Part Six:
Photography class became very akward. Watching Miss Roberts...Carrie...standing at the front of the room, demonstrating how to use the zoom features on the camera, was strange. Craig knew that the Black Sabbath t-shirt and jeans she wore would soon be lying on her bedroom floor...
Craig began taking going to Carrie's apartment every afternoon. Sometimes he would take the bus, sometimes he would meet her on the corner of his street. He always lied to Joey and told him he was hanging out with Sean and the guys...sometimes Ashley.
Yeah, right. Craig hadn't even spoken to Ashley since their date. It would be too different, now that he was seeing Carrie. He kept his relationship with her a secret.
At first, it was just drinking and making out, or looking at famous pictures. Carrie had a passion for art, and Craig really admired that. He also liked what a good kisser she was...
After a couple of weeks, Carrie and Craig were having a makeout session on the couch. Suddenly, when Craig leaned in to kiss her again, she held out a hand to block him. "What's wrong."
Carrie smiled and took his hand. "Come on, Craig."
"Wait, Carrie..." But she took his hand and led him from the couch, down the hall, and into her bedroom. Benji, who'd been trapped in there, ran out. Carrie closed the door behind him.
"Are you ready?"
"What?"
Carrie pulled her concert shirt over her head to reveal a black bra. Then she pulled her pants off: a black thong. Craig took a minute to take in her body: not thin, like Ashley's. Carrie had large breasts, a big of stomach, thighs that touched. But she was beautiful. He watched as she layed down on the bed, waiting for him. "I want you, Craig," she whispered.
Craig was ready. He could FEEL it. He got on top of her and kissed her on the lips. When he pulled away, she grabbed his face in both hands, wanting more. She managed to get him out of his shirt and unzip his pants before he knew what was going on. "Are you ready?" she asked again.
"Yes."
It was Craig's first time, but Carrie seemed experienced. When it was done, she stared at the ceiling, smoking a cigarette, which she said she only did after sex. She offered one to Craig, but he refused.
Craig watched her blow smoke out of her mouth. "I don't really breath it in," she revealed. "I just puff on it a little."
But he wasn't very interested in her smoking technique. "Carrie? How was it?"
Carrie closed her eyes, and a little smile came on her face. "It was great."
"It was?"
"Um hmm," Carrie said dreamily. She opened her eyes again and looked at him. "Was it good for you?"
It was. Craig had thought about sex before, and had masturbated, of course. But he had never imagined how good it would be. And he never would've thought that his first time would be with a woman over 10 years older then him.
Sex became an almost daily thing for them after that. Most teenage boys would go bragging to their friends if they were getting that much action. Most of Craig's friends were virgins, except for Sean, who'd only done it once with a girl in his old town. But Craig didn't tell anyone: Carrie had made him promise.
"If anyone, ANYONE, finds out about us...well, there'd be a lot of trouble."
"There would?"
Carrie nodded. They were sitting on her couch one afternoon, after they'd done it. She was sipping a strawberry margarita. "I mean, there's the fact that I'm your teacher, for one. I'd lose my job."
"Yeah." Craig felt uncomfortable all of a sudden.
"And, you're only 15. I'm 27. I would be in a lot of trouble."
Craig figured it out. "You mean...statutory?"
Carrie nodded. "It's all so complicated, Craig. But I know that I can trust you, right?" She was looking at him, with a look in her eyes that Craig found irresistable.
"Yeah, of course."
Carrie smiled and kissed him. The taste of cold strawberries and tequila filled Craig's mouth. When she pulled away, she smiled. "You better get going, your stepfather will be wondering where you are."
"Okay." They kissed one more time, and Craig left the apartment. As he left the building, he could feel the eyes of the secretary watching him. It made him slightly nervous.
Craig took the bus home, and arrived just as Joey was putting dinner on the table. "Hey," he said casually, and he began to set the table. But Joey was watching him carefully. Craig turned and saw Joey giving him a funny look. "What?"
"You smell like smoke."
Craig felt his stomach lurch. He was usually careful about changing his clothes after going over to Carrie's, but he'd forgotten today.
"Oh. Um..."
Joey cocked an eyebrow. "Let me smell your breath."
"What? No way."
But Joey already had. "Have you been drinking?"
"What? No!"
"Drinking AND smoking? Craig, what're you up to?"
Craig didn't know what to do. He couldn't tell Joey the truth, it would ruin Carrie's life. So he came up with a workable story. He let out a sigh.
"Yeah, Joey, I was."
Joey crossed his arms over his chest. "With who?"
"Sean." The name came out of his mouth too soon to stop it.
"Sean." Joey sounded thoughtful. "I should've known."
Craig felt so guilty. How could I just use Sean like that? he thought. I'm such a crappy friend.
"I'm going to have to call his brother."
"No, Joey, don't!"
"Craig, I have to. He should know what Sean's been up to." Joey sighed. "Look, I used to experiment when I was younger, too, so I understand. But I don't want you coming home smelling and looking like that, Craig. I'm grounding you for a week."
"Joey!"
"Now, go change into different clothes and wash your mouth out. I don't want your sister to smell that."
Craig knew that there was nothing he could do. Sean was going to know that Craig had used him, and that was that. Maybe I'll tell him the truth, Craig thought as he walked upstairs. He deserves it, now that I'm getting him in trouble.
Craig knew that if there was one person he could trust, it was his best friend.
Photography class became very akward. Watching Miss Roberts...Carrie...standing at the front of the room, demonstrating how to use the zoom features on the camera, was strange. Craig knew that the Black Sabbath t-shirt and jeans she wore would soon be lying on her bedroom floor...
Craig began taking going to Carrie's apartment every afternoon. Sometimes he would take the bus, sometimes he would meet her on the corner of his street. He always lied to Joey and told him he was hanging out with Sean and the guys...sometimes Ashley.
Yeah, right. Craig hadn't even spoken to Ashley since their date. It would be too different, now that he was seeing Carrie. He kept his relationship with her a secret.
At first, it was just drinking and making out, or looking at famous pictures. Carrie had a passion for art, and Craig really admired that. He also liked what a good kisser she was...
After a couple of weeks, Carrie and Craig were having a makeout session on the couch. Suddenly, when Craig leaned in to kiss her again, she held out a hand to block him. "What's wrong."
Carrie smiled and took his hand. "Come on, Craig."
"Wait, Carrie..." But she took his hand and led him from the couch, down the hall, and into her bedroom. Benji, who'd been trapped in there, ran out. Carrie closed the door behind him.
"Are you ready?"
"What?"
Carrie pulled her concert shirt over her head to reveal a black bra. Then she pulled her pants off: a black thong. Craig took a minute to take in her body: not thin, like Ashley's. Carrie had large breasts, a big of stomach, thighs that touched. But she was beautiful. He watched as she layed down on the bed, waiting for him. "I want you, Craig," she whispered.
Craig was ready. He could FEEL it. He got on top of her and kissed her on the lips. When he pulled away, she grabbed his face in both hands, wanting more. She managed to get him out of his shirt and unzip his pants before he knew what was going on. "Are you ready?" she asked again.
"Yes."
It was Craig's first time, but Carrie seemed experienced. When it was done, she stared at the ceiling, smoking a cigarette, which she said she only did after sex. She offered one to Craig, but he refused.
Craig watched her blow smoke out of her mouth. "I don't really breath it in," she revealed. "I just puff on it a little."
But he wasn't very interested in her smoking technique. "Carrie? How was it?"
Carrie closed her eyes, and a little smile came on her face. "It was great."
"It was?"
"Um hmm," Carrie said dreamily. She opened her eyes again and looked at him. "Was it good for you?"
It was. Craig had thought about sex before, and had masturbated, of course. But he had never imagined how good it would be. And he never would've thought that his first time would be with a woman over 10 years older then him.
Sex became an almost daily thing for them after that. Most teenage boys would go bragging to their friends if they were getting that much action. Most of Craig's friends were virgins, except for Sean, who'd only done it once with a girl in his old town. But Craig didn't tell anyone: Carrie had made him promise.
"If anyone, ANYONE, finds out about us...well, there'd be a lot of trouble."
"There would?"
Carrie nodded. They were sitting on her couch one afternoon, after they'd done it. She was sipping a strawberry margarita. "I mean, there's the fact that I'm your teacher, for one. I'd lose my job."
"Yeah." Craig felt uncomfortable all of a sudden.
"And, you're only 15. I'm 27. I would be in a lot of trouble."
Craig figured it out. "You mean...statutory?"
Carrie nodded. "It's all so complicated, Craig. But I know that I can trust you, right?" She was looking at him, with a look in her eyes that Craig found irresistable.
"Yeah, of course."
Carrie smiled and kissed him. The taste of cold strawberries and tequila filled Craig's mouth. When she pulled away, she smiled. "You better get going, your stepfather will be wondering where you are."
"Okay." They kissed one more time, and Craig left the apartment. As he left the building, he could feel the eyes of the secretary watching him. It made him slightly nervous.
Craig took the bus home, and arrived just as Joey was putting dinner on the table. "Hey," he said casually, and he began to set the table. But Joey was watching him carefully. Craig turned and saw Joey giving him a funny look. "What?"
"You smell like smoke."
Craig felt his stomach lurch. He was usually careful about changing his clothes after going over to Carrie's, but he'd forgotten today.
"Oh. Um..."
Joey cocked an eyebrow. "Let me smell your breath."
"What? No way."
But Joey already had. "Have you been drinking?"
"What? No!"
"Drinking AND smoking? Craig, what're you up to?"
Craig didn't know what to do. He couldn't tell Joey the truth, it would ruin Carrie's life. So he came up with a workable story. He let out a sigh.
"Yeah, Joey, I was."
Joey crossed his arms over his chest. "With who?"
"Sean." The name came out of his mouth too soon to stop it.
"Sean." Joey sounded thoughtful. "I should've known."
Craig felt so guilty. How could I just use Sean like that? he thought. I'm such a crappy friend.
"I'm going to have to call his brother."
"No, Joey, don't!"
"Craig, I have to. He should know what Sean's been up to." Joey sighed. "Look, I used to experiment when I was younger, too, so I understand. But I don't want you coming home smelling and looking like that, Craig. I'm grounding you for a week."
"Joey!"
"Now, go change into different clothes and wash your mouth out. I don't want your sister to smell that."
Craig knew that there was nothing he could do. Sean was going to know that Craig had used him, and that was that. Maybe I'll tell him the truth, Craig thought as he walked upstairs. He deserves it, now that I'm getting him in trouble.
Craig knew that if there was one person he could trust, it was his best friend.