*WARNING* The following chapter includes a very detailed scene that may not be appropriate for young readers. Very detailed. If you feel that you may be offended by the details in this scene, you may scroll down and start your read after the dividing line. The content above the line, however, (and I will say this as straight forward as possible) I suggest you do not read, basically if you're easily disturbed or do not enjoy reading sex scenes.
P.S: I advise you not to ignore the above warning, read the whole passage, and then write negative comments to me explaining how unnecessary it is to include this scene. As the author I thought it would add an interesting touch to the story, and as the writer I say it stays. Do not say I didn't warn you...
Cherry became colder and colder as Dallas exposed her delicate, pale skin to the air that whistled through her bedroom window, as he slowly slid her skirt down to her ankles, and then tossed them on the floor. As Cherry laid there, she could not help but ask herself if this was the right thing to do, if she had really wanted Dallas to be the one who changed her life. About a thousand thoughts ran through Cherry's mind at once as Dallas began to kiss her stomach lightly, slowly inching lower and lower, and lower.
Dallas could smell the scent of Cherry's sweet perfume. It smelt like a hint of vanilla mixed with some sort of flower, he couldn't tell. But he liked it. As he inched down, kissing and nibbling and at her waist, he noticed her legs tense up as they squeezed together closely. He looked up at her, waiting for words, and his vision became blurred. He may have been slightly weak from the dramatic blood loss from his head, but he could still make out the image of Cherry tilting her head, and reaching an arm out towards him, running her fingers through his hair. He rested his head down upon her stomach for a quick moment only to retain his sight back. He closed his eyes, and then opened them, and then closed them. "Are you okay?" Cherry asked as she quickly sat up, with Dallas slowly lifting his head up. "Yeah, just dizzy. I'm good." he replied.
Cherry began to worry if she had been a bore to him. He's not even used to this, she thought, I'm just not fast enough for him like the other girls. Dallas was back in the game once again as he sat up and restored his position as he hovered of her, and began to kiss her on her nervous lips. Between kisses he lowered his voice and muttered under his breath, "I'm gonna try something with you, alright?"
She took a moment to breathe, and then nodded.
Dallas once again began to inch his way down her stomach, kissing each and every step of the way, until he reached a sensitive spot just below her belly button. Cherry began to realize what was going on. She felt nervous, only because she was not sure of how to react. But there was one thing she knew in her mind was right; she wanted Dallas to be her first. He looked up at Cherry once more, and then down again. Finally, he went slightly lower, and reached what would be every girl's most sensitive spot.
He then took his fingers, and together he gently placed them onto her, only separated from the thin lining of her underwear. He petted her gently, only to check and make sure she was comfortable. Dallas looked up at Cherry, only to see that this time she was looking up at her ceiling instead. Little did he know, she was completely losing it. What if it doesn't feel good? she thought, What if he gets upset? What if I do something stupid and wrong? But to Dallas, she was just a girl staring at the ceiling. He looked back down at her and continued to prep her. He then, slowly but surely, began to slide her underwear down her tightly bound legs, little by little. On his way back up, he tucked his hands under her legs and softly began to slide them up from under, until he reached her bottom. It was from this gesture that Cherry had decided to finally loosen up her legs, and they began to open only slightly. Dallas loved how strong and yet frail she felt. He had never felt that he need to be this gentle to any girl before, but he could tell that she must have been experienced, the way she handled herself.
While looking into her eyes as they both met eye contact with one another, he leaned into her and kissed her parts gently. He then closed his eyes and leaned in even more, and Cherry couldn't believe what she was feeling. She gasped as she began to feel something wet, as well as Dallas' warm breath inside her. "Dally," she whispered to herself, not realizing that she had said it aloud. As he continued to please her, he let his hands roam her body as she later grabbed onto them. After a few minutes she squeezed his hands, which let him know that it was a job well done.
Cherry sat up. She lost her mind, but she never came to understand why guys liked to do this so much. And Dallas could tell this was running through her mind from the way she looked at him after he was done with her. He wiped his mouth and with a smile, he told her, "You're as sweet as a cherry." She laughed, his comment had completely caught her off guard. They continued to kiss, when suddenly a noise took them both by surprise.
There was a knock at the door. Cherry froze, and hoped to God that it wasn't her parents. But she knew it wouldn't be, because they had only just left earlier that day and there was no reason for them to come back so suddenly. Dallas just stopped and looked at Cherry, with a big Uh-oh in his eyes. "Shit, shit shit shit..." Cherry mumbled as she got up from under Dallas and hopped off her bed. She quickly picked up her clothes off the ground and dressed herself under what seemed like five seconds. Dallas watched her become flustered, and it sort of freaked him out. He realized that this was not the typical girl that he had been used to all his life; some chick with no parents, no one to hide from, no place to call home, no curfew. Cherry was the complete opposite. In order to accept Cherry into his life, he would need to accept all of the responsibilities that come along with her. Like respect for adults, for example; Cherry has been raised by two wealthy parents. Dallas barely even knew how to treat an adult with respect. In his world, wherever he was, he was on top. Dallas never answered to anyone that he had no respect for. Or even respect for friends of hers for that matter. Or bringing her home in time for her curfew. Or taking her places, or giving her everything she has always wanted.
By the time Dallas had come back to reality, he was already dressed, following Cherry slowly towards the window by the door. They both slowly peeked through the side window, hoping that it was a false alarm. Mostly, however, Cherry was doing all the peeking, for Dallas' mind had been occupied at this time. As Cherry inched closer to the window, Dallas watched her as her mouth opened wide in shock. Not only in shock; Cherry was worried. "What what what- Who is it?" Dallas asked as he noticed her look of worry.
Suddenly Cherry backed away from Dallas and slowly towards the door. "It's okay," she reassured him. Dallas couldn't understand why Cherry had been acting like this, so he took it on his own to look through the window. And then, he knew why.
Dallas nearly bit his own tongue off looking through that window, seeing Mike, the Soc who asked for a fight, the guy who he nearly killed under a minute. The guy who wanted Cherry. Dallas assertively walked towards the door.
"Dal, don't-" Cherry begged, as Dallas shrugged her aside and finally made it to the door. He opened it, with Cherry standing beside him.
Dallas took one hard look at him. He saw his two black eyes that he had given him just an hour before, but the rest was clean. "So look who it is. And look who went home and cleaned themselves up eh?" Dallas said jokingly. Dallas knew he was responsible for those bruises, and he took pride in it. Mike was dead to him. Mike fiercely replied, "Hey, asswipe, I'm not here to talk to you. Cherry, why'd you let this dog in your house?"
Dallas couldn't take it anymore. "Listen you little shit," he pulled out his gun from his coat pocket, which was not loaded, and pointed it right toward Mike's neck. Cherry's eyes widened and looked at Dallas. "Dallas!" she scolded.
But Dallas continued, "You have ten seconds to get the FUCK off this porch, you understand?" He could tell that Mike was clearly unaware that his gun was unloaded, because he slowly began to back away with his hands out at his side.
"DALLAS!" Cherry raised her voice. Mike looked at Cherry as he continued to back away and said, "Is this what you call a joke, Cherry? From Bob to this? You know what this little prick can give you? Nothing."
Cherry shook her head, and continued to say with a raised voice "You don't know what you're talking about Mike. I think it's best you leave." She pushed Dallas' gun down as she looked up at him with an upset look on her face.
Mike continued to speak, "You're not one of them, Cherry. I can take you places. He'll take you to the dumpsters, that's where he'll take you." He gestured towards Dallas.
Dallas knew this guy was a joke. He could barely keep up a fight for two minutes. And here he was, trying to pick up on his deceased best friend's girl. And I'm the fuckin' douche bag? Dallas thought to himself.
"You're drunk," Cherry calmly said towards Mike with a straight face.
"Look, I just want to talk to you Cherry. Not with this greaser that you call a gentleman hanging around." he responded.
Cherry thought for a second, and then looked back at Dallas. Dallas then narrowed his eyes with a smile and muttered, "Yeah yeah...". He then proceeded to step back into the doorway and return inside the house while mumbling, "Do whatever the fuck you kids want..."
Mike brought Cherry aside to his car as Cherry shrugged his hand off her arm. Cherry could not help but think of how much more this night could have been ruined. It couldn't have been worse. Who knows what would have happened between her and Dallas if Mike hadn't stopped by.
"Cherry, what are you doing?" Mike continued to ask.
"Michael, I refuse to discuss any of this with you until you sober up. It's ridiculous, the way you're acting."
He raised his voice, "No, the thing that really is ridiculous, Cherry, is you doodling around with that LOWLIFE." He yelled towards the house, as if he wanted Dallas to hear those specific words.
Cherry normally would have been rattled by something like this, but she wasn't. She shook her head and looked straight into Mike's drunken eyes and with a harsh tongue, she said, "We're done here. Goodnight."
As Cherry walked back towards her house, Mike furiously gave in and walked into his car's passenger seat. His designated driver immediately sped out of her drive way and into the darkness.
Dallas watched Mike get into his car through the window as he took off his jacket, and walked back toward Cherry's room. Cherry entered the house and noticed that Dallas was gone. Figuring he had made it back to her room, she walked over and saw Dallas lighting a cigaret as he laid on her bed.
"You're insane." she told him with a serious expression.
After a long pause, Dallas chuckled as he glanced out the window, "Wasn't even loaded. Fuckin' idiot, man."
"He's an idiot for what, thinking that you'd shoot him? Because if so, then I must be an idiot too." she scolded Dallas as she glared right into his eyes until he finally looked over at her. Slightly relieved, however, Cherry sighed and walked over to sit on her bed, next to Dallas' legs. Dallas took off his jacket and, with his gun, placed them on the nightstand beside him. He finally took a deep breath. The two of them remained silent for about three minutes. He could tell that Cherry was thinking twice about him.
Dallas sighed and let out a small groan. "Cherry, what do you want from me huh?" he said with clasped heads over his face.
"What do you mean, what do I want from you?" she responded.
"Just make up your mind already, aight? Come here.". He waved Cherry over as he began to sit up with his back resting against her wall. Cherry got up and moved to sit right next to Dallas, with her back against her wall as well. She leaned her head onto his shoulder and placed her hand on top of his, which was resting in his lap.
His eyes lowered to the necklace around her neck; the one that he gave her only several minutes ago. She closed her eyes. Dallas waited about five or six minutes for her to rebound off of him, and maybe even ask for him to leave, only later to realize that she had actually fallen asleep on him. The room was as silent as it would ever be. All he could hear were the gentle inhales and exhales softly whistling out of Cherry. Her hands had fallen like small angels into his lap, resting on his hand. He took advantage of this moment to tell her a recently thought-out confession.
He lowered his voice and spoke softly, "That Mike kid's a real wuss, man. But he can be right sometimes." He began to look down at her, looking at her sealed eye lids, watching her breathe. He lightly grabbed the hand that she had resting on his, and stroked it with his thumb.
He continued softly, "You know I can't take you very far from this place, Red." He stared straight in front of him. Dallas even knew it himself that he couldn't do much for Cherry. He was broke, with money only to keep himself and a few close friends alive. He had no family around who cared, he had no respect for any authority whatsoever. He had no plans for his future. Dallas was smart, he knew that clearly this was not the package that Cherry had been looking for. A girl like Cherry deserved someone who could give her everything, take her places. He knew he would never change for anybody either. Strangely, it made Dallas feel down when thinking this.
Dallas hated it, too. In his world, this was called going 'soft.' In reality, however, just about anyone was bound to feel something like this at least once in their lifetime. But Dallas continued to wonder exactly what 'this' was. Maybe it was love, maybe it wasn't.
Maybe it was love.
Suddenly, he was taken by surprise when Cherry spoke, her eyes still closed,
"You're here, and that is enough".
Dallas looked down at her, realizing that she had been awake this whole time. "What?" he muttered back.
She sighed, "You take me away from all of this, you're like home away from home, you know?" This made Dallas think a little. In fact, for some reason, the first thought that came to mind was, Thank God the guys have never seen me slip like this. He hoped that they would never ever see him like this. He still could not for the life of him figure out what 'this' was. What was he doing?
Dallas began to shut his eyes, he could barely stand the light. The only problem was, there was barely any light in the room. The only light remaining was leaking through the window from the street lamps. He began to notice himself getting weaker, and weaker.
To distract himself from his dizziness, he began to talk. "I don't get you, Red. I really don't." Cherry was about to sit up, but then realized that her hand was still clasped in Dallas', and his thumb was still stroking her small, delicate wrist. Instead, she lifted her head off his shoulder.
"Why do you need to get me?" she said in a slightly annoyed tone. Dallas had already told her this many times.
"Cause' I think I might love you." he said, looking straight ahead of him.
Cherry's heart dropped. What did he say? she thought to herself. She could not even believe what she had heard. All she knew, however, was that she was happy. She was happy with someone she had chose all on her own.
Dallas did not enjoy admitting this to Cherry at first, only because saying you loved someone meant that you were telling them how you feel. Dallas never let anyone know how he felt, unless it was anger. However, he began to feel joy, looking down and seeing Cherry's face light up at the sound of these words. He watched her skin begin to glow, her eyes begin to shine. He could no longer handle watching it any longer, so he leaned in and kissed her soft lips. He only kissed her once, and they both rested with their heads pressing against one another. Cherry smiled and whispered, "I think I might love you too."
Dallas' grin grew larger than Cherry had ever seen it before. He laid down from where he sat, and brought Cherry down with him. He allowed her to lay next to him, her face pressed against his chest. He felt her breathing on him, as he began to wrap his outside arm around her, pulling her slightly further inward towards him. Cherry could feel how warm his chest was on her nose. With her fingers spread apart, she placed her hand onto his chest and felt his heart beat. So fast, she thought. She immediately knew, however, that her heart must have been beating much faster.
Cherry then spoke, "If I told you that this is how I wanted our rest of the night to be, would you stay?"
At this time, Dallas could have bailed. He could have realized that this wasn't him nearly at all, and it was best for him to just leave. He could have left from knowing the fact that he wouldn't have gotten any other action when staying at Cherry's house; at least that's what he would have done if he were in any of the other girls' houses.
But instead, Dallas placed his lips upon Cherry's forehead, and with a smile he mumbled, "Sure, yeah I'll stay."