PURE

By Rachel

 

 

‘Here we go…’ Jen thought as she lay back in the backseat of her Grams’ old Buick. ‘First major make-out session, EVER!’

 

It was their two-month anniversary, and she and Henry had gone out to a fancy dinner, and now, in celebration of their ‘milestone’, they had decided to take things to second base…

Jen almost laughed at the anticipation in the freshman’s eyes.

‘This is going to be so awkward,’

 

“Is there enough room?” Henry asked as he tried to settle down on top of her; his knee between her legs and his elbow jammed down in between her ribs and the crack of the seat.

“Yeah, Henry,” Jen said absolutely.

He fidgeted and fumbled as he tried to get comfortable. His elbow slipped down in the hole where the seatbelt came out of and he couldn’t get it out.

“Ow!” He whined as he struggled.

“OW!” Jen winced as he finally freed it and accidentally elbowed her in the chest.

“Oh! I’m sorry!” He said. He reached down to rub the spot where he’d hit her: her breast.

Her eyes went wide for a moment as she looked up at him. He smiled slightly when suddenly his jaw dropped as he realized what he was doing.

“I—I’m sorry!” He gasped retracting his hand in horror. “I—I didn’t mean—“

Jen sank back on the seat and laughed.

“Henry! That’s what you’re supposed to do!” She shook her head in amusement at the dumb look on his face.

It slowly sunk in.

“Oh…” Then he smiled. “Yeah…I guess it is…”

“Right!” Jen said adamantly. “So look…why don’t you just keep your hand there, get the feel of it, and then things’ll be a lot easier.” She grabbed his hand, and pulled it back to her breast. “There! Better?”

Henry blushed and looked away.

“Jen!” He gushed.

“What!” She laughed.

“Just—just…” He grinned and looked back at her. That playful look in her eyes drove him absolutely mad. The way she flirted with her eyes… the way she pouted her lips. And her steady breathing as if she knew exactly what she was doing…

Why, it was almost too much for a teenaged boy to bear!

 

“Jen… you are so beautiful…” he said, leaning down and kissing her neck.

 

~O~

 

The next morning, Jen woke up to the smell of Folgers in the air. She yawned groggily and pulled herself out of bed, struggled to pull on her robe, then padded down the stairs in her slippers to the kitchen.

“Hey, Grams…” She yawned again, going to the cupboard and taking out a coffee cup.

“Good morning, Jennifer.” Grams said, smiling to herself as she sipped her coffee. “I trust you slept well?”

“I guess…” Jen said, pouring the hot, black liquid into her cup. She set the pot back on the warmer, then lifted her cup to her nose and closing her eyes, breathed in its aroma.

‘Smells just like in the commercial, I bet.’ she thought as she turned and sat down at the table across from Grams.

“You got in late last night… OH JENNIFER!” Grams almost shrieked.

“WHAT!” Jen jumped, suddenly wide awake. Grams stared at her in horror. “What, Grams!” She said, suddenly feeling self conscious. Grams was staring at her throat. Jen’s hands flew to the spot… It felt tender.

“Jennifer! You have a…a…” Grams couldn’t even bring her self to say the word. “Spot the size of Texas on your neck!” Grams’ voice cracked with embarrassment.

“Oh!” Jen flushed. She looked away momentarily, then regained her stature. “Grams, its not a bid deal…”

“But honestly Jennifer! What will people think!”

Jen smiled. “Nothing Grams…it’s just a hickey! It’s just from kissing. Everybody does it, its just that no one talks about it. It feels good…maybe you should try it sometime!”

“Oh Jennifer!”

Grams eyed her wearily then went back to sipping her coffee.

 

~O~

 

That day at school, when Henry's eyes met Jen's for the first time since last night, his cheeks went red and he looked away, averting his eyes to anything but hers...
"Hey, Henry," Jen smiled. She was wearing a turtleneck...Henry felt another flush.
"H-Hey..."
"What’s up?" She asked coyly, leaning back against the lockers as he tried to shove his notebooks and papers inside.
"N-Not m-much!" He stammered, still not looking at her.
"Henry?" Jen asked, raising her brow as she realized he was avoiding her gaze. "Is there something wrong?"
"N-NO!" He quipped, finally slamming the locker door shut. He spun around and faced her, and breathlessly tried to make up an excuse to leave.

He was so embarrassed, SO EMBARASSED...
He couldn't stand to think about how silly he must've seemed, fumbling around in the dark like that! Breathing raggedly and getting all excited; being completely inexperienced with this much more experienced older, hotter, beautiful, sweet, intense woman... while she was probably trying her darndest to be polite and not yawn!
He must've seemed so immature and... and... ugh! RETARDED!
He wished he'd never tried to stick his hand down her pants...

"Jen! I-I'm sorry-"
"Henry!" Jen scowled as he started to back away.
"I gotta go!" He squealed.
"HENRY???"
Henry took off, and Jen's gaze followed him, still scowling in bewilderment.

"Oh my god." She said to herself as she rolled her eyes. "I can't believe that just happened!"
She turned, and frustratedly headed down the hallway towards her class...

'I can't believe he treated me that way!' She thought as she walked, eyes focused on the floor as she took each step. 'He's acting like such a jerk! I-I can't believe he's just...just...DITCHING me like this!'

Jen's eyes started to sting, and she quickly forgot about class and headed towards the girl's bathroom. She was almost in a run.
"He's just like all the other guys!" She said aloud as she started to cry. "He got what he wanted, now he's bailing out!"

~O~

THE NIGHT BEFORE:

"I'm sorry!" Henry was quick to apologize for everything... including when her hair got caught up on one of the snaps of his Varsity lettermen's jacket...
The Capeside Minute Men would've never been prouder.

"It's okay!" Jen tried to calm him, but it wasn't working.
"I'm sorry!" Henry said frustratedly as he sat up and leaned forward, his head in his hands. He rubbed his face, and stared at the floor. Jen sat up straightening her blouse as she tried to think of a way to comfort him... to assure him that he was doing fine.

"Hen-"
"I don't wanna talk about it!" He cried through his fingers, his voice muffled against his palms. "I'm just really, REALLy sorry, Jen! I know! I know I---" His hands finally fell away and he stared at the floor blankly, swallowing hard. "I know I suck at this!"
"You don't suck, Henry!" Jen laughed. He looked over at her and she patted his shoulder. "Henry...You definitely don't suck at anything..."
"But I'm doing everything wrong!" He wailed.
"No you're not!" Jen smiled. He looked at her finally, and stared deep into her eyes.
"I---I'm not?"
"No, silly..." Jen giggled and she played with the hair over his ear. "Henry...nothing's easy the first time...BELIEVE ME. Everything's awkward at first! But that's why it takes practice!"
"Practice?"
"Yes! Of course the first time we mess around, it's going to be a little crazy! We're not used to eachother yet... you don't know my body, yet, and I don't know yours..."
"Really???"
"Yes, really..." She said, her eyes alight as he finally smiled.
Henry let out a little self-concious laugh as he slumped back against the seatback.
"I guess you're right..."
"Yeah!"
"I mean, I guess if anyone would know this stuff...it'd be you..."
"Hey!" Jen said, scowling at him.
"OH!" He said in sudden panic. "I--I didn't mean it like that! I---"
"I know what you meant!" She said, her scowl fading to a smile. "It's okay..."

She softly rubbed his knee, and leaned in towards him... over him.
"Henry..." She said in a throaty whisper that sent chills down his spine and another flush through his cheeks. "Why don't you just sit back and let me show you some things, okay?"
"Um, okay..." He said rather dumbly.
They were nose to nose and he could feel her soft, warm breath against his lips, and he could smell the slight scent of her perfume lingering on the pale skin of her throat...
He loved that smell... He loved the way that smell made him feel...
It made him... hard.

Jen stopped herself from giggling again, and still smiling, leaned forward and started to kiss him.
I mean, she really started to kiss him.

~O~

"God, Henry..." Jen smiled as she pulled back and opened her eyes. His eyes slowly opened too, as he licked his lips breathlessly then closed his mouth. She was still inches within from his face. "You really are pure, aren't you."
"I--I---uh, yeah. I guess..."
"I like it," She mumbled coming closer again.
"You do?" He asked naively.
"Yeah...it's kinda refreshing..."

She nibbled at his top lip, sliding her tongue across it as he opened his mouth and allowed her to envelope him in another hungrier kiss.

They hadn't planned to go any farther than a few deep kisses and a little heavy petting, if even that...
But Jen couldn't help but feel herself pushing further.
She felt herself getting swept up in the excitement.
Sin always appealed to her...and the fact that Henry was so inexperienced made her feel hotter.
She was about to loose control.

AND HENRY!
WEll, he certainly couldn't stop what was happening in his pants, even if he'd wanted to!
That area was definitely out of control by now...

"Can I touch you?" Jen whispered into his ear breathlessly as she ran her hands over his shirt, and down his stomach... "Can I?"
Henry's brow wrinkled as he tried to figure out what she was talking about... She was already touching him!
He shrugged.
"Well, um yeah! Whatever!" Henry glanced around naively, grinning profusely. "Whatever you wanna do!"
"Good." Jen said, clenching her teeth as she started to unbutton his pants.

Henry looked down, almost in horror as she started to expose him.
He felt a spin cycle go on in his stomach and suddenly clawed her hand away just as she slid down the zipper.
"WHOA!" He gasped and scrunched down in the seat. "Whoa..."
"Henry," Jen said adamantly. "Come here!"
She grabbed him by the collar, and the next thing he knew he was on top of her, her shirt unbottoned, his pants unzipped... and his hand going down... reaching... pushing at the waist band of her black satin underwear and reaching into the unknown.

It was a miracle that he'd even survived.

Even now as he thought about that moment, he felt sure he would drop dead of embarrassment. Even as he made his way to the auditorium, where he was sure he'd be alone to think; to sort out this big, old, stinky mess...even as he made his way through the thinning stream of students, most of which he had never met and would never speak too, he couldn't help but blush furiously in shame at trying to get into Jen Lindley's panties...and failing so miserably.

Jen ran into one of the bathroom stalls and locked the door.
The three sophomores who had been busy giggling as they applied thier lip gloss in the mirror watched her wide eyes. And when they heard the sobbing, they immediatley turned and left, leaving Jen alone in the bathroom.

"Damn it!" She cursed as she hit the wall with her fist. "Damn it!"
She dropped her bookbag to the floor, and spun around in the little enclosed space. She sighed and slumped down, sitting on the edge of the seat and covered her face with her hands. She sniffled, wiping her tear stained cheeks with the back of her hands and licked the salt from her dry lips.
"I can't believe he's treating me this way..." She sighed again. She stared at the graffiti on the walls:

Terri loves Mike.
Mike and Sheryl forever.
Karen -4- Larry.
Mike and Sarah...

'Boy, that Mike sure gets around,' She thought. "How pathetic to be a name on a wall..."
Names on a wall...
She wondered how many times she had been a name on a wall. Thousands, she guessed. Was that how Henry thought of her??? Just another name on a wall???
She had fought so hard to live down that reputation...and now this.
Her hand flew to the spot on her neck where Henry had left his hickey, and suddenly her temper flared.
No way was she going to let him do this to her, NO WAY.
She wasn't going to be just another name on a wall for Henry Parker, and she wasn't going to let him get away with thinking he could use her...
Jen had had enough crying. Now it was time to get pissed.
She stood up, grabbed her bag, slammed open the stall door, and walked out.

~O~

Henry sat in the back row of the dark auditorium, alone with his thoughts. He wanted to make Jen happy, he really did, but he was just so insecure with himself...with all this---this---physicallity. Sometimes it actually made him feel like throwing up.
He had only kissed one other girl in his whole entire life: Kelly McNamara. And that was in the seventh grade. It wasn't even a real kiss! Not an open mouthed one anyway. A peck on the lips at best, so all this heavy duty making out was leaving Henry a little scared and overwhelmed. He wasn't sure of exactly what to do, or how to do it, and with all his experience, he really didn't have much to fall back on.

That's why Henry had freaked...

THE NIGHT BEFORE:
Henry had been frantically rubbing himself up and down against her body. She had felt so good, and he didn't know how he could handle it. His breathing became heavier and heavier; his hands were all over her, his lips were all over her; and he was so completely caught up in their encounter...in the backseat of a car, the windows fogged up from their heat...that he didn't realize how overzealous he had become.
"OH, Jen..." He groaned as she ran her hands up his shirt. "OH JEN!" He groaned again as she raked her nails across his back.
"Touch me, Henry! Touch me!" She gasped pushing his hands farther and farther down.
"Oh yeah!" He grunted, yanking at the buttons on her jeans.
"Yes! Oh YES!" She schrieked as his fingers started to wander.

They were kissing madly, and he was about to actually make contact when the thought of it was just too much...
Henry shuddered, and started to shake, and suddenly he stopped.
A flush of panic seized him as he fought the urge. He fought and fought, but looking at her...staring down into her wide beautiful eyes accented by long, dark lashes and an intriguing gleam... Feeling her curvacious, little frame, hot beneath him; seeing the black lace of her exposed bra... knowing that her pants were unbuttoned and he was about to...well....actually feel her wetness...he was overroused.
He took a deep breath, and Henry suddenly blew a load in his pants.

Even now as he sat alone in the dark auditorium, Henry was so ashamed, MORTIFIED at the thought...and just thinking about what happened next was enough to make him wince and cover his eyes.
"Oh...my...god."

Henry had pulled away from Jen, and sat up in the seat.
"Henry...what's wrong?" She asked.
"Nothing! I want to go home!"
"You want to go home?"
"YES, Please."
"Henry--"
"Please!"
"Henry...If I did something wrong..."
"No! I just need to get home!"
Jen started to reach for his hand, but Henry, ignoring the goo, zipped up his pants and folded his hands in his lap.
"Henry, please..."
His cheeks burned red as he made the mistake of looking at her.
Immediatley Jen realized what had happened, and he realized she realized it, and although she tried to look sympathetic, he couldn't help but think of how ridiculous he must've seemed just then.
"Henry...it's okay--"
"I want to go home..."
"But Henry!"
"Jen!"
She smiled sweetly, then sat up kissing him softly on the cheek.
"It'll get easier..."
He sat there, completely still and staring straight ahead as she fixed her clothes and straightened her hair.
He didn't move as she climbed out of the car and slid into the front seat, starting the ignition. He didn't move until they were in his driveway and Jen had turned around to face him.
"I'll see you tomorrow?" She asked hopefully.
"Yeah!" He said before bolting.
"Henry?" Jen called out the window as he made his way up the lawn. He stopped and turned to face her, his face as white as a ghost and his brow riddled with guilt.
"Y-Yeah, Jen?" He managed.
"Good night."
"Yeah...you too."

She looked so sad as he walked to the front door and disappeared inside. He took her sympathies as a sign of weakness.

'I disappointed her,' He thought.
He had wanted to impress her. He had wanted to show her he could be all man she wanted him to be, and more.
But the fact was Henry was just not confident enough to do it.
He didn't know how to do it. He didn't know how to prepare for a physical relationship with Jen...his girlfriend.

"What a loser!" He winced as he now shifted in his seat. The worst part was of how he ran... "I ran away from her! I couldn't even speak! I'll never know what to do!"
He'd be a bumbling virgin forever...and all the girls would laugh at him. He was doomed...
WAIT A MINUTE!
Henry suddenly sat up.
What if he could learn what to do. Learn how to please her.
What if he studied for the next time...
Why not! He could study for school, why not this!
All he had to do was find the right resources! Talk to the right people, find the right books, watch the right...videos?
OF COURSE! Videos! Why hadn't he thought of it sooner!
First thing after school, Henry would hit up the video store, where he'd learn the ropes and take "a lesson in love".

Pacey Witter was asleep.
He usually slept at work in the afternoons after school. It was never busy at the video store this time of day, and his boss was never there, so why not?
He just kicked back in his chair, put his feet up on the counter, rested his head against the wall, and let himself drift off into a nice, comfy nap...

"Excuse me,"
Pacey opened one eye and squinted at the customer before him.
He looked familiar.
"Excuse me. I need---I need some, some...help."
Pacey opened both eyes, slid his legs from the counter to the floor and leaned forward wearily staring at the guy.
"I--I need...a, a...a..." He sighed.
"A video?" Pacey said monotonously.
"Yeah!" The guy's face brightened. It was Henry...Jen's boyfriend. Pacey yawned before sitting back in his seat again.
"And what kind of video might that be?" Pacey asked.
"Well..." Henry looked around uneasily and opened his mouth to speak. Nothing came out.
Pacey stared at him suspiciously, and it made Henry gulp.
"Well???"
"I need..." Henry leaned over the counter and whispered the rest: "A sex tape."
"A SEX TAPE!" Pacey exclaimed aloud, causing a flush of red to sweep over the freshman's cheeks. Pacey grinned in amusement. "Well, WHAT KIND OF SEX TAPE? GIRL ON GIRL? GIRL ON GUY? GUY ON GUY..." Pacey was nearly shouting. "OR JUST SOME GOOD OLD FASHIONED GROUP ACTION?"
"Keep it down!" Henry winced as he looked around again. "I---" He lowered his voice to a whisper. "I need some...help, with this girl...and I thought---I thought..."
Pacey sighed as he watched young Henry fidget nervously.
"Say no more, I've got exactly what you need..." Pacey stood and stretched. He looked around. No one else was in the store. Henry watched him with wide innocent eyes, and Pacey wanted to laugh so bad. But he didnt... "I think I've got something back here, in the instructional section, probably just what you're looking for! I'll be right back," Pacey said, going to the back where they kept the video cassettes.
"Thanks!" Henry called out after him.
After a moment, Pacey reemerged with a tape in his hands.
He started to hand it to Henry, but then pulled back. Henry suddenly frowned as the tape was just out of reach.
"How old are you?" Pacey asked teasingly as he raised his brow at the youth.
"Um..." Henry said, clearing his throat. Then in a deeper voice, replied, "Seven...EIGHTEEN."
"Seven-Eighteen, huh?" Pacey said mockingly as he stared at the ceiling, absentmindedly folding his arms over the tape and scratching his chin. "I remember being that age... And what a magical age it is!"
"Please!" Henry pleaded. "Please mister! I really need that tape..."
"Mister!" Pacey said, suddenly eyeing him. "What am I? Forty! I'm not mister! Henry...It's me! Pacey! Don't you remember me? Jen took you to that little play thing I did where you climbed up in the rafters..."
Henry suddenly looked confused, but then he smiled in relief.
"Oh...yeah! Hi!"
"So..." Pacey said walking around the counter with tape in hand. He walked over to one of the VCR's installed on a shelf below a row of TV's hanging from the ceiling and popped the tape in. "You looking for some hot tips to use on Miss Lindley?"
Henry blushed again.
"Well...not exactly..."
"What do you mean not exactly? That's what you're doing, isn't it?"
"Um...well, yeah,"
"Well, then!" Pacey grinned. "It's not 'not exactly', then is it!"
"I guess not..."

Suddenly the tape came on and Pacey's eyes immediately went to the set....
"Okay...hear we go!"

Suddenly it started and there was a scantily clad woman with ridiculously long red fingernails and big hair being roughly kissed by a fully dressed man in a polyester leisure suit.

"YEAH BABY!" Pacey clapped obnoxiously as the images flickered across the screen. He crossed his arms across his chest and looked on in anticipation.

Oh, yeah! She groaned.
You want me to give it to you? He asked. You want it bad? Say it, baby! Say it!
Oh, yes! I want it bad! She screamed out. I want it real bad!
He ripped open her dress reavealing her overly large breasts and flung her back on the bed.
Then the crappy 70's music started in the background.
BOW CHICK A BOW BOW!

Henry turned red when he saw what happened next:

Oh baby! Oh baby! Give it to me! Yeah! Give it to me good!

"What's he doing to her!"
Pacey chuckled. "Why, he's 'giving it to her', and pretty darn good, I must say..."

Oh yeah! Oh yeah baby! It's so hard!

"That's disgusting!"
"I don't know if it's disgusting, but it sure looks pretty interesting,"
"I don't see how this will help..."
"Henry, just watch the technique."

Oh yeah, baby! Stick it in me! Stick it in! Oh Yeah!

"EW!"
"Shut up Henry,"

Oh yeah!
That feels good doesn't it!
Oh yes! OH YES!

"Do you really think this is going to help me with Jen?" Henry asked in disbelief. Pacey glanced back at him before looking back to the screen.
"It couldn't hurt..." He mumbled.
"What?"
"Nothing...just watch the movie."

BOW CHICK A BOW BOW!

They were so engrossed in the movie...Pacey, genuinely interested while Henry...well, Henry was grossly intrigued, that they didn't hear the jingle of the bell over the door as someone came in...

"What the hell are you guys watching!"

Henry and Pacey spun around to face...

DUN DUN DUN!

Dawson Leery.

"Hey, D-Man!" Pacey said uneasily. "Me and Henry here...why we was...well, we were just watching..." He held up his hands in surrender and laughed. "I was trying to show young Henry here a thing or two about the art of "getting it on"..."

Dawson eyed him suspiciously as Henry shrank back behind the counter. He started towards them.
"Well, turn it off! You're going to get us in trouble!"
"What are you doing here anyway!" Pacey asked defensively as Dawson reached the VCR.
"Mr. Olsen asked me to work a shift tonight..."
"BUT WHY??? We're not even busy!"
"To keep an eye on you!" Dawson said as he looked at him, turning away from the screen and momentarily forgetting the video that played on all the TVs displayed through out the store.
"ME???"
"YES, YOU! Everytime you work, nothing gets done! And Mr. Olsen comes in in the morning and finds some R rated B movie stuck in the VCR, chips on the counter, and all the returns sitting in a pile behind the counter not even put in alphabetical order!"
"ALPHABETICAL ORDER!" Pacey groaned sarcastically. "OH, THE HUMANITY!"
"...And since he knows your dad, he doesn't have the heart to fire you, so he asked me to keep an eye on you!"
"FIRE ME???...ME! You're talking about me, here?"
"Yeah! And you're lucky I can come up with excuses for you! Why if it wasn't for me..."

Dawson was suddenly distracted by a sound coming from the screen.

OH YEAH! OH YEAH BABY! Do me...DO ME! Do it HARD BABEE, YEEEAAAHHHH! OH YEAH JUST LIKE THAT!

"What IS this???" Dawson asked his head spinning as he looked at the screen, his mouth hanging open and his voice lacking everything except sudden interest.
"This, my friend, is "THE FIRM", as in firm..."
"I KNOW WHAT IT MEANS, thank you..." Dawson barked back, his eyes immediatley fixating back on the screen again.
"Um..." Henry started coming out from behind the counter. "He was just...I was needing...You see---"
"Henry!" Pacey snapped. "Were trying to watch the movie!"

He got no argument from Dawson, who was standing there completely enveloped in what he was watching, almost forgetting that Pacey and Henry were even there...

Oh baby! Stick it in me! Stick it in me! Nice and deep!
OH YEAH! I'm gonna cum! I'M GONNA CUM!

Pacey grinned.

"OH MY HEAVENS!"

"DAWSON LEERY! WHAT ARE YOU BOYS DOING!"

"Oh shi*t!" Dawson gasped, diving for the power button on the VCR. "MOM! What are you doing here!" Dawson hit the pause button by mistake and the screen froze on a shot of the "ejaculation".
"Mrs. Leery!" Pacey almost wanted to laugh. "How--How's it hanging?"
"What is this filth?" She said as she approached the TV's, her mouth hanging open in awe.
"MOM! It's --it's not what you think-"
"Well, just what is it then!" She snapped, hitting the eject button. The tape popped out of the machine, and she confiscated it. Henry shrank back behind the counter again. Pacey covered his mouth to keep himself from bursting out in laughter, and Dawson winced like a puppy.
"Dawson," She said, her eyes narrowing on her son. "I thought we had the 'porno talk'...after 'Good Will Humping' you promised me you were done with this trash!"
This time Pacey did let out a laugh, and Gale shot him a look that immediately silenced him.
"I guess I should go..." Henry said nervously as he made his way around the far wall towards the door. Gale didnt even seem to notice. She was too busy lecturing Dawson and Pacey. Just before he ducked out the door, Henry saw Pacey turn to the side and roll his eyes

To be continued…