"I don't know, I never planned on you." I had to work hard on keeping my voice smooth, the tea I had shared with him had worn off about 2 hours ago. I had to blink back my tears to see him clearly, more light had crept into the barn, and his eyes had changed colour from it, taking on that same sapphire richness I had seen outside the cold glass of the subway train. He seemed to feel the same that I did, and that same small smile that he had given me that first meeting was once again gently on his face. I began to see him like an artist does, and lines of poetry began to seep into my head. My thoughts were complete, the words coming so fast, I was concentrating on him, on every single movement, feature, breath. He met my gaze, and took it in with the same intensity. His fingers began to lightly trace my collarbone, and I knew what this was going to lead to.
"Just for refernce."
"Hm?"
"I have my birth control in me. It's for five years, one of those longterm things." His eyes became surprised.
"My parents don't believe in that." He looked hurt.
"Taylor, I am just about to start a huge reading book tour for my publishing company, you happen to be on tour, and 16. I don't know how old your parents were when they got married, but I'm not about to make that commitment to anyone for that matter. If you really believe that I would have sex without protection, then you're in for a surprise, 'cause there is NO way in hell that I'm going to get pregnant in this time in my life." I was throughly ticked. I couldn't believe him.
"I'm sorry, it's just that I wasn't ready for you to say that. You're absolutely right, I just. . . " He trailed off, and his cheeks grew a bit more red. "My parents and I only had one real uh, sex talk, and that was with Ike and Zac in the room. I mean, we got the whole run down of how babies are made when every new one came along. I mean, I have six brothers and sisters, it's not some great mystery." I chuckled at that, he had me worried there for a second. I took his warm hand and led him to a hay pile by the large, dirty-faced window. "Lane, I. ." I closed his mouth with a strong kiss, and began to slide my eager hands into his white cotton shirt that had clung to him moments before, I felt his stomach, and traced his abs, he was more muscluar than I had thought. As he reached for my cheek I realized the thickness of his forearms, and in a heart beat I lifted his shirt off with both hands. His childlike thiness that I had remembered seeing at age fifteen had melted away, leaving a liquid perfection in his symmetry, his chest a rolling cascade of muscle. I stood there, staring, then looked into his eyes. He was blushing, I raised my eyebrow, then proceded to unbutton the tight fitting leather that had made me gander and smile in the hospital bed, only hours before. As I fiddled with the buttons, my head was low, concentrating on doing my job. I lifted my eyes to him, his eyes looked dazed, jaw slightly open. Just as I mastered the last button, I raised my head and brought him in for another kiss, he had begun to understand, and get the hang of it, I felt like I could have simply kissed him all day, and be completely satisfied. But there was work to be done, the timing, and my love for him, those were two factors that could never be undone, they were perfect. He kicked off his shoes and wriggled out of the pants while our kiss continued, growing evermore insistent. His hands spaned my waist, as I stretched, and returned to his close embrace. He gingerly raised my tank top over my head, and I felt a tiny pang of self-conciousness, I had never been like this in front of any boy except Mac. He looked at my upper body with a relaxed eye. He unbuckled my pristine white satin bra, and enveloped me in his arms. After a moment of frozen excitement, I began to relax, then took charge of him. I quickly ripped off my khakis and tevas, and pushed him onto a huge pile of hay, I figured this was his first time, so female dominance was going to have to superimposed the first couple times. As much as I loved him, I wasn't going to let him take control. As I mounted him, I began the rythem that was as old as time and brought his hands up to my waist. As the hot sensation in my pelvis that started the second I had laid my eyes on him grew, I could feel him preparing. His skin had a faint glow to it from a light sweat he had started. His hands grew lower, grabbing my pelvis and he began to shove my hips down harder. I began to come as he began to, my breathing began to intensify, and my thighs squeezed him. He softly moaned and raised his hands to my sweat coated chest, I lowered myself onto him, and seperated our hips. He began to kiss me, then moved to deep throated, searching kisses. I moved to his side, regaining my breath, as he moved on top of me and took one of my breasts and enveloped a sugar-strawberry coloured tip in his mouth suckling the rock hard tip, I moaned with absolute pleasure. His lips went back to my mouth, sealing his celebration of loss of virginity. Our pact was made, whether we would be together for the rest of our lives or not, we would be soulmates.
We were both sweaty in despite the fall weather, and I could barely make out thin wisps of steam coming from his body. I looked down at my watch, and remembered Diana's request to be woken up. We were throughly screwed if we didn't get back to the hotel before she woke up. I looked over to Taylor, and found him just looking at me, his boy smell was intoxicating, I took his right hand and licked the salty back of his hand.
"Mmm.. " I smilied, I felt exhausted. I just wanted to sleep next to him until noon.
"Bop." He giggled.
"She-bop." I laughed at my own joke.
"What?" He didn't know what I was talking about.
"Cindy Lauper song on masturbation, She-bop. It's off of 'She's Unusual.'"
"Ah, now I get ya." He paused and looked out the window. "Shit! There's people out there!"
"Did they see you?"
"No, I don't think so." He looked terrfied. "What if we get caught?!"
I frowned, "Calm down, they haven't come in yet, now have they? Then we're stupid tourists that got lost, 'kay? Let's just get going." He began to protest, then smilied, and threw my khakis at me. We managed to get most of the hay off of eachother, and split.
Outside, we ran into the 'people' that Taylor had gotten worried over, just a bunch of farmer's sons who were just playing rugby early, when they had time before chores. We just waved and cheered them on before starting the long walk back to the hotel. It would seem that Taylor's mom was a late sleeper, and would probably up around nine, so if we kept at a steady pace, we could make it back by 8:30. Taylor didn't seem worried that his mom would be mad, but I was, I didn't want her to suspect anything, I mean it was bad enough that she trusted us not to do what we did. I needed to check my date book to see what I had to do today, I couldn't remember if I was supposed to visit a group of friends today or next week. I couldn't concentrate on that now, as much as I knew I needed to. He was here. He took my cold hand in his coat pocket, and we began the long walk back.