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*please reply to an168729@anon.penet.fi @BEGIN_FILE_ID.DIZ Chapter 18@END_FILE_ID.DIZ Friday finally came. Ryan couldn't believe how long the day dragged on. Jen wasn't coming over until eight. His parents left at ten AM. Will and Robby left at noon. He went to the store, buying what he supposed he needed for dinner. He'd never cooked a whole meal by himself, although he was a decent cook. He spent the rest of the day in the kitchen. It kept his mind off of that night. Melissa was going to drive Jen over. Ryan had offered to pick her up but she refused. The clock dragged on. Jen spent an hour in the tub. Fortunately, her parents were out, so they didn't ask why she was all dressed up to spend the night at Melissa's. She tried to dress nice, but not too fancy. She wore a cream colored slip-like dress, with white stockings and heels. She piled her hair up into a French twist, and wore the gold earrings and necklace he had given her. She knew Ryan would freak over her. He never failed to tell her she looked beautiful. Melissa oohed and aahed, giving her various advice during the ride and demanding details as soon as they could be given. She leaned over and hugged her friend before she got out of the car. She knew Jen was lucky, she knew Ryan would be there for her. The door opened, and he stood there. His hazel eyes, which looked brown in some lights, shone absolutely green. His face broke out in a huge smile, and he looked her over. "Wow. . . " he admired. "Wow yourself." He reached for her, kissing her gently. "Come in ma cherie!" he cooed. She came into the dim house, dropping her bag and removing her new jacket. "You didn't eat dinner did you?" he asked. "No, of course not." "Good. I've cooked you a feast!" She followed him, and he spun around suddenly in the kitchen, taking her into his arms. "I love you," he whispered, kissing her. "I love you too," she whispered, nearly crying in joy. He was so perfect. "Hungry?" he asked, grinning at her. "Yeah." Taking her hand, he brought her to the dining room, which looked out of a bay window. The view was spectacular, you could see for miles around. He'd removed several leaves from the table so it was round, and small. Candles lit it. She was totally impressed, and told him so. He'd gone all out. He was a good cook too. She tried to eat as much as she could, with out stuffing herself. She nearly cried when he brought out chocolate mousse for dessert. "You're too much," she said. "Only the best for you Jen," he told her. He'd feared beforehand that they'd have difficulty making conversation during dinner, but thankfully that wasn't the case. He was still scared deep inside that she'd change her mind. He wanted this night to be perfect for her. They both were a little quiet sometimes, their minds on something else. He caught her eye several times, and gave her reassuring smiles. She ate slowly, making sure she wasn't full. It was almost nine o'clock. She started fidgeting in her seat. He noticed. He smiled at her. "Come here," he said gently. She came over, and sat on his lap. He pulled her to him, kissing her. She kissed him back. God, she was ready. She stood up, taking both of his hands and pulling him to his feet. She pulled him towards his room. In the kitchen he suddenly picked her up, and she shrieked and laughed. "Wait, wait!" she insisted. "My bag. I have to get ready!" she giggled. She took her bag into the hall bathroom, and he went into his own, brushing his teeth hurriedly. He went around his room, lighting the candles he had placed beforehand. He pulled back the covers, trying to make them look casual. Should he undress now? he thought. He undid his shirt slowly, trying to breathe deeply. He'd lied when he said he wasn't scared. What if he hurt her? What if he came right away? He realized his nervousness. God, what if I can't get it up? He moved one candle. Ryan looked up. She stood there in his dark doorway like an angel, he thought, in a white silk teddy. Her hair was loose, hanging down around her shoulders softly. She was so beautiful. Looking at her, dressed in white, he realized what a gift her love was. She was giving him her virginity. She'd never be able to give it to anyone else. He stared at her, choked up a bit, then shook his head, saying, "My lord. . . " She blushed, and he held his arms out to her. She came to him slowly. He kissed her deeply, his hands on her shoulders. Like they'd done so many times before, she undressed him slowly. They knew each other's bodies like their own practically. He rubbed her shoulders, and kissed her neck, and ears. She licked his nipples. Sitting on the side of the bed, he kicked his shoes off, pulling her on top of him while he laid back. Her hair fell around his head. He held her to him tightly, as if to never let her go, just kissing her for a long while. She knew she wanted to do it, she'd never been so sure of anything in her life. Everything had been so perfect so far, and inside the tiny part of her that was scared of the pain was drowned out by the rest of her, knowing it was right. He slid the straps of her teddy down, rubbing her back and her shoulders. She undid his fly, pulling his pants down past his hips. She held his face in her hands, then ran her fingers through his silky brown hair, kissing him still. Finally she rolled onto her back, so she was lengthwise on the bed. She slid under the covers, and he followed her. She massaged his naked body, her hands running up and down the length of his spine. Finally her hands grasped his dick, and his mouth went for her breasts. He licked her nipples, while her arm cradled his head. He'd promised her before, that when they eventually had sex, they would still do "the other stuff" she, and he, liked so much. He tried to remember that promise now. Her hand still gripped him, rubbing his precum around the tip while he gasped. His fear of impotence was not justified; he was as hard as a rock. His own hands traveled under the silk between her legs. Her leg wrapped around his hip as he fingered her. It was barely light from the few candles he had set up. But she could see his face, which reassured her all the time that it was right, and that he loved her. She held him tightly, her arms around his muscular back. Her mind was swimming, both of them were breathing hard. She ducked her head, taking him in her mouth while he gasped. She sucked him up and down, and he shivered, nearly cumming right then. He pulled her up to him, kissing her hard. He couldn't cum yet, she'd understand, he was sure, but it would ruin their momentum. He slid her teddy down off her hips, so she was as naked as him. He made love to her with his mouth, and his hands, exploring every nook of her body. He kissed her fingers, her palms, and her wrists. He kissed the length of her arm. He bent over, kissing her stomach, then crawling down between her legs. His mouth ran over her thighs, and all down her legs. Finally, he licked her clit while she moaned. His tongue played with her various folds, then licked around her clit some more. Her hand touched his face, and his eyes met hers. She reached down, pulling him up to her. He kissed her, thinking, Now? Now? She pulled him on top of her, raising her knees up around his hips. He kissed her, looking her deeply in the eye. He kissed her again softly, then looked down at the task before him. He found her hole with his finger, then placed the tip of his cock at the entrance. He'd been there before, but that time she'd pushed him away. His mind swimming, he supported himself above her on one arm, and he pushed gently. It went in a millimeter, and he still gripped it or else it might have slid down. He looked up at her, she was breathing rapidly, looking down at what was going on. She looked at him, and nodded. He pushed it in further, her tight, unrelenting skin gripping his cock. God, it was tight. It was going in, the wet skin of her cunt being pulled in along with it. He kept pushing in, and it was resisting. It's not gonna go in, he thought desperately. All the while his mind was screaming at him to thrust, thrust. . . He did so suddenly, pushing up hard . She jerked under him as her hymen tore and he pressed deeper into her. She let out a small cry, her knees sliding down. He gasped as his cock slid up into her. It's in, it's in, his brain told him frantically. It gripped him, her virgin cunt tight around him. Her eyes opened, and she bit her lip as she tried not to cry from the pain. Pain, pain, that's all she could think. Supporting himself on his elbows, he looked into her tear-filled eyes. "I'm sorry," he gasped. She shook her head. "Do you- do you want me to take it out?" he whispered. She shook her head again, pulling her to him. The fiery pain consumed her, and her whole body felt weak. But soon it began to leave, and she felt sore as he began to thrust. This tingle began to grow, and all of a sudden she didn't want him to take it out anymore, didn't want him to remove the thing that had hurt her. She closed her eyes, and just tried to concentrate on the feeling. Her knees went back up, and she slid down a bit. Resting his head on her shoulder, he pulled it out an inch, then back in again. He gasped at the sensation, he'd never felt something so intense. He fought back his orgasm. He tried to get a rhythm going, and he didn't have to try too hard as his instincts soon took over. Her breathing quickened underneath him, telling him the pain was lessening and her enjoyment heightening. It was so wet, this fantastic tight canal he was moving in and out of. The pressure mounted, like a coil being stretched out. He slowed down a few times, even stopping altogether to prevent himself from cumming. He went in and out, up and up into her. She held his head on her shoulder, feeling his heart beating rapidly. He groaned and gasped. The pressure was growing again. He moved faster, and the pressure grew. He kept going, now he didn't care about anything but the feeling. He groaned his pleasure, gasping that he was going to cum. He let out a yell as his world exploded, as he had described to her, and he shook and groaned. He gripped her shoulders, and held her tightly to him while he pumped and pumped. He shot his liquid high into her, and she squealed at the sensation. He came and came, there seemed to be no end to it. It gushed out like a geyser, and he kept moving faster and faster, expelling every last drop from him. He groaned again, the sensation so sweet, as he kept thrusting. He gasped in her ear as his orgasm finally dwindled down. He breathed heavily on her shoulder. She rubbed his back, his cock still buried in her. He kissed her deeply, then gave her a weak smile. "I love you," he whispered, his eyes glassy. She nodded, kissing him. "I love you too." "It didn't hurt too badly?" he asked hopefully. She shook her head again, and smiled. "Only for a second, and not too badly." He smiled, so happy. "Then it felt *good*!" she told him. He laughed, and held her tight. He slid out of her, rolling onto his side, still holding her to him. "You liked it?" "Yes, it felt fantastic." "I love you." "I love *you*." "Are you glad we did it?" he asked. She smiled, her eyes shining. "Oh yes. I'm so happy." He looked into her eyes. "I am glad we waited," he told her softly. "I bet it wouldn't have been this sweet if we did it right away. I know it wouldn't have been." She nodded. "Yeah, me too." "Are you sore?" he asked. "Does it still hurt?" "Why, wanna do it again?" she laughed. "Not yet!" he laughed. "Wait a minute and I sure do." "Aright." "Let me see," he suggested, moving down and pulling back the blankets so he could get a good look. She spread her legs for him, again. "Oh, it's bloody!" he cried out. He guessed he knew it'd be, though. "So are you," she pointed out. He gasped as he looked down. For a second he thought he was bleeding. "Damn," he said. "I'm sorry," he repeated. She smiled again, saying, "No. It wasn't your fault." He still felt guilty, like maybe he could have been more gentle. But he just smiled back. "Here," he said, getting some Kleenex and dabbing at her. He cleaned her up, then, looking at her wounded body part, suggested, "Let me kiss it and make it better. . . " "Please." she whispered. He only kissed her sore hole a few times, then went back up to her clit, which he licked all around. He pressed his tongue into its sides, rubbing it around. His tongue licked, and licked, and massaged her sensitive nub. She gasped. He took it in his mouth and gently sucked it, his lips pressed into her silky red skin. He pulled it out gently, still sucking. She shrieked in pleasure. He did it again, and again. She moaned. I'm gonna cum, she thought wildly, I think I'm going to. Her whole body felt delicious, like her cells were actually happy. The pressure built again, that same pressure. He kept licking and sucking while she gasped, "Oh yes!" The pressure built, and she lifted her hips up towards his mouth. She rocked back and forth, and it felt like a damn being burst. All of sudden she didn't care about anything else, didn't care if she pissed in the bed, all she cared about was the pleasure. She cried out, "Oh my God!" over and over. She arched her back, shoving herself towards him, shaking all over. Her mind swam, no clear thoughts except for, "Oh my *God*!" while her body seemed to lift up and float. She collapsed back onto the bed, her first orgasm subsiding. He kept licking her, and her body so sensitive, it began to hurt. She pulled him up towards her, and wrapped her arms around his head. He gasped in her ear, his own heart pounding, "You did it? You came?" She could only say one thing. "Oh my God!" she groaned, breathing as though she'd just run a marathon. "I'll take that as a yes!" he smiled. "I'll take that anytime," he added. "Wow!" "Nice, huh?" he whispered. She snuggled up to him, her mind cleared now. He held her to him in the dark for awhile. "This was so wonderful," she whispered finally. "It's the best night ever. God, I love you!" He grinned at her, smoothing her hair out of her face. "I love you too. More than anything baby." "This was so wonderful Ryan" she repeated tearfully. "It's *almost* the best night," he corrected, his heart pounding. "It's not perfect yet." "Why?" she asked. He reached over to his night stand, and took something out, hiding it under the covers. "What? What is it?" she giggled, expecting some sex toy. Biting his lip, he handed it to her. She took it out into the dim light. It was a velvet box. She opened it. She gasped, and stared. "Do you like it?" he asked nervously. "Oh my God, Ryan! It's *gorgeous*! Oh my god!" "I was hoping you'd like it." "Oh, Ryan! This is too expensive. I can't take this, really." "No, no! Take it, it belongs to you." "No, no!" she insisted, so overcome by the expense. "I can't take it," she said decidedly. "Don't you- don't you want it?" he asked, a bit sadly. "Of course! It's just that, I mean, it's so *expensive*! What if I lose it?" "Then never take it off." She just stared at it. He reached over and took it, taking her hand in his own. He took it out of the box, sliding it over her finger, the diamond sparkling in the candlelight. "With th-this ring, Jen," he stumbled. "I promise you, that I love you. And that I will love you forever. And I will *always* be here for you. Always. I *promise*. And that- that, I will make you my bride one day. I mean, I don't know about how soon," he added quickly. "Probably not for many years, after college probably, but I will. I promise you." She stared at his hand over hers, tears in her eyes. "So," he continued softly. "If you don't want to wear it, or you don't want it, not yet maybe? I'll understand." Her sob broke through. "Oh, Ryan!" she cried. "I want it, I want it! I love you so much! Thank you! How could you think I wouldn't want it? You give me so much," she cried into his shoulder. "You give me a lot too. . . " he whispered. "You gave me a lot tonight, you did. It was a lot. It would cost more than this ring ever did, but you can't buy it, not like it was tonight." She sobbed into his shoulder. "I love you," she whispered. "I love you too, more!" he said back. "See, look," he remembered. "It says it on the ring, I forgot to show you." She slid the ring off, gripping it tightly with her fingers as though to never let it go. He turned on the bedside lamp so she could see. She squinted, reading the delicate engraving. "My beautiful darling," it read, "I love you now and forever -Ryan." "Ohhhhhh!" she whimpered, crying. "I love you too!" She slid it back onto her finger. "Good," he whispered, hugging her close. "Don't ever leave me, okay?" "I won't!" she gulped. "I promise." "Then, tonight *was* the best night." Chapter 19 Her fears of him leaving her once they did it were all unfounded, instead they became even closer. Their lovemaking only added to their relationship; nothing was taken away. Both would have died if the other broke up with them. A month or so after they first did it, he was going to take her out to eat and to the theater Saturday night. She called him around five to see how he was doing; he'd been busy that afternoon and they hadn't talked yet. He'd said he'd come over at six or so. His mom answered the phone. "Hi Karen, what's up? Is Ryan there?" Jen asked. His mom paused. "No." "Oh. Well, this is Jen." "I know," she said curtly. What's the matter, she thought? "Oh, well anyway we're going out tonight and I just wanted to call him to see what's up." "Oh really?" asked his mom sarcastically. "Where are you going?" "Um, to dinner? And to a movie?" asked Jen, her heart racing. His mom was still speaking in that tone. "Are your parents going to be there?" "My parents? You mean are they coming with us?" she responded, surprised. Jen knew something was up. Was Karen mad at her? What had she done? "No. I mean, will they be at your house or will they be gone?" "Um, I *think* they'll be home," she said slowly. Uh oh. "Good. I don't want Ryan going to your house anymore, especially when your parents aren't home. Do you understand?" she demanded. Jen gulped, her heart beating in her ears. What could she say? "I guess," she said. Karen took her surprised tone as being sarcastic. "Good. And another thing, I don't want you coming over here anymore either. Maybe if JR or myself is here. *Especially* if Will and Robby are here and Ryan is supposed to be watching them. Got it?" She tried to keep from crying. She played with her shoelace, still holding the phone to her ear. She couldn't bring herself to ask why. "Yes," she whispered. "That's good. You know, Ryan may think he's a grown man but he's not. His parents still make the rules. I hope you can understand that," she said coldly. "Yeah, I do." "Good. Good-bye Jen." "Good-bye," she stumbled. His mom hung up. Jen laid back on the bed. She squeezed her eyes shut and the tears began to fall. Why was his mom being like this? Why did she hate her? I betcha she knows we've slept together, she thought. Fuck! Now she hates me, she thought, crying into her pillow. She's not going to let Ryan see me anymore. She panicked at the idea. Still crying, she got into the shower. He might still come over, she reasoned. She had to talk to him. What would he do? Would his mom convince him that she was a slut? No, he'd never think that about her. She got angry as she stood in the hot water. Stupid bitch, she thought. What's her problem? I can't believe this crap. When she got out of the shower there was a message from Ryan on her machine. She hadn't heard the phone ring in the shower. He was still coming over, and he hadn't sounded like anything was wrong. His mom must not have said anything, she thought. How did she know? She got even angrier. Ryan must have told her. Big mouth. Or he told his dad, and of course JR told her. She wondered if JR thought she was a slut too. She tried not to think about it as she got ready. She couldn't cry anymore, not after she put her makeup on. She turned the radio on. She had thought she knew what she was going to wear, a simple black dress that Karen had once complimented her on. She changed her mind, resenting his mom and the stupid dress. Instead she chose a dark blue dress, with black nylons and heels. She hoped she looked pretty. She leaned over the sink, applying the finishing touches to her makeup. She heard the front door open, and heard Ryan say hi to her parents, then come bounding down the hall, calling her name. He never had to ring the bell anymore. Jen stayed in the bathroom while he pushed open her bedroom door and came into the bathroom. He smiled at her in the mirror. He took his hand from behind his back, and held out flowers. She widened her eyes, putting on yet more eyeliner. He came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her. "You look beautiful," he whispered. "And you smell nice too!" She looked down as she put the lid back on the pencil. "I brought you flowers," he offered, holding them out again. "I know. I saw," she said quietly, not looking at him. "Awright, what's the matter?" he asked. She didn't answer him, but instead walked back into her bedroom, picking up the wet towel off the floor. He followed her. "What? Are you mad at me?" he asked. Dammit, he thought. I didn't do anything! "Not exactly," she answered. "Well then, what exactly? I know you're upset. What did I do?" he demanded. She sighed, sitting down on the bed. She knew she was going to cry. He kneeled on the floor before her, taking her hands. "What?!? What's the matter? Oh Jen, are you pregnant?" he whispered. She shook her head furiously, leaning over her lap as she started to cry. He held her head. "Baby, what's the matter?" he whispered. Oh shit, he thought. She's breaking up with me. She said something he couldn't understand. She was crying too hard. He prompted her, raising her face up so she looked at him. "I can't hear you if you bury your face in your arms," he told her. "Come on, can't you tell me?" "You mom hates me!" she repeated, sobbing and wiping the tears away from under her eyes, so as not to smudge her mascara. "What?!?" he exclaimed. "My mom doesn't *hate* you! Why do you say that?" She nodded tearfully. "Yes she does!" she insisted. "They hate me. She thinks I'm a slut." He sat on the bed next to her. "She doesn't! What happened?" he asked slowly. She began, telling him the story of the phone call, ending with, "Ry! She knows we did it! Now she hates me!" Ryan was furious at his mother. How dare she treat Jen that way?!? "Ryan, did you tell her we did it? Did you tell your dad?" she demanded. He paused, then nodded. "Ryan!' she screamed, sobbing again. "Why did you have to tell him? That was really stupid. Why?!?" "He asked if we'd done it! I didn't think he'd tell my mom! He wasn't mad at *all*, Jen. He told me about his first time and we had 'a little moment' you could say." She was still mad. "Well look where your 'little moment' got us," she snapped. "Jen, he asked me straight up whether we'd done it yet. I wasn't going to lie. He doesn't mind, really he doesn't. He loves you Jen, they both do. We didn't do anything wrong, got it? I don't know what my mom's problem is," he said angrily. "She had no right to treat you like that, okay? I'm not a little baby. You can come over *anytime* you like Jen, okay? It doesn't matter what she thinks." She shook her head. "It's her house, Ry. If she doesn't want me there then I can't come over. They *are* your parents, Ryan." "Yeah, but *I* want you there, okay? *I* will be disobeying her, not you! And I bet you my dad will be on our side. We're going to get this settled once and for all, okay?" She didn't say anything. "My mom probably just has PMS," he said, trying to lighten the mood. He didn't want to scream and yell in front of her, it always upset her when he did, and plus, she was upset enough already. "Jen, I gotta go. I'm gonna go home and find out what the fuck my mom's problem is, okay? I'll come back though, I promise. You stay here." She nodded. He hugged her. "Jen, *you* are the most important thing in my life, got it?" She smiled. ***** Ryan drove home as fast as he could. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been so angry. He made it home in ten minutes, pulling into the driveway and slamming on his brakes. He ran into the house, slamming the front door behind him. He ran into the living room, where his parents sat watching TV. "How *dare* you say that to Jen!" he yelled at his mother. His dad looked up quickly. Ryan stood there, staring at his mom like he was about to kill her. "Ryan! Don't speak to your mother that way!" he ordered. He ignored his father. His mom just looked back at him. "Well?" he demanded. "What the *hell's* your problem?" His father jumped up. "Would you mind telling me what is this all about?" he said angrily. "Your wife told my girlfriend, that she is not allowed to come over here anymore, and that I am not allowed to go over to her house anymore. She was completely rude to her. I'd like to know where you get off saying that shit!" His mom slammed the magazine down. "Don't you speak to me like that!" she snapped, jumping up. "You may think you're an adult, but you live in my house, and you will *not* speak to me like that! Ever!" Ryan threw his hands up in the air. "Oh yes! I am just a little baby who doesn't know anything! I have to consult my mommy before I do anything!" he yelled sarcastically. "Well wake up! I have a life and I will do what I please!" JR grabbed his arm but he pushed him off. "What's the matter with you? You promised me you wouldn't tell!" he yelled in his dad's face. "What the hell is this all about?" "*Your* wife thinks my girlfriend is a slut, now, because you couldn't keep your damn mouth shut. I confided in you, and you had to run off and tell her, because, for, whatever reason you did it!" "I never said she was a slut!" yelled his mom. "Well, practically! That's how you made her feel anyway!" he yelled back. JR looked at his wife, then his son, who both were fuming with the same fiery temper. "I don't know what all happened here," he began, "but I'm sure we can all sit down and talk about this like adults, okay?" "I just want an apology for Jen, okay?" said Ryan. "Nobody speaks to my girlfriend like that. Nobody!" he yelled at his mother. "Aright, aright!" snapped his dad, grabbing Ryan and forcing him to sit down. "You need *rules*, Ryan!" shouted his mother. "You are not an adult. I will not sit by and let you have sex and whatever else you're doing! You are *too* young!" "Oh yeah?!? How old was dad?" he asked pointedly. "Let's get this straight," said his father calmly. "You told Jen that she was no longer allowed to come over here anymore? That was really out of line. We didn't discuss that at all, Karen." "I didn't say that, I only said that she could only come over when we're here." Ryan rolled his eyes. "Same damn thing," he said. "Especially when the boys are here. They're very impressionable and I don't want them thinking sex is okay for them!" "Give me a break! They're little kids! And what, do you think we're going to do it when they're in the room or something? You guys have sex! Will they think it's okay for them because you do it too?" "Well, we're married. You and Jen are not. And you're still too young!" "Oh, yeah. I suppose you waited until your wedding night." Karen blushed. "You are too young!" she repeated, still shouting. His dad yelled at her, "I told you that in confidence too! I didn't think you were going to yell at Jen! I can't believe this. You owe her an apology Karen. You were *way* out of line!" She burst into tears. Ryan groaned; he hated it when his mom cried. Sure enough, his dad retreated, saying he was sure she meant well and that they did need to discuss some ground rules. "This is bullshit!" shouted Ryan. "We are in love. We are! I don't give a flying fuck what you have to say about it either! What's the matter with you? If it comes down to you or Jen, I'm sorry, but you are not going to win." "What is that supposed to mean?" sobbed his mom. "You'd turn your back on your family?" "Will you force me to? Are you gonna make me? I will if you force it. You'll chase me away. Why don't you wake up and realize I am not a little boy anymore!" "Well when you live in my house you will do what I say!" shot back Karen. "Well then maybe I won't live in your house!" "Oh yeah? Where are you going to live?" "I don't care, I'll drop out of school and get an apartment if I have to. I'll get a full time job so I can live. You're not gonna run my life!" "Do her parents know you had sex?" demanded his mom. "Do they? I'm willing to bet they don't. I'm sure they'd feel the same way I do." "Man, I'm outta here," Ryan snapped, walking to the door angrily. "Where are you going?" demanded his father. "You're running away like a child!" "No, I'm walking away like an adult!" he shouted back. "Goddammit Ryan!" shouted his dad, as his son stomped out of the living room. Will and Robby stood crouched in the kitchen, eavesdropping. "Where are you going Ryan?" asked Robby, wide-eyed, while Will whispered tearfully, "Is Jen not gonna come over anymore?" "She is if I say she is!" he yelled, slamming the front door as he left. ***** He drove around for awhile, just simmering in his anger. He thought about his options. He was fully prepared to do what he'd said. His parents weren't going to run his life. What if they took his car? he thought. Shit, I don't care. He could stay with Jen for at least tonight. He could leave then sneak back in if her parents were still up. Finally he went back to her house. She was eating dinner with her parents when he walked in. She just looked at him, and he stared back down at her as her mom insisted he eat with them. He was starving, it was almost nine o'clock. "I thought you guys were going to go out on a date tonight," said her dad as he sat down and got served up. No longer dressed up, she looked at Ryan. "We had a change in plans," she told her parents. "Well, that's okay. You're always welcome for dinner Ryan," smiled her mom. He thanked her, taking a sip of his milk. Jen played with her food. "So what are you two going to do tonight?" asked her mom cheerfully. "I don't know," said Jen. "Probably just hang out. We'll see." "Aright," said her mom. "That's good. You have enough?" she asked Ryan. "Oh, yeah. Plenty! You're such a great cook," he complimented. "Well, thank you!" He finished his meal hurriedly. Finally he thanked her parents for the food again, and slid back his chair. She excused them and he followed her down the hall. She closed the door, but of course didn't lock it (her parent's rule). "What happened?" she asked. "Did you get in a huge fight?" He nodded. "Yeah, it was pretty ugly." "It was because she knows we did it?" "Yeah." Jen looked upset. "What happened?" "Man! My mom's such a bitch. She just kept saying, 'You're too young! This is my house, my rules,'" he mimicked. Jen sighed. "So I can't come over anymore." "Well, it was sort of ugly," he continued. "God, my dad's such a wimp!" he said angrily. "He was all on our side, he even told my mom she was way out of line! Then she started to cry and he flaked." "Oh, Ryan. . . " He didn't say anything, just held her to him on the bed. "So what happened?" "Well, basically I told them to fuck off." "Yeah?" "Yeah! And I sort of told my mom that I wasn't going to abide by her stupid rules." "What did she say?" "She said that if I lived there I would have to." "Yeah? And what did you say?" "I said that maybe I wouldn't live there anymore." "Ryan! You have to live there. That's your home!" she exclaimed. "Yeah, but I'm not going to live with them telling me what to do like this and treating us this way." "Yeah, but what would you do? Where could you live? I'd say you could live with me, but I think my parents *sort* of wouldn't go for that!" "I'll get an apartment! I can get another job. I can drop out for now, and work full time until I get on my feet." "Ryan! Don't be ridiculous. You're *not* going to drop out of school. I won't let you. I'd break up with you before I'd do that!" "Why? Come on Jen, I'm not going to live with that stupid bitch." "Ryan! Don't talk about your mother that way!" she snapped. "What the hell?!?" he demanded, sitting up. "Whose side are you on, anyway?" "Ryan, I'm on your side. But please don't be a jerk, okay?" "Fine!" he snapped back. He sighed, laying back down on the bed. She held him to her again, his head resting on her stomach while she stroked his hair. "It'll be okay," she whispered hopefully. "I bet it will. I think your mom just overreacted. Maybe she's in shock or something. You *are* her first born you know." He sighed. "I know." "See? It'll be okay, I promise you. You're overreacting too; you won't need to move away. Give her some time to calm down. And you to calm down too. You guys both have a bad temper!" "Yeah, I know." They lay on the bed for awhile, just thinking. She was so comforting to him, he could never stay angry very long when he was with her. She always soothed him, and knew the right thing to say to him. She was still stroking his hair when the phone rang. It rang again. She made no motion to get it, then sighed. He sat up, saying, "If it's them I'm not here." She reached over for it. "Hello?" "Hello Jen, this is JR, Ryan's father. Is he over there?" She paused, giving Ryan a pointed look. He shook his hand frantically. "Hold on a second," she said, covering up the receiver. "It's your dad!" she whispered fiercely. "I'm not here!" he whispered back. "Yes, you *are*! Ry, I'm not going to lie to them. I don't want to give them another reason to hate me." He sighed. "Fine. *Tell* him I'm here then." Jen got back on the phone. "Yes, he's here." "May I speak with him please?" "Hold on." She gave the phone to him. "What?" he demanded rudely into the phone. Jen pinched him. "Hello?" he sighed. "Ryan, you need to come home. We need to discuss some things with you. We discussed it and your mother has some things she needs to say to you." "Well, I don't have anything to say to her." "Ryan, please come home," said his dad seriously. "I'll think about it," he said defiantly. "Well good. Come home tonight. Come on, swallow your pride for once. You need to do that in life sometimes." "I know," he said, sighing. "Yeah, I'll be over there pretty soon." "Good. Can I speak with Jen a second?" "Yeah, I guess," he said, handing the phone over to her. "He wants to talk to you." "Me?" she asked. She took the phone. "Hello?" "Hi Jen. I heard what you said and I want you to know we *don't* hate you. Ryan's mother was just a bit upset, and she overreacted. You got the brunt of it I'm afraid. Ryan's going to come home and we're all going to talk. I'm sure you can still come over all you like, if I have anything to say about it anyway." She smiled. "Thanks. Thanks a lot. It's okay, really." "That's good. Well, tell Ryan I'll see him soon." "Sure. Bye." "Bye." She hung up the phone. "What'd he say?" "Oh, that your mom just overreacted and stuff and that he was sure I can still come over. Your dad is really cool, don't be a dick to him." "I'm not. I'm gonna go home tonight." "Yeah, he said so. "I'll wait awhile I think." She nodded. He felt much better, although he was still angry, and apprehensive about going home. He lay back down again, staring up at the ceiling. She tried not to cry, still feeling very emotional about the whole thing. Finally he stood up. He looked at her, and leaned over and hugged her. "Thanks," he said, squeezing her nose affectionately. "You always make me feel better you know." "I love you," she said, the tears spilling over. "I love you too. Don't cry baby. I gotta go now. I'll be back soon." She nodded. He kissed her, then left. ***** She woke up from the knock on her window. It was Ryan. She got up and let him into the dark room. He hugged her. "What happened?" she whispered. "It's cool now. My mom said she's sorry." "Yeah?" she asked, relieved, climbing back into bed. He followed her under the blankets, still in his clothes. He tossed his baseball hat onto the desk, kicking off his shoes and pushing them off the bed. "Yeah. She's going to apologize to you too. She *does* like you Jen. They both love you. She was just mad at me." Jen sighed. He kissed her, hugging her tight. "And they don't think you're a slut. They never did. They know we're in love." "Well what did they say about me coming over?" she whispered. "Oh not much except you can. All you want. I can have anyone over as long as they don't trash the house you know. And you're not likely to do that!" She giggled. "Darn. I'm gonna be scared to come over though," she whispered. "Why?" "Because! It's so awkward." "Yeah, I know. But don't worry; things will be back to normal soon." She nodded. "But she still said she thought we were too young to have sex. But that if I did it with anyone she was glad it was you." "Really?" "Yeah. Oh, and the thing with my brothers is still there. She doesn't want us doing it when they're there. Or at least when they're awake or I'm supposed to be watching them." "That's fine. I can understand that." "Yeah me too." "What did your dad say?" "He said that he was sorry and blah blah. And that we need to be careful and all the dad stuff." "We are. They're not going to tell my parents are they?" she whispered. She'd been petrified of that. Her parents would probably freak worse than his did. "Ah, I doubt it. I don't think they would do that." "Good. I hope they don't," she sighed. "Oh, I'm so glad we can still see each other!" "Yeah. Don't worry. No one could ever prevent me from seeing you or keep us apart, got it?" "Yeah, I know. I love you." "I love you too." He held her to him. "Are you tired?" he whispered. "Yeah. . . " she answered. "Oh." "But let's do it anyway," she whispered, kissing him. In the dark, under the covers, she undressed him while he kissed her. He lay on top of her, and she pulled her T-shirt off, breathing heavily. He went down, his mouth between her legs while she gasped. He licked and kissed her and she moaned softly. She was no longer sore, and longed to feel him in her once again. They'd done it many times since that first night, sneaking away and making love whenever they'd had the chance. Now he sucked her clitoris, and she came soon, arching her back and opening her mouth as though to scream, but no sound came out. She lay back down, trying to catch her breath. He climbed back up, laying on top of her and entering her quickly as she brought her knees up to his hips. He breathed a sigh of relief as he slid up into her. Being in her was like heaven; he'd never felt anything so great, or cum as hard as when he was up in her. He thrust a few times, but it was too intense; he came soon after he entered her. He groaned and stiffened while she held her to him. He was fairly disappointed in his lack of stamina so far with sex. The first time they did it for the night it was always over like that, and he felt ashamed at how quickly he came. But she reassured him that it was fine. Luckily, he rarely needed a lot of time before he could do it again, and again. After the first thrill was over, he could keep himself going over and over all night. Maybe it was because he was only sixteen, but they enjoyed his prowess; already they'd spent many nights going at it till the early hours of the morning. He pulled her on top of him, and she took him in her again, while she gasped in pleasure. It was incredible. She'd learned how to keep her balance and ride him, which he loved. There was nothing better than laying back and letting her take charge of her pleasure, watching her rocking above him while her breasts hung in his face. She grunted and gasped and swore at him in his ear. He'd laughed at her when she first starting doing that; he'd never heard her swear so much as when she was cumming. Now it turned him on, when she groaned for him to fuck her it made him wild. She still ground herself into him above him, her sweaty chest pinned to his. They kissed and kissed and he thrust back into her while he lay there. She buried her head in the pillow and screamed. God, we're lucky her parents are sound sleepers, he thought. Cumming, she whimpered while her muscles contracted over and over, squeezing his dick rhythmically. He came himself at the same time, ejaculating high up into her, and they held each other and muffled their cries of pleasure. She kept moving on him until they were both exhausted, and finally she just collapsed back on him, breathing hard. "That was *good*," he whispered, gasping. "Oh yeah," she breathed. "I love you so much," he whispered in her ear. "I love you too." continued. . . ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- To find out more about the anon service, send mail to help@anon.penet.fi. If you reply to this message, your message WILL be *automatically* anonymized and you are allocated an anon id. Read the help file to prevent this. Please report any problems, inappropriate use etc. to admin@anon.penet.fi.