Wendy rolled over on her stomach and checked her phone.
She didn't have a curfew like Julie did, but she knew she outta start getting ready to head home before midnight. As she was turned over, she felt Ian's thin fingers gently brush against her bare arm. Smiling, despite how sore she felt, she felt his lips gently begin to trail kisses against her skin.
"You sure you're okay?"
Wendy had checked when Ian rolled off her to dispose of the used condom. His back was to her, and she heard the snap of it as he muttered in disgust as he found something to put it into. As he grabbed an old plastic bag from the market, she watched as his shoulder blades arched as he leaned over, now his boxers pulled up as he tossed it in. Looking at his pale back scattered with tiny little freckles scattered across it.
Smirking, she instantly looked down underneath the extra sleeping bag they had wormed into. She didn't have her panties on, and she quickly checked, somehow she wasn't bleeding which she had heard didn't always happen. She quickly checked with her hand, before laying back. Her insides were throbbing, but she knew it would get better. All in all, this really wasn't as bad as she believed it would be. Sure it hurt like Hell, but if it did indeed get better in time like they said it did, maybe she would look like those women in the movies, moaning in pleasure, actually enjoying themselves. She knew she needed to get herself cleaned up, but at this exact moment she wanted to simply enjoy the fact that such a huge part of her life was now over.
Something she was terrified of, something she had wondered was ever going to happen. Now with it being over, she was happy it hadn't happened with Larry, or that new kid Jason, or all those other silly high school boys who seamlessly flirted with her day in and day out. No, it actually happened to the last perfect she expected it would happen with. Someone who really truly knew her, someone who cared. Ian had gotten rid of the condom and was currently kissing her arm. Smiling warmly at this, Wendy glanced back and saw him. With his hair messy like this, he didn't look so moody or intense. In fact, in these last few weeks she had gotten to know the true Ian McKinley. The one she remembered when she was just a little girl.
"Hum?"
"Are you okay?
I heard it gets better...sorry I wasn't...well you know better."
Wendy blinked.
"It was great...I mean, I think it was."
Ian chuckled.
"Yeah right."
"No really...how was it for you?"
Ian rolled onto his back, running his hands through his messy hair before taking a deep breath.
"It was...intense that's for sure. Much better than flying solo that's for sure."
Wendy laughed, turning over and propping herself up on her elbow. She smiled, reaching over, rubbing his skinny chest, feeling his ribs on his sides.
"Thanks..."
"It was amazing, sorry I was a minute man..."
"Did it feel good?"
"Amazing..."
He glanced at her.
"I hurt you didn't I?"
Wendy shook her head.
"It hurt...but I think it was supposed to. It honestly wasn't bad. Anyways, I heard it gets better."
Ian turned, staring at her.
"I promise I won't hurt you again Wendy...I'll make sure next time you feel as amazing as I did."
"Who's saying there's going to be a next time?"
Laughing, Ian reached over, taking hold of her, tickling her as the two started laughing. Hands everywhere, both started rolling around in the small van, laughing and kissing as he nuzzled his hair against her. Finally both settled down, arms around each other as Wendy ran her hand through his thick hair. Staring up at him, she smiled as they locked eyes. Both stayed silent for a moment, Ian looking down at her, Wendy looking up at him. Suddenly his face became serious, as he gazed deeply into her dark brown eyes.
"I love you."
Wendy stared up, a little too stunned to talk when suddenly Ian's phone went off. Rolling his eyes, Ian scooted off her to reach up over her and grab his phone. Looking at it, he made a face slightly smirking before tossing it down. Wendy watched.
"Erin?"
"Yeah..."
"She okay?"
"Probably just bitching about her mom, she's been driving her up the wall lately."
"She doesn't like me does she?"
Ian raised an eyebrow.
"What?"
"Ever since...well...we've been together she hasn't really seemed happy. She doesn't like me does she?"
Ian made a face, brow wrinkling before shaking his head.
"No, of course not."
Wendy stared up at him making a face. Finally Ian nervously laughed.
"What? No, she likes you...it's just...you know Erin. She's always had trouble fitting in, and we're close so...it's not like she's jealous or anything."
"Oh no, I didn't think she was, maybe she's just jealous of of all the time you're spending with me."
Ian stared down at her before shaking his head.
"She's fine trust me."
Taking his hand, he raised it against hers. Both pressed their palms together, before slowly putting their fingers down against each other. Smiling, Wendy brought his hand over and kissed it before using her other hand and bringing it against her chest. Ian smiled, laying down beside her.
"You gotta get home soon?"
"Yeah...but let's just lay here for a while...that okay?"
Smiling, Ian stared across at her as the two laid side by side inside his van. All the while, thinking of when all of this began...
It all began a few days after school let out. Wendy and Julie were given permission by their parents on re-painting both of their rooms. Wendy's mother needed to run errands, and dropped the two of them off for a half an hour so they could pick out and buy the paint. Julie and Wendy were having a hard time getting along. Julie was a year younger than her, but somehow in the last five or so years both had become very distant. It wasn't the same as it had been with Ian, or other friends, this was different. Both went to McKinley High, but hung around with completely separate crowds. Julie was caught up in her life, Wendy was caught up with hers. Both finally reached a phase in their life's where nearly everything was a competition.
They always bickered, argued, and got on each other's nerves. Wendy suspected it was because for what seemed like forever, Wendy always got good grades, was popular, well liked, and always the one who went to great lengths to be perfect, and stay in control. Julie was the one who seemed to rebel in her own way, and often got in trouble with their parents. She had a short temper, and from what her mother called, a pissy attitude whenever she was in the mood. Wendy knew Julie resented her for having such a great relationship with her parents, and the fact she was so popular in school without even trying. Still, Wendy tried to bridge the gap that had drifted between the two of them over these past years. The few times they did get along Wendy was grateful for. Both were lucky enough not to have to work part-time jobs, and were allowed to enjoy their summers together. Wendy hoped both wouldn't be so roped in with their own planes and actually try to spend a little time together. She knew next year with her being a senior that window would get smaller and smaller. Both were dropped off at Build-It where instantly Julie began checking her phone as they walked the long ails, both of their pairs of sandals clicking against the cement floor. Finally they turned to the paint section where Wendy smiled, running over to see what samples she had.
"I'm thinking of something light, like a mix between lily or or pearl..."
She glanced over and saw Julie now talking on her phone as she walked away, completely ignoring Wendy. Sighing, Wendy rolled her eyes, before looking through all the different kinds of paint samples they had. That's when a voice came behind her, making her jump.
"Looking for something?"
Wendy turned and saw Ian standing there, wearing his blue Build-It apron. She had seen Ian here once or twice but he was always busy off doing something else. The last time she saw Ian was on the last day of school where him and Erin were walking to his van in the West parking-lot. Seeing him today she made a face before standing back.
"Uh, hi Ian..."
"Picking out paint huh?" Wendy took a second before turning and motioning towards the samples.
"Um, yeah...me and..."
She saw Julie all the way down at the end of the ail still talking on her phone. Annoyed, she rolled her eyes before looking back at Ian.
"My sister are picking out paint colors for our rooms..."
Ian squinted and looked down the ail, watching Julie laugh, pacing back and forth talking on her phone. Smirking, he raised his eyebrows.
"Yeah, she looks real interested."
Wendy laughed, brushing back a piece of her hair before looking up and down at the paint samples.
"Well, I'm trying to figure out at least what I should pick."
"How big is your room?"
Wendy stood there puzzled before Ian smirked again.
"How many doors, and windows?"
"Um, two windows, and three doors...one is the closet..."
"Okay, well you got baseboards?"
"Um, yeah...like trim?"
"Yeah do you need to do the trim?"
Wendy lit up.
"No, my dad said that's all set. It's white. I might need special tape he said..."
"Yeah painters tape that's no problem...now what color is it now?"
"Sorta this light yellow..."
Ian stepped forward making a face.
"Jesus, well let's see what we can do for you..."
As Ian stood beside her, scanning the paint samples, Wendy couldn't help but smile staring at him. Later, at check-lot Ian said he could check them out as Julie quickly picked a light pink, really not caring at all, still talking on her phone. Wendy meanwhile handled everything else, and was surprised by how helpful Ian had been. He helped Wendy pick out her color, which was a mix of two purples. One lighter, one darker so it could pop.
"Accent walls, that's what it sounds like you need."
Carrying the cans, he mixed them, and picked out trays, painting tape, and brushes for her. Tossing in some paint sticks, he cashed them out, and made small talk with her.
"You working her all summer?"
Ian stared at can as he scanned it, looking almost deep in thought.
"Yeah, part-time still, might be able to pick up some extra hours...you?"
"Oh, just getting ready for next year...can't believe we're going to be seniors huh?"
Ian gave a dry humorless laugh.
"Yeah I know right?"
Wendy chewed on her bottom lip watching him finish checking them out. Standing there, she was surprised by how for the first time in years, she honestly were this close to him. Looking from across the counter, she saw how clear and flawless his skin was. While most guys their age fought tooth and nail to keep clear skin, Ian's looked perfect. Just then Erin walked by, and instantly gave Wendy a hard glance.
"Hey Zip...they need you out back to cut those extra orders right away okay?"
"Righty-O Pip, be out there after this."
Instantly Erin looked Wendy up and down before walking away. Feeling a little out of place, Wendy sighed before reaching into her bag and taking out her wallet, she paid and was surprised when she saw Ian had put in his store discount for her. Smiling, Wendy handed her the cash.
"Thanks Ian..."
Ian brushed it off shrugging before bagging everything good.
"Good luck, hope it comes out cool."
Instantly Wendy looked around, deciding she had nothing to loose she decided to say what the Hell, and looked around one last time.
"Say...Ian, do you work late most days?"
"Yeah usually, I take the night shifts, besides weekends like today."
"Well...clearly I'm not an expert and I'm terrible at this stuff...and my dad is going to be away on business for the next week so...like..."
Ian lifted his eyes and stared at her, clearly seeing how much of a struggle this was for her.
"You need help painting?"
"Oh no...I..."
"I can swing by maybe next Monday night around seven if you can wait."
"Really?"
"Yeah, if you need help...you're still on Pine Road right?"
"Yeah, 37...are you sure, I can of course pay you."
Ian shrugged.
"Buy the pizza and I'm there cool?"
Wendy looked surprised and smiled.
"Yeah sure..."
"How about I give you my number, I'll text you before I come over..."
Wendy took a second before digging into her purse and smiled.
"Yeah...sure."
Ian smiled, taking his own phone and sliding it open.
Afterwards, Wendy pushed the cart outside with a smile on her face. She was surprised by how strange she felt. Her stomach had a tingle in it, and she oddly felt happy, a little giddy deep down inside. A feeling she truly hadn't felt in a while. What was different about Ian? She never really found him attractive before. He was too short, too skinny, and she always thought his face was too thin and that dyed hair never did him any favors. Why today seeing him in that morning blue apron made things different? Somehow as he helped her pick out paint, walked down the ails with her, cracked jokes with that dry sense of humor, somehow it was like meeting somebody new. Ian and her exchanged numbers, and before he went out back he winked at her, causing her to have the dumbest smile to spread across her face before Julie strolled back asking what was up? Now walking out, Julie glanced at her.
"You okay?"
Wendy snapped out of it.
"Huh?"
"You look like your spacing."
"Really?"
Wendy stopped, and smirked as she reached down for her bags. Instantly Julie stared at her, arms crossed, not helping at all.
"What was up with that scary goth kid...he goes to McKinley huh?"
Wendy looked up.
"Who Ian?"
"McKinley right? He's that rich weird kid huh?"
Wendy made a face rolling her eyes at her sister.
"He isn't weird..."
Julie shook her head.
"Whatever..."
Just then their mom slowly came driving up, honking and smiling. While she sat in the passenger seat. Unable to stop smiling, she stared out the window and kept thinking of those twenty or so minutes with Ian back in the store. She couldn't believe how nice he had been. How helpful, how he kept insisting on carrying things for her, how he knew exactly where everything was, and what he was doing. At first glance, Ian didn't appear to be the kind of guy who would know how to cut wood, be able to measure something up, know which tool to use, or even how to operate the machine to shake up the paint. It seemed crazy, but watching him really put him in a different light. Looking down at her cell, she smiled before her mother reached over and playfully yanked on her ear.
"What's the big smile on your face for?"
Wendy blinked, breaking out of her own thoughts before she smiled at her mom.
"Oh nothing..."
"She's just smiling because she was flirting with that weird goth kid McKinley..."
Wendy turned around, instantly shooting Julie a dirty look.
"Shut up!"
Julie stuck her tongue out at her before Wendy, annoyed turned back before her mother smiled.
"Ian right? I saw him maybe a month ago when I was buying flowers for the front porch, he was really helpful."
Wendy felt her cheeks burning with slight embarrassment. Instead her mother smiled, staring ahead.
"You two used to be so adorable when you were little. I remember the fit you threw one morning for kindergarten when you found out he had to stay home because he had a cold. So adorable."
Wendy caught Julie rolling her eyes in the back seat before Wendy smiled at her mother.
"He might come over next week and help me paint while daddy is away, that okay?"
"Of course. Would be nice to see him. God all of you are growing up so fast..."
Julie interrupted asking if they could go to Starbucks. Meanwhile Wendy turned her attention back to the window and everything passing by. Smiling, she couldn't believe it but she might be getting a crush on Ian McKinley.
That Monday night...
"Like this?"
Wendy asked wearing a ratty old pair of jeans and faded T-shirt she wore only when she was helping her mother garden out back. In the last few days Wendy had been enjoying summer vacation. The day they had ran their errands, ended with them grabbing some Starbucks before helping their mother bring in the bags from the market. While unloading Wendy was pleasantly surprised when her phone went off. Smiling, she saw it was Ian.
Great seeing you today. Monday at 7.
Smiling Wendy stood at the counter as her mother and Julie unloaded the bundles and smiled. That same wonderful fluttering feeling overcame her stomach again. Thinking, she held onto her phone and began to text again.
Same here! C U then! :)
Smiling, she put her phone down and began unloading the bags she placed on the kitchen counter.
The following day Carrie called asking if she wanted to go get her nails done? That afternoon Carrie picked her up, and less than an hour later both sat side by side as their toenails were drying. Smiling, Wendy had just finished telling Carrie all about running into Ian at Built-It and how she had invited him over to help her paint that Monday. Instantly Carrie smiled, raising an eyebrow.
"Really? Ian...Ian McKinley?"
"Yeah, I know he seems strange and I really haven't honestly talked to him since we were kids but...I don't know, just something about how he looked yesterday. He was super nice, and.."
"Cute?"
Carrie asked smiling. Wendy laughed rolling her eyes.
"Yes and cute."
"I didn't think he was your type."
Wendy shrugged.
"I really don't have a type, besides he's just coming over to help me paint...I don't wanna make a big deal out of it."
Carrie smiled.
"Do you think you might like him?"
Wendy sat back.
"Oh I don't know..."
"Well I keep telling you it's about time you got a boyfriend. Even though I don't exactly see us double dating with Kevin."
Wendy laughed before Carrie shrugged.
"I wonder how his step-sister is gonna take it...I thought he was weird but she's worse. In March Kevin took me to that Jimmy Eat World show and we ran into them for like two seconds. She kept giving me dirty looks...like I did anything to her."
"Yeah...she sorta gives off that vibe."
"You gotta admit it is weird how close they are...I heard she's a cutter."
"Really?"
Carrie held one of her hands up, checking her drying nails.
"That's what I heard...and listen if it doesn't work out I'll talk to Kevin and he'll talk to that kid Jason. You did say he was cute right?"
Wendy smiled.
"Yeah..."
"Then it's settled, as God as my witness we will get you a boyfriend and pop that cherry of yours." Wendy gasped, laughing feeling both shocked, and appealed.
"Carrie!"
Carrie made a face at her before Wendy started giggling, whispering.
"Keep your voice down!"
"Come on, it really is time you get it over with."
Wendy rolled her eyes before looking a her.
"I know...it's just...I want it to happen with someone..."
"Special?"
"Yeah..."
Carrie rolled her eyes, pretending to gag before Wendy laughed smacking her leg.
"Shut up. I'm serious...I guess I'm just scared."
"Please it's nothing. I mean it's more like sharp period cramps...it hurts like hell, and usually the guy doesn't know what he's doing, but it gets better. Takes longer than it would if you were alone, but once he figures out how to use his thing...it's smooth sailing."
Wendy laughed, blushing as she covered her mouth. Instantly Carrie leaned in.
"Who knows, McKinley could really be packing...you know what they say about short guys..."
Wendy completely started cracking up, covering her face as Carrie laughed beside her. In the days that followed, Wendy hung out with Carrie, swam over at her house, and went to the mall a few times. When Monday rolled around she couldn't help but find herself feeling more than a little nervous when Ian texted her earlier that morning after she stepped out of the shower.
At first she thought with some disappointment it might be him texting to cancel. Instead he just was asking if they were still on? Smiling, Wendy spent the better part of the morning cleaning her room and using the plastic drapes her father had taken from the garage to cover her furniture and push everything to the middle of the room. Finally the door bell rang. Lucky for Wendy, her mother was out shopping, and her sister was over her friend Perry's house.
Checking herself in the mirror in the hallway, she smooth out her T-shirt, and checked her ponytail before hurting down the stairs. When she answered it Ian stood there wearing jeans and a short sleeve black T-shirt. Behind him across the street the Miller twins were laughing and running through the sprinkler they had set up on their lawn. It was a beautiful summer evening, and the sun wouldn't be setting for another hour. The sky was a beautiful pinkish orange color, and a nice breeze had just started, cooling things off a bit. Ian stood there, his slick black hair spiked up.
"Hey."
Wendy smiled standing in the doorway.
"Uh...hi."
"Thought I had the wrong house, almost tried next door. Where's the house number?"
"Oh sorry, my dad took them off last month since one of the numbers were cracked...totally forgot."
"Well, I know one hell of a hardware store where he can re-buy them."
Laughing, Wendy stood back.
"Come in."
Walking in, hands in his pocket he motioned with his head at the door.
"It okay if I parked on the street?"
Wendy glanced and saw his van parked along the sidewalk. Smiling she nodded.
"Yeah, that's fine." Ian looked around.
"Wow, place still sorta looks the same."
"You remember?"
"Yeah, I loved coming over here. I remember us playing some stupid like dragon game and how I would chase you up and down the stairs." Wendy laughed looking up the stairs.
"Wow, I remember that..."
Both stood together before Wendy could sense an awkward silence coming up as Ian looked around. Instantly Wendy cleared her throat.
"Um, I was thinking we could work for a little bit then order dinner, cool?"
"Cool."
Wendy began walking up the stairs with Ian behind her. Trying to sound casual, Wendy continued climbing the stairs.
"What's Erin up to tonight?"
"Um, I think she's at the mall or something."
"She got a car?"
"No, not yet but she borrowed her mom's."
Wendy was going to reply but decided to just keep her mouth shut. Instead both reached the second floor as Wendy pointed.
"This is me..."
She pushed open the door as Ian walked inside. With all the furniture pushed to the middle of the room, it seemed much bigger and gave a slight echo sound whenever somebody talked. Wendy motioned to the pile of stuff covered by plastic in the middle of the room.
"I covered everything, sorry I didn't move it all out."
Ian shook his head, arms crossed as he looked around.
"That shouldn't be a problem...you got the paint?"
"Yeah right there..."
"Sweet, okay...first we'll open the windows so we don't get high on fumes...second you got music?"
Wendy raised an eyebrow.
"Oh...um..."
"Mind if we hook my I-pod up? We'll do an hour of mine, an hour of yours?"
Wendy laughed.
"I don't think you would like my kind of music."
Laughing, Ian dug into his pocket, taking his I-pod out.
"You would be susprised, I like all kinds of music...just hope I don't scare you with mine."
Wendy laughed, making a face and wiggling her fingers.
"Ohhhh the McKinley playlist I'm shaking!"
Ian laughed walking over to Wendy's I-pod jack as he squatted down to hook it in. Watching him squat, Wendy couldn't help but look at his butt as he squatted. He was skinny, and didn't really have much meat on him, but right now he looked pretty good to her. Once the music started, some punk music she had never heard before, Ian turned, cuffing up his all ready short sleeves.
"All right, let's get going."
Later...
A few hours later, Wendy was beyond impressed. They had gotten to work right away. Ian slowly explaining what to do, how to pour the paint, and even hook up the roller brushes she had bought. He explained how to make texture, and how to use the painters tape. Wendy listened, and couldn't help smiling whenever he leaned in real close to her, focused and serious as he measured off how much tape to rip off, or how to carefully paint the trim with the smaller brushes. Both began, using the two separate colors, listening to his music as they got to work.
Side by side they painted, making small talk, mostly about the few classes they shared, the teachers, and about the music that was playing. Wendy was surprised by how much she actually liked his taste. Ian talked about different shows he's been to, and which concerts were the craziest. After an hour of painting they took a break and went downstairs to wash up for the time being. Wendy ordered the pizza, and poured Ian a glass of soda as he sat at the kitchen island. He remarked what a nice house she had in which Wendy made a face, taking a seat across from him.
"Compared to your house?"
Ian shrugged.
"Yeah but this is nice...like people actually live here. Mine is like a fucking museum. It's cold and you're afraid to touch anything."
Wendy smiled, but knew deep down inside this was true. As the two sat, drinking soda, they continued talking. Wendy asked about his job, and Ian asked her about if she thought her driving test had been hard? Wendy talked about how badly she needed car, and even asked Ian a few questions about his van and the process of buying it. When the pizzas came, both continued sitting in the kitchen eating, and finally starting to relax. Ian had a witty sense of humor, and somehow kept making her laugh. When her mother came home, she walked in smiling just as Wendy was tossing out their paper plates. Wendy's mother looked pleasantly surprised when Ian slid off his chair and offered his hand to her.
"Nice to see you again Mrs. Christensen."
She of course talked with him for a bit, asking how his father was? They talked, Ian being polite, smiling before finally she eyed Wendy and said she had some phone calls to make down here and told them to enjoy themselves and thanked Ian again for helping Wendy. Once they went back upstairs, it was Wendy's turn to use her I-pod. The moment the music started, Ian made a face.
"The Ramones?"
Wendy smiled, re-doing his ponytail.
"Yeah, you like them?"
"Yeah...didn't know you were so old school."
Laughing, Wendy picked up another brush. Within the hour, both were talking, laughing, and singing along with the music. Finally Wendy was working on the last wall as Ian was working on trim work. Wendy was pushing the roller up and down when suddenly she heard...
"Like this..."
Ian stood behind her, before his arms slipped around her waist causing her to freeze as his hands gently grasped her, tightly holding onto the roller. She felt him directly behind her, just barely brushing up against him. Standing there, Wendy didn't know what to say or do. Instead she stood there as she watched his hands, hold onto hers, guiding the roller up and down against the wall.
"Nice and slow, just like that..."
Wendy smiled, feeling him behind her, his warm breath against her neck. She looked at his metal bracelet, and his black painted nails. Smiling she stood there, as he continued guiding the roller. Finally he nervously laughed and let go, standing back.
"Like that...good."
Wendy smiled, staring forward, listening to him walk to the other side of the room to finish the trim.
Later...
The room looked amazing. Wendy and Ian stood together, admiring the work before Wendy laughed.
"It looks amazing!"
"Yeah, pretty good. I would give it the night to really dry all the way before moving anything back but you should be all set."
"It's amazing, thank you so much..."
Wendy said turning back to him. Instantly he locked eyes with her. Wendy froze before Ian stepped closer, his face direct and serious before one of his hands reached forward. Wendy at first was ready to flinch, but stood still before Ian's thumb touched the side of her cheek. Slowly his thumb rubbed her skin, as he continued staring at her. Wendy gazed up at him, him being just less than a half an inch taller than her. Right away her nervously smiled.
"Paint...you had some on you..."
Wendy continued looking before Ian smirked. Without so much as another word he reached forward, tilting his head, and closing his eyes. Wendy didn't exactly know how to react so instead she closed her own eyes, and waited before she felt his lips against hers. Right away his lips slowly moved against hers, opening slightly, his mouth tasting sweet. Opening her eyes, she stared at him and smiled. Ian's forehead was pressed against hers, before Wendy stood on her tip toes and kissed him again, this time one of her arms going around him, pulling him close.
Once the kiss broke, both stood there before both began to nervously laugh.
Present.
"Can I look at it?"
Wendy asked, knowing in the next fifteen minutes they would have to get dressed and he would have to take her home. Ian had been laying beside her, arms wrapped around her as she laid with her head against his chest when she said that. Just drifting off, he raised an eyebrow.
"Hum?" Wendy lifted her head smiling.
"Can I see?"
Ian at first didn't seem to follow before he smirked and looked down at himself.
"Yeah?'
"Yeah...can I?"
"You've seen it before...hell it was inside of you."
"Yeah I know but I wasn't exactly looking."
"What about outside the pool last week?"
"I didn't get a good enough look."
Ian snorted.
"You are too much Wendy Christensen..."
"Can I see it or not?"
Ian smiled before lifting the top of the open sleeping bag, and pulling down the waistband of his boxers.
"Here, it isn't exactly awake right now but...this is it. It looked better back at the pool..."
Wendy laughed before looking down. There Ian held his penis, which was surrounded by his pubic hair. Instantly she smiled, staring at it.
"Can I touch it?"
"Sure..."
Wendy reached forward carefully before her fingertips grazed the head of it. She had seen photos before of guys naked, and had even seen Ian naked for the first time last week, but right now this was the first time she had actually seen one up close. Smiling, she cocked her head as she grazed it again. Ian stiffened, shifting his weight looking as if he was a little uncomfortable.
"Does it hurt if I touch it?"
"No, it feels real good..."
Wendy looked at it before she laughed. Ian smiled looking up at her.
"That funny looking huh?"
"No, it's just...how do you walk?"
Ian started laughing.
"It's a struggle since it's so big."
Wendy laughed, playfully nibbling on his bare shoulder before her hand went down and petted it again, all ready she could see it hardening beneath her palm. Ian let out a low moan before he rubbed her back.
"If we keep this up we'll be gone all night, come on let's get you home..."
Wendy raised her head, kissing him before sitting up searching for her clothes. As she pulled on her shirt, she honestly couldn't believe how happy she was. Ian changed behind her, as Wendy glanced over her shoulder at him. Ian's back was turned as he was pulling on his T-shirt. Smiling, she began to tie her hair up in a ponytail, knowing she would never forget this night for the rest of her life.
Later...
Wendy was happy to see her parents were actually still out. Her father was having a dinner with some business partners, and had taken her mother into the city. She suspected by how dark the house looked Julie had snuck out. Rolling her eyes, she honestly didn't care. All that mattered was standing here underneath the porch light, and how badly she wished they could have stayed in that van forever. Looking at Ian, she bit down on her bottom lip looking eager.
"I wanna spend the night with you again. I know we can do it better right?"
Ian smiled, a little color raising in his own pale face.
"Yeah of course...you're still sure I didn't hurt you right?"
"Of course not...I just know we can really make it amazing."
Both leaned forward, gently kissing. Wendy closed her eyes, wanting so badly to unhook his belt and reach down his pants. Instead she took deep breaths smiling, before she pressed her forehead against his.
"Call me tomorrow?"
Ian laughed.
"You mean today?"
"Yeah..."
Ian kissed her again
. "I love you."
"I love you too..."
They kissed once more before Wendy dug into her pocket and took her keys out. Smiling at him, she slipped inside, before closing the door. Leaning against it, she couldn't help but smile from ear to ear. Tonight hadn't just been good, it had been amazing. After she heard the sound of Ian's van pull away, she hurried upstairs, and started a hot shower. She was sore, and knew she needed to clean herself up. Once she steeped inside the shower, feeling the warm water soak her hair back. Closing her eyes, she stood there knowing the sort of love she felt for Ian was not only rare, but dangerous.
Meanwhile...
Ian drove in silence, a smile of his own spread across his face. Unaware to him, his van passed a billboard for the local amusement park, Playland which always hosted senior night at McKinley High. Next year would be their turn to be seniors, and Ian knew as stupid as its seemed to think, but next year if nothing happened and Wendy and him were still together...he was going to propose. This was the girl he intended to spend the rest of his life with.
Little did he know, he was completely right.