Part Two: Can Things Get Any Better?

Entry #006: A Great Way To Start The Summer

Sunday, June 1st

6:45 A.M.

Is it wrong to feel this good?

Summer vacation had just started.

I finished the school year with all "A's".

And best of all…

I get to spend all summer with my boyfriend!

Whoo! Hoo!

So far our relationship has been going on for more than two months and things have been going great.

I had finally found a guy that fully appreciates me.

That was a huge first.

Two of my past boyfriends wanted nothing but sex, and when I didn't give in to them… they left.

But that wasn't the case with Andre.

Sighs Happily

He was such a gentlemen; a guy that knew how to treat a girl.

I could go on and on about how great things have been, but I won't.

I would never shut up about it.

But with all that has occurred, there was one thing that's been bothering me.

During the past two weeks, Andre has avoided any discussion dealing with us… you know… having sex.

So far, all we have been doing is making out; but before things could go any further, he would stop and make up some excuse.

The first couple of times, I thought nothing of it.

But as it kept happening, I grew curious about why he was acting this way.

Not because I wanted to rush into sex.

No, no, no.

But why was he making up these excuses to stop things from continuing?

It wasn't until yesterday that I finally asked him.

Saturday, May 31st

6:11 P.M.

The two of us were in my den watching a movie-

Wait, did I say watching? I meant barely watching the movie, as in lip-lock action.

We had to have been making out for at least five... ten... fifteen... no, twenty minutes.

And boy, were things were getting heated!

Whenever he would start kissing me on my neck, it would send shivers down my back.

If only he knew how much that turned me on.

As he got on top of me, I gently grazed my hands down his back.

Slowly, I began to pull his shirt off to reveal his upper body…

God, he definitely worked out a lot.

…

Anyway, moving my hands across his muscles, I smiled, "You were looking a little hot, so I took your shirt off for you."

Of course, I had to add a really flirty look to that.

"If anyone's making me hot, it's you." he chucked.

Wow, we were so lame.

But in a good way.

I could slowly feel things moving further and further.

"Now I'm getting hot." I spoke, taking off my shirt to reveal the blue bra that I was wearing.

His expression instantly told me that he definitely like what he was seeing.

"Damn, now I'm really getting turned on." smiled Andre, as he stared kissing neck.

From there, he slowly moved down my body, kissing every inch.

Mmm, he was such a good tease.

He lingered a bit around my tummy, which really drove me crazy.

I began to squeeze his hands, eager for him to keep going.

But once he went below my naval, he stopped.

Why did he stop for? I mean, things were really getting good.

As he came back up to kiss me on the lips, I looked deep in his eyes and insisted, "Don't stop."

I'll admit, I was a little caught up in the moment, but I really wanted him to keep going.

For a second, Andre looked as if something was bothering him.

He looked away from me and then turned his attention to his phone.

Grabbing it, he looked at the time and then rushed to grab his shirt.

"Dammit. Uh, I'm going to be late." he lied, getting up off of me, "I really enjoyed the movie, Tori. But I really have to get home."

I knew he was lying. We'd both agreed that we would spend all of tonight just watching movies.

If he really had something he had to do at home, he would have told me hours ago.

Curious about what was going on, I decided to ask him once and for all.

"Wait, Andre." I uttered, grabbing my shirt and putting it back on, "What's the problem?"

"Problem? What problem?"

"Whenever things get… steamy, you always have some excuse to stop and leave. It's the same way all the time and it's bugging me."

I could tell that he knew that I was telling the truth.

He just sighed and said nothing.

I then realized that there had to have been one good reason why Andre was behaving like this.

"Is it because I'm a virgin, because if it is-"

"No! Of course not."

If not that, then what was it?

I wasn't interested in seeing Andre play charades again.

"Then just tell me what it is. Remember, we're a couple now, so we don't have to be afraid to tell each other what's bothering us."

"Tori… *sighs*"

Walking over to him, I grabbed his hand and pulled him back to the sofa to sit down, "Tell me, please?"

Sighing heavily, he reluctantly explained everything.

"I wanted to take things slow with us. I don't want us to rush quickly into sex."

"Okay, I understand."

"No, no you don't. Not yet." added Andre, with a serious expression, "About two and a half years ago, I dated this girl, Lauren... and she was my first."

Listening to his story, I tried to understand exactly where this was going.

"Lauren was an amazing girl." Andre continued, "We were together for almost a full year, and because she was my first, I kinda grew an attachment to her. I was less experienced, so I didn't know any better. Anyway, I had this false sense of thinking that things were going to continue to be perfect. Boy, was I was wrong."

"What happened?"

"One day, when I had just got out of school, I decided to go over to Lauren's house. When I got to her door, I could hear her talking with some guy. The thing is that Lauren told me that she was sick that day and was gonna be home alone."

After Andre took a moment to gather his thoughts, he continued, "Being the concerned boyfriend, I decided to go over to her house to keep her company. So when I get there and I go in the house..."

A tear ran down Andre cheek; trying to console him, I placed my arms around him.

"Turns out, she had been sleeping with that guy, plus two others during our relationship." sighed Andre, wiping the tears from eyes, "Last time I talked to her, I asked her why'd she do it. *small chuckle* And she said with a huge smile, 'Because I can'."

It took me a while to take this all in.

Had I known that Andre been through all of that…

"I'm so sorry. If I'd knew that the whole story, I wouldn't have questioned you about it."

"No, it's good. Sooner or later, I would have had to tell you." insisted Andre, holding my hand, "But what really hurt me, was when she told me that she took pleasure in taking a guy's virginity. So all of that bullshit about it being a special moment for us…"

"Listen, Andre. Lauren was a cruel, manipulative girl, and she had no idea what an amazing guy she had." I reassured, with tears in my eyes, "And I just want you to know that I would never ever dream of treating you like that. I want you to know that, okay?"

"Don't cry, it hurts me when I have to see you cry." Andre stated, wiping the tears from my face.

Continuing his story, he uttered, "From that point on, I've been really cautious with my relationships and how far they went. That's why I've been hesitant about having sex with you. Not because you're a virgin, but because I want to take my time and not rush us into anything that could hurt us."

I completely understood what he was saying.

It just sucked that it took me this long to realize it.

"Don't get me wrong, I really do want to make love with you. But it'll be worth the wait, don't you think?"

"Yeah, it would. When that day comes, it'll be really special. Not just for me, but for you as well." I smiled.

"Hmm, well, I can't wait til that day finally arrives." Andre chuckled, as he kissed me.

At that moment, the front door opened, and the two of us quickly pulled apart from each other.

It was Trina, coming back from shopping, with a surprised expression.

"We weren't doing anything, honestly." insisted Andre, putting his shirt back on, "I should be getting home by now."

Before he left, Andre kissed me on the cheek, "Thanks for listening and understanding everything. I'll call you later tonight, okay?"

"Okay, I love you."

"Love you, too." he replied, walking past Trina and out of the front door, "Bye, Trina."

"See ya, Andre." she responded, walking over to me, "Oooooh! Was someone having a little naughty time while no one was home?"

"No… kinda, but not the kind of fun you were thinking." I answered, walking into the kitchen to grab a soda, "He stopped before things went too far."

"Aww, you can't turn him on enough?" joked Trina, placing her shopping bags on the table.

I felt that I should keep Andre's secret and decided not to tell Trina.

"No… he had to run off somewhere." I sighed, playing around with the soda can tab.

"Well, don't rush too quickly into sex. Be patient and wait for when the moment is right." divulged Trina, trying on her new pair of pink Converse sneakers, "Take it from me, little sis. Don't do anything until you feel that you're ready."

It was weird to hear such good advice from Trina. She never failed to surprise me.

"Thanks, Trina. I really needed to hear that."

I really did needed to hear what she said. I was practically trying to rush into sex earlier and to be honest... I'm not even sure if I'm ready or not.

I had a lot of thinking to do, but at the moment something caught my attention.

"Oh, I love those shoes. Do you think I could borrow them sometimes?" I asked, sipping my soda.

"Hell, no! Go buy your own!" she chided, taking her bags and going up to her room.

Same Ol' Trina.

8:42 P.M

After watching some fashion reality show for a good hour and a half, I noticed that Andre had left his phone.

Normally, I don't snoop on other people's phone, but… wait, I take all of that back.

I was a bit curious to see if there were any hot pics of himself that he took.

I mean, most guys do like to take pictures of themselves shirtless in front of a mirror, right?

Scrolling through his pictures, (He did have sexy shirtless pics of himself! I knew it!), an incoming text message had popped up.

The number was unknown and the message read:

{On my way. You won't be able to avoid me anymore.}

Who in the hell was this?

And why were they going to his house?

Clicking on the text, I then saw a long thread of texts that Andre had with this number.

The first texts from two days ago read:

Unknown number: {Knock, Knock. Guess Who?}

Andre: {Who is this?}

{The one girl you'll never forget.}

{Seriously, who is this?}

{Don't tell me that you've already forgotten about me.}

{The one that made your first time... memorable.}

{How did you get this number, Lauren?}

Lauren?! This was Lauren texting him?!

{Friend of a friend, but that's not important.}

{What really matters is what I've heard about you.}

{What does it matter to you?}

{Shouldn't you be sleeping around with the guys on the football team?}

{lol Already did jk jk But seriously, I heard that you got yourself a new girl}

{Just leave me alone. Don't call, text, or come anywhere near me.}

{Okay, I see you a bit moody now.}

{I'll text ya later.}

The text from the next day read:

{Ohh I see you dating a latina girl}

{A really hot one from what I can tell.}

{One question: Does she makes your toes curl like I do?}

{Come on, be honest. She probably sucks at it.}

{Haha, sucks at it. I'm funny.}

The next set of messages were from 6 hours ago.

{Since you want to give me the cold shoulder, I guess I'll come on over to your house later today.}

{We maybe could catch up for old time sake}

{And by that I mean some serious fun time without the girlfriend.}

{You know you'll like it ;) }

And the recent text:

{On my way. You won't be able to avoid me anymore.}

At that moment, another text message from Lauren popped up.

Only this time it had a picture attached to it.

I was stunned to see that it was a picture of Lauren herself… naked.

To be honest, Lauren was actually quite pretty.

She had beautiful light brown skin and short, wavy black hair.

She was also… well endowed in the chest area, and her hips were really curvy.

I almost got a little jealous about her body shape compared to mine.

But I had to shake it off.

It was just really sad to see such a pretty girl have such a disgusting personality.

Along with the picture was the text that read:

{Be there soon, can't wait to catch up.}

Not if I have anything to do with it!

Calling to Trina from downstairs, I shouted, "Trina, I need you to take me to Andre's house!"

"What for?!"

"It's an emergency!"

"What kind of emergency?!"

"A relationship emergency!"

"What kind of relationship emergency?!"

"Andre's ex is going over to his house to try to force him to have sex with her and I need to go over there and stop her from even getting the chance to talk to him or even see him." I yelled, breathless.

"Well, why didn't you tell me sooner?!" exclaimed Trina, running downstairs with shaving cream on her legs and car keys in her hand, "Let's go!"

As we left the house, I began to hope that we would not turn up too late.

Not that I didn't have faith in Andre to not have sex with Lauren.

But to keep her from messing with Andre anymore.

Lauren had made this a personal matter…

And I was going to stop her.

Not only for Andre's peace of mind.

But for myself as well.