AN: Pretty much all the vampires and a bit of the wolf-pack belong to SM.
I don't even own Trisha, Ethan, David, Taylor, or any of the other wolf kids. They belong to yay4shanghai. She's just letting me borrow them for a little while because she's cool like that!
Thank you to all of you who continue to read and review! You guys are awesome! It literally makes my day to see reviews! I love hearing your theories on what you think will happen!
Very, very special thanks to yay4shanghai for being the most awesome beta ever and to KupKakes09 for help with the lemon and for her general coolness. Don't forget to show them some love!
Yay4shanghai has written a companion chapter of A Fun and Easy Way to Go Down a Dress Size for Trisha's talk with the wolf-girls about sex, and Trisha and Ethan are mentioned in the most recent chapter of Once the Earth Settled. Check them out…immediately!
WARNING: There is a lemon in this chapter. Yep, you heard me, a lemon. So if you are offended by that, turn back now.
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Chapter 12: "Let's Talk About Sex"
TRISHA'S POV
When school started in August, it was a relief to actually have several classes with David. We sat together and I kept tutoring him. Our previous arrangement regarding my car was still intact. I spent most days after school with Emily, while David worked on the car. I liked spending time with Emily. She didn't pressure me anymore and I loved being so close to the baby growing inside of her.
Evenings with Ethan were even more amazing and slowly things between us got more physical. Nothing past kissing and groping, but I loved every minute I got to spend with him and longed for the day we could be together and not have to worry.
One night in early November, I started to think more of our arrangement. I was tired of sneaking around. And as much as I loved my friendship with David, I loved Ethan.
"What are you thinking, Ray?" Ethan asked, kissing me softly on the tip of my nose.
"It will be the holidays soon. I just wish…I wish we could spend them together, without anyone else. Just you and me," I said.
He held me tighter to him. "Someday, I promise," he said.
"You promise?" I asked, turning to snuggle my head into his neck.
When we weren't kissing or touching, we just laid with each other. And right now I could practically hear the wheels in his head turning.
"Ray, baby, can I ask you something?" Ethan said.
"Always," I said raising up to kiss him softly on his lips.
"If things don't get better, if we're stuck like this," he pulled my eyes to look at him, "should we leave?"
I furrowed my eyes, a little confused. "What do you mean?"
"If it doesn't get better, I want to get away from La Push. I want us to go as far as we can. Together. Away from all this damn wolf stuff," he said, forcefully.
That was it. The only way it would work. "Only as a last resort," I said.
He nodded. "Only as a last resort." Then he kissed me and walked me home. God the things I would have given to make this all okay.
As always, our late night rendezvous ended with a far too passionate kiss, his hands ending up in between my legs, my hand around his erection. I knew it was coming. I wanted him, in a Biblical sense. Every part of him. As anxious as I was for it, I was also freaking out about exactly how it all worked. Not the mechanics of the act, but the adaptations that had to be made for sex with the wolves.
I got lucky when some of the newer wolf-girls (the Momma-wolves either pregnant or feeling too old to do it) decided to reel me in for "the talk." Helen, Claire and Leticia were given the task, after my Mom begged them to apparently. I think they all assumed it was only a matter of time before David and I consummated our imprintation. Though, my concerns with sex lie with someone else. I learned that I needed to drink lots of water, which is why I carried a water bottle everywhere I went and sucked down more than eight glasses a day, just in case. I also knew, from experience, that it could get hot, literally. The temperature could become a problem.
By mid-December the wolf-girls were abuzz with the impending birth of Emily's baby. Sam and Emily had chosen not to find out the sex of the baby and it drove David absolutely insane. It was interesting to see how he reacted to every little thing going on in the house. He was constantly concerned about Emily, and when the call came that she was in labor and we were at school, he drove like a bat out of hell to make it to Forks in time for the delivery.
David was the third person to hold his baby sister, Jesse. He and Mark were the sweetest big brothers and I feared for the poor girl's future suitors. The smile on his face as he held her close to his chest was more than just a "David-smile." She was a beautiful baby, with a copper tone to her skin, alluring grey eyes, and a full head of matted black hair, and it was clear she was already in love with her big brothers.
I was the fifth person to hold little Jesse. She fussed when Sam took her from Emily but then calmed the moment he put her in my arms. I concluded that Jesse must have memories of my voice from all the time I spent with Emily while she was pregnant. It was a lofty idea but it meant something to me, and when I mentioned it to David, I could tell it meant something to him. Holding a baby that close made me think about my own future family. I knew that I wanted to have a family with Ethan.
Ethan…I wished he could be here right now. He loves children, especially babies and he would have loved this little angel. I needed to see him.
After visiting Emily and the baby, I ran to Ethan's, hoping he would be there. I tried to be calm at the door, knowing there was a possibility he might not be there.
"Ray! I thought we weren't meeting until later. Is everything okay?" Ethan asked, answering the door, sans shirt.
"Everything is fine. Is anyone else here?" I asked.
"Seth just left. It's just you and me, babe."
I calmly walked in the door, as Ethan closed it behind me. I jumped on him, grabbing a hold of his neck, crushing my lips to him, and wrapping my legs around his waist. He walked us to his bedroom, throwing me on the bed. I scooted up to the pillows while I kicked my shoes off and watched as Ethan kept his eyes on me. He smirked, never a good sign. Crawling up the bed, he pushed his lips to mine.
Our mouths moved together and our tongues battled one another for dominance. He ran his hands up my thighs, underneath my skirt, slipping his fingers into my panties, causing me to gasp. He rubbed his fingers across my already sensitive nub while his other hand unbuttoned my blouse. He moved both hands to my breast, then moved his mouth to kiss the top of each mound. Before I knew it, my shirt was on the floor, my bra was hanging from the ceiling fan, and my skirt was ripped in half on the bed. All that was left was me and my hot pink panties. He pulled himself off the bed to stand in front of me. I bit my bottom lip, nervously, as he pulled down his sweatpants, revealing all of himself. I had seen him naked like this before. Hell, I'd even practically humped him with him this naked before. But his body was like a rare work of art that still amazes you every time you see it. And the things it did to me…I could immediately feel the wetness at my core building. Oh, fuck…
Ethan moved back towards me and began kissing my breasts again, as I softly moaned his name. I could feel him smirking on my skin, as he moved farther south, kissing and touching every part of me in his reach. He crawled in between my legs. The only thing separating us was the flimsy cotton of my panties. He moved his hands to my hips, still kissing my lips, and sliding a finger under the elastic band of my panties. He pulled at them, moving them down and off, lifting himself off of me. He threw them aside.
"Ethan…" I moaned.
He returned to kiss me on the lips. I could feel him there at my entrance. I wanted him in me. I needed it. "Please, Ethan, just do it," I whimpered.
I could feel him panting and breathing heavily. I closed my eyes, waiting for him to push into me, scared but longing at the same time. He pulled away from me. I felt the bed shift as he got up and searched for his sweatpants.
What had I done? I thought for sure he wanted me, too. How could I have been wrong about that?
"I'm sorry, Trisha. I can't, I won't," he said.
"Okay, I'm thoroughly confused. Why did you get me naked and push me on the bed if you had no intention of making love to me?" I asked. I think he heard the hurt and confusion in my voice.
He paced again. "No, it's not that. It's not that I don't want to."
"Then what the hell is it, Ethan?!" I was frustrated now, tears starting to roll down my cheeks as the feeling of rejection set in.
He didn't say anything, just kept pacing. I got off the bed, pulling my clothes back on. "Fuck, you ripped my damn skirt! What am I going to do now?!" I screamed at him, sobbing.
He moved to grab my arm but I jerked away. "Ray, please don't go."
"Shut up, Ethan! Just leave me alone." I could see in his eyes that just by yelling at him like that, that I had hurt him.
"Yeah, just leave! Run to David! He'll be more than happy to fuck you!" Ethan said.
That was it! Forgetting what happened the last time I assaulted a werewolf, I kicked him in the groin, hard. The moment of triumph I felt was soon overtaken by the pain in my foot.
"Shit!" I screamed. Great, not only had I been turned down for sex, I probably just broke my damn foot.
"Oh, God," Ethan ran to me. "Are you okay?"
"Hell, no, I'm not okay! I just kicked you!"
He chuckled a little.
"You're laughing at my pain? Nice!" I said.
"No, it's not that. It's just silly, is all," he said, sitting me down on the bed, pulling my foot into his lap, and kissing it.
"Gross! You're kissing my foot!" I said.
He stopped and looked at me. "I'm sorry."
"For what? Kissing my foot, insulting my friend, or refusing to fuck me?" I asked.
Then he laughed again. "All three, I suppose." He took a deep breath. "It's not that I don't want to have sex with you. I do. I just think we need to talk about it before, make sure we're really ready and not just rushing into it."
"Okay, how bout we talk about it right now? And then we can devise a story for my foot. Because I think the 'rents would flip if I told them how I really got it," I chuckled.
He nodded and got off the bed. "I'll be right back." He returned in a matter of seconds with a bag of frozen peas, placing it gingerly on my foot. "Better?"
I smiled and nodded.
He sat back down next to me, holding me in his arms. "I'm just going to start. If you feel the need to object at any time, please do, okay?"
"Mmmm…" I sighed.
"I won't sleep with you until you're 16. I know that's a little stupid, but saying you're 16 sounds more mature than 15, okay?"
"I see that logic, I guess." I didn't really, but this was the first time we had had a serious conversation about sex. Other times, it had been in the heat of the moment and we hadn't discussed any particulars just that we weren't going to do it.
"Secondly," he started, "I want it to be special, Ray. I want it to be the magical moment it's meant to be. I know two virgins going at it isn't the most elegant of moments but it needs to be perfect."
"I appreciate that, Ethan."
"I want to take care of you, protect you. I want it to be an act of love, not lust," he said, kissing my forehead.
He cleared his throat. "The next parts a little tricky. Protection."
Protection…who knew one word could make me blush. Fifteen minutes ago, I thought I was going to be deflowered and now I was blushing at the mention of birth control.
"The other wolf-girls said the most effective form is the pill. I just haven't had the courage to ask my Mom to take me to get them," I said.
I hated that thought. I couldn't exactly say, "Hey Mom! I want to have sex with Ethan and I don't want to get knocked up. Any chance you might take me to the clinic for some pills?" That would not go over well!
"I need to think about that one, Ethan. The logistics of it, I mean," I said, snuggling deeper into his chest.
He hugged me closer, kissing my hair. "Well, just know, come February, all bets are off. You'll be 16 and I will make it very special. Not as special as you, of course, but special."
I leaned up and softly kissed his lips, looking in his eyes and trying to show him how much I loved him and wanted to be with him. "I love you so much, Ethan."
He smiled, "Not nearly as much as I love you."
"Doubtful," I sighed. "Now, my foot."
He laughed again and I rolled my eyes. The plan we devised was foolproof (yeah, right). He carried me home, actually laying me softly in the bed. It was already five in the morning. The plan we had devised had me waking at 5:30 to go to the bathroom, only to kick my bedside table and fall to the floor. In reality, I hit the table with book, already laying on the floor, wailing as my Dad ran into the room.
"Trisha-bug, what happened?" Mom asked, yawning following Dad in.
"I-I-I had to go to the ba-bathroom. I k-kicked the taa-taa-taable!" I kept the tears coming. Holy shit! This was going to work.
"Oh, baby girl," Dad said, looking at my foot. "Rach, I think it may be broken. We need to get her to Forks to the hospital."
He picked me up and off we went. My parents sat with me at the hospital as my foot was being x-rayed. I had only a small fracture and a cast wasn't necessary. It was wrapped tight in a bandage.
I must have dozed off. I woke up in my own room, with Dad curled up on the floor next to my bed, clutching an old teddy bear he'd given me as a child. I giggled at the sight of this huge man, laying on my floor, holding onto the bear like a baby.
"What? Huh?" Dad said, sitting up and looking around.
"Nothing, Daddy. Go back to sleep." I kissed his cheek, grabbing my crutches and walking down the hall to the kitchen. It was only nine in the morning and Mom sat at the kitchen table, reading the newspaper.
"Morning, Trisha-bug," Mom said, sipping coffee.
"Morning, Mom," I said, hobbling over to a chair.
"How'd you sleep?" Mom asked, eyeing me suspiciously.
"Good, thanks. Did you know Dad slept in my room?" I asked.
She laughed, "Yeah, he was worried you might need something and not be able to get it. That man, I swear, he loves his girls."
"Mom, can I ask you a question?" She looked at me again, suspiciously.
I had run through my head last night how I was going to approach this. She obviously knew my hormones were practically ruling my body right now, otherwise she wouldn't have called in the wolf-girls for the talk. I had never really worried about talking about sex with her before. I knew I needed to take care of this particular situation and I couldn't do it on my own.
"Of course, Trisha-bug," she said.
I looked around the corner to make sure Dad hadn't gotten up. He hadn't, his snores still filling the hallway.
"Umh, I, uh…" Okay, maybe this was a bad idea.
"You know, Trisha, I was thinking it might be time to take you to see an OB/GYN. You're almost sixteen and it's good to make sure you're healthy. Would you be okay with that?" Holy shit! She took the idea right out of my head. It was kind of a "don't ask, don't tell" thing.
"Good, because I called and set up an appointment for you with a doctor in Port Angeles. Monday at noon. I'll take you," she said.
Three days later, I lay on a cold examination table, naked from the waist down, with a thin sheet covering me and my legs spread apart with my feet in the stirrups. This procedure was clearly something invented by a man. There was no way a woman would have decided to subject another woman to this torture. The doctor was very sweet and patient, taking her swab sample and then discussing my female health with me. When she asked if I was sexually active, I almost screamed, "No, but I wanna be!"
I left an hour later, feeling completely violated and completely with boxes of birth control pills.
Every evening that Ethan and spent together after that, I wondered if it would be "the night." I'd never really seen myself as a sexual creature, but now, anticipating that it could happen at anytime, I was the typical hormonal, sexually-frustrated teenager that made punk rock bands millions of dollars.
We agreed to wait until I was 16. So when my 16th Birthday rolled around, I was giddy, thinking it would be that day. My parents insisted on throwing a stupid Sweet Sixteen party for me, my Dad saying there was no way anyone could say "Sweet Sixteen and Never Been Kissed" because everyone knew I was almost not a virgin anymore. There weren't a lot of teenagers there. I really didn't have many friends outside the pack and that was the way I wanted to it. So most of the people at my "Sweet Sixteen" party were wolves, wolf-girls, or wolf kids. It was fun and my foot was finally healed, but the night of my 16th Birthday was not to be my night. It belonged to another couple.
Emily and Sam were some of the last to arrive at the party and I was thrilled to hold little Jesse. David and Mark were with them and both showered me with kisses on the cheeks when they saw me. The party was already in full swing and I passed Jesse on to Emily to go to the kitchen for a drink. I heard the doorbell ring and my Dad go to answer it. I recognized the voice right away and heard him telling everyone hello. I heard him walk up to Emily and say how he "couldn't believe he hadn't seen the baby yet" and "she was getting so big" and "could he hold her?" Emily didn't object and handed her off. Then I heard the familiar gasp. The gasp that always comes after someone imprints. It was followed by three growls. One from David, one from Mark, and one from Sam.
I heard Dad, Taylor, and Jared push the four wolves out the door and listened to the amusing exchange outside.
"Are you fucking kidding me?! Seth Clearwater?! My little girl?!" Sam was yelling.
"Wow. Identify the irony in that," I said to Mom under my breath. (AN: Before you freak, I do realize that Emily is Leah/Seth's second cousin. Therefore the baby would be a third cousin. It worked for Franklin and Eleanor Roosevelt. If it bothers you, sorry.)
She laughed. "This is not going to be pretty."
In all honesty, it wasn't Sam I was worried about. He would yell, but he had gradually quit phasing and wouldn't revert back just to kick Seth's ass. I feared Seth's death at the hands of the Uley brothers.
Emily walked up behind me. "Trisha, I need a favor," she said.
"What?" I asked politely.
"You're the only one that can calm David down. I need you to go do it. I know he'll listen to you. Remember when I told you guys I was pregnant? You were the one that made it better. Please. I don't want Seth to be killed," Emily pleaded, with a few tears in her eyes.
I rolled my eyes. "Happy Freakin' 16th Birthday to me!"
I walked out the door grumbling, I was less than enthused about my task.
I looked to see Emily standing in the window. "Shit!" I said. I guess I was really going to have to do this.
"Trisha, he'll hurt you," Seth said as I walked forward, watching Seth be circled by the Uley boys.
David must have heard my name because he looked towards me, away from Seth.
"David," I said his name as sweetly as I could.
"No, Trisha, stay out of this," David muttered through gritted teeth.
Okay. Sweetness wasn't going to work. I'd have to pull the sassy card.
"If you hurt him, you will be the world's biggest hypocrite! Hello, you have an imprint yourself." Why did I just say that? Why did I acknowledge it?
David was too mad to react to that statement. "It's different. Jesse's my little sister. He can't have her."
I eased my way closer to David. I took his head in my hands and looked him in his eyes. "It's not like he's running off to Timbuktu with her right now. He will protect her."
"That's what we're for," David rebutted.
Fuck this! Happy birthday to me! I grabbed David's head again and shoved my mouth to his, practically pushing my tongue in his mouth.
"What the fuck?" I heard Mark say.
David pulled away. "Why'd ya do that? I thought, we were just friends?" He seemed sincerely concerned with my motives.
"We are just friends but it stopped you, didn't it?" I said, cocking an eyebrow.
He laughed. "I guess it did."
"Good. Now are you done? Because I don't believe you've given me a birthday present yet," I said, putting on the air of one of those bitchy girls I hated from Forks.
"I don't know. I think that kiss was a pretty good freakin' birthday present," Seth said as he started laughing. It didn't take long for the others to join in.
"Hardy-har-har! Where's my present?" I said to David.
"What's gotten into you? You're really spunky tonight?" David asked.
"Hello! It's my birthday!" I said.
David pulled out two boxes from his back pocket, both fairly small. He handed me the first one and I opened it gracefully. Keys. It was a set of keys.
"Your car's finished. I picked it up from the paint shop this afternoon. All you need now is a license and you'll be good to go," he said proudly.
I had to admit that I was proud of him. I had written him off as an imbecile but it turned out that he was smart, just not in the same areas I was.
"I'm sure you'll go see it tonight, right?" Helen asked from behind me. Did she want to get me killed on my birthday? She may have known that Ethan and I spent every night together in my grandfather's garage but the rest of the pack didn't need to.
I cleared my throat as he handed me the other box. "I didn't know what else to get you. Momma helped me pick them out. I hope they're okay."
I opened the second box just as gracefully as the first. A pair of earrings. Beautiful ruby earrings in the shape of apples. "They reminded us of you," he whispered. I held them very gently, listening as the only sounds around were the other guests breathing. No one could say anything.
"They're beautiful, David. Thank you," I murmured, pulling him into a hug, feeling his hand caress my lower back. "Can I put them on now?"
"I think they'd look exquisite vith that vred dress you have on," Leticia said.
I nodded and took them out of their box, placing them on my ears.
"Do they look alright?" I asked David.
He smiled at me, "Almost as beautiful as you."
NO! Please don't say that! Please! I don't want to feel guilty on my birthday. I want today to be normal. I want to be free today.
I hear Leticia squeal a little behind me and I smiled back at David.
I was relieved when the party ended, though, ready to make my way to the loveshack. I still had my Audrey Hepburn-esque red dress on and couldn't wait to see Ethan. I knew, it being my birthday, tonight had to be the night.
I waltzed into the garage, seeing my beautiful candy apple red Mustang. For a split second, I thought of David. I didn't know if I could give myself to Ethan so close to this precious gift from David. It didn't matter, though. Ethan wasn't there. Just a note and a pretty pink Gerber daisy.
Happy Birthday, my Ray!
I have to take care of something and won't see you for a few days.
Meet me here on Valentine's Day.
See if you can sneak out a little earlier and wear the same dress you have on now.
I promise to have a special surprise for you.
I love you more than you could ever imagine!
Always yours,
Ethan
Three days! I had to wait three days to see him! How the hell was that going to work? What could be so damn important that he had to leave for three days? What was I going to do for three damn days?
Nothing, that's what. I did absolutely nothing. I read and hung out at the Uleys', then cried at night wishing Ethan was close to me.
Valentine's Day crept up slowly. I always hated Valentine's Day, and Ethan knew that. He was going to have to come up with something really good to make up for the shitty holiday and three days of his absence.
I went to bed at nine that night, instead of ten. I put my red dress on and walked as fast as possible to the loveshack. Ethan was there waiting for me, dressed in a black button up dress shirt and nice jeans that make his ass look amazing. He wore black lace up boots and smiled as soon as he saw me walk in.
"Where've you been? I've been sick without you!" I whispered loudly.
"Getting everything ready for tonight," he whispered back kissing me softly on the lips. "Come with me."
He took my hand and we walked, him holding me close to stay warm. It wasn't a long walk, just up from our normal beach meeting spot, only deeper in the woods. The secluded area was lit by white Japanese lanterns. A blanket was spread on the ground, with a large camping tent set up. This was it. This was the place where I was going to become Ethan's. I knew it. I felt it exuding off of him and felt my own heart start to race. The scene was perfect but I was more nervous than I had ever been before. What if it hurt too much? What if I wasn't any good? What if? What if? I couldn't stop thinking.
"I thought we might look at the stars a minute. I stole some champagne from my parent's refrigerator. I thought we might try it," he said, sweetly.
I nodded, swallowing hard. We sat on the blanket, as he poured two glasses of the champagne. "This is totally illegal so don't tell anyone," he said.
I nodded again and swallowed hard again. I was afraid if I spoke, nothing would come out. He handed the glass to me and before he could say anything, I chugged it.
"Slow down, killer," Ethan said, chuckling.
I closed my eyes a second. "Sorry," I said.
"We don't have to do this," Ethan whispered.
I moved closer to him on the blanket. "I want to. I'm just nervous."
And then I kissed him. The world could have been thrown off its axis and I wouldn't have noticed. Ethan's kisses were just that good. My hands shook as I moved my fingers to start unbuttoning his shirt. He pulled away, moving to my feet and removing my shoes. Then he picked me up and carried me bridal style into the rather large tent.
The floor of the tent was surprisingly soft. Layers upon layers of blankets made the forest floor hardly noticeable beneath us. Ethan gently placed me on the blankets and zipped the tent up, while I continued to unbutton his shirt. He kissed me very softly, as I pushed his shirt over his shoulders. He moved his hands to the back of my dress, pulling my hair forward to unzip it. He ran a finger down my spine and the contact of his warm skin on my cool skin made me shiver.
"You okay?" he asked. I just smiled and nodded.
He pulled the dress forward, off my shoulders then placing hot, wet kisses on my shoulders.
"Lay back," he said.
I complied and felt him continue pulling the dress off, past my waist and then off completely leaving me in my lacy black bra and panties. He kissed my collarbone before moving down my chest kissing every possible area of bare skin all the way to the band of my panties.
"Wait," I sat up. "You have too many clothes on."
He started to unbuckle his belt but I stopped him. "Let me," I whispered into his ear.
I unbuckled the belt and slid the pants to his knees where he shimmied them off.
I made a mental clothes count in my head: Ethan-1, Trisha-2. That seemed fair to me. Obviously not to Ethan. He pulled me to his chest, growling a little, while he kissed me harder than before. His hands fumbled with my bra clasp but his lips never left mine as our mouths moved together.
He laid me back down, slipping my bra off and exposing my breasts. I heard another growl from him and laughed a little. He attacked me with kisses, moving down from my mouth to my cheeks to my jawline and down to my chest. He moved his mouth down my left breast before stopping at the nipple. He used his tongue to make a circle around it before slipping it in his mouth and sucking.
"Ahhh…" I moaned. The amazing thing about this type of physical contact is how other parts your body react to it. I knew I could feel the wetness collecting in between my legs before but Ethan sucking on my nipple like that practically caused a flood.
He moved to my right breast, repeating the action, and gaining the same response. He kissed down my chest and stomach, before using his teeth to slowly pull my panties off. I started to feel a little self-conscious and clammed my body up, crossing my arms on my chest and clenching my legs together.
"Would it make you feel better if I were naked too?" Ethan asked with a smirk.
"Yes, please," I smiled.
I slipped my tiny hands under the band of his boxers. I pulled them down quickly, freeing his erection.
"Someone's happy to see me," I said with a smile. What the hell did I just say? That was about the most unsexy thing, I thought, but it elicited another growl from Ethan and his lips back on mine.
My body relaxed a little and I spread my legs allowing Ethan to settle comfortably between them. He placed his hands on either side of my head and resumed ravishing my lips, his tongue darting in my mouth.
His right hand traced the right side of my body, running over my breast, then ribs, then hip before returning to its original spot.
"You are so beautiful, Ray," he said.
"You're not so bad yourself," I responded, as he laughed. I ran my hand down his gorgeous muscular chest feeling my way down to the part of him I wanted. I grabbed hold of his erection and felt him stiffen. Holy Shit! There's no way he's going to fit in me, I thought.
"You better be careful. It's not going to take too much to get me off right now, babe," he whispered.
I moved my hand back up his chest, resting it on his shoulder, and placing one wet kiss on his chest, where his heart was.
"I love you, Trisha," he said in a voice so sweet it was almost like a prayer.
"I love you, Ethan," I responded, saying his name with reverence and love.
"I kinda thought we'd leave all the teasing and foreplay for another time. At the risk of sounding corny, uhm, are you ready?" he asked.
This was the point of no return. If I didn't want to do it I needed to tell him now. But I could feel him hard against my moist pussy and I wanted it. I wanted it bad.
"Yes," I said.
He pulled my right leg up over his hip and settled at my entrance before giving me another passionate kiss. I felt him swallow hard, like I had been before. He stopped and didn't move.
"Is everything okay?" I asked.
Ethan shook his head yes but I could see something in his eyes. "What's wrong, sweetie?"
He ran his right hand through my hair. "I don't want to hurt you."
I didn't want him to hurt me, either. But I wanted to make love to him and the only way that was going to happen was to suck it up and deal with the pain just like the wolf-girls had told me. "Ethan, I can handle it but if you're having second thoughts and you don't want this, we can stop." Please don't stop! Please!
He shook his head. "No. I want this." And then he slowly pushed himself inside me.
.GOD. My whole body shuddered as the pain of Ethan inside me ran through my nerves. I could feel that he was only about halfway inside and worried I might pass out before he was even completely in me. I whimpered a little and felt a tear run down my cheek. I grasped onto his back trying not to tremble.
"I'm gonna stop," Ethan said, starting to pull out.
"Don't you dare," I pushed him back with my leg. "Just finish getting inside me and then I'll adjust."
He nodded and kept pushing. "Oh, fuck," Ethan said. "You have no idea how good this feels." He kissed me again. Once he started to push in again, I couldn't help but bite down on my bottom lip to keep from crying again. I dug my nails into his back instead, hoping he thought it was from pleasure.
Okay, Trisha, man up and do this, I thought to myself.
I wiggled my hips a little, trying to get my tiny body to adjust to his huge dick, eliciting another moan of pleasure from Ethan. Okay, this wasn't working. I wasn't feeling anything but pain, and the heat from Ethan's body was starting to set in.
I closed my eyes tight and felt him move above me. He pulled out a little and then moved back in. "Ethan…" I moaned. If I let on even the littlest that I was still in pain, he would stop, so I had to at least make it seem like it was okay. He pulled out again and moved back in, once, then twice, and by the third time I felt comfortable enough to hitch my other leg up around over his hip.
Both of our breathing turned into panting as he continued moving in and out of me, each time a little faster than before. It felt good and I knew he was enjoying it but it wasn't like the pleasure I thought. I was still trying to deal with the pain of him stretching me and trying to keep Ethan from seeing the tears now flowing down my cheeks.
"I'm hurting you. I'm gonna stop," Ethan said, pulling out and sitting down next to me.
"Please don't. I really want to do this," I said, trying to sit up but feeling the soreness set in on my hips and legs.
"I won't be selfish, Trisha. I won't hurt you just so I can get off. It's not worth it," he was shaking his head, running his fingers through his hair. His eyes went between my legs to the blanket I was on and widened slightly. I looked down noticing the blood then.
"It's just a little rough the first time. I promise it's not too much. Please can we try again?" I really wanted to but I also wondered if a change in position wouldn't make it easier. "Maybe we should try a different position."
Ethan giggled like a schoolgirl. "What do you mean a different position?"
"Well the girls said sometimes its easier with the girl on top. Would you be okay with that?" I asked, trying not to look too closely at his face.
"The question is would you be okay with that?" Ethan asked. He knew I would feel strange being that exposed and no matter how much he wanted me, he wanted this to be enjoyable for me as well.
Actions speak louder than words. I pushed him down gently and crawled to straddle him. I kissed his lips and moved down his stomach. I bit my top lip as I moved back, raising up slightly and then lowering myself onto him very, very slowly. It hurt even worse to have him entering me again, I felt like I couldn't possibly stretch anymore.
No, no, the pain's not really any better. Just give it a minute, Trisha. This is all you. You're in control. Suck it up and do this! My thoughts taking over again.
I closed my eyes and pursed my lips before I started to rock my hips. Forwards then backwards, forwards then backwards. With each thrust I felt another sharp pain when I came down on him.
"Ugh," I heard Ethan groan underneath me. He reached his hand up and cupped my right breast before pinching at the nipple. I opened my eyes to see him. His eyes also closed but his face with a look of euphoria. I sped up my rocking and clearly saw the change in his face. He was loving this, every last part of it. I ran my fingernails down his chest producing a slight moan. He responded with a feral growl. I didn't care if I was in pain as long as he wasn't.
He quickly rolled us, placing him on top again and forcing the soreness back into, well, every part of my body at this point, really. Ethan could tell this wasn't what I had expected. Determined, he moved his hand down my stomach to find my clit. He started massaging it with his thumb.
"Holy fuck!" I screamed out, feeling my walls start to clench a little and feeling the lubrication increase. I could feel it coming as he kept rubbing my clit.
"Ethan…Ethan…oh…ugh," I moaned.
"Yeah, I know," he panted and then with one last thrust, I felt my body let go, and the ecstasy that Aunt Nessie had described so many months before, set in.
"Fuck!" I screamed as he pushed in once more. Then I felt his warm release inside me, as he withered on top of me before collapsing and grunting, making the last thrust of pain worth it.
Neither of us moved for a minute, both of us trying to catch our breath, and me not really being able to move at all, hoping that next time would be less painful and more enjoyable.
He kissed my lips then my cheek. "I love when you say that word," he said.
"What word is that?" I asked trying to play innocent.
"You know the one," he was being sly.
"What, fuck?" Again with the innocence.
And then it was time for round two.
*NEXT CHAPTER: "Then the Shit Hits the Fan"