Date: Wed, 12 Jan 2011 11:00:24 -0800 (PST) From: Joey Young Subject: Untitled Love Story Chapter One, part one The following is a work of fiction. Any similarities to anyone or place are purely coincidental. The story is intended for a mature audience. It may contain profanity and references to gay sex between teenage characters. If this offends you, please leave and find something more suitable to read. The author maintains all rights to the story. Do not copy or use without written permission. To comment on the story write to Joey at untitledlovestory23@yahoo.com This is Joey Young's first time writing, so please keep negative comments to yourself. Other than that, enjoy the story. Untitled Love Story Chapter One It was a bright sunny day in Taylor, California. I woke to the sound of my alarm clock ringing above my head. I groggily lifted my right hand and slammed it down on the snooze button, and was rewarded with silence. I rolled over and slept another ten minutes, before my alarm clock buzzed again. This time I sat up and manually shut the alarm clock off with my finger; the time read 7:10 a.m. I groaned quietly and got slowly out of bed, to get ready for another day of school. I went to fix my bed and noticed a dark crimson stain on the side of my pillow. I froze. This was the third time this week that I had to wash the blood out of my pillowcase. I tried my best to keep this from my mother, because I knew she would automatically worry. I threw the pillowcase in the hamper and went to the bathroom to clean up my face, washing away the bad thoughts of the past. I had been diagnosed years ago with advanced stages of nasopharyngeal carcinoma, a cancer that affected the trachea and lymph nodes. The common effects were chronic nosebleeds, headaches, nausea and fatigue. I was just experiencing the first stages again. I had gone through the same conditions as a child, when it was first diagnosed and eventually it went away. Or so I thought. My father also had the same condition, but he didn't survive. I knew the possible outcome of this situation, which explains my secretive actions. I didn't want my mother and friends worrying until it was necessary. After washing the blood off my face, I brushed my teeth in a mechanical fashion, making sure to get rid of any morning breath and got dressed. I put on a maroon long sleeve t-shirt, jeans and some converse. My hair no matter what I did always maintained its same look: dark auburn, smooth, wavy hair that lightly brushed my forehead. I brushed a lock from my face as I stared out the window, which was mostly covered by a huge tree with twisted branches that tapped against my window whenever the wind blew. The window panes reflected back some of my appearance, and I could see my eyes had dark bags. I had slept restlessly through the night, having small strings of dreams that woke me from my sleep. I ignored my reflection and looked to the sprawling city. Today was supposed to be a sunny Monday morning without any fog banks or chance of sudden rain. It was the beginning of autumn in Taylor and I had barely enjoyed the nice warm weather of summer before it was suddenly gone again. Lately, the mornings had been foggy and it seemed every week there was a slight chance of rain headed to the city. I didn't complain though. I enjoyed the light patter of water and would sometimes read silently on the porch while it rained. My window was set in the North side of my room, looking over the city. My bed was off to the side, next to the window, and a desk was shoved in the far corner of my room beside the bathroom door. I had arranged the room myself, from the posters around the room, to the small area rug in the middle of the floor. My mom and I lived in a small two story house just a few blocks from the school. The house had always been the same to me; never changing. It still had its light blue paint on it, from the time my father attempted at modernizing it. A fairly large sized porch, which had a wooden porch swing, and a small walkway leading to the driveway. Although the house was small, I enjoyed the close proximity it provided for my mom and me. The sun peeked over the tree and I could barely see the outline of the city below. I could see my school a few city blocks away, surrounded by a light traffic of cars. I stared out the window admiring the view until my mom knocked on the door. I quickly covered the bloodstained pillow and straightened up. "Caleb, honey." You'd better get up," she called from the other side. "You'll be late for school." I grabbed my messenger bag and walked to the door opening it just as my mom was about to knock again. She had on purple scrubs, with ugly blue crocs and was holding a cup of coffee. My mom was in her early forties, but she had aged gracefully. She had small wrinkles around her eyes from all the smiling and laughing, and she had a solid sturdy frame that accentuated her paternal role. "I was up. Sorry." I said and bounded down the stairs. She followed, making sure not to spill her coffee. "I made some eggs, and bacon. There on the counter," she said carefully making it down the stairs. "You have to make your own toast though." "That's fine," I replied, after grabbing two slices of bread and inserting them into the toaster. "So do you need a ride to school this morning or is Justin picking you up?" she asked sipping her coffee. "Cuz, I have to be at the hospital in 15 minutes." I glanced at the clock it was 7:30. "No," I said grabbing the toast after it popped up. "I can walk. It's a nice day." "Are you sure?" "Yeah, go ahead. I'll get a ride from Justin and Stacey after school." "Alright." I get off at 5 this evening. Tell Justin not to drive over my flowers this time. And tell Stace I said hello" "Okay," I replied, my mouth full of food. "Now go. Go save lives." She smiled and kissed me on the head. I was still chewing when she said goodbye. After she left I grabbed a cup from the cupboard and poured myself a glass of orange juice. I drank the entire cup full, in five gulps and hurriedly shoved the rest of my food in my mouth. I put my cup and plate in the dishwasher before grabbing my bag and heading out the door. I checked the time on my cell phone, 7:40. This gave me enough time to walk to school. When i got outside the smell of flowers, freshly cut grass and asphalt washed over me. I inhaled deeply and smiled. I felt at ease. This was my town. My home. I stood on the sidewalk for a few minutes before finally moving. I slung my bag over my shoulder and pulled out my iPod; finding the right playlist. The music provided the perfect soundtrack as I walked down the street in total bliss. The light breeze blew small strands of hair in my face, tickling my nose. And the sun offered enough warmth to brighten my morning. I got to school a while before the bell even rang, so I still had time to go to my locker. The hallway was empty, most of the students were probably in the cafeteria eating or lounging around the campus, so I quickly made my way to my locker. I carefully moved the dial of my combination to the correct numbers and opened my locker on the first try. It usually took me several attempts before I was successful, so I was pleased to see it cooperate today. I silently moved the books from my locker into my bag, making sure they were the right ones I needed. I heard the outer door to the building open and close, but didn't pay much attention to it. Suddenly I felt someone standing behind me. I slowly turned around, exhaling with sudden surprise. "Uhhh, hey Drew," I said lamely. "What are you doing here?" I looked around, wondering why he was even in the building without his pack of cool friends. He was never seen talking to me, because as everyone knew, I was gay. I had been ousted, behind my back and socially shunned by everyone until Stacey and Justin came along. "I saw you come in here," he replied honestly. "I just wanted to say 'hi'" "Hi," I said and shut the door of my locker. A grin spread over his handsome face. He was wearing a dark blue, button up t-shirt that hugged his lean frame. The sleeves of his shirt were pulled up to his elbows and I could see the musculature of his arms. His hands were long and thin, but firm, which he placed on either side of my head. His handsome face leaned in, showing the soft curve of his lips and the blue green color in his eyes. His tousled dark golden hair lightly brushed his forehead, framing the angular features of his jaw. His grin was more pronounced in this close proximity and I could clearly see slight dimples forming around his hard cheeks. His hands and arms formed inescapable barriers around my head blocking me in. "That's not what I meant," he whispered, blowing his sweet breath in my face. I already knew where this was leading. I tried to remember why I couldn't do this, but came up short when his lips touched the base of my throat. "Please, don't," I breathed trying to remain calm. We had both been down this same road for almost a year now, but I was always the one left heartbroken. Drew was the star player of the baseball and basketball team, he had all the cool jock friends, and the cute, popular girl, but he chose me as the subject of his intimate mind games. For the past year I have been Drew's secret relationship. He came to me for the usual sexual services at first, but in the past few months it has grown to a new level. To me it was just friends with benefits, until I started to feel stronger feelings for him. Drew was obviously gay but he cared more about his reputation than ever caring for me. He still dated his cute girlfriend, which didn't bug me at first, but now annoyed me every time I saw them together. So three weeks ago I ended the relationship, hoping to leave with my dignity intact. I had come to terms with this conclusion for quite some time now, and ignored his advances for my attention. But he always found me alone somewhere and would eventually have me believing the lie again. Drew had been the first boy I slept with-the only one, actually-and he was also the one who took my virginity. In the beginning I was all for the no-strings-attached aspect, but know felt conflicted. I thought we had both agreed on being just friends, when he told me he would never care for me in any way. But lately, his mood showed otherwise. Now as I begged him to stop, the flicker of feeling, that I thought was extinguished forever, suddenly blazed to life with blinding brilliance. I tried to reason with myself to see through his pretense. Caleb stop. This is just like before. I know, I thought. I just can't say no. Caleb you have to do what's best for you. Make the right decision. I immediately pulled out of Drew's passionate embrace and flattened against my locker. "I can't do this Drew." "Why not, sweetie?" he asked using the ridiculous pet name he gave me. "Because this is all a lie," I replied fiercely. "You don't care about me and you never will." "Caleb you know that's not true. I care immensely about you." "Really?" I ask skeptically. "Are you still with Alley?" "What does that have to do wi-" "Just answer the question," I said through clenched teeth. "Yes." "And you're going to stay with her even if we end up together?" "Yes." "And you'll still ignore me in school?" "Yes... but you'll know the truth sweetie," he said extending his arms in an open gesture. "I just don't think I can do it," I said closing my eyes and blocking out his hurt expression. "I know we can," he whispered. "You've just got to trust me." "NO!" I all but yelled. "No, that is enough. Goodbye, Drew." I whisper, my eyes still closed. I walked around him and grabbed my bag, heading to the nearest exit. The outside air provided no relief, as a sea of students brushed past me. A few even forced their way past me, but I merely brushed it off. I don't need to start another argument in front of everyone. So I just headed to my first class of the day keeping my focus on walking. The rest of the day was uneventful. Classes provided a numbing substitute for the majority of the time. I kept my thoughts focused on my work and answering the teacher's questions. When lunch came around I was dreading entering the crowding place. I grabbed my lunch and paid for my food, all while keeping my gaze glued to the floor. I quickly found my two best friends Justin and Stacey sitting at our table near the back. They were both smiling and playfully nudging each other. They obviously had feelings for each other, but never really acted on them. Stacey was strikingly beautiful with classic good looks that belonged in old movies. Her black silky hair ran all the way to the middle of her back and it framed her heart shaped face nicely. She had a dazzling smile that clearly caught Justin's attention. I asked her once why she didn't use her beauty to date, which she simply replied, "I guess I'm not that superficial. I'd rather focus on school now and find someone later, then find someone now and regret focusing on school later." I thought that was a reasonable enough answer, but somehow felt she was waiting for Justin to make the first move. Justin was also equally handsome with a hard lean face that was both endearing and menacing. But his mischievous smirk always left Stacey breathless. His light brown hair was tucked behind each ear that he continually pushed out of his eyes. He had that bad boy look but when he was with Stacey the charade was hardly seen. I could tell by the way he stared at her, that he truly cared for her well-being. I took my seat and they immediately stopped and stared at me. I ignored their intense gazes and pulled out the book I had started reading over the weekend. This was my third time reading it, but the story always kept me interested. "Hey Caleb," Stacey said while I took a bite of my sandwich. "Are you alright, you look terrible." "Yeah dude, is everything cool?" Justin asked in a brotherly way. "Yeah, I'm fine," I lied, looking up from my book, "just school you know," I threw in a fake smile for their benefit. They didn't comment any further so I remained silent. Luckily something else grabbed their attention and ended that conversation. "Look there's the new kid," Justin whispered, pointing to the front of the cafeteria. The cafeteria went absolutely silent for one heartbeat, before the noise picked up again. I didn't bother looking, probably some new awkward kid who was a brainiac. The distraction didn't last long and soon they began chatting away. I hardly paid attention, as they tried to discreetly flirt. I felt safe from being pestered by Drew, so I just quietly enjoyed my lunch. Stacey and Justin talked about the new action movie they saw over the weekend for most of the lunch period. So, I patiently put aside my book and listened carefully. Oohing and ahhhhing at the right moments. Asking questions whenever I could. They urged me to join them this weekend to watch the much anticipated sequel to a book series, but I told them I would think about it. Whenever I was around them, I felt like a third wheel. I would never admit it to them, so I dutifully stuck it out whenever necessary. Lunch ended and we left the cafeteria to our next classes. The moment I entered my next class I regretted it. I had forgotten I shared a class with Drew, and when I walked in, I saw him sitting on his desk facing the door. He was talking to his friends, but saw me and immediately looked up. A ghost of hope lite up his features and his eyes bore into mine. I quickly looked away and headed to my seat in the back, next to the only empty desk in the classroom. I didn't want to deal with the drama that is Drew Caldwell, so I pulled the same book out of my bag and began reading it. The teacher hadn't entered the classroom yet and people were still chattering about their weekends. I was so engrossed in my book that I didn't know what had happened until the room suddenly became silent. I thought the teacher had come back in, so I closed my book, but I was dead wrong. In the front of the class was the new student that silenced everyone with his presence. He was immaculately dressed and very handsome. I didn't know what ethnicity he was, but guessed Italian or Mexican. He was tall and lean with a muscular chest and broad shoulders. He was wearing an olive green shirt and a black cardigan. His face was hidden behind a pair of reflective shades, but I could clearly make out the sharp angles of his sculpted face. His jaw was covered in a light dusting of stubble which gave him a rugged look. He had very full lips for a guy, and his hair was cut short and cropped. It was professionally gelled into a faux hawk looking do, you only saw on TV. He stood at the front of the class for a while- looking like a model rather than a student- before finding the only seat available. I quickly buried my nose back into my book, ignoring the sounds the chair made as he sat down. The class remained silent until the sound of the bell broke the tension. Students immediately thawed out and started to chatter again, but in low hushed voices this time. I liked the whispered conversations better; it allowed me to immerse myself into my book, instead of listening to their dumb conversations. "The Great Gatsby, huh?" a deep accented voice stated. I quickly looked up and looked around. "Err, what?" I asked of no one in particular. "Your book," the voice said and I turned my attention to the new student next to me, "I was intrigued by its title." "Oh, uhhhh yeah. It's one of my favorite books." I replied confused as to why this boy was talking to me. "You make it look interesting," he commented as if he was talking about the weather. I looked at him and noticed his shades were gone. His eyes were a hazel-green color and his lashes were long which only accentuated his good looks. By now I noticed mostly everyone was paying attention to our conversation. I felt slightly embarrassed, and a little shocked by his interest. Just then the teacher walked in and brought the class to attention. He didn't say anything further for the rest of the class period, but I watched him from the corner of my eye. I noted his beautiful light caramel skin and the veins running along his muscular arm. His lips were slightly plump and he bit his bottom lip every so often. He studiously paid attention to the teacher, clearly absorbing with what he was saying, which gave me plenty of time to watch him. But before long the bell rang for our next class, ultimately ending my ogling. I gathered my books and put them in my bag taking my time. My next class was my least favorite and I had no intention of arriving early. By the time I was done, most of the students were already gone, except for the new student, who was talking to the teacher and Drew. He was slowly filing away each piece of paper, taking his time as well. He turned around probably thinking I was still putting my stuff away and noticed I was done. He shoved the rest of his stuff in his bag in a hurry, and blocked my way to the exit before I left. "Drew I don't have time for this," I said quietly. I looked back and saw the new student and the teacher were still talking. Drew also glanced in their direction, "Can we just talk, please?" he pleaded giving me that damn heartbreaking look. His hands were in his front pockets and his shoulders were pushed all the way up to his ears. He looked up beneath his long lashes and pleaded again, "Please." I shut my eyes and answered slowly, "No, not this time." He grabbed my arm before I had the chance to move and held me in that spot. He gently pulled the arm he grabbed up to his chest, placing my palm over his heart. "Caleb Pierce, my heart is aching to talk to you. Won't you please listen?" he asked with that same devastating expression. He seemed to not care if the teacher or the new student saw us like this. I huffed in exasperation, "Alright, alright just let me go to class." His answering smile was heartbreakingly beautiful and I regretted my decision immediately. He grinned widely and I saw the small dimples again. "Great, meet me by the gym after school." he said enthusiastically. "I'll give you a ride home." "Fine, now can I go?" I asked with a parting grimace. He let go of my hand and stepped aside gesturing me to go first. I rolled my eyes, but walked firmly out of the room. I had forgotten all about the teacher and the new student until I got to my next class. Shoot, I thought surely they must have seen all of that. I felt dumb for letting Drew get to me like that. It was unhealthy to be falling for a boy who would never be mine. It was clear he valued his popularity more than having a relationship with me. For the rest of the day I kept to myself and reflected over my decision. I was certain Drew would pester me to come back to no end, so I didn't see any other route to a healthy life. I was also certain he would never give up his life of popularity and arrogance, just to have the same relationship again. So either way I was basically screwed; in the literal sense and also the physical. Because that was mostly our whole relationship summed up in one word; sex. He used me for his pleasures-don't get me wrong, I love sex- but I wanted something more. I wanted the little things couples took for granted. Holding hands. Cuddling. A kiss on the cheek. Hell even a real kiss on the lips. But I never got any of this from Drew. When we were done he would slowly get up and get ready. That was it. We never cuddled, fully kissed, or held hands in any public place. Maybe I'm just another hopeless romantic, looking for something that only lives in movies or books. I sighed in despondency. The bell rang, pulling me out of my reverie. I was ready to go to my next class, when I realized school was already over. I had practically reflected throughout my last two periods and now had to face Drew. I really didn't want to do this. But I begrudgingly made my way to my locker. Justin and Stacey were at their locker they shared; another reason why they should date already. I walked up to them as they were peering at something Stacey was holding. I looked at it and saw that it was a signup sheet for the school concession stand for Friday's baseball game. Stacey's name was already written in each time slot, figures she would be participating. Stacey was the epitome of a prep student. She had four clubs under her belt, running for class president, and almost the lead in every play. She however never really spent time with other students besides me and Justin. I think she was just using these clubs and positions for her college application. "Hey guys, what's up?" I asked nonchalantly. "Oh, Caleb, I was just about to come and look for you," Stacey said, "Can I ask you a favor?" Crap, I thought, I walked into that one. "Uhhh, sure Stace. What's up?" I asked hesitantly. Justin was trying to hide a smile, but I already knew she shanghaied him as well. "Well as you know, there's the baseball game this Friday, and I'm running the concession stand." "Uh-huh." "Well I was wondering if maybe you could help out. Only if you can." she added, "Justin is already working the cleanup shift after the game, so maybe you could help there, or you could work the concession?" I was relieved. I thought she had already signed me up to work the concession. I hated interacting with students. "I guess I could work the cleanup shift after the game. As long as I don't work with customers." I said and playfully nudged Stacey. She squealed with delight, "Thank you, thank you, thank you. You won't have to work with the people. Just come over when the game ends and clean up the mess we make." I looked at Justin, "Let me guess, you couldn't say no either?" He laughed, "Not to Stacey," and he pulled her up into a big hug. She laughed, but squirmed free, blushing deeply. "Well at least that's settled," Stacey said, closing her locker. "Do you need a ride Caleb?" "No I can walk home, besides I have to talk to Mr. Barnes about my English paper in a bit." I lied as I walked with them to the door. "Okay, well tell Trudy I said hello." she said before exiting. Justin waved and left with her. It was weird how Stacey always called my mom by her first name, but my mom didn't seem to mind. I hated lying to my friends, but the least they knew about my personal life, the better. I walked across the school campus to the rear of the gym, where the parking lot was. Mostly all the cars were gone, only the faculty cars were still parked in the lot. I spotted Drew's dark blue, ford diesel. It was a single cab pickup truck with a loud exhaust and engine. I could hear it already idling before I even saw it. I couldn't see Drew in the pick up through his darkly tinted windows, but knew he was most likely in there waiting. I exhaled loudly and made my way to his truck. I had little knots and flutters in my stomach, which always emerged when I got into his truck. The passenger door was already unlocked when I pulled the handle, so I stiffly got in. I had to jump a little, because the truck was lifted a few feet off the ground but I managed. I heard him laugh as I hopped into my seat, and I gave him my best glare, which only pleased him more. He was smiling a huge, smug grin that quickly had my heart racing. Stupid, I thought, you shouldn't even be here. But I couldn't get the nerve to leave. I was trapped in this hopeless relationship that I hoped would have a happy ending. He pulled out of the parking lot and got on the main road heading down the street to my house. "So are we going to talk?" I asked pointedly, as he continued to drive. He didn't say anything for a while but kept driving. He turned left, down another street, a block before my house. This street was lined with strip malls and small restaurants that all the students went to for lunch. He pulled into a parking lot of a restaurant surrounded by thick evergreens. The trees were planted along the side of the building and around the whole parking lot, providing a beautiful barrier for the restaurants customers. There were a few vehicles parked randomly in different spots, but we parked near the back in the shade of huge branch. "Drew?" I said hesitantly. "What?" he replied innocently. "Now we can talk." "Alright, but I'm only giving you 15 minutes before I leave." I said taking my bag off and setting it on the floor. I made myself comfortable on his springy seat, which was like a sofa that extended the whole width of his truck. He scooted a little closer, softly grabbing my hands in his, "Caleb, I'm sorry if I'm always being a jerk to you. I really want us to work out." I nodded, not saying a word. I didn't want him to know the effect his hard, calloused hands had on me. His shirt was unbuttoned a little at the top, which opened up to his smooth tanned skin. I tried to keep my eyes focused on his face, so I wouldn't be tempted, but that didn't give me any relief either. His handsome face was warped in agony and sadness. His blue eyes were clear and unclouded, like the ocean on a summer day. "I miss you," he continued oblivious to my conflicting feelings. "We haven't spoken in a month and I miss the time we spent together." "I miss the way you giggle before we make love," he said while running his hand over my waist and latching on, "and the soft sighs you make when I kiss you." He lightly kissed me on the cheek to emphasize his point. "I miss your soft skin under mine." He resumed without pause, moving his hand up my shirt, just above the hip bone. "I miss the way you laugh at my stupid jokes even when there not funny." This time he looked in my eyes and smiled affectionately. I rolled my eyes, but I knew my resolve was diminishing. "The whole time we didn't talk, all I did was think about you." he said with so much confidence, I couldn't doubt the truth. "I thought if I could just hold you one more time, then my world would be alright." His eyes bore into mine with clear blue intensity, "Sweetie, please give me another chance." I looked away from his hypnotic stare. I couldn't think coherently when he looked at me that way. "I don't know if I can." I finally said after a while. I absolutely, wholeheartedly wanted to believe him and everything he just said, but some part of me screamed, LIES. "I'll prove it. The next time I play a game, I'll lose just to prove I care about you." he said with self-assurance I almost believed him. "That's dumb. You'll lose your scholarship. Don't do that." I said trying to reason with him. "Then what? What can I do to prove my love for you?" he asked earnestly. His blue eyes were blazing with intensity. "What?" I asked caught off guard. He blurted it out so fast I could hardly understand him, "Iloveyou." At that moment, the extinguished fire of my romantic hopes sprung to life. Each lick of flame warmed my body from the inside. It seemed he made a slip in his role as an arrogant jock. I pulled his face up and gazed into his eyes, gaging his expression, before I leaned in to kiss him. His lips were warm and firm, as I expected. They held there shape as mine moved around his. He quickly realized what I was doing and pulled me tighter to his body. His left hand cupped my right cheek, keeping me planted to his face, while his other hand grabbed my upper thigh and lightly squeezed it. His lips became more urgent, and I could hear the soft smacks they made in the air. Eventually his lips left mine but continued to travel down the side of my mouth to my throat. I leaned my head back and let him kiss the base of my Adams apple. His other hand hooked the back of my thigh in an iron tight grip, and gently pulled it over his lap. I fixed my position and sat firmly on his lap straddling him. My hands freely roamed through his soft golden hair, roughly pulling on it now and then. He hissed in pleasure but kept kissing my neck, sometimes making me hiss in return, by biting the skin on my neck. We continued like this for a while. His hands founding their way under my shirt, feeling the smooth texture of my skin. After a while he became bolder. His hands came back up to my face pulling me into another kiss. I could feel the hard bulge in his pants, which only fueled my desire. He pulled off his shirt, revealing the flat planes of his muscles. I sighed in contentment. I hadn't realized I missed his body until he took his shirt off. This time I broke our kiss and moved my way to his neck and chest. I lightly kissed both nipples, making him groan with pleasure. I kissed my way across his chest savoring the taste and smell of his sweat. He couldn't take it anymore and gently laid me down on the seat. I was startled and he seemed to notice. "Sorry, I just can't take it. I need to have you." I smiled reassuringly as he quickly unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. He took no time in pulling out his hard cock, oozing with pre-cum. It was long and thick, which frightened me at first, but now was something I enjoyed. My ass had gotten use to the girth and length, since the first time we had sex. I undid my pants too, but only unveiled my ass, just in case someone was to check in on us. He eagerly grabbed my ass and squeezed it gently before moving his hand to my hip. With his other hand he reached over the top of my head and dug in the glove box. I glanced up at him confused as to what he was doing. He saw my perplexed expression, but merely kissed me on the nose. Finally, he found what he was looking for and pulled it out of the glove box. It was a condom, which he immediately began to open. When he finally got it out I helped him place it on his shaft, running my hand over it in the process. He shuddered at my touch. I repositioned myself under his throbbing cock, and lightly ran my hand over his chest. His right hand caught mine in its grip and he brought it to his lips to kiss it. I sighed with pleasure and pulled his face to mine. He willingly obliged and kissed me fully on the lips. I could feel the warmth of his cock as it lay on the bottom of my right cheek. He repositioned his shaft to the bottom of my crack and slowly ran it up and down, making me shiver in anticipation. Finally he couldn't take it anymore and he attempted to enter me, but got the left cheek instead. I quietly giggled at his miss and he smiled giving me a quick peck on the cheek. I smiled in return. His left hand let go of my waist and guided his dick to the base of my ass. He waited until I was fully occupied with his lips, before slowly entering. I gasped at the pressure. It had been awhile since we had sex and it felt like the first time again. He stopped and looked at me, waiting for my approval. I nodded and let him know I'm ready. He applies more pressure, but makes it through the outer ring. When he's fully in, he stops and waits for me to adjust to his girth. He leans down and kisses me lightly on the neck. "You okay?" he whispers into my ear. "I'm fine," I reply, "just been awhile." He chuckles lightly, and kisses me on the lips. "I'll be gentle, sweetie." At that he slowly begins to pull out. His arms create an iron tight grip around my body, permanently gluing my chest to his as he passionately kisses me. He holds me there as he slowly moves his hips up and down. I sighed with every thrust, which makes him more enthusiastic in his kiss. Every now and then he would groan so loudly in pleasure, it was almost animalistic. I could feel the pure power of his thrusts radiate through my body, but he never picked up the pace unless I asked for it. This was what he called 'making love' and he enjoyed it just as much as I did. He continued with his thrusts, which seemed to go deeper every time. I gasped in ecstasy at every thrust and this makes him grunt with exertion, while trying to keep the same pace. His lips roam freely all over my neck and face, but always keep in contact with my skin. My hands trace every ab and muscle on his chest and arms, committing it to memory. He seemed to be doing the same thing as his hands softly trace my chest and stomach underneath my shirt. I was so enraptured with our passion that I didn't hear his phone ring until the third or fourth sound. He looked at the caller I.D. and turned pale as a sheet. "Wha-?" I tried to say but his hand quickly covered my mouth. I could feel his dick slowly deflate inside me, as he answered the call. "Hey, babe. What's up?" he said in a clear and pleasant tone. I heard the nasally voice of his girlfriend Alley Kensington on the other line, but I couldn't make out what she was saying. In an instant I feel ashamed and dirty. I look at the position we are in and feel mortified at how gullible I could be. "Oh, nothing I'm just cruising around. Why did you need a ride?" he asked and glanced at me swiftly. I shoved his hand away and tried to squirm out from under him. His dick slipped out of me and its absence reminded me of the impossibility of our relationship. I was so stupid. I fell for the lie yet again. I felt sick inside, like I was violated against my will. His hand clamped down hard on my chest making my escape impossible. "Okay babe, I'm headed that way right now." he said as she continued to blabber on. I use all my strength and anger to knock his arm away with a harsh hit. He looked at me angrily. He was stunned at the intensity of mI ignored him and untangled myself from his body. I swiftly pulled my pants up and buttoned them before he had the chance to do the same. He tried to keep me in the truck as I reached for the handle. The door opened at my first attempt and I only got halfway out, before he roughly shoved me into the seat holding me there with his extended arm. He eyed me with fury, giving me a look as if to say, "Go ahead, and try to break free." I squirmed and kicked trying to break loose, but it was no use. I decided to wait until he was distracted, to make my escape. "Alright babe, I've got to pay attention to the road now. I'll be there in 15 minutes okay." he said in a soft voice to Alley. He chuckled lightly, "I love you too." That was too much; I had the distraction I needed. I raised my arm up as if to touch the ceiling and swiftly brought it down with great force. I felt my elbow hit the inside crook of Drew's arm, making him hiss with pain, and retract his arm. "Babe I gotta go." was all he said before hanging up on her. I was already jumping out the door before his lightning fast hand grabbed me again. I turned around sharply and glared balefully at him. "Let go of me Drew." I said quietly, which gave the demand more meaning. "Caleb, it's not what it looks like," he replied still holding my arm. I yanked uselessly at his hold. I really needed to work on my muscles, I thought errantly. "Well it looks to me like your girlfriend needs you and you shouldn't keep her waiting." I replied icily. His expression turned livid, "Of course I have a girlfriend. What else am I supposed to do, huh? Date you in front of everyone and tell them you're my boyfriend?" I stared at his furious expression. His nostrils were flared with anger, and his eyes had the look of disgust. All the fight left me and I felt hollow. I went limp with exhaustion. "Then let me go, Drew," I said quietly. I felt rejected and unwanted. I had no more energy to expend. Not even enough to produce tears. He seemed to see the same thing in my expression, but he kept his hold. Eventually he loosened his grip and I pulled my arm free. I awkwardly got out and grabbed the edge of the door, just wanting to go home. "Caleb wai-" was all I heard, as I closed the door indefinitely. I gasped, as the cool air enveloped me and headed to the pedestrian exit a few parking rows down. I heard the roar of the engine ignite, but there was no pursuit as I made my way to the exited gate. I walked the remaining block to my house in a fog like daze. I didn't even know I was in my house until I was standing in my living room. I told you, that same little voice said smugly. I didn't even have the strength to fight back at the little voice. I just felt pulses of hurt and anguish wash over me, leaving emptiness behind in its destruction. All I kept thinking was I wanna go home, I wanna go home. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Send comments to untitledlovestory23@yahoo.com