CHAPTER 4
**SMUT WARNING**
I'd sold most of the pies and pastries around nine that night and threw out almost all the morning donuts as I started closing down the shop. Donuts for dinner. What a way for a gal to spend a Friday night huh? I like to walk on the wild side. I locked up the cash drawer, but then heard the door jangle as another customer walked in. Darn! Why did I always forget to lock the door first thing at closing time? I just hoped they were fast and knew what they wanted so I could get out of here sooner rather than later.
My frustration turned to shock as I looked right into Joe Morelli's eyes and a hearty "How can I help you sir?" spilled out before I could stop myself.
Joe smiled and leaned his muscled torso across the counter and purred "You can help me by explaining what a pretty girl like you is doing here alone on a Friday night."
Ohmigod, ohmigod...he called me pretty! Quick...think of a witty response Stephanie!
''I...I...I was just throwing away some donuts." Damn.
"Seems terrible to waste something so sweet" he replied with a smile that could melt milk chocolate from across a room. ''Actually, I dropped by to bring you a present." he beamed.
"What's the occasion?" I replied, increasingly nervous.
He slid his hand across the counter to reveal a Butterfinger candy bar, and I couldn't help but throw my head back and laugh as I realized it was a reference to my baton twirling "accident."
Suddenly I felt a lot less nervous and smiled at him. "Thanks Joe, and thanks for loaning me your jacket the other night. I've got to close down the store right now, but you're welcome to stick around and keep me company if you want. That is if you don't have anywhere else that you need to be." He wasn't that scary really. He may look like an oversexed teenage boy now, but I bet he still had a lot of that wild little kid in him. He was after all still the same boy down the street that I remembered playing tag with as a child. That is, before he got so interested in being a train engineer.
"Sure" he replied. "I don't really have any plans tonight." Something about the way he said it made me think that he did have plans…plans that included me and were definitely the diabolical kind. I noticed him looking me up and down in my pink striped apron. I was wearing it over a jean mini-skirt and a button down pale blue fitted sweater, and despite the occasional splotch of powdered sugar and flour I thought I looked pretty good today. For some reason all week long I had felt like getting up earlier before school to spend more time fixing my hair and makeup and picking out clothes. I had even worn my only pair of black panties and matching bra today, which was about as racy as my underwear got in high school. I wasn't really sure why I'd done it, but a part of me just felt like I wanted to look…well…sexy I guess. I mean, I was no Terry Gilman, but sometime in the past week I had gone beyond being curious about sex in a clinical way and was much more interested in hands on practical application. The memory of the feeling I had gotten when Joe had whispered in my ear was never far from my mind, and every now and then the same electric feeling would shoot through my body and I would give an involuntary shudder when I thought about it. I'd decided that I wasn't the sort of girl who was counting on a candlelit dinner and a hotel suite filled with red roses on my wedding night for my first time, but I did want it to be special somehow. Ever since last Saturday's football game, I'd started to wonder more about when it would happen for me.
I started to wrap up all the open containers and restock the supplies for the next day. Joe even came behind the counter with me and started wiping them down. He began helping me with the cleaning and stocking as I balanced the cash register, and we chatted about school and our families. Despite how nervous I'd been before, we seemed to talk pretty easily and I felt instantly comfortable. I told him about my perfect sister Valerie going away to school and my plans for after graduation the year after next. He said he really wasn't sure what he was going to do in six months when he graduated, but that he was sure he'd figure it out by then. He commented that he'd rather have a perfect sister to live up to rather than a bunch of bad to the bone brothers to always have to live down. Then he shared some funny stories about trouble his big brother's had gotten into in school, and how all the teachers seemed to hold it against him years later. He laughed when he talked about it, but I sensed that it bothered him.
"You know, I don't think it was fair that you got lumped into the same category just because you're one of those 'no-good Morelli boys.'" I advised him.
He smiled at that and said "I bet that is what your mother calls me, huh?"
"Uhhh, no. I mean, of course not!" I stammered.
He started to laugh and I confessed "Well, maybe sometimes. But you can hardly blame her after 'Choo-Choo Gate.'" As soon as I brought that up I was instantly embarrassed.
He seemed surprised and asked "You remember that?"
"How could I forget?" I said with raised eyebrows.
"I remember it too. I was a bad, bad little boy wasn't I?" he said, and he almost seemed sorry.
"Well, you weren't always bad. I'll never forget how nice you were to Michelle in gym class in junior high." I replied.
"Yeah, she was a good person. Coach Bledsoe was an idiot. I got a bunch of the guys on the basketball team to break into her office once, and we turned her desk and all of the furniture upside down and backwards. She never did figure out who did it." He grinned mischievously at the memory.
"You don't fool me Joe Morelli" I said. "I think you are a nice guy in a bad boy's body, trying to get out. I bet half of the things they say about you aren't even true."
As I said that he stepped closer to me and said "Yeah, but half of them are." My back was up against the counter across from the éclair case. I didn't know what to say and started to get nervous again. Instead I just turned around and reached up to get more pie boxes down from the top shelf. The ones on the very top were just out of my reach, and I had to stand on my toes and stretch out my arms to grasp any. That caused my mini-skirt to ride up high on my thighs, and then I grew really self conscious. Before I could move to grab the stepstool, Joe came right up behind me, pressed his body against mine, and effortlessly reached up and grabbed a stack of pie boxes and handed them to me.
"Looking for these?" he asked, his voice coming from right next to my left ear.
"Thanks" I said softly. He set the boxes on the counter and I could feel his hot breath on my neck and the warmth emanating off of his long body at my back, only inches away.
"You smell like donuts." he whispered into my ear. "I like it."
I'd never been drunk before, but the way I was starting to feel must be similar since the room was a blur now and all I could think about was the way my nether regions tingled when his lips came close to my ear. Without thinking about what I was saying I replied "I like the way you smell too. Your jacket smells like your aftershave."
He took his hands from off of the counter and placed them at my waist, then slowly turned my body around to face him. He was still wearing his tight faded blue jeans and a white shirt, and my eyes wandered to the chiseled muscles on his arms before finally settling on his face. He stared straight at me, and his eyes were the color of dark chocolate as he told me "You have some powdered sugar on your face."
I felt even more self-conscious now and blushed. His hands were still on my waist and I felt trapped, but he held them there firmly. In almost a whisper, he said "I'll take care of it." With that he moved his face closer to me and gave a soft kiss right on my cheek. He pulled back, looked at me and said "That's better, but I see some more." Then he leaned and touched his lips to my neck, and I gave an audible gasp. His hands held me tighter and he started to bite and suck gently on my neck.
I had my hands on the counter behind me, and as my heart began pounding and my legs instantly turned to Jell-O, I moved my hands to his arms trying to steady myself. When I placed my hands on him, he leaned his body into me and began trailing kisses back towards my cheek. Before I knew it he placed his lips on mine.
It was a fierce, passionate kiss that left my mind a blank and my body pulsing with lust. After a minute he broke the kiss and looked deep into my eyes. He paused there, and then stood completely still for a full minute while I looked back at him. He seemed to be waiting for me to respond somehow. My heart felt like it would leap out of my chest and I was sure I would pass out any minute or wake up from this dream. But as he continued to look into my eyes, I felt my legs straighten out and I moved my hands from his arms onto his chest. My fingers started to trace the muscles in his upper arms, and glide across his pectorals, which were covered only by the thin cotton T-shirt. My fingertips danced timidly up to his shoulders, and before I knew it I had wrapped my arms around his warm neck. Then I kissed him. It's not like I'd never kissed a boy before, but this didn't feel at all like any other kiss I'd ever had. It was filled with need. Every cell in my body quivered at his touch, and wanted something….something more. As I started to kiss him his body leaned more closely into mine, and I felt the heat coming off of him as we pressed together.
Our kisses deepened and became more frenzied, and his hands started to move from my waist to my lower back. Our lips started moving to each other's necks and ears, and his hands started going lower as they gently cupped my butt outside my blue jean mini-skirt. As I nibbled on his neck his hands suddenly slid down and under my skirt, which by now had ridden up quite high. He gently squeezed with both hands my almost bare ass, except for my black satin panties, and he kissed me even harder. I sucked in air and tensed up as his hands met my bare skin, and he then softened and slowed down his kiss. I relaxed, but before I knew it things began to heat up again as he began to gently caress the skin along the edge of my satin underwear. Things were moving so fast that I didn't even know what was happening, but the skin where his hands grazed me tingled, and I involuntarily arched my back into him.
He suddenly wrapped one arm around my waist, another under my butt, and then with a strong thrust of his body he lifted me up off the ground and placed me in a sitting position on the low counter with my legs dangling off of the side. This raised me up a little higher, to where we were now at eye level gazing intensely at each other. He stepped back and removed his hands, and then crossed his arms around his own waist and with a quick motion, and he pulled his white T-shirt off and tossed it to the side. I am pretty sure my jaw dropped, and I gaped at his tan muscles with a dark diamond thatch of curly black hair in the center of his chest. Unbidden, my right hand reached out and my fingers traced slowly through his chest hair, and began outlining his muscles with the tips. My hand was shaking.
He held still and let me touch him, but after a few minutes he stepped in closer and grabbed my hand, bringing it to his mouth to kiss it. Then he placed both of my hands on his shoulders as he leaned in, then put his fingers at the base of my neck and began tracing slow circles along my collarbone and the lace edging of my fitted blue sweater. He gave me an intense look, and suddenly popped open the first button on the sweater, then waited for a moment to gauge my reaction. I froze, but the longer I looked into his eyes the more I was pulled into his force field, and I seemed to lose all my self-consciousness. Then he reached behind my back to untie my pink apron, pulled it off and dropped it on the floor.
His hands then moved over the front of my sweater with the dexterity of a vascular surgeon, and in a matter of seconds all the buttons were undone and the sweater fell open to reveal my black satin and lace bra. I looked down at my exposed front in shock. I heard a low groan come from deep in Joe's throat and I looked up to see him staring at me with a hunger I had never seen before in a boy's eyes. I figured I was about to be devoured. He pushed his body forward as he wrapped a hand around my back and pulled me into him. My knees were still locked together and trembling, so they pushed against his abdomen and he had to lean over sharply to get close enough to my mouth to kiss me. He began kissing me hard and deep, then moved his lips to my neck and started biting and sucking as he ran the fingers of his other hand through my hair. The hand at my waist moved to my upper thigh, and he squeezed gently as he buried his face in my neck and our breathing grew faster. He began to nibble my earlobe, and ever so slowly his hand moved from my upper thigh towards my lower thigh, and then slid in between my knees.
As I breathed faster his hand applied gentle pressure between my knees to urge them apart. I involuntarily tensed and they stayed locked together. He held the pressure there, and in a low strained voice whispered "Please Stephanie….please." The sound of him begging me to open my legs sent an unexpected charge through my body, and I felt my panties grow damp. I nervously slid my shuddering thighs apart, and he promptly grabbed my legs and wrapped them around his waist. He pulled me tight against him then took my face in his hands as he kissed me feverishly. Somehow I felt completely out of control, but for whatever reason I didn't care. I tried to think about what was happening, but all I knew was how good he was making me feel.
Joe wrapped his arms around me and in one smooth motion slid them under me and lifted me up, holding me tightly to him in midair with my body wrapped around his. He turned around and slammed me against the éclair case on the opposite side of the narrow walkway as his torso pressed hard against me. The air left my body as he gripped me possessively and I could hear a primitive rumble vibrate through his hard chest. Some primal part of me responded, and my hands were everywhere I could reach. I was touching him and exploring the bulging muscles in his arms and back, and running my fingers through his hair as my lips trailed across his face and neck. My legs slid down his body and touched the ground again, and I was able to stand, though my skirt was now pushed up to my waist. His hands moved there and rubbed my hips up and down and traced the lace edges of my underwear at the top of my leg. I shivered and gasped, and he moved his hands upwards ever so slowly until they were just below my breasts. I started to tremble all over, and then I looked into his eyes and whispered "Joe…."
His eyes never left mine as he pushed the sweater down off of my shoulders, leaving me in only my bra, skirt, and panties. He continued to look at my face intently, watching my reaction as one of his hands reached up to cup my breast. My lower lip trembled and a small sigh escaped my lips. He began kneading my breast as his other hand moved to cup the other one. His fingers began tracing my nipple from the outside of the smooth material, and I gave an involuntary shudder as my panties started to feel very, very wet. In one practiced move, he unclasped my bra at my back and he stepped back away from me. I stood there against the display case feeling much like I was on display. I was frozen in place, and he just stood there watching me as the bra slid down my shoulders revealing my breasts. I felt so exposed and vulnerable, and my hands moved to cover myself, but he gave a loud groan and leaned down quickly to take a nipple into his mouth. For the first time I let out a moan of my own, and he started to suckle and tease my breasts relentlessly, and he grabbed my wrists and gently pulled my hands back down. I could feel his hot, wet mouth on the tender points of my breasts as he circled his tongue around them and sucked and tugged, and me knees grew weak. I slowly slid down to the floor as it was apparent that I no longer had the ability to hold myself up. Joe slid down with me, and we found ourselves crumpled on the tile with our bodies tangled up in each other.
We started kissing again, and he kept one hand always at my breasts. We stretched out so that our bodies could press their full length against each other. I was partly on my side, with my back against the éclair case, and he slid in close to me and pressed his lower body in tight. All of the sudden I could feel something very big and hard against my upper thigh, and I felt a sense of wonder and fear at what waited for me there. He wanted me to feel it, wanted me to know what I did to him. He sensed my emotion as my body tensed up slightly, and he whispered into my ear "It's okay Stephanie."
He took his hands from my breasts, and I whimpered as his fingers grazed my now hardened nipples. He reached down to the front of his jeans, then undid the fly and languidly pulled down the zipper. I didn't even realize I was holding my breath. He reached up and took my hand, then moved it down to rest it against his hardness outside his jeans. I was quivering, but again he whispered into my ear and he kissed me gently "It's okay Cupcake. I can tell you've never done this before. I promise I won't hurt you. Touch me." He looked me in the eyes and gave a warm smile.
At his command I started to caress his hard length through the denim, and was shocked at how large it was and how it felt like hot stone beneath his jeans. He groaned as I touched him, which surprised me as I had no way of knowing how much my touch was arousing him. I felt his muscles along his torso tense, and my curiosity overcame my trepidation and my hand drifted past the zipper and moved inside his pants. I was surprised to find that he wasn't wearing underwear, and when I touched the soft skin on his rigid shaft I jerked my hand back and gasped. His hand reached for mine, and as he began to kiss me deeply he moved it little by little down and back onto him, and I felt him hot and pulsing in my grasp. He guided my hand up and down slowly, and I heard him groan and mutter "Stephanie…damn…Steph" as his breath came faster. He suddenly grabbed my hand and pulled it away sharply, and then looked deep into my eyes. I got scared and said "Www…what? Did I do something wrong?"
"No sweetie, you didn't do anything wrong. I'm going to show you what you do to me." With that he took his hand and placed it on the inside of my leg. I locked them together again unwittingly, but he worked them apart as he slowly caressed my inner thigh. He placed his mouth directly on mine and slid his tongue into it, and as he did his hand went directly to OHMIGOD!
Where I had been almost silent before, now I moaned loudly as his hand stroked me firmly, and he pushed my panties aside to trace his fingers along my outer lips. I jerked at his touch, but he pressed against me tightly so that I couldn't pull away. We were now alongside each other on the floor, and as his hand moved my body started to writhe uncontrollably with his every touch. The only thing that kept me from levitating off the floor was his mouth hard on mine, with his tongue pushing its way inside and tangling with mine. I felt a sudden burst of wetness between my legs and cried out as his hand touched my center of pleasure and moved quickly back and forth. He suddenly pulled back completely, and with reckless abandon he jerked my panties down and off, then pulled his full length out of his jeans while his eyes drunk in the sight of my mostly nude body writhing and panting on the floor.
As I got my first look of what he had in store for me, I was filled with fear. I had never seen one before, and it looked so huge that there was no way I could possibly take all of him. He saw the change in my eyes and the sudden tension in my body, and he slowly stretched down alongside me and took me firmly into his arms. He held me close for what seemed like a very long time until my body relaxed. His hand moved to my chin, and he turned me to face him. He made sure I was looking right at him, and he said in a firm but gentle voice "I'll try hard not to hurt you Steph. I want to be inside you, make you moan and say my name. Let me show you. Let me inside you." His hand moved to my wet folds, and he said "I can feel how ready you are for me."
I didn't say a word as he slowly slid my legs apart and moved me from my side onto my back. He raised his torso above me and moved his legs between mine. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a silver wrapper, and with surprising speed he sheathed his taut organ before lowering himself on top of me. My breathing came in jerks and gasps, and his was also ragged as he struggled for control. "Joe…" I said in a frightened voice.
"Ssshhhh..." he soothed. My only answer was a deep breath as my hands moved to his waist and I looked at him in nervous anticipation. He very gently moved his body upwards and pushed his head up against my slick, tight entrance. All my muscles involuntarily clenched as my legs tightened around him, so he paused and leaned down to suckle a breast to distract me. As my body relaxed he suddenly pushed himself a few inches inside of me, and I cried out in pain as he opened me.
Ever so slowly he began to push his stiff cock deeper and deeper inside me, until I thought I was going to split in two. He noticed I was holding my breath, and he urged me "Breathe baby. Breathe Steph…" I took a deep breath and tried to relax as he lay on top of me and started to move slowly up and down. It burned, and I was whimpering and trying not to cry out. His hands skimmed across my body as he pushed himself inside me, and I felt his hardness sliding and pressing against my tight walls. He began to moan "Oh God Steph, you feel so good. So good."
One hand moved to my breast and kneaded it, and as he gently pumped in and out of me. After a few minutes the burning stopped and I started to feel something I couldn't describe. Something deep inside of me began to hum, and an incredible sensation began to spread from my center to the rest of my body. I started to writhe beneath him, and my hands moved to grab hold of his jeans that were bunched down around his hips so that could pull him deeper inside me. His eyes startled open as I let out a moan, and in a ragged voice he said "God Stephanie…you are so fucking beautiful." He began to thrust faster, and his free hand moved from my breast down between my legs, and he pressed down hard right where it counted. A huge jolt of pure pleasure shot through my center as he drove his hard length in and out of my virgin opening. I screamed. "Oh God…Joe! Oh my God! Joe…oh please, please…"
With that his control slipped and thrust himself deep inside, then pulled almost all the way out, then thrust in sharply again. Neither of us could tell if my cries were pleasure or pain. His skin glistened as beads of sweat started to roll down his muscled body. He let his full weight rest on top of me and he kissed me deeply as he pumped faster and faster. His tongue invaded my mouth and his hands were everywhere. My fingertips and toes were tingling, and a luxurious warmth started to spread from my core. My body tensed all over in ways I couldn't understand or control. I bucked beneath him wildly, and my hands gripped his shoulders and my nails dug into his back. He tensed and cried out, and I fixed my eyes in wonder on his face as his eyes closed. He took on an almost pained expression, then shuddered in release. I felt his shaft jerk hard inside me, and bolts of lightening seemed to shoot through my body. I screamed out his name, and he collapsed on top of me.
He shifted and pulled himself from inside me, and I gasped at the final sensation. We laid there for what seemed like an hour. I was surprised to find that I liked the weight of his body on top of mine, and I could feel him still breathing heavily. I loved the sweat, his smell, and the feeling of his muscled chest pressed against my bare breasts. We lay there catching our breath for a few more minutes, and then rose to his knees to grab his letter jacket hanging on a coat hook on the opposite wall. He gently laid it on top of my body, and then tucked himself back in his pants and zipped up. Then he lay back down alongside me on the floor and ran his fingers slowly through my hair and whispered softly "I meant what I said Steph. You are a very beautiful, special woman."
My eyes opened wide as I realized no one had ever referred to me as a woman before, only as a girl. It felt right. I looked into his eyes, and in a voice choked with emotion said "Joe, I'll never forget tonight. It was amazing. You're amazing." He smiled at me, but then he looked away. I saw something flash across his face. It was gone as soon as it came, and he turned back to me and kissed me softly for a few minutes.
He pulled away and said "Steph, I have to go. But I want you to know I won't ever forget tonight either. Keep the jacket. I want you to have it." He grabbed his shirt and quickly put it over his head, then slowly got up and walked out the door. Before it closed he turned back to look at me, and I was now standing clutching his jacket around my still nude body watching him. The look on his face was one of longing and pain, but it quickly hardened and went blank. Then finally he turned and walked away.
After he left, I got up and went to the bathroom to clean myself up and put my clothes back on. I noticed that I was bleeding a bit, and sore. I stared at myself in the mirror in shock. What had just happened? It was wonderful, but it was the last thing I expected. He told me I was beautiful, and special. I smiled and remembered all the other things he said to me, the things he did to me, and my heart felt like it would explode with happiness. Then my spirit fell as the questions started to flood my mind. When would I see him again? What would I say when I did see him? What were we? Was he my boyfriend now? Was this what it felt like to fall in love? Was this just lust? What was I to Joe Morelli? What had I done? And did I just lose my virginity on the floor of a bakery? Oh God…
Turns out I needn't have worried about most of those questions, because afterwards whenever I saw Joe at school he avoided me like the plague. He wouldn't even look me in the eye. I had been so naïve, and he'd taken my innocence. We had never even been on one actual date, and despite that it was my first and only time I felt like the world's biggest slut. My heart split in two, and I laid on my bed crying for hours and pouring out my heart to Mary Lou about what he had done to me. I quit working at the pastry shop a week later because I couldn't stand the way it made me remember what had happened there. When the homecoming dance came I wound up going with a nice, cute guy from my chemistry class, but we were just friends. I spent most of the time at the dance watching Joe, and when he asked Terry Gilman to dance I thought I would burst into tears. After Christmas break Joe disappeared from school, and I found out he had taken his GED test so that he could enroll in the Navy early. He never even said goodbye. The only thing he did communicate afterwards about our night together was written on the bathroom wall at Mario's and the football stadium.
There once was a girl named Stephanie
Who works at the counter of the bakery.
She's got a nice ass
And her tits are first-class
And her cupcakes are warm, sweet, and buttery.
-JM
I hated him with the fire of a thousand suns after that, and several times I considered burning his jacket. Somehow though, I just couldn't bring myself to do it because every time I tried I remembered the tender look in his eyes, how gentle he had been, how his touch and kisses made my body feel, and how he had looked at me with longing and told me he'd never forget.
However, I did vow that I would not only get even for walking away without an explanation, but that I'd never let another man hurt me like that. Unfortunately, my resolve certainly didn't stop Dickie from boinking Joyce on my dining room table. But at least the look on Joe's face when I rammed him with the Buick when he came home on military leave was satisfying. I smiled at the memory of his stunned face when his body bounced off the hood of the Buick. Ultimately, I guess that being my boyfriend in the present day was probably enough suffering to be a worthy revenge and take care of any karma left in the cosmos on that one.
