Hello everyone, I'm hoping you are enjoying the story so far. I'm having a fun time writing it. They're may be a few errors, but I usually check back a day or so later when my eyes are fresh and edit/correct the story. Please let me know if you are enjoying this. I appreciate the readers. It helps me become a better writer. :D
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There was a moment of disorientation when Maggie woke up the next morning with something heavy and hot laying across her. She opened her eyes slowly, praising God for hotel blackout curtains, looked down at the arm over her chest and looked to her side.
She was face to face with Taylor, his sweet breath caressing her face. For a second she wished she was dreaming and she could kiss him. She felt like a fool. Like a fourth grader with her first crush - it just so happened that this crush had lasted for the better part of fifteen years. She sighed lightly and rolled onto her side, trying to put more distance between her and her fantasy.
He groaned when she tried to move and held tighter. She didn't feel like putting up a fight so instead of cursing her situation, she relished in the feeling of his arms wrapped around her. He was so comfortable and reminded Maggie of feeling safe and happy, plus he was just so warm. She scooted closer to him, snuggling up against his hard body and curling herself to fit against him better. She put her arms over his and felt his hand move to intertwine his fingers with hers.
While she wriggled to get closer she heard the groan shift into more of a moaning sound and he pulled her closer, put his lips to her hair. That's when she felt something start poking her in the ass.
She couldn't help the way her body responded. She was pretty sure her heart was beating so loud it was audible and her nipples got harder and more sensitive as the bulge pressed into her ass.
"Mmmm," He rumbled in her ear.
Maggie was almost sure that she didn't have a complete orgasm from the sound. But it was close.
"Maggie?" He said, his voice soft and smooth, she could tell he was aroused. He'd sounded like this, speaking to her only once before.
"Mhmm?" She said as smoothly as possible, trying desperately to keep her voice from shaking.
He let go of her fingers for a moment and used his free hand to sweep her blonde tresses away from her neck and shoulders. She felt his lips graze her skin and she took in a fast, deep breath. A rumbling sound came from his chest as the small kisses got a little wetter. For a moment she thought she felt his tongue just barely grace her sensitive skin.
"Taylor?" She said breathlessly.
"Maggs?" She could feel his smile on her shoulder.
She couldn't think of anything to say. The most prominent thought in her mind was Oh God!, but she figured saying that out loud would not help the situation. "A-are you hungry?"
"Absolutely." His voice was thick and his lips were still on her shoulder.
"Umm, Taylor?" She said quietly.
"Yes Maggie?" He rumbled, his hands sneaking up beneath her tank top and splaying across her stomach.
She couldn't believe she was about to say this, "What are you doing?"
She heard him sigh, "I have my arms wrapped around a half naked absolutely beautiful woman that I love. What do you think I'm doing?"
She sighed as well. She bit her lip to keep her emotions in check, "I know you love me Taylor but...I cant go through this again." She felt incredibly defeated.
"Maggs, I -,"
There was a knock at the door and Maggie bolted out of the bed before she could let her hormones take control. She opened the door to a smiling Marbles.
"Mornin' gorgeous." Marbles smiled. Taylor growled from the bed. "Oh so that's where he is! We were gonna ask you about him." He pushed his way into the room and Maggie flipped on the lights.
She followed Marbles in and he sat on the couch. She slid a glace at Taylor. He was laying in bed, face up, with his hands behind his head. She sighed and sat down on the edge of the bed, smiling at Marbles and trying not to think about whatever Taylor might be thinking.
"We're gonna go to breakfast." Marbles smiled.
"Breakfast?" Maggie asked, "I thought you all wanted me to make breakfast?"
Marbles smiled, "Well we weren't sure when you'd be getting up and we didn't want to wake you after the full night we all just had." His eyes glanced at Taylor for a second.
Maggie stood up and grabbed another tank top to slip over her almost see-through one. "I'm up. I'll make it. No need to go spend extra money." She smiled weakly and then walked out into the kitchen to start preparing food.
"Fancy seeing you here." Marbles said keeping his voice low and glaring at Taylor.
Taylor didn't return the look, "Fancy that."
"She doesn't deserve this." Marbles growled.
"Deserve what?" Taylor said, his tone steely. He was losing patience.
"To be fucked around on, that's what!" He spat and jumped off the couch.
"Its not like we're married." Taylor growled, "We aren't even in a fucking relationship, she's my friend."
"Yeah, well some fuckin' friend you are." Marbles growled. He instantly regretted saying it out loud, but he wasn't going to back down on this, even if Taylor decided to beat the shit out of him.
Taylor catapulted out of bed and stood face to face with Marbles. Their noses were only inches from one another, despite the height difference. "Say that again."
"Some. Fucking. Friend. You. Are." Marbles growled. "I mean Jesus Taylor she doesn't deserve this! She cares about you and you just like to fuck with her emotions!" Marbles took a step forward and was close enough to feel Taylor's rushed breaths on his face. "You know what? Its not even worth it." He spat. He started walking towards the door and then turned sharply, "You don't deserve her, you know."
Taylor felt the heat rise in his chest and he wanted to charge on Marbles. "Oh and you do?" His fists were flexed and his muscles tensed, but the look on Marble's face made his mouth go dry.
"You're my friend Taylor and I love you, man. But she's my best friend. I wont lose her because you think with your dick too much. Sort your shit out or else you'll lose her forever." He said and shut the door with a loud thud.
Taylor stood there a little shell-shocked. Marbles had never gotten in his face like that ever before. Taylor growled slightly and punched the wall. He practically stomped into the bathroom to take a shower.
Maggie watched as Johnny came out of her room. For a second he looked extremely displeased and then composed himself. He smiled brightly at Maggie who was behind the counter in the kitchen prepping for breakfast.
"So where's everyone else?" Maggie asked multitasking and pulling three huge pans out at once.
"Everyone is still asleep." Marbles said pulling up a stool to the bar.
"So when you said we're going for breakfast you meant?"
He smiled, "Me and you."
Maggie just laughed, "Oh how I love you Johnny." She started clanking around again, pulling out a carton of eggs, a packet of bacon, some hash browns and numerous random condiments. She started first on Marbles's favorite: Chorizo breakfast burrito. "So how was the brunette?"
"Jamie." Marbles smiled. "She was really nice. She had to get out early this morning, but she gave me her number. Great in the sack."
Maggie giggled slightly. It was still funny to hear the men talk about sexual conquests to her. Most of the time they remained her awkward gangly boy friends that she grew up with. How they all turned into savvy, attractive, and even sexy men was beyond her. "I'm glad. She was really cute."
"How was your night?" He smiled, wiggling his eyebrows.
Maggie rolled her eyes, "It was good. The bartender was...fun." She chuckled.
"He see that yet?" Marbles asked, pointing to the huge hickey on her neck.
Maggie's hand shot straight to the little bruise. Her fingers played over the spot where it was in her mind and she frowned. "No, and I completely forgot. I was planning on putting some concealer over it." She looked towards her room and heard the shower going. "Not much use now." She shrugged.
"I think its good." Marbles said, standing to start some coffee brewing.
"The hickey? Yeah it's a pretty good one, considering the last one I had was in my freshman year in high school." She laughed.
"That's not what I meant." He said.
She sighed, "I know." She looked over at Marbles who was staring at her skeptically. "So is everyone in on this pitiful drama or just you?"
"It's not pitiful." He said. Then smiled, his eyes glancing at her room, "And not everyone."
She chuckled bitterly, "I guess that's a relief." Her hands were moving a mile a minute over the skillet. She was adding spices, mixing up ingredients in a few different pans, trying not to look up at Chris again. "I wish I didn't, you know. It'd be easier it I didn't."
"Didn't what? Care about him?" Marbles scoffed. "I mean Jesus Maggie you've known him since you were born. And he loves you," She scoffed at that, "No, he does. He's just fuckin' stupid. You're my best friend and I wish you could put your love and trust into someone that counts. I'm not saying Taylor isn't a good guy, but I know that at least right not, he's not."
"Yeah and my biological clock is ticking." She smiled.
"I could help you out if you wanted a few babies." Matty said, opening the door and walking out with the beautiful woman with him. He was wearing a pair of pajama bottoms and nothing else. He looked tired but satisfied and his hair was a mess, but Matty could make just about anything sexy. The girl was wearing a pair of cut off jeans a few sizes too big that hung low on even her curvy hips. She had on Matty's wife beater and tied it at the side, exposing a few inches of her caramel skin. She wasn't wearing a bra underneath the shirt and Marbles couldn't help but stare.
"Oh Matty, so tactless." Maggie smiled. They sat down at the bar where Marbles had been sitting and he poured them cups of coffee. "I'm Maggie." She nodded to the girl, gesturing to the pans as if it hinted to why she couldn't shake her hand.
"Rheyna." She smiled and extended a hand to Marbles as well.
"Johnny, but everyone calls me Marbles." He smiled.
"Easy." Matty said, glaring at Marbles with a hand over his eyes. "My head is pounding. What did we drink last night?"
"Everything that got in our grubby little mitts." Rheyna smiled at Matty, patting him on the back.
"How come you girls don't feel like shit then?" Matty grumbled.
Rheyna looked at Maggie and they both smiled at each other. "I'd say we metabolize things rather quickly." Maggie said.
"Where's Scarpa?" Matty asked.
"Probably still asleep." Said Marbles.
"Those girls still here?" Rheyna asked. "No offense to your friend, but they were dumb as bricks."
Matty just laughed, "Yeah that's how Chris likes'em."
"No the mail-order geniuses went home early this morning. I saw them stumble out when Jamie left." Marbles said sipping his coffee.
"Taylor?" Matty asked.
"Shower." Maggie responded, handing out Marbles's burrito and then a heaping plate full of eggs, bacon, and hash browns for Matty. Rheyna wasn't shy and dug right in to Matty's food. Maggie was surprised to see that she liked the woman already. She seemed at ease in the situation and wasn't trying to push too far into the group of such obviously close-knit friends. Out of most of the other girls Matty had been with, she'd been the one Maggie didn't want to break in half within the first forty five seconds.
"Hungry?" Matty asked sarcastically.
Rheyna just smiled, the fork halfway to her mouth, "How do you suppose I try to keep my energy up?"
Matty smiled back and helped her clean the plate.
A few moments later, Scarpa came out of his room, dressed in nice slacks and a button down shirt. He looked like he was going to a wedding.
"Jesus Scarpa, you sleep in those things?" Maggie asked. "I feel like a bum."
Chris just smiled and grabbed a cup of coffee, "Gotta make an impression."
Maggie handed him a plate of food. "How was your night?"
Chris just smiled coyly and sipped his coffee. "It was interesting."
"Sounded interesting." Matty chimed.
"Yeah, me and Jamie even took a break just to listen in on you guys. Then it just turned us on more and we went to it." He laughed and everyone joined in.
"I miss the party?" Taylor said, coming out of the bathroom in just jeans and nothing else.
Maggie looked up and smiled at him, trying to hide her insecurities and especially her desire. She glanced at Rheyna when Maggie was reaching for a plate and caught the momentary slack jawed look of awe on her face before she hid it. Maggie chuckled softly at that and piled some food onto a plate and handed it to Taylor.
He sat down and took the plate and some coffee, "Thanks Maggs."
"No problem babe." She smiled and then started on the clean up process.
"Maggs you don't have to do that." Marbles protested.
"Oh yeah and who will? You?" She laughed.
"Absolutely not. Taylor will. He was last out." Marbles smiled. Taylor glared at him for a few moments and then resumed shoveling in the food.
"I second that notion." Matty said.
"As do I." Chris smiled.
"Me too." Rheyna said.
Taylor shot her a look that would have killed most other people, but she just smiled back slyly, "Why does she get a say in this?"
"Shut up." Matty grumbled, "Majority rules."
"Fuck." He grumbled.
Maggie just laughed and scraped the left over food onto a plate for herself and sucked it down rather quickly.
A few moments later, Rheyna stood from her seat, "Thanks Maggie. The breakfast was fantastic. I have to get going." She looked at Matty.
He took a last sip of his coffee and stood. "Ok." He said simply and walked her back into the room, no doubt for one last hoorah before they parted ways.
Chris and Marbles stacked their cleaned plates on the counter and took their coffee to the couch across the room and put on the TV.
Maggie grabbed the plates and piled them in the sink, scraping off any left over residue into the trashcan. She grabbed the pans and filled them with steaming soapy water and let them sit to the side while she finished the other dishes. She was reaching for the first plate when a huge hand grabbed her wrist.
"I said I'd clean." Taylor grumbled.
Maggie looked up at him, "Was that before or after all the bitching and whining?"
Taylor just half smiled at her and bent down to kiss her cheek. "I got it." He whispered into her ear. He smacked her on the ass and pushed her out of the way.
Maggie turned sharply and smacked his shoulder as hard as she could. He recoiled slightly at the impact.
"What was that for?" Taylor griped.
Maggie just smiled, "Knee-jerk reaction."
He was smiling, his eyes wandering over her skin. She saw his eyes stop for a moment and then the smile was gone, an angry scowl in it's place. "What's that?" He pointed at her shoulder.
Maggie tried to feign innocence, "What's what?"
He grabbed her shoulder and pulled her over to the mirror, a little more roughly than what Matty had done the night before, "THAT." He growled, his finger pointing at the small dark spot.
Maggie went to touch it with her finger. She noticed the silence from Chris and Marbles and tried to regain composure. "Battle wound" She shrugged. She turned around and tried to push past him but he held his ground.
"What sort of battle leaves hickies?" He said, his voice so low and deep it was bone chilling.
"The fuckfest I had last night." She spat, glaring up at him, daring him to make an issue out of it.
"Who with?" He growled.
Maggie put her hands on her hips and glowered up at him, "Tell me why that's any of your fucking business."
He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her so close that she could feel his breath on her lips, "You're my business."
She pushed his hands off and shoved him back, "I'm a grown fucking woman Taylor and you aren't my father. You sure as hell aren't my fucking boyfriend so piss off!"
"Maggie -," He growled.
"Save it." She said putting up a hand. She turned away from him, grabbed some cigarettes from the table and stalked into her room, shutting the door with a slam and locking it. She went into the bathroom, shut and locked that door, and wandered over to the bathtub. She climbed into the dry tub and sat on the ledge, opening the window just above it. She lit up her cigarette and took a long inhale. She stared out of the window at the clear blue sky and let the crisp air waft in around her.
She hated the way she loved him. How he pushed all of her buttons and could piss her off or turn her on in an instant. She hated how she trusted him with everything and wished that he would just grow the fuck up. She loved him and wanted to take care of him.
She wished he wasn't so oblivious.
A single tear escaped from her eye and she swiped it away roughly with the back of her hand. She felt like she'd never escape from this constant drama. She did a mental head smack for agreeing to move home. It was so much easier to forget the feelings and the pain when he wasn't so close. Every time she saw him, it was like the wound was ripped wide open once more. She thought about the wound, festering and pulsing, wishing it would just go the fuck away. Her mind wandered back to how everything went to shit.
A few years ago, when Maggie was still in school in California, the boys flew down to visit her for a week during spring break. She was on an academic scholarship and since her father didn't have to pay for tuition, he demanded that he pay for her lodging, so that Maggie could do internships and gain experience in her field. She lived in a nice little rented mobile home. The backyard turned into the shore in Ocean Beach a smallish and lively college town where everyone was laid back and just wanted to have fun.
The boys came down for spring break and they had parties just about every night. Maggie invited her friends from school plus any new friends from the frequent excursions out in OB the first few nights with the boys. Needless to say there was a lot of drinking and scantily clad bodies at this particular place. It was probably one of the best weeks of Maggie's entire life. She spent an entire week on the beach with a cooler of beer with her best friends, talking about nothing of importance and just enjoying the relaxation. It truly was the best.
On their last night there Maggie and the boys threw a huge party. They decided that this party should be pirate themed, because they had plenty of rum to spare and so if you weren't dressed up, you didn't get in.
Maggie had helped the boys with their ensembles, which included many frantic trips to the nearby thrift shops in order to find clothes that fit everyone and still looked Piratey enough. But at the start of the night, everyone was done up magically and looked great.
Once people started pouring into the small house, they started swallowing the alcohol by the liters. Surprisingly, they needed to make a booze run and so they elected Maggie and Taylor to walk down to the nearby liquor store and grab a few more bottles of whatever they could carry back.
Maggie remembered this part the best.
Her and Taylor were dressed like pirates. She had on a pair of tan linen shorts, cut jaggedly at a mere two inches below her ass and a humungous white hippie looking shirt that had a ridiculously low cut neck with her favorite black and white thick striped bikini underneath. Her unruly curls fell to her waist with a black skull and crossbones bandana on her head and an eye patch that switched eyes every few minutes. Taylor was wearing a similar looking pair of pants that hung low in his hips and went down to his ankles where they were cut in a jagged pattern. He wore nothing but two low slung belts a knee length leathery jacket and a hoop on his left ear. The jacket showed off his impressive chest and the amazing muscular V that led down to areas Maggie didn't know about.
"I have to say, you look great as a pirate." Maggie laughed.
Taylor pulled her close and slung an arm around her shoulder, "Aye wench, but I still can't believe I let you put me in eye liner."
She shrugged, "Matty, Marbles, and Scarpa let me do it. I know you didn't want to be left out. Plus, they all agreed to do it so that we could get you to put on make up."
Taylor grabbed Maggie and pinned her up against the nearest wall tickling her. They laughed and struggled against each other wrestling up against the wall.
It finally ended with Taylor pinning Maggie flat up against the wall. They're entire bodies were pressed up against each other, both of his hands holding hers above her head. The laughs were steadily dissolving into quicker, deeper breaths. Maggie stared up at him, with her one gleaming eye. She smiled up at him. His eyes were dark and liquid sensuality. She felt the heat from his stare dissipate to her limbs. Her skin was suddenly extremely sensitive where his was touching hers. She licked her lips.
Taylor took in a deep breath, "Maggs..." His voice was thick.
"Taylor?" She said huskily.
Before her breath came out on the last sound of his name he pressed his lips to hers. In a second, Maggie was frozen in disbelief but then her body erupted in different sensations. She put all of herself into the kiss and Taylor responded by opening his lips and gently forcing his tongue into her mouth. When their tongues touched, he let out a deep growl that made Maggie shake with ecstasy.
He let go of her arms and wrapped his around her small waist, pulling her as close as possible. She ripped off her eye patch and threw it off into the street, her free arms were around his neck in an instant and she pressed her entire body into his.
After a few minutes of ardent kissing, he pulled back and leaned his forehead against hers, "Jesus Maggs, you have no idea how long I've wanted to do that."
She smiled, her heart beating wildly in her chest, "Me too."
"Where's the liquor store?" Taylor asked, kissing her again, softer this time.
Between kisses she responded, "Just...around.... the...corner."
He let himself taste her for a few seconds longer and pulled back, "Lets get their booze so they won't bitch. Then when we get back, we're gonna grab a blanket and go down to the beach." He kissed her again, putting forth more passion, "I want to make love to you."
Maggie's heart stopped beating for a moment. She looked up into Taylor's eyes and saw that he was being honest. She took a deep breath and responded quietly, "Ok."
He smiled back at her and kissed her sweetly, "Ok." He grabbed her hand and ran to the liquor store.
They grabbed a few bags of assorted rums and made their way back to her little house, stopping and kissing a few more times on the way. Despite their age it felt like it was their first relationship and they just discovered the wonders of sexual experiences. They deposited the booze and hung around aimlessly for a few more moments until people became involved with each other and the alcohol. Then Taylor grabbed a bottle of champagne that Maggie had sitting in her fridge and he winked at her. Maggie went to her room and grabbed two sleeping bags from her closet. She snuck out the back door and wandered down onto the shore. She looked around and couldn't see Taylor anywhere so she turned right and wandered down the beach for a little bit.
When the rocks obscured the lights from the party and the music was a little dulled, she found Taylor sitting on the rocks, smoking a cigarette. His jacket and belts were already off and lying on the rocks next to him. He stood up when he saw her and grabbed the sleeping bags. He unraveled them and zipped the two together to make one extra large bag and laid in on the sand. He uncorked the bottle of champagne and took a swig, handing it over to Maggie and lighting up a cigarette for her.
"Not too cold are you?" He smiled as she drank.
She handed him the bottle back and took the cigarette in his outstretched hand, "No, I'm fine actually. Its still pretty warm."
He smiled, "Anyone in these other houses?"
She shook her head, "No, these are used for vacation homes. People are only here a few weeks out of the year."
He reached out his hand and cupped her face, "Good."
She blushed frantically. A desire she'd had since she first started feeling sexual urges was about to be realized. Her heart was beating so fast she was scared she'd explode. Of course, she was no blushing virgin. She'd been with a few guys in high school and one since she moved to California - but she was by no means an expert.
Taylor offered the bottle to Maggie and she took a small sip. He tilted it towards her, asking her the silent question of if she wanted to finish it. She shook her head and so he finished off the champagne in a long gulp. Maggie took a long pull off of her cigarette and then flicked it into the rocks. Taylor did the same and then turned and stared at her.
"I love you Maggie." He smiled and took her into his arms.
"I love you too Taylor." She said softly before his lips descended on hers.
She was surprised by the intensity of Taylor's movements. From the stories she'd heard from the rest of the guys, Taylor was very much a wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am type of lover. This was not how he was with her. He picked her up, still kissing and carried her over to the sleeping bags. He laid her inside the sleeping bag and slowly started to undress her. Maggie's breathing was growing deeper as his hands explored her skin. She was letting her fingers play along his body, letting them touch and test and memorize every single part of him.
Once he had her naked, he took a few seconds to slip out of his pants and toss them outside of the sleeping bag. He rolled on top of her and kissed her heatedly. His breath and tongue were hot inside her mouth and he tasted delicious like spiced rum and faintly of cigarettes. His lips strayed from her mouth and kissed down her neck and shoulders while one of his hands played down her abdomen and over her sides and thighs. He lifted off of her for a moment and unzipped one side of the sleeping bag. He sat back on his knees and looked down at Maggie, smiling.
She looked up at him in all of his glory and tried to remember how to breathe.
"You are so beautiful." He said softly, his hands caressing her stomach and breasts, playing lightly with her sensitive nipples.
"I - I - I'm speechless." Maggie said softly.
"I'm sure I can remedy that." He smiled and dipped his head down, catching a nipple in his mouth while his other hand snaked down her stomach. He put a finger to her clit and Maggie jerked under his touch. "Don't worry honey. Everything's perfect." He said around her nipple.
Maggie knew everything was fine. It was so fine that she was biting her lip to keep from screaming out his name. His tongue was wet and hard, yet delicate and very agile along her sensitive flesh. His fingers were moving slowly inside of her, pressing against her most sensitive flesh and sending shock waves through her entire body.
He crawled up her body once more, leaving kisses all along the way, and found her mouth. He attacked her lips with a fierceness that she hadn't seen him have before, but rather than scare her, it excited her and she felt her body instantly respond and want more.
She felt him position himself between her thighs and she felt his penis press into her. It was very large and extremely hard and she found herself desperately wanting it inside of her - damn the proportions to hell, it was gonna fit.
"I want to taste you." He said softly, smiling into her mouth.
She smiled back and winked, "You won't hear me complaining."
"I wouldn't mind hearing something." He whispered into her ear, kissing the lobe and then trailing kisses down her body.
"I'm scared I'll wake the neighborhood." She smiled.
His kisses got closer and closer to her stomach, but he kept creeping back up to kiss her breasts, "You said no one was around."
She just smiled, "I didn't necessarily mean this neighborhood." He laughed and she felt his breath on her skin, "Plus what about the party."
"Honey if people aren't already doing this, then they are probably passed the fuck out." His mouth was on her hips, biting and licking at the bone beneath her skin. "I think a little audible responses would be appropriate." He smiled, finishing the sentence with a flick of his tongue on her clit.
She let out a moan without really knowing it. She heard him chuckle and his mouth ascended on her most sensitive flesh. His tongue was tasting all of her and probing areas that made her want to scream out his name. She managed to keep most of it under control, but for his own amusement, he deliberately licked and nibbled on the places that made her shudder. She would moan and say his name quietly and a sign of reinforcement and he'd continue.
Her hands flew to the back of his head and she scraped her nails along the smooth skin, her hips were involuntarily rolling towards his mouth and she was trying to stay quiet. She wanted to tell him to stop so that they could come together, but she was afraid to let any sound past her lips.
She pressed her nails a little harder into his skin and he understood and he felt her tighten around his tongue. He pulled back and wiped away the wetness left from her skin and grabbed his pants, pulling a condom out of the pocket and slipping it on. He then laid back on top of her, pulling the sleeping bag over their bodies.
"You taste wonderful." He smiled into her lips, kissing her with ferociousness and letting her taste herself on his lips and tongue. "You ready for me?"
"Ready as I'll ever be." She smiled.
He positioned himself at her entrance and looked down at her. He smiled lightly and kissed her gently on the lips, very chaste, very sweet. "I love you."
She smiled, "I love you too."
And he pushed inside her.
Maggie felt her insides stretch to an almost unbearable limit. Taylor stayed still until she grew accustomed to him. He let her make the first move, which surprisingly for him, was incredibly arousing. He was on top of her, but he kept off most of his weight, allowing her to move freely against him.
She started by rolling her hips against his and even the slightest movement of her tightness around him was incredibly satisfying. He looked down at her, watching her body move against his. He enjoyed seeing the sensations take over her body while reactions played across her features. He was smiling, loving the show when she opened her eyes, filled with desire and smiled at him.
"Am I gonna do all the work?" She said playfully.
"No ma'am." He smiled and began slowly thrusting into her.
"Jesus." She said softly. "Jesus. Shit. Fuck."
He kissed her passionately, "What a mouth on you."
"Oh," She chuckled, "You have no idea."
He chucked too. "Quiet now," he smiled, kissing her lips and lowering his to her ear, "I want you to concentrate on this feeling."
"And what's this feeling?" She said softly into his ear, licking the lobe.
"Perfection sweetie. You don't find this everyday." He said softly and they lost themselves in the movements.
His body was strong and fierce and Maggie gladly took everything he had to give her. He was passionate and gentle with her, speeding up and going harder only when she begged him for it - which she eventually did. It was amazing how he seemed to use his entire body while making love to her, he used one arm to steady himself while the other moved all around her, touching and teasing her flesh. His other hand snaked into her long hair pulling lightly at the roots in order to give his mouth better access to hers. Her arms were around him, scraping her nails down his back, or her fingers were tracing lazy circles on his face and neck.
It ended almost frantically. The speed and intensity of the session picked up for the last few minutes while they ground into each other reaching oblivion. Taylor pushed as hard as he could and Maggie opened herself as wide as possible to let him go further. When they came, neither of them had enough and they definitely wanted more.
They laid there for a few moments and composed themselves, regulating their breathing and heart rates.
Taylor began kissing her again but Maggie pushed him away. He was almost destroyed by her rejection but she quickly dissuaded any feelings of fear in him when she smiled at him.
"Lets pick it up here and take it back to my bedroom."
"Lets go." He smiled and kissed her sweetly.
Maggie was brought back to life when she heard her cell phone buzz in the bedroom. She unlocked the door and peaked out. The door to the bedroom was still locked so she ran out and grabbed the phone quickly and retreated to her previous spot.
She looked at the screen and saw that there were two new messages. She clicked them open and one was from Marbles saying, you ok? Need to talk, you know where to call. She smiled at that and went to the next one. It was from Taylor. She instantly frowned. She opened the message, exhaling a large quantity of air before opening her eyes and reading it.
Sorry about this morning...And everything. Love you. Call me when you don't hate me for being a huge dick.
She smiled slightly and then felt her resolve crumble. She was smoking a cigarette and trying to sob hysterically at the same time, but it wasn't working out. She decided she needed the cigarette more so than the sobs and tried to normalize her breathing.
She finished her cigarette and started up the bathtub, filling it with the hottest water she could possibly stand before her skin melted. She sank down into the tub and let the tears flow freely.
She thought about that single wonderful night they spent together, literally making love the entire night. She was pretty sure she only slept for a grand total of 2 hours that night she spent with him.
She also remembered waking up in the morning alone with a note next to her saying he went out to grab some food and coffee and she should stay in bed and wait for him. However, being Maggie she immediately got up and rushed to the bathroom, wrapping a long silky robe around herself and walking out into the front room to look for the other boys and see where they had slept.
That's when she saw Taylor on the couch with some skanky bleached blonde bouncing on his lap. She stood there in silence watching the horrible display until the girl was finished. She came loudly, shrilly screaming Taylor's name and then she climbed off of him. It was only when the girl bent down to put her mouth on Taylor that he looked up and saw Maggie standing in the hallway, watching them.
Before he could take in a breath, Maggie just grabbed a bottle of water and retreated into her room. Taylor pushed the girl off of him and tried to follow her but the door was locked. No matter how many times he knocked she wouldn't respond and so he left her alone.
When Maggie saw Taylor and the other woman she finally knew what it felt like to have a broken heart. Rather, her entire world shattered. All of the love and the passion that she held for Taylor that ran through her veins on a daily basis instantly froze in her veins. Instead of the broken heart, it simply shut down inside of her. Her body went cold and she lost all feeling...except for the memories of feeling him. So she just grabbed a water bottle and retreated into her bedroom to cry.
The boys left without saying goodbye and Maggie dove into school. She didn't talk to Taylor for at least six months and something she never knew was how that affected him as well. They were both vacant shells of human beings, droning along in their every day lives, functioning, but never really living.
Maggie still cried because the pain was as fresh as the moment that it happened, the sensations still vibrant in her mind. She realized that Taylor probably got over it and went back to living.
She had never gone back to truly living. She was just much better at making her functioning look like living.