Chapter 3

CHAPTER THREE

RIPLEY – AGE 18 {QUINCY – AGE 23}

" M om! I'm going to Arizona's hou…" I open her bedroom door and there's a topless man in her bed with the sheets pooled at his waist, clearly naked. My mother is nowhere to be found. Without an ounce of surprise, I mumble. "Shit. Sorry. Where's my mother?"

She sings, "In here, sweetie." I turn and hear her voice coming from her bathroom.

She continues, "I'll be right out," as if a random man in her bed is normal. For her, I suppose it is.

She emerges from the bathroom in a tiny silk robe with a shameless smile and doesn't bother to acknowledge the naked man ten feet away from us. "Good morning. Are you ready for the big game?"

Tonight is the California high school state softball championship. We've won it the previous three years. It's a little anticlimactic at this point. It's barely even a challenge, but this is our senior year. We want to go out on top .

Arizona and I were both offered full softball scholarships to play at UCLA next year. We're so excited to be continuing our softball journey together. My heart is already onto the next phase of our lives in Los Angeles, not here for this easy-to-win game.

With minimal enthusiasm, I respond, "Yes. Thrilled. I'm heading over to Arizona's. I'll drive there with her and meet you." Mom is the coach of our team. "There's a big party tonight, so I'm sleeping at her house."

With her always cheery demeanor, she says, "Sounds good. Oh, meet my friend, Bill."

He corrects, "Phil."

"Riiight. Meet Phil."

I give him a fake smile. "Hi, Phil." I'll never see him again. No need to bother with any more pleasantries.

Mom holds up her finger for me to wait a minute and chirps, "I need to talk with you about something. Are you planning to have intercourse with Jack tonight?"

I gasp in horror at her asking this in front of her latest bedfellow. "Mom!"

"What? Bill doesn't care."

He reminds her, "Phil."

"Oh, right. Phil doesn't care. I left you a box of condoms in your bathroom. I know you have the IUD, but I want you to double up."

I grit out, "I saw the box. We don't need to discuss this right now."

"Okay, but if you're finally going to visit the flower shop, be safe."

Please tell me she did not just refer to me losing my virginity as visiting the flower shop. In front of a strange man, nonetheless. Just when I think she couldn't possibly embarrass me anymore, she never ceases to disappoint .

"Mom!"

She pulls me into the hallway and closes her bedroom door. "I'm not kidding. I want you to be safe. Trust me, an unplanned pregnancy is no walk in the park."

"I'm sorry having me was so terrible for you."

Her face softens as she softly grabs me by my shoulders and looks me in the eyes. "Having you is the single best thing I've ever done in my life. Seeing the incredible woman you've become makes up for all the mistakes I've made. But it wasn't easy. Especially those first few years. I sacrificed and worked hard for this life we have. I just don't want you to struggle like me. In life or in love."

She's never once in my life mentioned the word love in a romantic context, only that she loves me. I want to ask questions about my father. I have so many, but I know now isn't the time with Bill/Phil in the other room.

I nod. "I'll be safe. I promise."

She hugs me. "I'm so proud of you. I know you're over high school ball and ready for life at UCLA, but winning four straight state championships is something to be proud of. It's a rarity. You're a once-in-a-generation talent, my love. You're going to be in the Olympics one day. I just don't want anything or anyone to stand in your way."

I can't help but smile at that thought. It's all Arizona and I have talked about since we were little girls. "Do you really think I'm good enough to be on the Olympic team one day?"

She nods. "I know you are. You're a chip off the old block. I'll be there in the front row cheering for you." She winks. "This Canadian might even consider wearing Team USA apparel."

We giggle as she heads back to her bedroom, and I make my way out the front door.

I walk the short few blocks to Arizona's house and let myself in, as I've done for the past thirteen years. Per always, her parents don't seem to be home. I don't see her downstairs, so I make my way upstairs to her bedroom.

When I open the door to her bedroom and walk in, I see her lying in bed, dressed for the day. She's staring at the poster of superstar baseball player, Layton Lancaster, on her ceiling.

I shake my head. "You need to stop drooling over him."

She sighs. "Have you ever seen a hotter man in your life?"

Hmm, yes. Your brother, but I don't think I'll say that out loud. I lay down next to her, looking at Layton in his dark blue pinstriped Philly Cougars uniform. "He's definitely a hottie."

"I wish my brother was drafted by Philly instead of Houston. They're close in age. I bet they'd be friends." She tilts her head to the side. "I've been studying Layton's face. His chin is so square that it almost looks fake. I wonder if it's photoshopped."

"Maybe one day you'll find out by getting to sit on that square chin."

She giggles. "A girl can dream. I think I now have a square chin fetish from staring at this poster every day for the past few years."

I sigh. "I just met another Barney." Barney is the universal name Arizona and I have given to the revolving door of men in my mother's bed.

"Your mother gets more action than Layton Lancaster. Speaking of action, are you finally going to give it up to Jack? We graduate tomorrow. You said you didn't want to finish high school a virgin."

Jack and I have been dating for the past few months. We planned to have sex at prom last week, but something held me back. Someone .

I groan. "He's so sweet, but I just don't have this all- consuming need for him. He's like a teddy bear. I want to cuddle with him, not fuck him. He's too nice. It annoys me."

She lets out a laugh. "Too nice? Most women would kill for a guy like Jack to dote on them the way he dotes on you. You gave yourself this deadline, not me. Do what feels right. You shouldn't feel pressured by an arbitrary date."

She sits up. "Oh, I have good news. My brother got permission from his coach to have today and tomorrow off. He's on an airplane right now. He'll be able to see the game tonight and our graduation tomorrow before flying back tomorrow night."

"That's great. I saw he wasn't scheduled to pitch tonight or tomorrow night. I was hopeful." After two seasons in the minor leagues, Quincy is now in the majors. It's so exciting to see him play. I rarely miss a game he pitches on television. I love watching him. I secretly have his jersey and wear it to bed when I'm alone…and doing other things by myself. To myself.

Knowing Quincy could be under the same roof as me means I definitely won't be having sex with Jack. My night in the hot tub with Quincy plays over and over in my head. I know what it's like to want someone with every fiber of my being. That's exactly how I felt with Quincy that night. I wish I had sex with him, but he was freaked out after our kiss and abruptly ended the evening. I'm thankful for what we did. Saving my first kiss and orgasm for him was worth it.

I haven't seen him since. He only does daytrip visits for the holidays, never spending any real time here. Part of me thinks he's avoiding me, but the other part knows he didn't spend time here before that night. There's another reason he doesn't spend time at home. I don't know what it is.

He and Arizona talk all the time though. He flies her to Houston as much as her schedule permits but never their parents. I envy their close sibling relationship. I wish I had siblings of my own, but Arizona is like a sister to me, and our friendship means everything.

We're up two runs going into the last inning of the state championship. I haven't given up two runs in a game throughout my entire high school career, let alone one inning. I think it's safe to assume that we're about to win another title.

I look over in the stands. Jack is cheering for me like a madman. Quincy is sitting with his mother, smiling politely as they chat. Their dad is nowhere to be found. He misses everything. At least they have a dad. He makes sporadic appearances, but they eat dinner as a family before he heads back to his woodshop. Still, I would kill to have that kind of family life.

Instead, I only have a mother who teaches at my school in tight tops and short skirts. The number of jokes I've had to endure throughout my high school life is mind-boggling. I'm more than happy to put it in the past.

Quincy arrived just after the game started. If possible, he's gotten even more attractive. My heart still beats erratically when he's nearby. It always has.

Part of me hopes that if I do have sex with Quincy Abbott, I can finally move past him. He occupies too many of my thoughts. I want to have a normal, physical relationship with someone without being consumed by this need to give Quincy my firsts.

Mom grabs my arm before I head out onto the field. "Stick with the rise and the curveball."

I shake my head. "I can simply throw fastballs. These girls can't catch up to my speed. "

Her face falls. "That's lazy, Ripley. You should always be working on things. Never be content. Fastballs won't work for you at UCLA next year."

She's right. I know she is. If there's one thing in this world my mother knows, it's softball, especially pitching. She might have been a bit unconventional as a caregiver, but as a coach, she's the best. "Okay, Mom."

"Don't fuck around. Stay in the zone. No free rides."

"I got it."

We head out onto the field, and I take the mound. The first two pitches I throw are called balls. Shit. Nothing drives my mother nuts more than me falling behind in a count.

I hear her yell, "Pound the zone, Ripley."

Even behind her catcher's mask, I see Arizona smile. My mom has been saying, pound the zone , for as long as I can remember. The second we were old enough to understand the double entendre, Arizona and I began giggling every time she said it. It's our running joke.

I smile back at her, which relaxes me enough to get the job done. Nine pitches later, we win the state championship. Again .

I'm excited, I truly am, but I can't get my mind off my dream man sitting in the stands. I won't have another opportunity like tonight. I'm not letting it go to waste. I've already got a plan forming in my mind.

When the team celebration on the field dies down, the fans come to embrace us. Jack, who's a linebacker on the school football team, engulfs me in a huge hug. "You were great, babe." He kisses my cheek. "I'm so proud of you."

I give him a small smile of gratitude as I look at Quincy, who seems to be scowling at us. Jack notices my line of sight. With his arm still wrapped around me, he smiles. "Wow. Quincy Abbott. It's an honor to meet you. "

Quincy runs his fingers through his sexy scruff without giving Jack so much as a hint of a smile. "And who are you?"

"I'm Jack. Ripley's boyfriend."

I see Quincy's jaw tic. Is he jealous? I love that. I snuggle a little more into Jack just to see how Quincy reacts. Seeing his fists balling gives me the last bit of courage I need to push my plan forward. There's something electric between us. I know he feels it too.

Arizona shoves Quincy's arm. "You were the last fan to arrive at the game. You know what that means."

He scrunches his nose and then smiles. "I came all this way and you're making me play our silly game?"

"Absolutely. You know the rules."

"Hmm. Let me think. Ooh, I've got one for you. Flamingos aren't born pink. They're born gray and white." He stares at me with nothing but intensity in his eyes. "Their beauty slowly develops over time until they turn into one of the most stunning creatures on earth. Clearly, they're worth the wait."

Despite the warm, California summer night, I get chills all over my body. I look around to see if anyone else realizes that he was talking to me. They don't. Everyone seems to contemplate what he said.

Arizona shrugs. "That's a good one. I've never heard it before."

I see my mother walking over to our group. Oh hell. This is guaranteed to be embarrassing.

She smiles. "Quincy, how wonderful to see you."

He kisses her cheek. "You as well, June. You look great."

That's true. My mother is undoubtedly a beautiful woman. People say we look alike, but I don't see it. I have her hair color, her height, and some of her facial features, but she's way skinnier than I am. She tells me that I get my larger size from my father, but I've never met him, and I'm not convinced she even knows who he is. Considering the number of men she beds, I can't imagine her having a clue who my real father is. Anytime I broach the subject, she attempts to divert the topic. I've stopped trying.

I barely remember our time in Canada. My earliest memories are from the time I met Arizona and Quincy when I was in kindergarten. The day I promised Quincy all my firsts.

"Thank you." She turns to Jack and hands him something. "If you're going to tear off my daughter's maiden tag tonight, make sure you wrap it before you tap it."

Oh. My. God. She just handed my boyfriend a condom. In public.

Arizona bursts out into her unique snort-laugh. Jack looks like he wants to crawl into a hole. Quincy looks like he's going to murder someone.

A few hours later, Arizona and I are in her room, lying in her bed. I blow out a long breath. "I broke up with Jack at the party tonight."

She snaps her head to me. "What? When you guys disappeared, I thought you were having sex. I wanted to ask you about it." She grins. "I wanted to know if you used the condom your mother handed him at the game to rip off your maiden tag ."

She starts giggling.

I shake my head. "No. He's not the right one."

"Well then, I guess you're graduating a virgin."

"I suppose."

"You have to admit what your mom did tonight was epic."

"Epically embarrassing, per always."

"She means well, Rip. She just lacks the normal mom gene."

"I know. Sometimes I'm the only adult in the house. I want a mom, not a friend or even a child that I often have to take care of. Ugh, and she's such a slob. I can't go to bed at night without cleaning the house and picking up her shit."

Arizona smiles. "I love when you clean my room for me."

"You're a slob too. I'm moving from one slob to another."

"I'm so excited for UCLA. We're going to have the best four years."

"I hope so. I'm ready to get away from June St. James and her bevy of Barneys. I want to meet new people."

"Those twins from Florida seem nice. Kamryn was really funny on the phone. She's definitely a party girl."

I nod. "For sure. I'm glad we're rooming with them." I take a long breath. "Arizona?"

"Yes."

"We'll always be best friends, right?"

"Obviously. Why?"

"If I did something you didn't approve of, you wouldn't hate me forever, right?"

"Where is this coming from?" She gasps. "You're not thinking of bailing on UCLA, are you?"

"No, of course not. I'm so excited. But, if I did bail, would you hate me?"

"I could never hate you. You're family to me. I love you like a sister. But you're not bailing, right?"

We both had a lot of offers from several colleges before landing on UCLA. Some pursued me a little harder and some pursued her a little harder. We chose UCLA, in part, because they equally wanted both of us.

"I promise, I'm not bailing. "

"Good. I'm not tired. Let's watch a movie."

She smiles as we both yell, " Top Gun ," at the same time and then giggle. We've watched it no less than a thousand times throughout the years.

The movie plays, and I watch her eyelids grow heavy. With Quincy right down the hallway, there's no chance of me falling asleep.

I wait a few hours. Once I'm confident Arizona is in a deep slumber and everything is quiet in their parents' bedroom, I quietly slip out of her room.

I tiptoe down the hallway and slowly open Quincy's door. Despite the darkness, I can see him in his bed, on his back, wide awake. His blue eyes take me in as the blankets sit just below his waist. He's not wearing a shirt and his hands are under his head. He's the most gorgeous man in existence.

He's bulked up since he was drafted two years ago. His biceps are bulging, and his abs don't seem to have an ounce of fat. His sexy hair is messy, hanging over his forehead, and now he has chest hair too. Quincy Abbott is a god among men.

In his deep voice, he grumbles, "I knew you'd come to me. I could feel it in my bones."

I wordlessly nod as I close the door and make my way to his bed.

He stares at me. "Saving your firsts for me. You mentioned it that night in the hot tub. I didn't think much of it at the time, but I've thought of it often since. It goes back to the day we met, right? When I told you that you owed me all your firsts."

I nod again. "Yes."

"This isn't exactly what I meant though I frankly don't know what I intended at the time. I was ten."

"It doesn't matter. I've saved them all for you because that's what I wanted to do. I want you to have them. No one else. "

"What about Jack? Arizona said you've been dating for months. Your mother certainly seemed onboard."

I shake my head. "No. Not tonight. Not ever. I broke up with him a few hours ago. I need it to be you, Quincy. That's what I want. What I've always wanted."

He gives one small nod of acknowledgment.

I start to lift the blankets to get into the bed, but he instructs me to stop. I get self-conscious, thinking he doesn't want me, but then he quickly instructs, "Take your clothes off. I want to see you. All of you."

I freeze in place. That's my worst nightmare. Exposing my body to him. I want to get undressed under the safety and cover of the blankets, where I can't be seen.

He sits up, his bottom half still mostly covered. Looking up at me, he demands, "If we're going to do this, I want to see you. I need to see you. It's all of you or nothing at all. I won't settle for anything less than every glorious inch."

His gaze is so intense. I have to look away. "I…I don't know if I can."

He takes my hand in his and waits until my eyes find his again. He gives me a reassuring nod. "I know you can. I'll go first."

He pulls the blanket off his body, revealing himself as completely naked with nothing but a very hard and exceedingly large penis. Quincy Abbott is a big man. He's a long man, standing at six feet, five inches. He wears size sixteen shoes. I suppose I was expecting a larger-than-average penis, but I wasn't expecting this much. I'm suddenly terrified.

I visibly swallow and he gives me a cocky smirk. "You'll be fine. I promise to take care of you. It's your turn, Shortcake."

My hands shake as I slowly move to place my thumbs into the waistband of my sleep shorts. Before I can muster the courage to remove them, he grabs my wrist. "May I? "

I nod. "Please." I honestly can't bear to do it myself.

He reaches into my waistband. The mere act of his fingers touching my body sends an electric current through me. He pulls down my shorts and panties together, in one slow motion. Once they're on the floor, he runs his hands up my thighs. My thighs are big, but I love that they momentarily don't seem that way in his enormous hands.

I see his breathing becoming more labored. The tip of his cock begins to glisten.

He's turned on by what he sees. I was afraid he'd be repulsed, but he's turned on by me.

That emboldens me to grab the bottom of my T-shirt and lift it over my head. I'm now standing in front of him completely naked.

No one has ever seen me completely naked before. No man, no saleswoman, not Arizona, no one. Another first belonging to him.

His eyes and hands continue the slow path up my body until his fingers stop at my breasts, cupping them and teasing my nipples with his thumbs in the process. His eyes then meet mine. "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."

I don't know if he means it or not, but right now, I want to believe him, so I do. The lust I see in his eyes tells me that he means it.

I bend my head until our lips meet, craving that connection. We've only kissed once, and it was two years ago, but it's somehow immediately familiar and comfortable.

His lips, his tongue, his taste. They both soothe and excite me at the same time.

I smile into his mouth and mumble, "I nearly forgot what a good kisser you are."

He smiles back into mine. "You're about to learn that I'm good at everything. "

Our lips lock again as he kisses me voraciously. He continues moving his fingers all over my body, lighting me up in a way I've never felt. His hands immediately find my ass, again bringing me back to our first kiss when he practically worshiped it. My fingers dive into his sexy hair, running through his long curls.

If I only have this one night, I want everything. Every first I've saved for this perfect man.

I break the kiss and run my lips down his gorgeous body until I fall to my knees in front of him, between his legs.

I look up at him. "Tell me what to do. What you like."

He nods. "Grab the base."

I tentatively move my fingers until they're wrapped around him. It's so smooth, thick, and hard. I can feel the veins popping out like they're ready to burst.

Holy shit. I'm touching Quincy Abbott's penis. It's shameful how much I've thought about it throughout the years.

He runs the backs of his fingers lovingly over my cheek. "Explore me with your tongue. Lick your way around until you're ready to slip him between your lips. Take your time. We're in no rush. There's nothing you can do with your mouth that I won't like."

I nod eagerly as my tongue slides out, and I lick the tip first, tasting the saltiness leaking out. That tastes better than I had imagined. And it's so warm. I wasn't expecting that.

I then glide my tongue up and down a few times until I work my way to his balls. Am I supposed to do something with these things?

As if reading my mind, he says, "It's up to you. Everything you're doing feels good."

I want to give him everything. Wetting them with my tongue swirling around them at first, I eventually suck them into my mouth. They taste so…manly.

He hisses and fists the sheets as if he's trying to control himself. I think those are good things.

After giving them a bit of attention, I move back up to the tip. I look up at him as I wrap my lips around him and lower my mouth onto his length.

His jaw slackens. "Good. Now move your hand and mouth in unison. Take it as deep as you can into your throat. You'll have to relax. There's no better sound than that of a woman choking on my cock."

I do as he instructed until I feel him hit the back of my throat. I gag a bit but keep going, desperate to be good at this. If he wants me to choke on him, I will.

He grabs me by the hair and begins to thrust his hips. I've seen men do that to women in porn. I'm doing everything I can to imitate what I've watched. He seems like he's enjoying it. I'm loving the look of ecstasy on his face right now as he pushes himself into my mouth over and over. I'm shockingly loving him pulling my hair while I do this.

After just a few minutes he suddenly pulls me off him. For a moment I'm afraid I did something wrong, but that's clearly not the case.

He lifts me by the arms until I'm standing. "I don't want this to end too quickly. Get into bed. On your back. Spread your legs so I can see what sucking my cock did to your pussy. I want to taste you too."

Is this dirty talk? If it is, I think I'm into it.

I swallow hard as I lay down on the bed and slightly spread my knees apart. He climbs over me until he's situated between my legs. I can feel his long hardness lying heavily on my stomach, but I'm more focused on the fact that our bodies are touching skin to skin for the first time. I have no words for the way it feels to finally have Quincy's body on mine with nothing between us. I could lie like this forever.

We stare at each other, savoring the moment. He slowly runs his hands up the side of my body, as if he's committing it to memory. As if this moment means nearly as much to him as it does to me. I know it doesn't, but I'm going to pretend for the briefest of moments that Quincy Abbott feels for me the way I feel for him.

He peppers kisses down my throat, chest, and stomach until he eventually slides down enough so his face is staring directly between my legs. He spreads them as wide as they can go, pinning my thighs to the bed. I feel so exposed like this, but the look on his face is pure bliss. It sends a ripple of heat up my body and a shot of liquid lust to my core.

He runs his nose through my pubic hair several times before, finally, loudly inhaling me. "I've been dreaming about what your pussy looks and smells like for two years. So pink. Strawberry Shortcake through and through." He then licks where no man has ever licked before. "Hmm. And now I know all of you tastes like strawberries too."

Holy hell. That might be the greatest sensation in existence. I pray he does it again. And again.

He looks back up at me. "I know the first time you came was with me. What about since then?"

I bite my lip, a bit embarrassed as I admit, "Only by myself."

He smiles before pulling my lips apart and sinking his long, thick tongue back into me. My eyes flutter. Oh. My. God. This is the best thing I've ever felt in my life.

He licks through me several times before settling on my clit, circling his tongue around it over and over. He's like a viper with the speed of his tongue on me. I have to grip the sheets and bury my mouth in my shoulder to keep the moans at bay.

My nerve endings are being brought to life in a way I never knew existed. I've lost complete control over my sense of awareness. The world could stop right now, and I wouldn't notice. This house could burn down around us, and I'd still beg him to keep his tongue in place.

The pleasure he's giving my body is unimaginable. But when he sinks his fingers inside of me, I start to float. Or, at least, that's what it feels like.

I moan, "Oh god, Quincy. So good."

He looks up. His lips are glistening with my arousal. "Shhh. Grab a pillow and yell into that when I make you come harder than you've ever come in your life."

As soon as his tongue touches me again, I know I'm seconds away from learning the truth of his statement. I've made myself come countless times in the past two years, mostly to thoughts of him doing this very thing to me, but none have felt like this. The buildup is otherworldly.

His fingers curl inside me. I quickly grab a pillow and cover my face with it as my whole body goes numb and then detonates. I yell into it as my back arches, writhing uncontrollably. He does his best to keep me pinned to the bed, but every inch of me shakes and convulses.

After several long minutes, the best minutes of my life, the pleasure begins to fade away. I wish I could feel like that forever.

I'm so…so…satisfied. My body is limp. Every single part of me. I could die happy right now.

Quincy licks up my body until his mouth reaches mine for a deep, hard kiss. I can taste myself on him. Is that what most people do? I have no idea. There's not a lot of this in porn, but I don't care. I want this kiss to last forever. I run my tongue over his. There's something so erotic about tasting me in his mouth. I might be addicted to this.

He breaks the kiss, sits up on his knees, reaches into the drawer in the table next to his bed, and grabs a condom. Oh shit. In my euphoric state, I completely forgot about that. I'm glad he has one.

I watch as he tears the wrapper open and rolls the condom on his length. It doesn't even go all the way down on his long dick. How is that sucker going to fit inside me? I'm doing the physics in my head, and the math is not adding up.

He must notice the fear in my eyes. He rubs my face with his hand. "Don't worry. I'll go slow. It's going to burn at first, but you're wet and ready. I'll get it in and then wait until the pain is gone and the pleasure sets in. I promise. Do you trust me?"

I swallow as I nod. "I trust you. I want it. It has to be you. Do it."

He smiles as he lays back down on top of me. I love the way he feels and smells. He's so dominating like this.

I can feel his tip teasing my entrance. Even though I just came, I'm suddenly so turned on again. It's like my body is calling to his, begging him to enter me. Reaching for him.

Just as he pushes in the first bit, his lips take mine again. I love the way he kisses. It's wet but not too wet. There's suction but passion too. And his taste? It's everything.

I wrap my arms and legs around him. At first, I return his kiss, but then I break it so I can lock my eyes with his for this momentous occasion in my life.

His blue eyes pierce through me, straight to my soul. I've dreamed countless times of looking into them while I gave him my virtue. It's hard to believe this is my reality. I'm not dreaming. For a brief moment in time, Quincy Abbott is mine and I'm his .

His gaze lingers as he surges forward. I wince, feeling the burn. Ooh, that hurts.

"Are you okay?"

Trying to be strong, I grit out, "Keep going."

He reaches his hand down and rubs my clit with his fingers. I involuntarily convulse, still sensitive from my orgasm moments ago. It distracts me enough for him to push in a little bit more.

He squeezes his eyes shut and I grab his face, worried that I've done something to hurt him. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. You're so tight. I'm trying to maintain control. I don't want this to be over before it even starts."

The idea of him losing control excites me. I'm so happy that I waited for him. I don't want to do this with anyone else.

After a few minutes of gradually pushing inside me and a pain-pleasure push and pull, he's in. I did it. I gave Quincy Abbott all my firsts. Now I want to enjoy myself for what I know will be the only time we're together like this. This beautiful, perfect man is inside my body. It's a moment I'll never forget.

He looks down at me with lust in his eyes. He breathes, "Ripley," as if he's trying to maintain control. Trying to contain his emotions. I must misread it because it almost appears as if he's going to cry.

I can't do anything but breathe back, "Quincy," as tears fill my own eyes.

He sinks his nose into my neck and whispers, "Thank you for giving this to me. Thank you for waiting for me."

He worships my body in a way I won't come to appreciate until the next few years as different boyfriends come in and out of my life. I don't know if he felt it too, but the connection we shared was an out-of-body experience that would be near impossible to ever replicate.