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Chapter 4

Marissa perched herself on the edge of the bed and pulled her shirt over her head before zipping up her jeans. She lifted her shoes and turned to Ryan still lying naked under the sheets. She crawled toward him and settled her chin on his chest, "That was nice." She whispered. Ryan stroked her hair absentmindedly and sighed.

"Yeah." She reached up and kissed him slowly before pulling away and climbing off the bed.

"Curfew." She explained apologetically. Ryan nodded and made to move from under the sheets but Marissa shook her head, "It's fine I can see myself out."

She bent down and kissed him lightly on the forehead and tiptoed out across the patio and passed the open doors to Sandy and Kirsten's bedroom. She smiled as she remembered the giggles and laughter she used to hear coming from their room when she had snuck out those few times before. Sandy's booming laughter would more often than not be followed by a bang and a well timed "ouch" from Kirsten. Marissa shook the memory from her thoughts as she passed Sandy sipping a beer in the kitchen.

Ryan waited until Marissa was gone before pulling on his shorts.

Post-coital guilt.

It was always a certainty these days. Marissa would come over. They'd fuck. She leave and he'd be overcome with overwhelming guilt. Again.

He didn't want to think about Kirsten but he couldn't help it. Marissa was much taller than Kirsten but her frame was small and delicate like Kirsten's. Her hair was darker but with only the moonlight illuminating the room it could be blonde. But that was as far as it went in terms of similarities. Whereas Marissa was inexperienced and nervous Kirsten was confident and liked control. Normally he liked to be the one in charge but he was more than willing to surrender to Kirsten's demands. She pinned his arms above his head as she left kisses across his chest. She'd whisper orders in his ear to make sure she got what she wanted and he was happy to comply. On the other hand Marissa did what she was told. She needed guidance and even though he knew he could easily take the lead he wished she would take some initiative and throw him onto the bed and have her way with him. He laughed at his last thought. Marissa being direct and assertive wasn't a likely occurrence. He couldn't deny he loved Marissa. She was only eighteen and he didn't expect her to be as good in bed as a woman with a twenty-year head start but he began to resent her all the same. He used to be a gentle and considerate lover but now he blocked out the present and fantasised about the past not caring whether Marissa was enjoying herself. He didn't see her face anymore. His thoughts always travelled to Kirsten.

Ryan kicked off his shoes and threw himself onto his back. The mattress shuddered under his weight and he sighed. He was starting to have doubts. Oliver was crazy and he had just left his girlfriend there to stay the night. He wouldn't hurt her would he? He shook that thought out of his mind realising that it was ridiculous. Oliver was in love with Marissa so it's not like he was gonna strange her in her sleep. It was just the Oliver debacle that was bothering him. He had begun to miss Kirsten. He and Marissa hadn't fought in a while and other than the Jimmy situation before Chrismukkah, Sandy and Kirsten had been having a good run. He missed her visit's after school when Seth was shacked up with Anna watching Batman and Sandy still at work. He figured they were both in too good a mood with their other halves to betray them so blatantly. But he missed her.

He made his way out across the patio but the figure if Kirsten at her bedroom door stopped him in his tracks, "Hey," she said softly as she gave an awkward wave. Ryan waved back feeling just as foolish. He waited for Sandy to appear behind her dressed in his dressing gown still lovesick from their earlier acrobatics but he didn't appear.

"Sandy?" he asked simply.

"Drunk. Passed out. Dead to the world." She said laughing as she glanced back at his sprawled out figure on the bed. Light curled strands of blonde framed her face and her own white towelled dressing gown was gaping open to reveal a small black top and pink pyjama pants. Ryan nodded, his eyes scanning her petite figure. "I've been missing you." She said even more softly. Ryan blushed but smiled awkwardly.

"Me too." He answered. Kirsten made her way across the decking, stopping when she got to a foot in front of him. She reached for his hand and pulled him toward her.

"I've been really missing you." She said purring more with each word. She pulled his face down slowly and kissed him square on the lips. He leaned in further trying to deepen the kiss but she pulled away ever so slightly, teasing him. She was playing up to his frustration. He pushed her dressing gown to the ground and placed his hands on her hips pulling her close. He lifted her leg and coiled it around his own wanting to be closer but the sudden realisation that they were in the middle of the patio in full view of Sandy and perhaps Seth of he felt the urge for a midnight snack forced them to part. Kirsten stared longingly at the pool house but Ryan was sick of being stuck in there. He needed something more. He led her wordlessly away from the pool and down driveway in the direction of the tiny bay near their house. It was a small sliver of sand and the open ocean with a few sailboats dotted around. Kirsten smiled letting him lead her down the dusty path passed the old Cooper house to the sand.

Ryan leaned back against the rocks and Kirsten mimicked his actions against his chest. She sat between his legs with her back to him facing the sea. She sighed as he ran his fingertips up and down her arms. "This is nice," she said staring up at the jewelled sky. He didn't reply. Instead he kissed the top of her head and watched the waves creep closer and closer as the tide came in slowly. Suddenly Kirsten shifted her body to face him. She kissed him again achingly slowly. Ryan tried to up the pace and placed his hands on the back of her head pushing her closer but she resisted. She pulled back and readjusted her legs so she was straddling his lap. There was something different about her actions this time. It was hungry and urgent. It was slow and gentle. She didn't immediately rush to his shorts. Instead she lightly grazed her nails across her bare chest taking him in. Tasting him, inhaling is scent. Feeling the way his calloused fingers made her tingle and storing them all away in her mind making sure she'd never forget.

That was the very first night they made love. The rocks were jagging into her back and the icy cold water was nipping at Ryan's toes but neither complained nor rushed it. He sighed at the memory. He could still taste Marissa on his tongue and on his lips. Her perfume clung to his skin and there were still marks on his back from where she'd raked her perfectly manicured nails along it in ecstasy. He felt sick with guilt and yet he couldn't shift the excitement in the pit of his stomach. It was getting closer. The day was nearing.

Three weeks.

She'd come home.

She'd be back.

He missed her and would continue to until she returned.

Three weeks.

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