I blew lightly through the reed, letting the excess water splatter on the carpet. I felt the air escape out the right side. I scowled in frustration and went to adjust the black and purple string around the base. I hated making reeds. It was tedious and infuriating. I just wanted to throw my oboe across the room when a reed I had spent eight hours making didn't work. I blew through the reed again. I didn't notice any leakage this time. Excited and hopeful, I grabbed my waiting oboe and gently inserted the reed. I licked my lips before poising the instrument at my lips and playing the all too familiar b flat. The note gingerly wrapped its way around the room, holding me tightly in a long forgotten embrace. I had been playing oboe for four years, but I was still comforted and amazed at the beautiful sounds it was capable of making. I do not tread on the word "capable" lightly. Every other non-professional I had heard had made me want to slap them in the face. The one girl who had played oboe in our school band had switched to French horn because she didn't like being outshone. I smiled in triumph as I ran my fingers along the keys and played minor scales. I tested out a few more notes and excerpts before taking out the reed and setting down my oboe. "I'm done now," I said, putting all my supplies away and placing my oboe back in its case. Iggy flipped onto his stomach where he lay on my bed and smiled mischievously. He had been sitting on my bed the entire time, telling me to hurry up and occasionally napping or leaving to grab a snack. I spun on the high stool and began walking towards him. He sat up and waited patiently as I took the few steps towards the bed. He grabbed my waist as soon as I was close enough and pulled me into his arms. His lips found mine quickly, instinctively drawing my hands to his shoulders.

I climbed, knee by knee, onto the bed, refusing to break the kiss. I straddled his hips as I pulled on his shirt. "Eager, aren't we?" he said when he pulled away to strip off the t-shirt. I didn't answer, just slid my hands down his chest to the muscle of his stomach. Although Iggy was thin and lanky, he exuded strength and roguish charm. The natural muscle that strained against his skin was for my eyes only, but it was obvious what was under those sweatshirts. Iggy had always been ignored by other kids at our school because of his blindness. The few good people who had tried to look past it couldn't see him as anything more than helpless. When we began dating, Iggy started getting closer to my friends as well as me. He wasn't just the quiet blind kid anymore, just as I wasn't the emo band geek; we were the misfit couple. The other girls who took second glances at Iggy were beginning to realize this as well. People were actually beginning to see perfectly tousled blonde hair, intense blue eyes, and the most endearing smile. The annoying rumors about fictitious sexcapades some sluts had created about him subsided quickly when a girl on the soccer team got pregnant. I didn't care much about the rumors, but thanks to his uncontrollable anger, Iggy did. I had told him not to make so much of a fuss when I caught him genuinely scaring a freshman who had asked him about it, but I caught him threatening a few others and warning them to "shut their fucking mouths." I truthfully thought it was pretty hot.

The lips he was pressing against my neck incessantly were full and soft while the fingers that were unclasping my bra were slender and rough. "Iggy," I breathed with the little oxygen I could muster. He was unbuttoning my shorts in an instant, my shirt and bra discarded on the floor. Iggy and I got intimate often, but we hadn't had sex. We usually stayed above the waist, though I had given him a few hand jobs and he had fingered me once or twice. And I knew from experience that whenever Iggy ventured below the waist, he was very horny. He kissed along my inner thighs and held my legs down to control my involuntary squirming. I bit my lip to keep in the moans waiting to spill out. He hooked his thumbs into the sides of my panties while the rest of his fingers stroked my lower stomach. I felt his hand leave my hip but I didn't look down or even open my eyes, just took the moment to take a deep breath as he paused what he was doing. He used his other hand to start pulling down the right side of my underwear. I didn't really notice the absence of his right hand until it returned, clutching the one thing I had hidden under my bed for two years. The cool hard plastic was all too familiar, added on was constant vibration as the switch was turned: Iggy had found my dildo. From a young age, I had been curious about sex. I masturbated often and when I was thirteen, I asked Jenna's boyfriend (as he was the only one I knew who was old enough) to buy me a dildo. I had used it almost every night since I had gotten it, and I had it in a shoe box under my bed without anyone ever knowing. I was practically dying of embarrassment. "Iggy," I began as I started to sit up. He instantly pushed me back down, kissing me and leaving more and more marks on my neck.

"Only bad girls use dildos, Mel," he said on his way back down my body. "Are you a bad girl?"I could hear it in his voice and could feel it through his skin: he was so fucking horny. But so was I.

I nodded fervently. "Oh fuck, yes." He looked up from where he had descended between my legs and grinned.

"Good." He pulled down my panties slowly, his eyes locked on mine. The pads of his fingers gently ran along my legs as he removed the undergarment. I didn't know if he threw my underwear on the floor or set them beside my legs, not that it mattered at all, because my attention was averted quickly.

"Iggy!" I cried in surprise as I felt the dildo at my opening. He circled me with the toy as he held onto my squirming legs. The vibration was incredible, but it was the knowledge that it was Iggy causing me that intense pleasure was what fueled my wetness. He pushed lightly into me, stroking my inner thigh tantalizingly. I arched off the bed with a moan. The penetration wasn't a new sensation to me, but what he did once the toy was completely buried in me definitely was. Iggy inclined his neck and circled my opening with his tongue. My chest heaved as I struggled to breath. He slowly licked his way up to my clitoris, covering it with his lips and gently sucking. My fingers threaded through his hair as I writhed on the bed. He removed the dildo and replaced it with his index finger, delving into me, progressively deeper and deeper. My orgasm was drawing nearer as he touched every one of my sensitive spots perfectly. "Fuck. I thought you were blind?" I joked as he found my g-spot as if he had seen right through me.

"Oh, I am." He looked up to smirk at me, still moving his finger within me. "I'm just good with anatomy."

I gasped, feeling myself slip away. My walls clenched around his finger, but I didn't get to see his reaction as my eyes snapped shut. I felt weightless and grabbed the sheets tightly: I didn't want to float away. It was like flying without any fear of falling, like feeling the comforting heat of a fire without any fear of burning, like falling deeper in love without any fear of abandon. I was invincible.

I let out a shaky breath as I found my way back to my purple sheets and the love of my life. My eyes fluttered open, though my vision remained blurred by the contrast of the artificial lamp light. I blinked away the blotches of light until I could finally see again. Iggy hovered above me, a soft smile on his face. He reached out his right hand and stroked my cheek. I leaned against him, loving the warmth his fingers were eliciting. My eyes closed again as he leaned down to give me a kiss; A gentle kiss that lasted a lifetime. I wasn't quite sure if I liked the odd taste in his mouth, but placed my hands on his shoulders nonetheless. I felt him smile into the kiss and when he drew back, I had to ask, although I already knew the answer: "Did you see me?" He absentmindedly brushed my fringe from my forehead as he nodded.

"You're so beautiful."

I had never been told I was beautiful before. I had always been so self-conscious about my appearance. It was mainly why I had faced depression in middle school. Of course, as I grew up, I let go a bit, but the fear of being "ugly" was always there. When Iggy and I got together, it didn't matter anymore. It didn't matter that other people judged me on how I dressed or that guys didn't like me because I was fat, because I had Iggy.

He kissed up my neck slowly, softly. His lips lingered on my jaw for a moment. "I want you so bad, Melanie," he whispered. I tensed noticeably. Iggy and I had never talked about having sex. We were still so young, and I really wasn't sure if I was ready. I smiled against my skin. "Whenever you're ready, love," he assured me, as if he could read my mind. It was a tendency of his I found quite amazing. I brought his face back to mine before snuggling into the crook of his neck. I was comforted by his warmth and the strong arm he wrapped around me. I wanted to lay with him forever, not caring that I was naked or that we were both covered in a slight sheen of sweat. My hand traveled down to the waist band of his jeans and I smiled when his breath hitched. I paused for a moment as I could slightly hear a knock at the front door. The squeak of the hinges traveled to us, but I could not hear the voice that accompanied it. Iggy froze as he listened. Instantly he sat up and tugged his shirt back on before bounding out of my room. I quickly followed suit, my mind racing. With a final button on my shorts, I practically ran out to find the source of Iggy's distress.

I stopped as I stared at the woman at the door. Her pale skin was stretched across a thin lanky frame. Strawberry blonde hair fell past her shoulders. Disbelieving hazel eyes fixated on the boy before her. Iggy stared back, confusion and anger running across his features. The woman blinked a few times before opening her mouth to speak. "You have your father's eyes," she whispered. Tears began to fall down her cheeks. "James, I'm so sorry."

My blood turned cold as I looked and looked, still not wanting to see Iggy's mother standing in the doorway.

AN: DUN DUN DUN! Aha. So yeah I finally finished. X) There's even some smut in it! Le gasp! Yeah I hope you like it! Review!

Looove,

Melanie

PS: IT'S MY BIRTHDAY! X)