Cubs logo on the panties she

s wearing is level
with my eyes for a moment until I move back to let her breathe. I think I can
hear her heart banging to get out of her chest right now. “Sky…” her voice
trails off as she slowly tries to catch her breath. Somehow I caught her completely
off guard, kind of like I did myself. It
still isn

t the reaction I would expect from this confession at all.

             “
Buzz,
” I acknowledge her,
still holding onto her bare thigh.

             “You love me… like…
really
love me?” she
questions with slightly moistened eyes. There is so much disbelief in her voice
that it actually fucking hurts me. She should already know. It shouldn

t be a big surprise. I

d like to think we
aren

t so desperate to have sex that we would do it just “because.”
I guess it

s a good thing I stopped us for the night; I
want her to really be ready when the time comes for us to connect on that
level.

             “Yes. Of course I fucking love you,” I declare. “And
I

m
in
love with you.”

            Then she lunges forward and wraps her arms around me
as I lose my balance and fall back onto the bed with her on top of me. For a
moment her hair is in my face and she digs her chin into my shoulder, but then
she leans back and whispers, “I love you, Sky.”

            Now I understand her overwhelmed reaction a moment
ago. I pretty much knew how she felt, but hearing it for the first time
strengthens that bond. Nothing can feel this good, not even a true grand slam
in a championship game or in the bedroom.

 

            It

s all too fucking perfect.
Seriously. We fall asleep tangled in each other

s arms and
legs while we face each other after just professing our love for each other for
the first time. I purchased a body pillow to go across the head of my bed so
there isn

t an awkward canyon between our faces from the
individual pillows, and her nose rests just below mine. I feel her warm breath
on the skin of my bare chest. We

re like jagged pieces of
glass that broke apart, but, with time and patience, actually fit flawlessly
together.

            That is until the middle of the night when I wake up
and reach out for her and suddenly feel nothing but air and twisted sheets
where she once lay. I look over at the connecting Jack-and-Jill bathroom door
that has the light shining underneath it. No sounds of hurling can be heard,
which I immediately assume is a good thing.

            God am I fucking wrong.

            After lightly knocking on the door, I listen closely
for an answer. I wait a moment but hear nothing, not even her feet sliding
across the tile floor. So I try again a little harder in case she didn

t hear me the first time.

             “
Buzz?
” I ask in a normal
voice. I don

t care that it

s the
actual middle of the night anymore. She

s scaring me. How
did I not fucking hear or feel her wake up?
I knock for a last time and
reach for the door handle. I

m worried I

ll
be walking in on her and completely invading her privacy and violating every
fucking boyfriend code in the world, but I have a bad feeling that something

s happened to her. “B, I

m
coming in,
” I announce, wincing before opening the door all the way.
When I see her, I stop breathing and actually take a step back to catch my
balance.

            There

s puke and blood covering
the tile floor underneath her as she appears to have collapsed on it and hit
her head.

           
It

s just a
nightmare. Wake up, Sky! Just wake up!

            But then a voice comes from my bedroom alerting me
that this is real. It

s so fucking real.

             “Skyler, is everything okay?” my mom whispers,
appearing in the doorway to the bathroom. Her eyes squint at the light, and I
know she hasn

t seen Buzz yet.

             “No,” I realize, the panic starting to set in on my
chest. “Go start the car. We need to get her to the fucking hospital.”

            After my mom leaves to get dressed quickly and start
the car, I try to determine the severity of this situation. “
Buzz,

I call to her, but she doesn

t even flinch.
“Fuck,”
I mutter under my breath.

             After running to my closet to get a pair of my
shorts for her since she

s just in her adorable Cubs
panties, I slide them on her sprawled out legs and check her for a pulse. It

s weak, but I get one and then pick her up underneath her knees
and behind her back.

             “Come on, B. Stay here. Don
’t leave
me,
” I plead. At least on the day of her accident I knew what fucking
happened. Walking into that bathroom I

m clueless and
therefore just as scared that her life is in danger again.

            Unlike the day of her wake-boarding accident on the
lake, Buzz isn

t conscious at all during the process of me
finding her, carrying her, or driving her to the hospital. My mom drives us as
I hold Buzz in my arms in the backseat, praying for another miracle. The back
of her head stops bleeding a few minutes after I prop her up so her head is
above her heart. Fishing through the seaweed of her hair allows me to see that
the cut is minor, and she probably won

t even need
stitches. But however she hit her head after, or while, throwing up made her go
unconscious and she is still completely unresponsive. I hate seeing her this
still. The girl never stops looking for the next adventure. Going to the
hospital doesn

t count.

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