I sigh. But I slip on the plastic gloves and get to work.
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Patrick picks me up from work even though I didn't ask him to. He's waiting in his black Corvette by the bus station and I can't exactly just walk on by him so I climb in.
"You didn't have to pick me up, I was just going to take the bus!" I smell gross. Manny made me end my shift by chopping onions.
Patrick smiles at me and lays his hand on my thigh. "Babe, I'm your boyfriend. I want to pick you up and take care of you. You shouldn't have to ride a damn bus. That's so lame."
I say nothing as his hand creeps higher.
"You smell yummy."
"Onions," I tell him. I move his hand away from the top of my thigh. "Stop!"
Patrick sighs. "Stop, stop," he mimics. "Is that the only word you know?"
His teasing pisses me off. I stare out the window at the dark, and the streetlights passing by.
"Babe, come on." Patrick turns up my street and we drive up the winding road to my house. "Don't be bitchy. You know I'm fucking crazy about you. Let me show you how much."
We sit in the circle drive for several long minutes. I don't see Mom or Ethan's cars which means they are out again. The house is mine for the time being. Patrick notices too. He hops out of the car and comes around to open my door.
"You shouldn't be alone, it's not safe," he tells me, following me up the front steps.
"Oh, and I would be safe with you, would I?" I raise an eyebrow at him and he laughs and pulls me into his arms, kissing me.
I squirm out of the embrace and manage to get the door opened, but he's on my heels this time, pushing the door open from behind me and then we're inside. Alone.
We go into the kitchen where Mom has left me a note that she and Ethan are at a business meeting/dinner and won't be back till late. Patrick reads the note over my shoulder.
"Well, look at that. Just you and me." He runs a hand up and down my back.
"Patrick, I just...I'm not ready yet." I decide honesty is the right policy because I don't want him thinking he can do whatever he wants tonight.
"Will it ever be the right time?" he asks. He doesn't wait for a response and leans down and kisses me, long and slow. Oh, he does kiss good! I feel my resistance faltering.
"You want to make out," I say when the kiss ends.
"Yes, please." He gives me a little boy grin and I can't help laughing.
"Fine." I sigh and we go into the family room and I close the drapes. "But just messing around, not all the way."
"Okay, sure." Patrick wriggles out of his varsity jacket and pulls me to the couch. "Come here."
I go to him and he yanks me down and then pushes me back on the couch, laying on top of me. "Oh my God, Patrick!"
He laughs again. "What? I just don't believe in wasting time!" And with that he goes to town. His mouth attacks mine and then moves down to my neck, sucking. I can feel him rock hard on my thigh and he starts humping me.
"Wait, no, stop!" I push against him and he looks up from my neck. "Don't give me a hickey! I told you before, no marks!"
"Mmmm, but I like hickeys!" He slides his lips down my chest, pulling my top down.
"Stop!"
"Babe." He comes back up to my lips. "I don't care about your scar; I love it like I love you."
"You love me?"
"Yeah, of course I do." Patrick's eyes are wide and innocent but I think he's talking crap just to get into my pants. "Why do you think I want to seal our love so badly? I want to make you mine, totally, Taryn."
"No hickeys." I tell him firmly. We go back to making out and soon my bra is undone under my shirt and he's playing with my breasts and back to humping me. I'm not very turned on, he's so rough and I just want this to be finished. So, I finally do the only thing that will make him stop.
I push against his crotch and moan loudly, running my fingers through his hair.
"Oh, Patrick, oh it feels so good!" My performance isn't great but it's enough to get him moving faster and pretty soon he's crying out that he's coming, so I say I am too and then it's finally over.
Patrick sits up, out of breath. His crotch is wet and I get him a towel. He looks at me reproachfully as he wipes himself off.
"Such a waste. This could all be inside of you, Taryn."
"Yeah, and so could a baby. No thank you!" I shoot back. "You need to leave, before my mom and Ethan get back."
Patrick reluctantly leaves and I lock the door behind him and take myself to bed.
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The day after faking yet another orgasm with my boyfriend, I get to school an hour earlier than usual. Today I have cheer practice and the only free time most of us have is before school. It seriously sucks because I am not a morning person.
Kim's older sister Teri is our cheer coach and she is about ten times the bitch that Kim is. She's gorgeous too, tall, thin, with a short layered blond hair cut and icy deep blue eyes that are usually glaring at you through tiny narrow slits. I'm scared to death of her.
Teri graduated last year and she's going to college now, but she coaches cheer-leading in her spare time to make extra money. I'm not sure why she needs the money though since Kim and Teri's father is an orthopedic surgeon. But whatever.
We're in the gym warming up when Teri comes in clutching her Starbucks in one hand and a boombox in the other.
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