Chapter 13: So Anxious

The next week passed uneventfully for Tiny and Smash. Friday night was set up as a quadruple date for Tim, Erica, Landry, Tyra, Matt, Julie, Smash and Tiny. They all decided to go to a restaurant not really frequented by their classmates, a restaurant frequented by many adults of Dillon. Tiny went for a ruched one shoulder dress that clung to every curve on her body. The red color brought out the natural glow in her chocolate color skin. Smash was dapper in a black sports coat and black trousers to match. The group of friends was gathered at a round table wining and dining, laughing and talking the way high school students should. They all seemed care free, no talk about attacks, babies, college recruitment, football games, school events or college acceptances. It was all just lighthearted fun. A lot of the time spent reminiscing. "I will never forget Tim's joke at the panther roast." Tyra said with a laugh. Julie went bright red. " oh my goodness. I wanted to kill him before Coach killed me." Matt responded. "And Smash was so angry that Buddy Garrity stole his joke about Matt." Tim added. "One of the memories that takes the cake is when Erica and Tim got caught having sex on the football field by the janitor." Tiny laughed. "Not nearly as funny as the time Ms. Henry walked into the court room while you and Smash were having sex in the judges chambers." Erica shot back. "What about Smash's mom walking in on him and Tyra about to have sex?" Tim laughed out. The rest of the group just stared at him. "Do you like making inappropriate statements at the expense of everyone's comfort, or are you really that socially retarded?" Landry asked good-naturedly. The conversation continued with such joking, the end of dinner came too quickly for all. When they asked their waitress for the check, the manager came out. "The Dillon Panthers and their girls? Your money is no good here. Your meals are on the house. The group replied with thank yous and headed their separate ways.

Smash opened the door for Tiny to get in before going to the driver's side. They drove to Tiny's house and walked her to her door. "I had a really good time tonight. Thank you for forcing me out of the house." She told him. "The pleasure was all mine." He said as he began to kiss her. She broke the kiss. "Come inside with me." She said to him as she opened the door. "I don't want this night to end." She told him as she turned the light on in the living room. "It doesn't have to just yet. I have an idea." He replied to her. He took out his iPod and connected it to her speaker system. The sound of Genuwine's "So Anxious" poured out of the speakers as he took her hand and brought her to him. "If anyone told me a year ago, I'd be slow dancing with Smash Williams in my living room, I would've laughed at them." Tiny said to him. "Yup, we have come a long way from sneaking around." He agreed. She stood on her tip toes which prompted him lean down and kiss her. "Up." She whispered to him, making him lift her to straddle his waist. He walked them up to her room where they sat on the bed making out.

Smash seems quite happy with what they're doing. He's not rushing through the kissing; Tiny doesn't feel as though he's pushing her along.

The way he's kissing her is relaxed and leisurely, with just the right amount of tongue and minimal amounts of touching. it's full of light bushing touches as he skims his hands down her back and sides. Although they're not really doing anything, at least not yet at the moment, she still feels skittish, jumps each time his hands touch her unexpectedly or somewhere new.

She likes the feeling though. And she feels safe with him.

Hesitatingly Tiny brought her hands up to return the caresses he was bestowing upon her as her confidence grew.

She pulled him on top of her. Slowly she brushed her thumbs back and forth across his hipbones and he shifted above her, more of his body weight pressing down into her in encouragement.

Assertively Tiny took the lead and directed her hands beneath his shirt the small of his back. Hands splayed she dug her fingers into the muscles there, felt them ripple beneath her fingertips.

Guided by her actions, Smash trailed a hand down Tiny's body to the hemline on her dress. He ran the edge of the dress through his fingers, playing with the soft material for an agonizing few moments before gliding his hand beneath it onto her bare skin.

She breathed in sharply against his lips and he slowed, tracing patterns on her stomach and then gradually allowing his hand to curve around her waist, but nothing more than that, giving her time to adjust to the new sensations.

A languid feeling was running through his veins, giving him the patience to take things as slowly as she needed and it was nice. He was savoring it as much as she was.

He drew back from Tiny, catching her lips again and again in a series of butterfly kisses before pulling away completely. He swallowed. "Everything ok?" He asked raggedly. "If you want to slow down or anything, you just say so."

"Relax Smash." Tiny murmured leaning up to catch his mouth with hers for another kiss. She stopped "Or is it that you aren't attracted to me anymore?" She asked.

No!" Smash cursed cutting her off. "Does that feel like I don't want to?" He asked taking hold of her hand and sliding it down between their bodies to his erection. "Does that feel like I don't want to?" He panted thrusting into her.

"Well, no, but that doesn't mean it has anything to do with me…" Tiny mumbled averting her eyes.

She stiffened beneath him as a harsh bark of disbelief left his body and he dropped his head to her neck. "Believe me Tiny when I tell you it has everything to do with you." His thumb stroked across the back of her hand still wedged between them.

Biting her lower lip, Tiny tilted her face towards him. "So what's the problem?" She asked softly. "I just don't want you to regret it." He admitted finally.

"Smash. Honestly it took a while for me to want to be touched again, but the way you've comforted me, been there for me, respected my feelings, and waited on me shows me how much you really do love me. And as long as I feel loved by you, and safe with you, I'm ready to be with you again." She told him reassuringly.

"Ok." Smash said after an excruciatingly long minute, "But if I do go too fast for you, tell me."

"Fine! Could you get back to kissing me now?"

"Yes madam President." he remarked cheekily prior to invading her mouth once again. She tasted sweet on his tongue as he entered her mouth and teased her into playing with him once again, their tongues mating as they slid against each other.

He removed her hand from his erection because if she continued with those tentative little squeezes and inquisitive fingers he was going to disgrace himself in a way he hadn't done for years.

He begins to unbutton his shirt. As he nips at her lower lip her hands curl against him, short nails biting into muscle for the briefest of seconds. A shiver breaks out of him at the sensation.

Damn, Giselle Porter was going to be the death of him.

Her hands are busy exploring his back and shoulders, her nails occasionally scratching softly against his skin in a way that he especially likes. Smash finishes unbuttoning his shirt and throws it on the floor.

Releasing her despite the whimper of protest, he grabbed at the hem of her dress trying to tug it up over her head. It got caught up around her arms and they struggle between them to get the material off.

Kissing Tiny as he fumbled for the clasp of her bra, Smash pushed the material aside and lowered his chest to hers.

Blood pounding through her veins Tiny shivered at the sensation and jumped slightly as one of his hands slid around her body to her lower back and pulled her tightly against him, forcing her to arch her spine so that her entire body was plastered against him.

His skin was hot against her own, smooth as well as it covered ridges of muscle that had been shaped and honed from long sessions in the gym and hard practices on the field.

Her hands slipped up his back and landed on his head to pull his lips harder against her own as she deepened the kiss. A moan shook through his body causing Tiny to smile against his mouth in response to his unguarded reaction.

Wrenching his mouth away, he stared down at the sparkling brown eyes beneath him.

Her nails scratched teasingly down his back causing his body to arch, and the smile tugging at the corner of her lips widened.

Forcing himself away from her, Smash sat back on his heels his hands engrossed with the fastening of his trousers. He then continues to pull her dress completely off.

When he catches sight of her panties, he can't help but grin. She was wearing his favorite ones. The string underwear Erica had made as a joke they read "20" on the front and "Williams" across the butt. They were Panther blue with gold trim.

His finger traced the number on her front. She squirmed under his touch. Bending down he placed a kiss over the lace that was the waistband, his tongue darting out to connect with a spot of skin as he did so.

Tiny squeaked watching as his mouth traced a path across her stomach, as he circled her belly button, his tongue dipping down into it forcing her breath to catch in the back of her throat and watch in suspense as he carried on straight on up between her large breasts and the length of her throat as he nibbled along her jaw finally reaching her mouth.

Sighing as his mouth fastened across her own. Tiny felt her mind reeling, wanting nothing more but to have him enter her.

They continued to kiss, and he gently ran a hand up and down the outside of her thigh. Aware that she was comfortable with the caress his hand trailed to the inside of her knee and travelled half way up the inside of her thigh before reversing.

Patiently he repeated his action, not pushing for anything more, just letting her get used to the sensations until she was ready for more.

She shifted against him causing his hand to travel higher than he'd intended. She didn't flinch, or recoil.

Taking the hint, Smash allowed his fingers to continue their quest. He grazed the elastic edge of her panties and heard Tiny's breath catch in her throat.

"You good?" Smash whispered, his lips brushing over Tiny's. He really wanted to make this good for her, didn't want her to regret any part of tonight, but it was hard. He wanted so badly to get inside her, but didn't want to move too fast with her.

She kissed him passionately as opposed to answering him.

"Good to know," he mumbled when they broke apart.

Probing delicately at Tiny through the damp material shielding her completely from his touch, Smash contented himself with touching her.

He drew back from her to remove his undershirt.

His eyes stayed locked on Tiny. He took in every detail of her. The sight of her hair spread out against the blanket, the rapid rise and fall of her chest and her plump lips that he'd spent so much time feasting on.

He moved back to her and tried to ignore his raging erection for a little bit longer. As he positioned himself,'he realized how much harder it would be with only underwear holding them apart.

Running her hands down to the waistband of his boxers, Tiny placed her hands beneath the material and let them linger there for a moment, letting the anticipation build.

Slowly her hands traced the firm lines of his butt. The muscle was firm beneath her touch from bleacher runs and wind sprints.

He dropped his hand down between them. The sensation of his finger in her searing hole made her squirm, but in a good way.

"God Tiny!" Smash groaned from above her. His head dropped down to the bed next to hers, his lips attacking the side of her throat and going to work, licking and sucking, nibbling and pressing soft kisses to the sensitive skin. Noting his slow and careful movements, made with her in mind, any insecurities Tiny had floated away.

Her hands trailed down his body and found their way back into his boxers. She wrapped her hands around the engorged flesh, fondling it as she refreshed her memory with the feel of him and re-explored the length of his erection. She squeezed at him tentatively, the way he's always liked. He fumbled with his boxers, pushing them down and out of the way so that she can tighten her grip and move her hand up and down his shaft, the way he liked. She'd only managed a few strokes before he was pulling her away.

Smash positioned himself over her body, and seeing the apprehension written on Tiny's face bent down to kiss her softly. "Relax Sweetheart." Slowly he guided himself inside of her, careful not to go too fast and rush her as he kept a close eye on every emotion and expression that crossed her face. She was so hot and tight about him it felt almost unbearable. He held back from what he desperately wanted to do, forge a path deep inside her until he was wedged as deep within her body as possible.

Leaning down he wedged one arm around beneath Tiny's head and took hold of her other hand, linking together their fingers and stretching her arm upwards. Bending his head, he captured her mouth.

Gradually she relaxed beneath him, and knowing that it was now or never he slid his hips back slightly and thrust forwards in a smooth quick motion. .

She took a deep shaky breath and tried to dispel the tension in her limbs so that they could continue.

She could feel him buried within her and the walls of muscles clamped around him fluttered at the new sensation which caused Smash to give a small grunt as his hips nudged insistently against her own despite his instructions to the contrary.

Sensing that Tiny was ready for the rest of it, Tim caught her lips once again as he slowly began to withdraw and thrust himself back into her body in an attempt to distract her from any pain she may be experiencing.

As her body adjusted, her legs curled tighter about his hips, and her body began to lift itself to meet his thrusts.

Between kisses, his name left her lips as she encouraged him to bring her body to climax. He could hear himself talking to her, encouraging her as he told her how good she felt beneath him, how good it was, how he wasn't going to last much longer.

As Tiny reached her peak, she took Smash with her with shaking legs. Her walls clamped around him bringing him over the edge.

Smash dropped his head down next to hers panting, and fighting to catch his breath. Tiny also breathed heavily, heart racing while she lazily ran her hands up and down his back. She touched the welts on his back that would form scratches on his back in the morning.

Lethargically he pushed himself up and off of her. He laid down on the bed next to her, cradling her small body in his arms, gradually they recuperated. She quickly fell asleep in his arms. He watched her as her breathing became light with sleep. He wondered how he got so lucky. "With all that I've done wrong, I must've done something right to deserve this girl." He said to himself before kissing her head, and closing his own eyes.