Innocence (19 page)

She stopped to think for a few seconds, knots in her tummy, wondering if maybe a male at the party would help her confront her curiosity, only she didn’t wish to appear cheap and slutty. Girls at school had always appeared so desperate, throwing themselves by the sound of it, gagging to have sex.

However, what mystified her was how much social media promoted it, she read a magazine, with headline being,
How to enjoy and have the best orgasms! Hey lads, love her and not shag her!
Sexual experiences couldn’t be that bad or it wouldn’t be advertised. Everything appear to run around sex. She would confess when on the bus heading home she had seen a large banner on the side of a building advertising men’s underwear, not only was the male model hot, but she looked to see whether he had a big willy or not, she flushed with crimson to her naughty thought.

Anxious, chewing her inner cheek, stomach somersaulting, wondering if she should go in and find a man, but then her subconscious told her he needed to be special, someone who would respect the fact she was a virgin and needed to have it taken slow.

“How does it fit in a woman?” she asked, twiddling her fingers.

“The woman accommodates him and stretches to his size. Not that all men are massive and hung like
long dong
.” He chuckled.

“Oh,” was all she could say, having no idea who
long dong
was. It sounded horrendous and bloody painful and wondered if her tight little hole would even accommodate a man’s
bit.

“You sound unsure,” he said, his voice sounding closer b. She heard the sound of his foot rubbing against the floor. Then his hand touched her left shoulder.

“I believe it’s a love hate relationship, you either like it or you don’t,” he explained sweetly.

“What if I hate it?”

“Well, you won’t know until you try. Then I guess if you don’t like it, you never have to do it again.”

Sophie could feel his breath on her naked shoulder while his hand gently caressed her naked skin. A large lump formed in her throat. She wanted to try it.

She forced the lump down her throat. “Don’t I need to be in a relationship?”

“Well, you could. I mean the first time needs to be special and with someone you like. I wouldn’t recommend you putting yourself about, stalking a guy even, just to have sex with him. Unless, of course you’re honest with him and tell him you’re a virgin,” Calvin said. Just the word virgin sounded like a tight bitch.

“So what do you suggest,” she said anxious, losing herself in his touch as he rubbed up and down her arm, aware now what she was hungry for, whether she enjoyed it would be another question, but like Calvin said, it needed to be with someone special. Was Calvin that someone special?

The palms of his hands touched her shoulders, kneading them gently, sending shots of pleasure to her womanhood, and making her boobs tingle. She wondered if this was the start of an erotic moment.

“Does it hurt?” she asked again.

“I don’t know,” he said sweetly.

“Do you like it?”

“Yes. Yes I do.”

“What do you like about it?” she asked keeping her voice a whisper.

He moved in closer to the point she could feel his breath on her dancing over her naked shoulder. In a soft voice he spoke, “I like the fact that I am wrapped around a woman, being close and intimate, exploring and enjoying one another…and I also…well…I like my…” He coughed. “Cock inside,” he added.

She froze.

“I like to feel the heat generating of her body, smelling her hair, listening to the sound of her moans as I take her, breathe her in, seduce her, send her to another planet. I love the way she wiggles underneath me, lusting, gasping, allowing our bodies to make the ultimate connection.”

Sophie was speechless. Her eyes hooded while his breath ambled over her sensitive skin. Her boobs tingling, her mind drifting into his capture, already he had her. She cocked her head to the side and breathed slowly. His fingertips touched her upper arms, sending shots of pleasure down to her womanhood. Sophie felt sure she was damp below, was that natural? 

Her cheeks flushed.

Shaking, or excited, or both mixed together. His fingertips walked her arms, his breath dancing in the nap of her neck, making her knees weak.

Sophie turned around he stared at her with no frown marks, looking gorgeous and irresistible, but was he the man to share her first time with? He placed his thumb gently across her lips softly stroking. Her stomach ached, getting a vibe she knew where the moment was heading. Did she want it? Did she want it with him? She had known Calvin but only as her parents’ friends’ son.  Now she stood before him, staring into his divine eyes, which forced her stomach to tumble. Her nerves rattled like never before, and her heart thumped in her chest while her tummy flipped about, dreading what she was about to do. Was she ready for it?
Oh God, please don’t make this be a massive mistake and something I’ll regret doing. I want it. I am tired of being a young girl, I want to become a woman and explore the opposite sex. Is Calvin, the right man to do it with? I have no idea, but what do I have to lose?

Gently, his fingers tickled her cheek. He moulded his hand around her chin as his thumb ran across her soft lips. His hand felt so velvety, losing herself into his caress. Her eyes shut tight, engaging into his passion. The barn fell silent, only the sound of the music booming out from the party.

“Your party,” she said and stepped back. Calvin stared profoundly into her eyes.

“Hey!”

“Your party. Your guests.”

“I am sure they are fine without me, I don’t even know half of the people.”

“Really, how come?” she asked surprised. Sophie felt unsure she understood if he had a party without knowing anyone.

“Friends have brought their friends,” he stated.

“Oh…Oh I see.” He took a few small steps back toward her. 

She watched him pout his lips and move closer to her.  Nerves took over, wanting to at least try and relax. She closed her eyes and waited for his contact.

“Breathe, Sophie,” Calvin said softly.

She quickly released the air from her lungs when his lips, silky and gentle, collided with hers. His hand crept around to her back and he slowly stepped closer and pulled her into his grasp. He kissed her several times before she could gain the courage to respond and kiss him back. She puckered her lips together and made the desired connection to his. They kissed. Sophie enjoyed his taste, even if it was of beer. She wanted Calvin and craved to experience sex with him.

“Should we be doing this?” Sophie whispered.

“We can stop,” he tenderly answered her.

“You won’t tell anyone?”

“Never!”

She pulled back and stared into his desirable eyes, admiring him, drinking him in. She needed, and wanted him.

Sophie pressed her lips gently back against his, tilting her head to the side. She liked it so far!

His hand ran softly up and down her spine, and then wrapped his arms around her moving her into position. The kiss was feather-light so whisper-soft, sending tingles throughout her body. Apprehensive, she was doing the right thing, feeling disobedient. She wanted to do this, she longed to feel a man. Sophie kissed him back, wanting to touch, but scared in case he changed his mind. She felt wanton…and it felt incredibly good.

Sophie opened her eyes to make sure Calvin was still there, the last year or so since turning sixteen she had thought about a man’s touch, to be intimate and here she was. The gorgeous man remained standing before her, lips pouted. She closed her eyes once again, craving the feel of his lips against hers.

His lips touched hers, so soft, so delicate. She tilted her head to the side while Calvin turned the kiss more passionate, his lips became firmer, more urgent and he held one hand around her waist, pulling her closer.

She shivered at his touch. The anticipation heightened her arousal. Calvin deepened the kiss, touching his tongue to her lips. She opened in acceptance, her own tongue seeking his, it all felt strange, but wow, did she long to see this through despite her reservations.

Calvin had his tongue inside her mouth, curling and twisting as his fingertips pressed securely against her spine, sending igniting vibrations throughout her body. She hitched her breath loving the closeness and his body heat keeping her warm. Her skin was sensitive to his touch, adoring having him this close. This was becoming a fairy-tale night she would remember forever.

* * * *

Present Day

“Oh my God…” that was all he could cry out.

His stomach somersaulted while his heart skipped beats and his lungs stopped functioning. This had to be a massive mistake, it was all coincidental, surely she was not the girl he took into the barn and stole her virginity from. No way had he left her expecting their baby, no way had she fallen pregnant, she couldn’t have, he used a condom. He wrapped his dick up for his and her protection. How could sperm have got through?
No, no it wasn’t possible. There was a major mix-up, there had to be
.

“Calvin, what is it,” his mum said, her arm secured around his shoulders offering him comfort.

“No,” he said, still trying to get his head around the situation, not believing it. It couldn’t be her. She looked so different…brunette and not blonde…her face, body…expecting, no way could it be her, however everything added up to being her.

Calvin managed to gain the strength to push his mum off him. He stepped to the side to get away, disgusted.

“No, I deserve shit. It’s my fault, it’s all my bloody fault…” he cried out, tears streaming down his cheeks unable to think or see clearly. He couldn’t breathe out his nostrils and snorted heavy. He wiped his eyes, which wasn’t any good as more torrents of tears came.

“No…God, no.” The ache in his chest was unreal.

“Calvin, you’re not making sense. What has happened?” his mum spoke, concerned.

“Her past and future is all my fault.”

“What? How?” she asked, stunned.

“Oh God,” he sobbed.

A sharp pain cut across his stomach, forcing him to double over and clench. He curled into a tight ball. The discomfort was excruciating, every limb in his body hurt and he had no idea what the hell to do. Guilt was all he could feel. All her anguish and her living a bad lifestyle was because of him.

“Calvin, you need to explain,” his mum voiced. “I need to understand what on earth is causing you this grief.”

“Oh, Mum,” he called out lifting his head while holding his stomach. “All this is my fault.”

“Calvin, you need to make sense,” his father ordered.

“I need you to sort yourself out and explain to us what is your fault?” his mum spoke firm.

He was passed a tissue and blew his nose, followed by wiping away the tears, but they kept flowing with blame.

“Fine, you want the truth,” he said.

Calvin tried to straighten his body to stare at his parents not looking forward to telling them what their precious son had been up to all those damn years ago and how Sophie was where she was because of him. “Well, I am not the son you thought I was. The night of my eighteenth…”

Ross interrupted, “Oh come on.”

Calvin turned to scowl at Ross. He needed to be the one to tell them what their son had done. He looked at his parents who waited impatiently for one of them to explain what was going on.

“Can I continue?” he asked irritated.

Ross shrugged his shoulders and turned away.

“The night of my party I had invited Sophie, praying she would turn up. She did!”

His parents stood intrigued to what he was about to announce if they hadn’t already worked it out.

“We went to the barn…” He watched his parents widened their eyes. “We had sex,” he said, cutting but straight to the point.

“Oh great! And?” his father asked, raising his voice.

“And well that was it, until yesterday and I found out what had happened.” Tears ran down his cheeks. “I had no idea it was her until Ross, just pointed it out, but now…yes, yes it is her, yes, her hair is a different color and well stating the obvious her body is different due to being heavily pregnant. I thought she looked familiar, but I couldn’t place where from. She told me about her leaving the village when she was sixteen, I should have then put two and two together, but I didn’t,” he said, hating himself for not recognising her sooner.

“Why did she leave the village?” his mum asked.

He gazed at his mum, forcing the bile down his throat, needing to somehow pull himself together, but his heart, chest, stomach, in fact every limb and joint killed him.

“Calvin, didn’t she leave because she resented living in the village and wanted to go to York?”

He looked sharply at his mum and scoffed. “Is that what your mother told you, pathetic bitch,” he scorned. His mum shot her eyes wide open.  “The real reason she left was because of her mother.” He paused and came up for air, longing to compose himself. His nose blocked.