Tangled Up In You (A Savioe Family Novel) (11 page)

I ran into my room and rummaged through my bag for my phone. Finding it under his shirt form the other day I pulled up her number and called her.

“Come on pick up. Pick up. Pick up!” I rambled as her house phone rang.

“Frasier residence.” Her father answered gruffly.

“Hey. It’s Roxy can I talk to Jess please?”

He must have heard the slight tremble in my voice because he asked. “Is everything okay? You sound like you are about to cry or something.”

“I’m fine I’m just having a girl crisis.” My lip trembled over his alarm.

“Oh. I’ll go get her.” Instead of him normall
y yelling for her, I heard him place the phone down and walk to her door.

She quickly picked up the receiver and yelled back. “I got it Dad!” I heard the other h
andset click off before she asked. “So….”

“He just left and I don’t know what to think about what just happened.” I confessed sitting down on my bed.

She gasped. “Did you fuck him?”

“No! We were just watching a movie and he started kissing me. And I uh… kinda attacked him. I straddled him and pretty much just dry humped him.” I closed my eyes trying to ignore how my heart sped up at the memory of his lingering touch.

“Really, just a kiss and a bit of grinding? If that’s all then why are you border-lining on freaking out?” I heard a snip of toenail clippers in the background.

“Because I um…. Well, let’s just say I found out what an O feels like and kinda made sure he had one too.”

“Shut up! You dirty little slut. I want all the details. Like now!” She squealed into the phone.

“I already told you. I was just straddling him, kissing him and grinded against him.” I sat up on the edge of my bed and grumbled into the phone. “Well and at one point I took my shirt off.”

“So you didn’t even like have skin to skin contact and he blew his wad?”

“Jess!” I shouted.

“What? If he can go off that quick without a lot of stimulation just imagine how lousy he’d be in bed. You’d be lucky to even get penetrated before he shoots off.” She explained disgust apparent in her tone.

“I’m not even thinking about that right now. I’m just worried that he might think I’m going to be a sure thing now thanks to me channeling my inner you.” I gr
umbled out.

She laughed. “If you channeled me then we would be having a different talk right now. Honestly, girl, don’t worry about it. If he freaks or says shit then he is not the one for you. Simple as that.”

I heard a knock on my door. With phone in hand, I walked over and opened it. My mom stood there. I motioned for her to come in. “Jess, it’s not really that simple. You know I’m still going to fret over it. Anyway, mom is here waiting patiently for me to get off the phone. I’ll see you in the morning.”

I hung up the phone and placed it on my nightstand before crawling
onto bed. She scanned the room and noticed my school clothes in the hamper that now covered my shorts and underwear from earlier. I looked away trying to conceal any signs of embarrassment or guilt. She sighed and sat down on the end of my bed. “So, I take it you had someone over tonight. I noticed the extra plate in the dishwasher.” I nodded and grabbed my pillow hugging it to my chest. She worriedly noticed my action and asked, “What’s up? You know you can tell me anything.”

I bit my now trembling lip and buried my face in my pillow. With my voice
muffled, I told her what happened between Luke and me. The dinner, the talking, and the discovery of my inner tramp.

She let out a sigh and tugged the pillow away from me. “So you think he i
s going to think you are some ho now and is going to treat you differently because of it?” I nodded at her. She moved closer to me and gave me a slight hug. “Sweetie, let me ask you this. Did he freak out or act standoffish afterward?”

“No. He just went to the bathroom and we said our goodbyes. Mom, I’m just so worried about it. I never knew I had that part of me. I’m terrified that I’m going to end up like Jess.”

She let out a soft laugh. “Roxanne, you are a hormonally crazed teenager, but you are also intelligent to know the repercussions of your actions. Just so you know that your school means more than your social life, you shouldn’t allow this to worry you so much. I know as a parent I should really be telling you to not to have sex or experiment but I can’t bring myself to be that much of a hypocrite. Just stay safe. If you think Luke could possibly be the one you’d let tickle your sweet spot go for it. But, I will make an appointment for you as soon as we can to get you put on the pill before you let things go further than what they did tonight. I’ll try for some time this week, that way it can be in your system for a while before your relationship progresses.”

“Um… okay. Shouldn’t I be concerned over how
fast things are moving though?”

“Sweetie, sometimes things happen quickly. Look at your father and me. I knew the night I met him that he was mine. I stopped at nothing to get him, used every trick in the book and I mean every little trick I had learned and we are still together after seventeen years.” She gave me another quick hug before getting up looking back over at my hamper. “We won’t mention this to your father though. He may joke about it but I don’t think he is quite ready to accept that his little girl is growing up and getting dirty with a boy just yet.”

“Okay mom. Thanks for listening.” I sighed.

“That’s why I’m here. If you have any questions about any of it come to me first and not Jess. While I know she’s had experience with this I want you to get accurate info and not biased opinions. I mean any of it, positions, clothes,
toys or whatever you find weird or odd. I will answer all of it.” She said as she was heading to the door.

I stopped her before she left. “Mom. You really think the pill would be best for me
? I mean what if I forget to take it?”

“Set up a reminder on your phone and carry them with you at all times. That’s what I do. After a few months it will become routine.”

I chewed on my lip. A thousand questions started flying through my head but I didn’t think I’d have the courage to ask any of it. She must have sensed my trepidation because she walked back to the bed and sat down. “I know that look, Sweetie.”

I looked up at her and opened my mouth only to quickly close it. I took a deep breath and tried again. “So I know the basics thanks to Jess telling me in
nauseating detail, but does it really hurt the first time?”

“That depends on the guy. If he preheats the oven so to
speak, you will feel only minor discomfort but if he rushes in like he is trying to divide and conquer then yes, you will feel pain. Unfortunately, most teenage boys are just worried about their own gratification. So you will have to set the pace. Don’t feel shy in asking him to do what makes you feel good.”

“But how will I know what that is?”

“Take it slow and explore your bodies before you make the leap to losing your virginity. Let him know when he does something that feels good or not. It’s all about communication, Sweetie.” She stopped and shook her head before laughing. “This is just surreal. I talk about this with my clients all day and come home to have this talk with you. I never thought we’d discuss this.”

“Yeah, it is kinda weird talking to my therapist mother about my potential sex life. Thanks, Mom. I’m going to go take a long bath and just try to chill out now.”

“Okay, Roxy. Remember I’ve heard it all and do have a wealth of knowledge to try to help you out with this.” She gave me a hug and walked out the door.

I fell back on my bed and stared up at the ceiling. So they both said to not worry over it. Just let things play out. I sat upright when I remembered my mother’s promise.
I’m going to get put on the pill. Holy shit!

             
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Chapter Ten

Luke

My body still felt the lingering touch of her. I never once thought of that happening tonight, just expected a kiss or two but not that. When she straddled my hips and started riding me. I thought I was going to burn alive from the intense pleasure. The little sounds she made, the dominating way she took over the kiss and how right her ass felt in my palms made me forget my own name. All of the good innocent intentions of just kissing slipped from my grasp the moment she took her shirt off and pressed those tits against me. I couldn’t get enough of her. I stifled a groan at the memory of her coming apart in my arms. I couldn’t have stopped my body’s response to her unwelcomed as it was. How am I going to get past everyone at home w
ith them not noticing my jeans?

I pushed in the security code and drove up the driveway. My father was waiting in the garage for me when I pulled in. Shit. Busted. I turned off the bike and removed my helmet. “Son. Good to see that you are in one piece and not lying in a ditch somewhere.” He walked over to me and took the keys out of my hand. “Your mother and I want a word with you. I suggest you get in the kitchen
carrément. Immediately.” He walked over to the door and waited for me. I took a deep breath and got off the bike. Shoving my hands in my pockets to help keep my shirt down I entered the house in front of him.

The house was quiet. The TV was switched off. My siblings were nowhere to be seen. This isn’t good. I shuffled into the kitchen to see my mother sitting at the center island a glass of tea in her hand. She looked up at me when I entered. The concern in her eyes quickly faded to disappointment. I ducked my head and sat down next to her. She got up with a
huff, walked over to the sink, and emptied out her drink keeping her back to me.

“Do you want to tell us just where the hell you have been, boy? And why you didn’t have the sense to call us to tell us you were alright?” She slowly asked enunciating each word.

“I was hanging out with Roxy and lost track of time. I’m sorry, Momma. I honestly assumed that Beau or Charles would let you know where I was.” I said in an attempt to try to placate her. She was cussing. That’s not a good thing. I really must have messed up. That’s okay whatever trouble I get into will be worth it after my afternoon with Roxy.

“Roxy huh? The little girl you brought here over the weekend?” Dad asked slapping a hand on my shoulder.

“Yes, sir.”

My mother turned around and pinned me with an arctic glare. “Lost track of time? You couldn’t tell it was getting dark outside?”

“I uh… wasn’t paying attention to it.” I admitted shamefully.

“And what about the phone calls I made or text messages? Did you just not bother to look at your phone when you heard it ring?” She demanded
placing her hands on her hips.

I swallowed hard. “I left my phone on the bike with my helmet and jacket.”

“Oh really? Just where were you two exactly?” Another suspicious glare was sent my way. My father’s hand tightened on my shoulder at her question.

“At her house.”

“Were her parents there?” My father asked easing his grip a bit.

“No. They don’t get home until seven each night.” My head dropped as I told them.

My mother pinched the bridge of her nose. “So you were in her house for almost three and a half hours unsupervised?”

I hesitantly nodded unsure of where this conversation was heading.

“Do I have to worry about potential grandbabies now?” She quietly asked.

“Gawd no mom!” My head popped up in shock as I exclaimed.

“Good. Just wanted to make sure. Now I know you like this girl and we like her too that’s why I’m not going to completely ground you. From here on out, no driving until you can earn that privilege back.” She stated.

“What about work? I have two shifts this week that conflict with Beau’s job and it’d be an inconvenience for either of you to pick me up
that late cause of the twins.”

“Well, son, you are just going to either have them reschedule your shifts or quit.” My father     squeezed my shoulder again to gain my attention. “I know you enjoy that extra money but now is the time for you to start acting like a man and accepting the consequences of your actions.”

“Yes, sir.” My head dropped down again.

My mother tilted her head to the side then narrowed her eyes. “Do her parents know that you two were alone together in that house?”

“I really don’t know.”

She held out her hand. “Give me your phone. I’m going to call and find out.”

I hesitated. Knowing my mother, once she gets a hold of it she’ll go through every little thing on the phone and I don’t want her to see that pic of Roxy. My father noticed my reluctance. “Eva, let the boy keep his phone. He is home safe. He just had a typical teenage moment. Remember how we were at his age?”

She dropped her hand to her side and shook her head. “I remember exactly what we were like at that age. That’s why I think it might be a good idea to tell her parents that a
seventeen-year-old boy was at their house alone with their only daughter. So they can worry about it not me.”

He walked over to her side and leaned against the counter. “We weren’t that bad.”

She stifled a laugh and poked his chest with her finger. “Do I have to remind you about the time you were caught sneaking out of my bedroom window at three in the morning when you were eighteen and I was only fifteen?”

The color drained from my father’s face before he ran a hand down his chin in exasperation. “I hate it when you’re right. Luke, give us her number.”

I pulled my phone out of my pocket and scrolled down to Roxy’s name. “540-555-3231.”

He grabbed the cordless house phone and dialed her number. He raised his eyebrows in surprise and chuckled. “No, Roxy this is his dad. Can I speak to one of your parents please? Yes, I’ll hold. Hello Mrs. Saintshill. Oh sorry… Jamie. This is Luke’s father Nate. I was just calling to inform you that my son was over at your house while you and Daniel were still at work. Really? So you knew. Oh…. Well…. I see…. I didn’t know that. I’m glad he could have helped out then.
No, I understand. I just wanted to keep you informed just in case any problems arise.” He let out a small nervous laugh. “Oh…. I’m sure he is not aware of that. Yes, Eva and I would love to meet you two. The entire family? Well, there are eight of us. No, that’d be no problem. Just letting you know it’d be a house full. Hold on a second and I’ll ask. Eva, when is the next day everyone has off?”

My mother walked over to the calendar next to the fridge and looked over everyone’s work schedule. “Friday night. Why?”

“Jamie has invited everyone over for dinner so we can all get to know each other.” He explained covering the handset. “Is Friday okay? Great. What time? Seven sounds good. We will see you then. Good-bye.” He hung up the phone and sent me a curious look.

“So?” My mother asked.

“It seems that her mother was aware that he was over there. She seemed pleased that he was willing to keep her company until they could get home due to the problem Roxy is having with some kids at school. That he is such a sweetheart for looking after their precious little girl. That he has acted like the perfect gentlemen around her.” He explained rubbing his hand against the back of his neck.

“She’s having trouble in school?” My mother asked in concern placing a hand on his forearm.

“That’s what her mother said. Luke what do you know of it?” He looked at me the same way he looks at his clients when he is trying to gage their response. Almost like he could sense a lie.

“This guy showed up at her house the other night. It kinda creeped her out. At school
today, he kept pestering her. Beau knows him from the team last year. He said that he is nothing but bad news and treats girls like they are disposable.” I shrugged my shoulder haphazardly.

He nodded in understanding and patted my shoulder before leaning down to whisper. “You may want to hurry up and get upstairs before your mother asks you about your jeans.”

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Roxy

My mother was true to her word and scheduled an appointment with her gynecologist on Friday at ten A.M. Now, I’d been to one before at the age of twelve when I first started getting my
‘monthly friend’
on a regular basis. I thought it was one of the most uncomfortable embarrassing things imaginable. The visit this morning was worse. I had to sit on that hard table with nothing but a paper-like gown on and nothing underneath it. The doctor who was older than God came in and smiled at me like some creepy skinny version of Santa Claus. The nurse who followed him in the room looked like a troll that crawled out from under a bridge to eat all the little children. She had a constant look on her face like she was sucking lemons and had a single black hair growing out of her chin that was long enough to braid.

They had me lay back and place each arm over my head one at a time to check to see if any abnormalities could be found in my breasts. When they were done molesting my chest, he grabbed the stool and scooted
it to the bottom of the table I was on. Talk about uncomfortable. I could just feel my face heating up in embarrassment from being put on display for good ole father time and Broom Hilda the troll. After the ice-cold instruments and minutes of complete mortification were over, he gave me my prescription for the pill and told me to get dressed that all the test results from my pap smear would be in by next week. That if anything was found to be out of the ordinary I’d receive a call from them. Pap smear? What is that? I decided to look it up on the internet when I got home. There was no way I was going to go to school now after feeling like I had just been violated by a pair of salad tongs and a giant cotton swab.

Broom Hilda showed me to the front desk so I could pay the co-pay for the visit and gave me a sample pack of the pill with a list of warnings to go with it. I grabbed the list and read over them while she ran my credit card. No smoking. Check. No drinking. Check. Hmm, it looked like everything on here was just common sense things. She must have noticed my look of disgust when handing my card back. “What’s wrong, Miss Saintshill? Do you have any questions about the list?”

I placed my card back in my purse and shook my head. “No, I just can’t believe that some people need to be told these things. You think they’d already know not to do half of this stuff.”

She gave a hearty laugh causing her belly to shake. “People tend to be a little dim when it comes to stuff like that. Here’s your receipt. Have a good day.”

I grabbed the paper and headed out of the office door to my car. This week had gone by way too fast. After Monday’s little incident Luke and I have just held hands and snuck a kiss here and there when we could. He was no longer allowed to drive. So he was bummed about having to catch a ride with Beau to and from school. Which meant our time after the last bell rang was limited to a few minutes. He also managed to talk to his boss and take time off from work until he got his keys back. I forgot what he called it but his boss promised to hold his job for him. Which I think is cool. Luke said he doesn’t really need to work he just likes to stay busy and the extra cash was nice.

To be honest I liked having the chance to talk to him every night. So far every day after I got home he’d call and
we’d chat while I did my homework and ate dinner. Then at night when everyone settled down for bed, we’d Skype until one of us passed out or his dad shut off his Wi-Fi for the night. Those were some interesting conversations. We talked about family, friends and stuff going on at school until I would take what he said in a perverted manner and giggle like a three year old. I blame Jess for that. She has thoroughly corrupted my mind into taking a trip to gutterville for an extended stay. Of course, it didn’t really have to go far. I was talking to a hot shirtless bit of eye candy.

I smiled in the rearview mirror as I pulled out of the parking space thinking about our conversation last night. I had just finished taking my bath when my laptop dinged letting me know he sent me a message. Not paying attention to the fact I
had just a towel on I answered.

His video feed popped up showing him with eyes wide in surprise, arm suspended in mid-air in the midst of taking a drink. “Um…. Hey I didn’ know I was gonna git a show tonight?” He nervously laughed setting his glass down on his bedside table and ran a hand through his loose hair.

I looked down and suggestively rolled my shoulder. “If you play your cards right maybe.”

His face got serious as he asked voice cracking in his excitement. “Really?”

I smirked and covered the camera with my hand taking the towel off. With my hand still over the top of the laptop, I draped the towel over it and quickly got dressed in those pink booty shorts and black tank top from Monday night. I bypassed putting a bra on, grabbed the laptop and sat on my bed before removing the towel. “Yeah maybe. Depends on what I get in return.” I crossed my legs in front of me, placed the laptop on my lap and leaned back against my headboard.

He cleared his throat and scratched his eyebrow, his little dimple popping out to say hello making me smile in return. When he
talked, his voice had dropped an octave and gotten husky with desire. “I’d give ya anyting ya wanted.”