I came home from my first mosh pit with a fat lip, bruises all over my body, a few scratches on my stomach, and a smile on my face. The weird thing is, Benji and Quaker both came out of it without a scratch. I guess they were just used to it.
Quaker insisted that she help me take care of the small injuries, and she wouldn't take no for an answer, so as of now, I am lying shirtless on her bed, being dabbed with some weird alcohol stuff.
So Zac had survived his first mosh pit. He seemed to have liked it. Good. This means that we are correctly turning him into one of us. I was out of my high, but he was still in his, so he was laying there with a dopey smile. I'm not sure whether it was actually from the pot, or if it was just me touching him, but he sure did look funny. I just had to giggle at him.
"What are you laughing at?" he questioned me with a hint of playfulness in his voice.
"You, big boy. I think your getting a cheap thrill out of me touching you." I said while still giggling.
He gave me a cute little playful look. I love it when he does that. "Maybe I am."
Just to scare him in a way, I put my hand on his package and gave it a very slight squeeze. He made a small squealing sound, and I gave him a questioning look. I could feel his little dude start to harden at my touch. I love this power. "So you are huh? I wonder how far I can make you go."
(Author's note: Stop reading right now, and put on Love Song by Hanson to get the right feel for the chapter)
He made a small erping sound, and squirmed a tad. I leaned in over him, and pressed my lips to his. He licked my bottom lip, and then put his warm tongue in my mouth. That was an awesome experience. He then put his arms around me, and let one of his hands come to rest on my butt. I gave a small jump cause I didn't expect him to do that. Zac is usually shy when it comes to these things.
It's not like the two of us haven't done anything like this before. Over the past few weeks, we have become very close, but we have only made it to third base so far , and if it wasn't for me, we still would have been at second.
I started running my hand through his long beautiful hair, and he slowly and causally put his hand up my shirt, and let it come to rest on my left breast. At this intimate touch, I shivered. I had to admit that this was turning me one quite a bit, and from feeling his erection pressing against my thigh, I guess it was turning him on too. He then started to take off my shirt. At this, I began to undo the button of his jeans. He squirmed and moaned slightly, and then got my shirt all the way off. "Someone is getting a little bit bold." I commented to him. He just grunted.
I reached across him to my night stand, and grabbed the remote to my stereo. I decided that I wanted to set the mood with music. In my stereo, was a copy of This Time Around, that Zac had given me. I searched through the tricks, and came to number nine which was Love Song. Yes, this was appropriate.
He must have thought this too because he squeezed me, and we lay there for a moment just listening to the music. His high harmonies in the background sounded beautiful against Isaac's deep voice singing lead.
He started to kiss my neck, and I got his pants down the rest of the way. He then started to work on mine. Once he had gotten them down, he started to feel his way along my back with the tip of his index finger. He ran his finger very lightly up my spine, looking for the hook of my bra, which made me shiver again.
Quaker couldn't of put on a better song. I really do think I am in love with her. How else could I describe the feeling that I get every time I see her. I can almost always hear the sweet music of angels play when I'm around her, and when she touches me, I feel that there isn't a single problem in the world, and that she can do anything. I don't know what I would do if she didn't feel the same way about me. I wish I could stay in this moment in time forever, and never leave her bedroom.
I moved my hands along her back, trying to find the hook to her bra, but was unsuccessful at it. she then led my hands to the front, and there was a hook there. Tricky little devil. I fumbled with it a bit, but then got it off. She then moaned slightly as I laid my hands on her.
She stared to work my boxers down, and I could feel a cool draft hit my little dude, who was now almost hitting my navel from lack of attention. Still laying on top of me, she wrapped her hand very lightly around it, which sent my male hormones into overdrive.
I could feel the warm precum start to ooze out of the slit, and I knew Quaker felt it too, cause she moved her hand up a bit in a slight jerking motion which made me moan in spite of myself. I slid her undies down, and she started to make out with me again. Right about then, something clicked in my head, and I needed to tell her something. I stop kissing back for a second, which forced us to part. "Quaker," I took a deep breath. "I love you, and I am willing to give you my virginity if you will take it."
"Oh Zac, I love you too. I've been wanting to tell you for so long, but I was too scared that you wouldn't say it back. I would be so happy if you did give me your virginity, but only if you take mine in return." she said.
I went into a slight shock at first and just kinda held her there, close to me. I never thought a girl would be able to love me. I mean really love me. Not lust after me like a bunch of fans did, when they thought they loved me, but really didn't. This was true love!
"Are you sure?" I asked her just to be on the safe side. She nodded and kissed me.
We both then took a deep breath, and I slowly slid myself into her. She gasped, and I moaned, and went all the way in. I suddenly was overcome with so many different feelings that I couldn't breathe. A full force of love, pain, pleasure, and a whole lot of other things hit me at once, so strong that I thought I would be knocked out.
We stayed there for what seemed like hours, but was only less than a minute. I then started to rhythmically thrust in and out of her, and she moved with me. Somewhere in that course of time, I felt myself shoot into her, and realized that we weren't using a condom. Oh well, one time wouldn't really matter.
Eventually neither one of us could take it anymore, so I pulled out. We both laid there for a while afterwards, when I felt a single tear roll down my face. I couldn't help it, I was just so happy.
That was the best thing I have ever experienced in my life. I never thought it would be like that. I always thought of it as something sick, but now I know that it's not. It's really a beautiful way to show someone you love them. Sure it hurt, but it was a good kind of hurt.
I looked across my bed at him, just in time to see a tear roll down his cheek. I reached over and wiped it off for him. "What's the matter?" I asked him concerned.
"Nothing, I'm just so happy. I love you so much man!" he said. Now that one almost made me want to cry.
It seems that before I met Zac, I had a ton of self pity, and hurt built up inside me from my childhood that I couldn't control, and that sometimes took over me, and made me a nasty person, but after I met Zac, I always seemed to be in a good mood. I guess I'm just so happy when I'm around him, that all my troubles seem to vanish as if they were never there. I love this feeling!
When I got home, I flopped down on the couch, and just contemplated what happened. Wow, that was awesomely cool. I watched as people walked passes me, totally unaware of what was happening between me and Quaker. I felt unusually happy and content with the world.
I stuck my hand in my pocket, and could feel the plastic of the bag of pot the Benji had giving me before I left. That inspired me to go hide, and use it in honor of the moment. Nothing in the world could get better.
I went outside, and climbed the rope ladder to the tree house that my dad had helped my brothers and I build when we were little. THere were so many memories that we shared here, that I was overwhelmed with the many emotions that this tree had seen through the years. This was here Ike, Tay and I had written MMMbop. This is where we hid from our sisters when they got annoying. This is where we played our first game of truth or dare with the girls up the street when I was 10 years old.
I took the bag out of my pocket, and rolled up a roach. I then lay back on the wooden floor that was scattered with leaves, and smoked it while I enjoyed the cool breeze that was hitting my face.
I was laying on my bed, when I heard the front door open. I figured it was just my grandparents returning from Italy, so I continued to lay there, and waited for the to come to me. I was thinking about the smack that I had did with Benji, and how cool it had been. It really is an awesome drug, and just imagine, it gave you a much higher and better feeling than any drug I had done before, and the only thing it did to me, was kill brain cells the I would have already killed with the pot. It was the perfect drug. I want to share it with Zac now. Benji said it's better if you shoot it, so he's gonna bring over a needle tomorrow for me to try. It's gonna be awesome.
Just then, I heard footsteps coming up the stairs, and I watched as the doorknob to my bedroom started to turn. I quickly closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep, because I didn't want to be bothered now.
The door finished opening, and I felt the presence of someone standing them, and I could feel them starring at me.
"Quaker?" a male voice that I didn't recognize said to me. I quickly sat up and stared at him, and I immediately regretted it. The boy was standing there, slouched over with a nervous smile.
"Oh God!" I said, falling back over. I don't need this now.
"It's me," he said. "your brother...."