Chapter One: The Beginning of Summer
Alright, fine. I’ll tell you my story. I have put this off so many times, for one reason or another. But I’ve always resisted, mostly because I’m lazy. Well now, I am currently on the run and hiding in a dilapidated cabin in the woods, the trajectory of my life just completely off the charts. I’m not alone because Rafe is with me. But for how long? How had we gotten here?
Let me take you back to the summer that changed everything -
I needed to get away. School was annoying. My friends were annoying. My parents were annoying. Thank god we lived near the beach. I wandered around until I found a band performing near a bonfire. There was a cute guy playing bass who kept checking me out so I figured he could be a fun distraction. We made out on and off between cigarettes until we managed to discover that we had both missed seeing the movie Skyfall in theaters. He told me they were replaying it the next day at the Flashback Cinema and I told him that sounded like fun. “It’s a date,” he smiled, giving me his phone number.
It was the first time I had ever gone out with a complete stranger. I was tired of the pretentious guys at Kildare Academy; well I guess I was tired of the ones that noticed me. I liked having sex with them but none of them were really that good at it. Maybe this Pogue could change things for me.
The next day, we decided to meet up at the theater half an hour early so we could talk first; this sounded cute at the time but in reality, we were awkwardly sitting on the curb barely talking. He didn’t ask me a single question about myself and barely even looked at me when I talked to him. It was the longest half hour of my life. I almost got up and left but I had really been looking forward to the red and blue Icee, I’m not gonna lie to you.
We finally got up and went inside and thankfully he did offer to buy my Icee, which I thought was kind of a plus in his favor. I struggled to get my straw open and then I heard a bit of a commotion. I looked up at him, and his face was like he had just seen a ghost. He was trying to stop some girl from creating a scene. I heard him call her baby and suddenly I realized he had a girlfriend. Go figure.
She started pointing her finger in my face and calling me names. Eventually she got everyone around involved yelling, “HEY EVERYONE, THIS GIRL IS A HOMEWRECKING WHORE!” And then she grabbed my Icee and threw it in my face. I was humiliated; I felt like one of those stupid kids from Glee. It was so cold and so thick; it immediately got all over my glasses. I asked the guy I was with to help and he muttered something like, “I’m actually really sorry but I gotta go...” and then I heard him chase her in the other direction.
I stood there, shocked. Alone and shocked. I tried to feel for the wall or a counter or something when I heard a light laugh.
“Hey, it looks like you need help. I’m gonna grab your arm and help you get cleaned up, is that okay?” I nodded and suddenly he was leading me. I heard a door open and he yelled, “Guy in the girl’s bathroom coming through. Not a weirdo, just helping someone.” He walked me to what felt like the sink and started handing me some paper towels for my face. “That was pretty brutal. How’re you doing?” He gently asked me.
I shook my head and shrugged before he said, “I’m going to take your glasses off to clean them with my shirt. Is that okay?” I hesitated before I heard him say, “My little sister has glasses and I know if you don’t clean them with the right fabric, it could scratch them. Your clothes are covered in sugar water and ice and these paper towels are really cheap... I don’t think that’ll help you...” I laughed and nodded, feeling him gently remove my glasses from my face. I wiped all the ice off, trying to avoid getting the syrup in my eye even though there was already mascara and eyeliner floating around in there.
I wrung out my shirt and used a bunch of paper towels to get the liquid out of my hair. I looked at him and, because my eyesight is so bad, he just seemed like a tall blur. “That’s better,” I heard him whisper before placing my glasses back on the bridge of my nose. I blinked a few times and saw his face. He had a buzz cut and a square jaw and honestly, the prettiest face I had ever seen on a boy in real life.
And then suddenly I realized, it was RAFE CAMERON standing in front of me. I had seen him around school, and I had always wanted to climb him like a tree but I was never really on his radar. I wanted to pretend I didn’t know him. Wanted to pretend I was maybe someone cooler or better than I normally was. And then I remembered I was just standing there staring at him, so I started trying to thank him when he started talking to me.
“So, I’m assuming that was one of your friends back there,” he joked, leaning up against the sink and crossing his arms.
“Oh yeah, her and I go way back. Besties actually,” I joked, ringing my hair again into the sink. I saw myself in the mirror and realized I looked pathetic. My hair was already frizzing; my makeup was all over my face and my clothes were damp with red and blue. I sighed, “You know, all I really wanted from today was to drink an Icee and watch Daniel Craig be sexy as hell. I didn’t even get a sip of that Icee before she chucked it at me. And that guy? He just left me there. Can you believe that? He was the worst, actually... Just really boring...” I started mumbling to myself. “I’m sorry, I’m rambling. Thank you.” I turned to look at him. “For your help, you know... thanks.”
“You need to choose better dates, girl.” He said before smirking at me.
I smirked back, “Oh yeah? And how does one simply ‘choose better dates’?”
He took a step closer to me, wrapped his finger through the belt loop of my jean skirt and said, “I’ll show you.” He took my hand and led me to the ticket counter. He bought us two tickets to Skyfall and then bought two Icees before leading me to the theater. We walked all the way upstairs to the back of the theater and sat down. He put my straw in my Icee and then held it out for me to take a sip. I smiled before making eye contact with him and putting the straw in my mouth. He smirked and nodded, watching me drink. I pulled away and wiped my mouth, never once looking away from him. The lights started to dim, and I watched the light from the screen illuminate his face.
He was so hot that it almost took my breath away. I felt myself get a little wet and leaned in closer to his face. He stared back at me, and I watched as his eyes darted around my face. At first, I felt like he was looking for something but after a bit I sort of felt like he was admiring the way that I looked, almost like he was studying me. His eye contact got softer and I watched his gaze linger on my lips. He leaned in and kissed me, putting his hand on my cheek. Our lips needed no time to get to know each other, it was amazing. Suddenly his tongue was in my mouth, and mine was in his and it was perfect.
And, now I don’t know if you’ve watched Skyfall but it opens with a classic James Bond credit scene and Adele is singing her beautiful little heart out and the vibes were up.
We finally came up for air as the song ended and then he smirked, getting out of his seat and getting on his knees in front of me. I looked down at him and watched him kiss around the hem of my skirt before he started kissing the inside of my thighs. I gasped lightly and bit my lip before he looked up at me. He slowly slid my underwear off and put them in his back pocket, smirking at me before going back to kissing up my thighs. He kissed and licked and hit all the right spots, clearly a pro.
I put my hands in his hair and leaned my head back, about to burst at the seams. I started shaking and squirming before I whispered, “Don’t stop.” The orgasm was so good and so intense, I had to bite my own hand so I wouldn’t scream. I looked down and saw that he was still looking up at me, wiping his lips. He leaned up and gently kissed my lips before sitting back down next to me. I breathed heavily and looked over at him.
He smirked and nodded before leaning in to whisper, “Now, watch Daniel Craig and drink your Icee.”
Let me tell you, to this day, I still couldn’t tell you what Skyfall was about. Even right now writing this, even just hearing that Adele song, I instantly get wet thinking about the whole thing. The movie ended and the credits rolled and he looked at me. I watched him look all around my face again before he smiled and stood up. He took my underwear out of his pocket and then slid it up my legs and back onto my body. I lifted myself up lightly to help him get them over my hips, never once breaking eye contact. He held out his hand to help me stand up before leaning in like he was going to kiss me.
“Now, that is the kind of date guys should be taking you on.” He smirked before taking my hand and leading me down the stairs and back out into the lobby. He intertwined his fingers with mine and led me out into the parking lot before turning to look at me. I took a step forward and kissed him harder than I had ever kissed anyone. I needed more of him. I needed all of him. He walked me backwards until I was pinned up against the brick siding of the movie theater. We sucked face for who knows how long but it was incredible. It felt like he and I had been doing that for years.
He was kissing up and down my neck, grabbing my tits, groaning lightly. But then the theater security guard came over and told us we couldn’t do that there, so we had to move. We walked away from the building before turning to laugh with each other. He did that face examination thing again before asking me if I wanted to get a drink with him. “You could drive yourself to the bar, it’s right down the street. Or if you come with me, I can drive you back to your car later.”
I smirked and told him I wanted to drive with him. He walked me to his car and opened the door for me. He walked to the other side and hopped in before turning to look at me. “I’m Rafe, by the way.” He chuckled a little, extending his hand out for me.
I smiled and shook his hand before saying, “Abby.”
He smiled before putting the keys in and turning the car on. He started driving before I leaned over and started kissing his neck, licking here and there. I put my lips lightly around his earlobe before putting my hand on his thigh. I started rubbing and heard him start breathing heavier. I unzipped his pants and took his hard dick out. I kissed the side of his lips before leaning down and putting his dick in my mouth.
I sucked and licked and heard him moaning. He started gently getting the hair away from my face so he could watch me. I licked up the shaft, looking up at him and saw his eyes darken before whimpering a little. He looked back at the road before I watched his eyes slightly roll back in his head.
He quickly opened his eyes back up and looked down at me again, “Where did you come from, oh my god...” He tightened his jaw and started to shake a bit. I felt him rush to pull the car over. He picked my head up and started to kiss me. He turned the car off before getting out quickly. He slid across the hood before whipping my door open.
“I need you right now,” he smirked, leaning my seat back. He reached down and ripped my underwear off before hopping on top of me. Our tongues danced before I leaned down and put him inside of me. He gasped into my mouth and suddenly we were fucking. Hard. He was aggressive in the gentlest way and it felt amazing. His thrusts were deep and fast and suddenly; I was out of my body. It was the best feeling I had ever felt. I couldn’t believe it. I was having an orgasm. He got me to finish using just his penis.
I was screaming and shaking and scratching my nails down his back. It was the sexiest moment of my entire life. I couldn’t believe no one had never made me feel that way. I thought maybe I just didn’t work like that. Rafe breathed heavily on top of me before pulling out and scooting back into the driver’s seat. I couldn’t get my body to stop shaking.
He looked over at me and smirked before taking a deep breath and saying, “Well, we definitely have to do that again.” And I couldn’t agree more.
His parents were really rich, and they lived in the biggest house I had ever seen. The next time Rafe and I saw each other, he had invited me over for ‘Netflix and chill.’ We made out all over the house while he gave me the tour.
When we finally got to his room, he started trying to show me the view from his window, but I shushed him before kissing his ear and whispering, “I want you inside of me.”
He spun around, his eyes darkening in that sexy way again. He kissed my lips before licking and biting up and down my throat. He pushed me backwards toward his bed before taking off his shirt. He helped me take off my shirt and then I watched his eyes dart around my chest, admiring me again. He smiled before leaning down and kissing around my neck and my shoulders and then around my boobs. He looked up at me before I sat up to take my bra off. I threw it on the floor and watched his eyes light up; they were an incredible shade of blue. It felt like looking directly into the ocean.
He leaned me back before putting his mouth on one of my nipples. I moaned and saw that he was looking up at me. I looked down and watched him lick around my nipples, sucking here and there. My body was on fire and my vagina started to feel really tight and wet. I needed him inside me; the feeling was overwhelming. I started unzipping his pants and helped him get out of his boxers. I watched him open up the drawer in his nightstand and he grabbed a condom before sliding it on to his dick.
He took a deep breath and looked down at my face before whispering, “Hey, look at me.” He put his hand under my chin and tilted it so I could see him. He had this gleam in his eye, it was beautiful. And then, slowly, he was inside of me. We both gasped and then he was slowly moving his hips, watching me closely. I put my hands on his sides and started trying to get him to go faster. He chuckled a little and went, “Damn girl, chill,” before kissing my lips.
His tongue found mine and they were dancing again as he started thrusting himself deeper and deeper. It was like he knew I wouldn’t break. It was like he knew what my body needed. He turned us over, so I was on top and suddenly, I felt the need to perform. I wanted to fuck him. I knew he thought about me a certain way and I wanted to prove to him that that’s who I was. I wanted to be that cool girl who fucks.
I started riding him and riding him and his eyes were closed and he was moaning. He kept saying “oh my god” and putting his hands on my waist. I needed him to cum more than I had needed anything else in the world. I started going faster and faster and he was starting to whimper. It felt life changing. He started saying he was about to cum.
“Hey, look at me,” I moaned, looking down at him. He opened his eyes and looked up at me before smirking.
“I’m gonna cum.” He moaned, maintaining eye contact with me. I just want you to know, dear reader, that this was officially the hottest moment of my entire life. I started having an orgasm just based on how intense and sexy the whole thing was. And then we were both panting and squirming and gasping. I sat there for a moment to let him recover, before sliding to lay next to him in his bed.
We laid there for a bit, trying to catch our breaths and smiling at each other. He turned on his side, looking at me to trace my face with his finger. “You’re amazing, did you know that?” He asked, his gaze softening a bit. I went to say something, but he kissed my lips gently.
“Well, you’re no Daniel Craig, but you’ll do,” I joked, sneering at him and laughing. He started making little jokes and started pretending to tickle me before he wound up on top of me again. We kissed and suddenly I was wet and wanting him again. We spent the rest of the day fucking and talking and laughing and cumming and it was perfect.
We started doing that more and more and it was like we were on our own sexy, little island. His giant house was always empty, so we always had a new place to chill when we were together. We’d smoke weed together in the window nook in his room. We’d cuddle together on the giant couch in his living room. We’d fuck on the giant couch in the other living room. We’d take naps together in the sunroom. He’d cook for me and we’d always wind up fucking on the floor next to the stove.
Our chemistry was insane. We were always touching, always flirting. Everything he did fascinated me and I felt myself studying him like a painting sometimes. I couldn’t believe he was a real person. I couldn’t believe that he wanted me of all people. He felt incredibly out of my league but damnit if his eyes didn’t sparkle when he looked at me. I think, to this day, he might’ve been the most attractive person I had ever seen in real life.
About two months in to this, he heard me on the phone with Tina talking about my birthday coming up and he asked me what I was doing. I told him that my parents were out of town for a few days and that we were going to be celebrating my birthday and that if he wanted to be, he was invited.
He smiled and put his hands around my waist, pulling me closer and then squeezing my butt. “A birthday party, huh? Like candles and cake and party hats; that kind of thing?”
I laughed and held his face, “I don’t know about party hats but...”
He cut me off, shaking his head, “If there aren’t any party hats, count me out for sure.” He laughed and kissed my lips gently. He pulled back and looked in my eyes, bending a little so we could make better eye contact. “I’ll be there.”
And he was. That Saturday rolled around and we were all at my house. I was so excited to see all my friends, but I think deep down we all know I was really just wondering if Rafe would show up. None of my friends actually believed me when I described him as “sex on legs” and I was excited to kind of show him off.
An hour or so passed when I saw Tina bringing Rafe out into the backyard, where we were all smoking and drinking under the Edison lights Tina decided to hang up for me. Rafe saw me right away and his face instantly softened. I smiled at him and watched him talk with Tina and the others for a while, joking and laughing with them like they’d been friends for years.
I finished my cigarette and left the group. I watched him excuse himself and meet me halfway. His hands were behind his back, but he leaned down a little to kiss me.
“You’re here.” I said, softly, smiling a little. I watched his eyes dart around, looking over every inch of my face, maybe trying to figure out if I was happy to see him or not. He looked like a puppy.
“Of course I am, girl. And I brought,” he showed me he had been hiding a small box wrapped in birthday wrapping paper in one hand, and two party hats in the other. We both started laughing as he helped me put mine on before putting his on. “There. Now it’s a real party.” He smirked before pulling me close and kissing me. I felt the world around us disappear. He really had a way of making me feel like I was the most important person in the world to him.
I pulled away and pretended like I wanted him to stop kissing me so I could open my present. He started blushing a little before saying, “I really didn’t know what to get you, so I hope it’s okay...” I pulled the paper off and looked at it. It was a DVD copy of the movie Skyfall. I looked up at him with the biggest smile on my face. I stood on my tip toes and gave him a small kiss before thanking him.
“You really didn’t need to get me anything. This is very sweet though, thank you.”
He blushed again, looking down at his feet. “Who shows up to a birthday party without a present? You deserve a present.” He then looked back into my eyes before smirking and leaning in to whisper in my ear. “Plus, I know you didn’t really get a chance to watch it so...” His breath sent shivers throughout my body and all I wanted to do was take my clothes off and climb on him.
The rest of the night, I introduced him to all my friends, and we had a great time. He was great at beer pong and was humble enough to know he sucked at Cups.
Toward the end of the night, I had to start stepping away here and there to say goodbye to people as they left. No matter who I was talking to, no matter where I was, I could feel his eyes on me. Whenever I’d look, he’d be smirking at me, his eyes gleaming. It was so unbelievably hot. I needed him inside me.
Even though it was my party, I decided to leave.
I can’t remember who I was talking to, but I left them, walked up to Rafe, pulled him upstairs to my childhood bedroom and attacked him with my lips. I ripped his shirt off and kissed all over his chest, getting on my knees.
He breathed heavily and watched me unbutton his pants and slide them down. I looked up at him while I kissed his thighs a few times before licking up his chest. I watched his eyes darken as he breathed heavier and heavier. He helped me stand up, mumbling something like “you’re so fucking hot,” and then he had me shoved up against the wall. He held me up by my butt and pulled me in so close, it was like we were becoming one person.
I felt his tongue in my mouth, and started sucking on it. He moaned and ran me over to the bed, ripping my jeans off and kissing around my belly button. He looked up at me as he slowly slid my underwear off, making sure his fingertips grazed every inch of my skin. I put my hands in his hair and watched him, excitedly. Thankfully we had both gotten used to each other’s bodies and knew exactly what the other one liked so the second his mouth was anywhere near my vagina; we were off to the races.
With his face buried deep between my thighs, he reached up and started squeezing one of my boobs. I held his hand there and made him squeeze it tighter, moaning. He knew where I wanted his tongue and where he needed to linger. He was also perfect for me in the way that, he was a loud moaner. Like even when he was just going down on me, he’d moan and pant and let me hear him.
I pulled his head up and he came up gasping and smirking, locking eyes with me. I pushed him down on the bed before putting his beautiful, hard dick in my mouth. Again, I knew what he wanted and he was like putty in my hand. After a little bit, he pulled me up and kissed me so passionately, it almost took my breath away. He panted in my ear, “What do you want me to do to you?”
I looked at him and smiled, moaning that I wanted him to fuck me from behind. Without even skipping a beat, I was flipped over and he was inside me. He had the perfect balls to penis ratio so when he was thrusting away, his balls would hit my clit. It was pure ecstasy. I absolutely loved having sex with him. And when we were together like that, he always acted like he was in the desert, and I was the last glass of water. It was perfect.
After we both came, we laid together naked in my bed. He kept pointing at things around my room and asking me to explain them to him. His skin was glowing; I had never seen him so happy before. It was beautiful.
We’d always gone to the same school, but our circles were very different. On the off chance I ever saw him around the Academy, he only ever seemed really angry or really coked up. If you would’ve told me even just last year that I’d eventually have Rafe Cameron giggling in my bed, I would’ve thought you were nutso.
He caught me staring at him and blushed a little, “What are you looking at?” He pretended to punch my arm.
I blushed back, “I’m glad you’re here.” I bit my lip, worried maybe I’d exposed too much of myself.
He smirked and looked me up and down, “Oh yeah?” He turned on his side and smiled at me, holding his head up with his hand. I shoved him and told him to shut up. He pulled me in close and lightly kissed my lips, closing his eyes. “I’m glad I’m here too. It’s cool you let me crash your birthday party. I had fun with your friends...” he stopped talking and seemed to get lost in thought. “I’d want you to meet my friends but they’re kinda intense.”
I playfully shoved him again, “I know your friends, dummy. We go to the same school.”
We laughed and he turned to lay on his back, looking up at the Zac Efron poster from Hairspray I had hanging above my bed. “I know they’re jerks but, you know, I grew up with them. I never really thought about them until I had to start introducing them to girls, y’know...”
I nodded and didn’t say anything. Rafe never talked about his life or the people in it and I never knew what questions to ask. We were still kind of fresh, and I was still trying to pretend I was cool around him. He was opening up without me having to ask? Okayyy let’s go. I wanted to know everything about him. I wanted to know the inner workings of his mind. I wanted all in.
“I know they just kind of party but... I don’t know. I like being around them kinda. They don’t really expect anything from me, y’know? Like my dad, my family... they always expect something and most of the time it’s... I don’t know, something I can’t really give them for some reason. But the guys, they’re easy. I can kind of... just vibe, I guess... Sorry, I didn’t mean to say all of that...” He sat up abruptly like he was going to leave.
He rubbed his head and tried to look for his pants, but I sat up and put my hand under his chin, redirecting his attention toward me. I kissed him and felt him sort of breathe me in; he leaned into me like he was melting. He rested his forehead on mine and smiled at me. “Thanks...”
“For what?” I whispered, leaning up to kiss him on the forehead.
“For letting me share this beautiful view with you, man alive.” He laughed and laid back down, pointing up at Zac on the ceiling. “Where does one even get a poster that size?”
I laughed and laid down next to him, “I used to be really close with the guys at Blockbuster...”
“Oh yeah? I bet you were, you little hussy.” He laughed and started pretending to tickle me before leaning down to kiss me gently. After that, we spent the rest of the night flirting and kissing and laughing and then eventually sleeping.
Next morning, I woke up early to clean the house and kick out any stragglers from the party. I got out of the shower and walked into the kitchen to see Rafe awake and eating Poptarts while some bread was in the toaster.
I smiled, “Hey good morning, hot stuff.” I kissed him and slapped his butt. He laughed and grabbed the toast as it popped up. He took a bite of one and put one on a plate before handing it to me.
“I made breakfast,” he laughed. “Also, I hope it’s okay that I’m eating these Poptarts. Rose stopped buying them and I completely forgot they exist.”
I sat down at the kitchen island and laughed, “That’s what my dad eats for breakfast every morning.”
Rafe laughed and sat down next to me, “Oh yeah? I bet my dad would be a lot nicer if this was his breakfast. You know, as opposed to his normal breakfast which consists mostly of cigars and greed.”
I didn’t know how to respond. He never talked about his dad. I’d only ever seen Mr. Cameron out at restaurants or around town and he honestly seemed like the most intimidating man to ever exist. I couldn’t imagine having that kind of person as a father. I could tell it gets to Rafe sometimes.
Every now and then I’d catch him being a little grumpy after talking to his dad on the phone. I wanted to say something but couldn’t really find the words. Thankfully that was the moment my alarm went off.
“Ugh and there it goes, my bat signal.”
“Ah yes,” he chuckled, “The Coastland Times awaits.” He spun my chair, so I was facing him. He pulled my chair closer to him and pulled down my tank top, kissing one of my nipples. “There’s a story that needs telling somewhere.”
I laughed, “I wish. I’m just a circulation assistant right now.”
“Whatever, I’m telling everyone you’re a reporter. My little reporter...” He said before moving his head to kiss the other nipple.
I moaned and tilted my head up to kiss him. “Say that again...” I whispered, smirking against his lips.
He pulled away a little with a slight smile on his face. “Say what?” He kissed my lips and then kissed the right side of my neck before licking up to my ear. “That you’re mine?” I moaned and nodded.
He put his finger under my chin making direct eye contact with me. He bit my lip and put his hand into my sweatpants, his finger making little circles on my clit. I gasped and leaned into his touch. He switched off between sucking on my nipples and kissing my lips forcefully. Right before I was about to start orgasming, he moaned into my ear, “You are, you know.”
I opened my eyes and panted, “What?”
He looked deep into my eyes and said, “Mine.”
My body started shaking and I started moaning and suddenly my body felt like it was on fire in direct sunlight. I was gasping and holding him so tight and all I wanted to do was scream at the top of my lungs, but in a hot way.
He pulled his hand out of my sweatpants and licked his fingers, smirking at me. Watching him lick me off his fingers made me wet and I wished we could spend the rest of the day just fucking.
“Holy shit, Rafe...” I moaned, panting like I just ran a marathon. He smiled and kissed my lips gently before spinning my chair back, so I was facing the table. I watched him finish the rest of his toast and couldn’t believe he was a real person.
Any time he touched me, my body screamed out for it. I liked watching him finger me. He’d get this really concentrated look on his face like he was really working hard for it. He’d whisper in my ear and ask me if I liked it and I did. I really did.
He helped me get ready for work, and by “helped me get ready” I mean he just watched me change and put on makeup. Again, seeing THEE Rafe Cameron in my room, watching him help me put my necklaces on, it was all so surreal.
We kissed goodbye and said we’d talk later.
The entire time I was at work, my mind was elsewhere thinking totally impure, totally inappropriate thoughts.
Any time I wasn’t with Rafe physically, I was thinking about him sexually. I was constantly replaying our trysts in my head. I’d be trying to pay attention in a meeting and then bam, I’m thinking about how good it feels when he’s inside me. I’d be trying to take notes and then bam, I’m remembering how warm his cum feels sprawled out on my belly. We were a sexual powder keg just waiting to explode.
I wound up having to stay a little late at work. At the last second, my boss told me I needed to alphabetize all five thousand requesters. By the time I got out, it was already getting dark. I hopped in the car and drove home, excited that my parents were still out of town. Thankfully, I only lived about twenty minutes from the office.
I pulled into the driveway and turned my car off, hopping out. Suddenly, my trunk door opened, and someone jumped out. I gasped and went to reach for my pepper spray before realizing it was Rafe.
“RAFE?! What are you doing here? How did you get in my car? WHEN did you get in my car?” I exclaimed, clutching my chest. “I almost had a heart attack, oh my god...”
He closed the trunk and ran up to me, holding on to my arms. “Sorry about that, I kind of needed a place to hide...”
“To hide?! From who?”
“I kinda owe Barry some money and he was looking for me earlier and...”
“Barry? What for, like, drugs?” He started blushing and looking down at his feet, mumbling something or another. “Wait, how did you get in my trunk?”
“Oh that was easy. There was a shortcut on Reddit...”
I nodded and then my heart came to a halt. “So, you were in there... the whole...” I thought about how I had been singing my heart out in my car like no one was watching, mostly because I didn’t think anyone was.
He laughed and nodded, pulling me in close. “Yeah. I didn’t realize someone could sing so loud.” I covered my face with my hands. “Hey, it’s fine. I like Fall Out Boy.”
“Oh my god....” I groaned. “I’m so embarrassed.”
He kissed the top of my head and made me look up at him, “Don’t be. It was cute. I liked hearing you like that.” We kissed and then he laughed. “But, damn girl, now I know why you can’t hear that your car needs oil.” I laughed and playfully shoved him. “No, I’m serious. Your poor Honda Fit is out here just chugging along, and you can’t hear because you’re out here Carpool Karaoke-ing.”
“Hey, sorry! My dad always does that stuff for me...” I laughed, blushing.
“Don’t worry. I got chu,” He whispered, putting his hands on the sides of my face, pulling me in. We kissed and then I remembered what had just happened.
“Wait a minute so you, what, got in my car while I was at work?”
“Yeah, your office is kind of by Topper’s house. I heard Barry was looking for me and just kind of bee-lined to you. But don’t worry, I’m not trying to ask you for money. I’ll get that all sorted.”
“You ‘bee-lined’ for me?” I asked, pulling him closer. He nodded. I opened the garage door and dragged him inside the basement. I shoved my tongue in his mouth and moaned, “I’ve been thinking about this all day.”
I pushed him down on the basement couch and made him watch as I slowly took my clothes off. He studied my face and then slowly looked up and down my body, licking his lips. I took his shirt off while he took his pants off. I sat in his lap, facing him. We kissed passionately and then I put him inside me.
We gasped together and then I slowly just rode him, using the cushions like springs. The eye contact was unmatched. I liked watching him look at me.
He looked at me like I was the only person on the planet. He looked at me like I was oxygen and he needed me to survive. I especially liked watching him look at me while we had sex. It made it all feel more real.
Sometimes we’d play little games to see who’d close their eyes first. I found out I can win when I play with his balls.
I wanted to make him cum again and again and again. His O-face was so unbelievably hot, and he simply had the best moans. I wanted this to last forever.
After we both finished on the couch, we cuddled and I listened to him talk, tracing little circles around his chest. He smelled like sandalwood and sunlight.
I couldn’t believe that he was sort of hiding from a drug dealer, but I chose to just ignore that little detail. I knew who he was when we started this and his dad was rich so the issue would probably fix itself. We never really discussed that part of Rafe’s life.
He doesn’t know that I really “knew of” him before we met and he definitely doesn’t know that the only thing I actually knew about him was that he “was really scary” and “did hella coke.” I’ve only done coke once and I really didn’t like it. It made my skin feel itchy and it made me forget how to blink. The only vices I’ve seen Rafe consume in front of me have been things like alcohol and weed and cigarettes but in all fairness, I don’t think I’ve ever really offered him anything else.
He noticed that I had started drifting off and caught my attention again, laughing and telling me that I think too much. He pulled me in closer and I felt how warm his skin was, it felt like he had been out in the sun all day. But he wasn’t an uncomfortable warm, it felt nice being near him.
We started talking about our plans for the next day and about how I’d have to drive him home at some point. We lay there in silence for a bit before he asked me if I’d stay for dinner with his family at Tannyhill. My heart started beating so fast; RAFE CAMERON WANTED ME TO MEET HIS FAMILY?!
“Do they know I’m like... not full Kook? My family isn’t that rich or anything...” I mumbled, slightly embarrassed.
“Turns out, Ward heard your name and said you come from ‘good roots’ or some shit like that, I don’t know.” He started playing with my hair and continued, “Your dad is his insurance guy or whatever, so it’s all good. You don’t need to be a Kook, it’s fine.”
I was excited and scared but mostly I was in shock. Rafe didn’t really seem like the kind of guy who brought girls home for family dinners. He also talked about me like he was expecting me to impress his dad for some reason, which was a lot of pressure.
“At least you’re not a psycho like Sarah’s latest boy toy, John B. He’s a freak and his friends are tools.” He shrugged and then smiled a little. “But I think you’ll really like Wheezie. She’s the best.”
We spent the rest of the night picking out what I was going to wear for family dinner, stopping here and there for Rafe to try on some of my clothes. He was a complete and total goofball, and it made my heart soar. You know that cute aggression thing you get with like animals and babies and stuff? I wanted to pinch his cheeks and squeeze him so tight. How could anyone think he was scary?
The next day, after getting ready and changing my clothes a hundred times, we started making moves. He put on a Fall Out Boy album and pretended to sing like I had the night before.
“You also kept doing this really cute little dance,” he mimicked me and danced in his seat.
“Okay well next time, instead of hiding in my trunk like a serial killer, just come talk to me and I can let you in my car or something, I don’t know.”
“Don’t worry, Abs. There won’t be a next time, that was just a weird misunderstanding.”
He made me pull into some auto parts store so he could buy oil for my car. Did you know you can just like, do an oil change yourself? I always thought there was like a whole take-the-car-apart situation but no, he just popped the hood open, removed something called a “dipstick” and poured it in. But not before gasping at the fact that, my car apparently had no oil whatsoever. Apparently, you’re supposed to remove the old oil before putting new stuff in, but my car didn’t have any old stuff; awesome! I watched him lean up to put the hood back down and saw a little glimpse of the skin above his jeans and couldn’t wait to lick that later.
We eventually made it to Tannyhill and it was even more menacing now that I knew Ward and Rose were in there. Before we got out of the car, he gave me a much needed pep talk and reminded me to breathe. Why was this scarier than a job interview? We walked inside and Ward was pacing around, talking to someone on the phone. He smiled and waved at me before disappearing into his office.
“Don’t worry about that. Ward’s always on the phone. Come meet Wheezie.” Rafe led me into the dining room where Wheezie was typing away on her laptop. Rafe introduced us and then said he needed to change his clothes and that he’d be right back.
I stood there awkwardly before sitting down across from her, “What are you working on?”
She sighed, “This stupid science project about bacteria culture testing. It’s gross. There’s bacteria on literally everything.” She made a face and then closed her laptop. “Rafe told me you work at the Coastland Times? Do you like it there?”
I nodded, “I do! It’s kind of a bummer though, I’m like the only girl there so it’s kind of hard to be taken seriously. I want to be a journalist when I grow up but mostly, I’m just managing the newspaper inserts, handling the subscriptions and getting coffee for everyone.”
“Sometimes I feel like the only girl here...”
“What about Sarah and Rose?” I asked.
“Sarah’s never here and Rose acts more like my dad. I don’t think she sees me like a girl, if that makes sense. She’s always buying me these frilly dresses and these expensive makeup palettes, but I don’t even know how to use them.”
“Do you want to know how to use them?” I asked.
She shrugged, “Kind of. I think that’d be cool.” She smiled and led me upstairs to her bedroom, one of the only places in the house Rafe refused to have sex in.
Her room had a lot of sunlight and was very clean. There were books everywhere and a few stuffed animals, but it didn’t really feel like an eighth grade girl’s room. She led me to her little vanity mirror desk and showed me all the makeup she had hidden in the drawer. She pulled out the chair and then brought over an ottoman for me to sit on. I asked her if she wanted to learn the more neutral colors or if she wanted to learn with more vibrant colors and she told me she didn’t have a clue what I was talking about.
I laughed and told her we’d start with the basics. I told her about foundation and concealer and used the back of her hand to show her how to apply eyeshadow.
“These are all really nice makeup brands, some of these eyeshadows are so pigmented, you don’t even really need to use a makeup brush. That comes in handy if you’re just trying to put makeup on really fast or in a car or something.”
I then told her to practice putting makeup on the way I just taught her. She was a fast learner and got the hang of it immediately. I smiled and watched her. “You’re really pretty, Wheezie. You don’t even really need any of this.”
She blushed and looked away like Rafe does when he gets bashful. I laughed and told her to keep going. She was blind like me, so I showed her how to hover near the mirror. I watched her sweep the darker brown eyeshadow across the lid and then watched her decide what color she wanted to blend it with. I was a little surprised when she chose the glittery pink color, but it suited her so nicely and made her eyes pop.
While she was using the eyelash curler she thanked me and I told her it was nothing. “Sarah used to do my makeup sometimes but she’s never around anymore. She’s always out partying with her friends and boys.”
“Yeah, that kind of sucks, I’m sorry. But sometimes, that’s something you have to do to fit in with certain people. You’ll see when you get older. It’s easy to get lost in that kind of life.”
“Do you go to parties like that?”
I laughed, “Sometimes but I’m not the kind of pretty you and your sister are so I don’t get invited to them quite as often.”
She turned to me with hope in her eyes, “You think I’m pretty like Sarah?”
“Wheezie, you’re beautiful. Full stop. If anyone ever tells you anything differently, you don’t need them in your life. Grade school is hard, kids are bullies. I’ll also beat up anyone whose mean to you, so don’t you worry.”
She laughed and finished using the mascara and turned to me and smiled. I cheered and clapped and told her she did a great job. “WOOO, go, Wheez!” And then it occurred to me, that couldn’t be her real name. “Do you like that nickname? Do you want me to call you something else?”
She laughed, “You know, you’re the first person to ask me that in a really long time. My name is Louisa but I don’t think it fits me. Wheezie is fine.” She put her glasses back on and then there was a knock.
We both turned to see Rafe standing there, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed. He had the biggest smile on his face.
“Wheez, are you putting on makeup?!” He asked, walking in and leaning down to look at her face.
“Isn’t she a smoke show?!” I exclaimed, clapping again.
“Rose is gonna love this,” Rafe laughed.
Wheezie pushed him and blushed, “Shut up, Rafe.”
We sat up there together for a while, laughing and listening to Wheezie talk about her science project. Watching Rafe with her was kind of sweet. I could tell he was very protective of her and that he genuinely thought she was funny. They were both beaming at each other and it was a sight to behold. Rafe had a smile that could light up the world. And when he smiles really, really big, he gets these cute little dimples. I just wanted to hug him.
We eventually all wandered downstairs when it was time for dinner. Ward was still on the phone somewhere in the house, but Rose was there at the head of the table. She was beautiful and she seemed really nice. She was really interested in my job and whether or not I was interested in going to college next year. I told her about the schools I had visited and that I was looking to study Broadcast Journalism.
“Broadcast Journalism, huh? Isn’t that kind of a dying profession?” I heard someone say from the kitchen. It was Ward. He came in and kissed Rose on the top of her head and then sat down at the table.
“Dad,” Rafe mumbled, looking down at his lap.
I laughed, “No it’s okay. He’s not wrong. It’s dying but I don’t think it’s dead yet. It’s definitely going through a painful and structural transformation, that’s for sure. The Coastland has already had to get rid of a lot of people since I started working there...”
“How’d you start working there?” Ward asked, putting some salad on his plate and handing the bowl to me.
“I, uh, just applied, I guess.” I answered, putting some salad on my plate and handing the bowl to Rafe.
“Oh, you didn’t, have a connection or anything?” Rose asked, taking a sip of her wine.
“No, I just, I wrote for my grade school’s newspaper and then started writing for the high school newspaper and thought I’d give it a shot at The Coastland.”
“Wow, you hear that, Rafe? She had a passion and she stuck with it and is trying to turn that into a career.” Ward said, sarcastically. I watched Rafe bite the inside of his cheek and tighten his jaw.
“Ward, can we not...” Rose sighed, taking another sip.
Wheezie went to start talking when Ward interrupted her, “Are you wearing makeup?” His tone made it seem like this maybe was not okay and I got scared that maybe I had gotten her in trouble.
Rose perked up, “Doesn’t she look pretty? Abby did it for her.”
“Actually, Wheezie did it all by herself. She’s a natural.” I smiled.
“Wheezie, you did such a good job! You look great!” Ward exclaimed, shaking her shoulder proudly. I took a deep breath and realized that my initial impression of Ward remained the same: he was incredibly intimidating.
The rest of the dinner went by smoothly, more or less. Ward found little ways here and there to undermine Rafe or belittle him but I managed to just take Rafe’s hand under the table and give him little squeezes. His palm was sweaty, but I didn’t care. I’d see him start to get a little worked up, I’d squeeze his hand and he’d take a deep breath before smiling at me.
After dessert, Ward said he needed to finish up a work call. He told me it was nice to meet me and then he was off. Rafe told me he needed to talk to his dad really quick and that he’d be right back. I heard Rose sigh and then pour more wine into her glass. Us girls chatted for a little bit longer before I told Rose I’d be happy to help her with the dishes.
It wound up just being me and Wheezie doing the dishes but that was fine. Rafe was right, I really did like her. She was quirky and fun and way smarter than most kids her age.
I started hearing shouting coming from the other room and turned to go toward it, but Wheezie took my arm and shook her head, “Don’t.” I hesitated but decided I wanted to try to listen a bit.
I inched closer and closer to Ward’s office until I could hear him and Rafe arguing. The shouting was muffled but it seemed intense.
“Rafe, I don’t know why you think bringing some girl here is going to suddenly convince me that you’re somehow a serious guy all of a sudden.” I heard Ward yell.
“She’s not some girl, Ward.” I heard Rafe say, angrily.
“Oh Rafe, I can’t do this right now. You need to man up and start doing something with your life, for god’s sakes.” Ward yelled. I started hearing footsteps, so I tiptoed back into the kitchen where Wheezie was waiting.
“Told you,” she sighed, going back to putting the dishes in the dishwasher.
“I imagine that happens a lot...” I said, rinsing off another plate and handing it to her.
“Try always.” Wheezie said, sounding sad.
I heard fast, loud footsteps and suddenly Rafe was in the kitchen, trying to regain composure. “Hey, there are my girls.” He leaned in the doorway, pretending to smile at us.
Wheezie put the last dish in the dishwasher and closed it, turning to me. “I gotta go finish my homework but thanks for hanging out with me.”
I smiled at her, “Anytime, Wheezie. I’ll be back soon.” She left the kitchen, but not before giving Rafe a supportive pat on the shoulder.
He walked up to me and bit his lip, “Can we go upstairs?” I nodded and took his hand. He led me upstairs and then opened one of his bedroom windows. He offered me his hand and I took it, letting him lead me out onto the roof.
He lit up a joint and we smoked together in silence for a bit.
I heard him start breathing faster and then he turned to look at me, “Sorry about dinner. Ward is...” I watched him start picking at his nails and I took his hands and started kissing them.
“Rafe, you don’t have to apologize for anything. I’m here.”
I watched a smile crawl across his face, “Yeah, you are, aren’t you? It was nice watching you with Wheezie today.”
I smiled back at him, “Oh I just love her. She’s gonna be my new best friend.”
We started joking around and laughing and smoking and the glow in his skin was back. I started pointing around at places in his giant backyard and asked him to tell me stories about what it was like to grow up at Tannyhill.
Eventually, after the joint was long gone, Rafe slowly guided me back inside his room. We stood by the open window, staring at each other. He pulled me close and started gently dancing with me. There wasn’t any music, but we danced and listened to the sounds of the cicadas and the crickets. The sounds of summer.
Eventually, he started kissing my arms and my shoulders and my neck and my cheeks. He even kissed my eyelids. It was romantic as hell. We gradually started removing more and more clothing and then we were dancing naked in the moonlight. It was a really sweet moment that I still think about fondly.
I felt his dick get hard against me, and I looked up at him, smiling. We started kissing each other forcefully and we somehow wound up in his bed. I made him lay on his back and started kissing all over his body, licking that patch of skin under his belly button that I saw earlier.
I put his penis in my mouth and used my tongue to make small circles at the tip. Rafe moaned and threw his head back, breathing heavily. I licked up and down the shaft before putting the whole thing in my mouth, deepthroating it. It was times like this I was happy I didn’t have a gag reflex.
He moaned my name, putting his hand on my head, gently pushing it down a little more. He started panting before yanking me up so we could French kiss, hard. He was such a good kisser. Most guys use too much tongue or they just sort of put it in your mouth and don’t do anything with it. Rafe had a technique and it was amazing. He got on top of me, kissing and biting my neck.
I reached down and put him inside me. “I’ve wanted you here all day.” I moaned, pulling him in as close as possible. I closed my eyes and let the euphoria take over.
He started sucking on my neck and thrusting deeper and deeper, panting. “You feel so fucking good...” he whimpered, grabbing my hips. “I’m gonna cum.”
I was like Pavlov’s dog. I heard him say that and immediately looked up at him. It was selfish on my part because I wanted to see his O-face. I liked being the reason he came. But I knew he also liked the eye contact, so it was a win-win.
He saw me look up at him and laughed before groaning and squirming and then finishing, loudly. He rested his forehead on my shoulder, catching his breath before rolling over and laying next to me. He grabbed my hand and squeezed it, smirking a little.
“The only thing that’s missing from here is a life-sized poster of Zac Efron above your bed.” I joked, snuggling up to him and nuzzling my head in his armpit.
“You’re so weird,” he laughed, kissing my forehead.
We laid like that for hours, talking. I felt safe with him. I never wanted to be anywhere else but right here.
