Creepin’

T pulled into my driveway and put her foot on the break while I got out. I pulled her bags from the back seat and made my way up the steps to the front door. My father was at the door waiting when I got there. T waved with a huge smile, then she back out into the street.

“How was your weekend away, sweetheart?” He asked.

“Fun, lots of fun. T says we should do it again sometime soon... if it’s ok with you of course.” I smiled and he smiled back. I felt bad for lying in his face that way, but I was in love. And love makes a person do stupid things. Besides, I refused to believe that Daddy wasn’t a sex machine when he was a teenager.

I had only been in my room for 5 minutes when I heard the doorbell ring. Then my Dad called up to me.

“Yes Daddy?” I answered.

“Come on down, pumpkin!” I started down the stairs only to see Joshua standing by my father.

“Oh, there you are. Joshua’s come over to take you out. You know, to a movie or something.” My father explained. Ick! Josh! Why is he taking me out? I stared him down and he wouldn’t look me in the eye. From that moment, I knew that this was all my father’s bright idea. Great.

I gave in and went with Josh. As we sat in the movie theater, I thought about nothing but AJ. My mind kept drifting back to how we made love all weekend long. We must have gone through at least 14 condoms. And hey, for a beginner, that was pretty impressive. And I still hadn’t had enough. In fact, just thinking about him thrusting in and out of me made me wet.

I must have been moaning, because Josh nudged me pretty hard. I opened my eyes and looked at him. He was staring at me with a puzzled expression.

“What the hell are you thinking about?” He asked me. Yeah... I was definitely breathing heavy just then!

“Sorry... daydreaming I guess.”

“You did it with him, didn’t you?” He asked. I felt kind of violated! I mean, he had no right to ask me that. I did not answer!

“Yeah, you did. You know, Monica, he’s no good for you! McLean’s a real jackass. A clown. You’re worth so much more than him. You deserve better.” I was offended by Josh’s opinion.

“Excuse me, but I happen to love AJ. And he loves me. He cares about me, and he’d never hurt me. Ever! You’re just jealous because you don’t have anyone to love your sorry ass.” I didn’t want to ruin the movie for anyone, so I got up and left the showroom, and the theater. I was on my way toward the mall’s bus top when Josh caught up to me and stopped me.

“Monica, hold up! Don’t go! I’m sorry. Please don’t be mad at me. I just, well, I think you’re beautiful and smart and funny and a true prize for any man you end up with. And forgive me, but I just honestly believe that you could do better than Alex McLean.” I was touched. He thought so well of me. And he said I was beautiful. All this time I thought Josh was just a real pain. But he was just being so shitty because he liked me. He was jealous. So I told him so.

“You’re jealous, aren’t you?” He smirked. Then he looked away. I grabbed his chin with my hand and made him look at me.

“Well?”

“Alright! You wanna hear it from my lips... I like you. Ok? You should be with me, not with him.” He touched my face now, and caressed my cheek with his thumb. I got lost in the moment, but it didn’t last for long. It began to rain heavily, and our bodies were soaked in seconds. Still, we didn’t budge.

“I love him. You don’t know him like I do. You could never understand what we have. I’m sorry, Josh, but... it just can’t happen.” I could tell his feelings were hurt. He scoffed and smiled, but I knew he was hurt. I didn’t ride home with him that night. I caught the bus to AJ’s.

His mother answered the door. They looked alike. I was drenched and she beckoned for me to come in as soon as possible. I did, and she got me a towel. As I dried off, she called AJ and told him I was there.

AJ came rushing down the stairs, thinking that something was wrong. There wasn’t, and a look of relief came over him. He kissed me, with tongue, right in front of his mother. Then he introduced us.

“Mom, this is my girlfriend, Monica. Monica, this is my Mom.” Miss Denise, what I now call her, shook my hand and stroked my wet hair.

“Alex has told me so much about you, sweetie. But honey, why are you walking in the rain? You’ll catch a cold. Alex, go upstairs and let her change. I know you’ve got something to fit her.” AJ nodded and I followed him up to the third floor. He went through his closet and gave me one of his t-shirts and a pair of his boxers. I changed in front of him, of course. And he threw my clothes in the dryer, which was on the second floor.

“My mom thinks your pretty. She said you’re polite and you have a nice smile.” AJ told me when he came back upstairs.

“Really? I like your Mom too. She’s cool.” I replied, and I only wished that my father was as cool about our relationship as Miss Denise was.

“She knows about your father. She knows he hates me. She knows why too.” I thought back to the first day we met, and how I was caught when my hand in AJ’s pants. I felt awful. She knew I got caught!?!?!?

“And she doesn’t care?” I asked.

“She thought it was a bit hasty... us getting dirty the very first day. But she said kids will be kids. And though she’d have been upset if she caught us, she wouldn’t hate you. So she doesn’t understand why your Dad hates me so much.” I respected how close AJ was with his mother. They were so open with each other. Daddy and I used to be that way. But no more.

“Why did you come here in the rain?” He asked, finally.

“My dad insisted that I go on a date with Josh. He wants us together so badly. So I went, and in the middle of the movie we got into an argument about whether or not you were right for me. Turns out he likes me, and he’s jealous of us. I feel bad for him, you know? He just doesn’t understand. We love each other. Seems like no one understands....” I felt AJ move my hair to one side and kiss my neck. He picked me up and sat me on his lap. Already, I could feel him getting physically excited.

“We can’t.” I whispered between kisses.

“We can.” He whispered back, and slipped his hands under my shirt. He was feeling my breasts and nibbling my nipples through the fabric when Miss Denise walked in.

“Alex...” She said in a stern voice. I jumped up and backed away from him. Unfortunately, the large tent in his pants was exposed.

“AJ.... look!” I said to him, and he quickly covered his crotch with one of the pillows on his bed.

“You two really have to stop. I understand that you’re both young and frisky as all hell, but mistakes can happen. And I’m too young to be a grandmother. Honey, don’t let my Alex get you into trouble. He’s an angel sometimes, but he can make a complete 180 in a matter of seconds. All I ask is that you both be careful.” She was right. We were a bit out of control.

“Monica, honey, your clothes are dry. Come on downstairs and get dressed. And Alex, you put some shoes on and take her home before her father has a fit. Right now...” I went downstairs like she said and got my clothes out of the dryer. I got dressed, but I kept AJ’s shirt on. It smelled so nice. I didn’t want to take it off. By the time I had tied my shoes, AJ was waiting for me by the stairs.

“Ready, baby?”

“Yeah.” I was just about to come down when Miss Denise stopped me. She pulled me into her room and pushed the door closed.

“Monica, my son adores you. You’re all he talks about. Day and night. I have never in my life seen him so happy to be with a girl. I don’t know what you’ve done to him, but I’m thankful. He’s doing better in school. He’s more focused. Staying out of trouble. And he’s even quit smoking. For the first time in a long time, I’m confident that he’ll get to go to the college of his choice. I credit you. I thank you. And I want you to know that whatever I can do to help your father come around, I will do. Just let me know, sweetie.” I felt overjoyed. His mom was the best!

“Thanks for understanding, Miss Denise.”

“It’s nothing, honey. I’ve been where you are. I know what young love is like. Now, go on... he’s waiting for you.” I gave her a hug and went down to meet AJ. He asked what we talked about, but I never told him.

When we got to my house, I saw that the lights were on downstairs. Daddy was still up. I didn’t care though. I wasn’t afraid anymore. I loved AJ and I wasn’t going to allow my father to wreck our relationship. I’d make him understand. I coerced AJ into coming in with me. After a good ten minutes of begging, he complied.

I unlocked the door and pushed it open. AJ shut it behind us, then he held my hand and I led him to my father’s study. He was sitting in his easy chair, the newspaper on his lap, half asleep, jazz playing in the CD player. I tapped his shoulder and he opened his eyes with a smile. Then AJ came into his view, and he sat up with a frown.

“What the hell is this punk doing here? Get out! Get out right now! Get away from my daughter!” He demanded. AJ wanted to turn and leave, but I held his hand so tight that he stayed by my side.

“No Daddy, he’s staying. And he won’t leave until you hear me out. Daddy, I love AJ. We love each other, very much so. And we will not stop seeing each other. I refuse to sneak around. So, I’m telling you right now that we are together and we will not let you tear us apart.” I stood my ground, even when my father stood up and towered over me.

“Monica, you’re speaking nonsense. You don’t even know what love is! This boy is nothing. He’s garbage! He’s not worthy to even look at you, let alone date you! Now, get out of my house!” He stormed.

“Sir, please, please try to understand that I won’t hurt your daughter. I love your daughter. I care about her more than anything. Please don’t take her away from me. Sir, we both respect you and we don’t want to continue seeing each other behind your back...”

“No!” He shouted, and he ripped our hands apart. He grabbed AJ by the shirt and started pushing him toward the front door. I tried to pull him back, but my strength was no match for his. AJ tried to break away from his grasp, but he couldn’t.

AJ was thrown out of the front door and he hit the grass with a thud. I started to cry when I saw AJ getting up slowly. I just knew he was hurt, and I needed to go to him. Daddy wouldn’t allow it. He blocked the door and kept yelling at AJ to leave.

“Daddy, no! Stop!” I screamed. But I couldn’t get to AJ.

“Monica.... baby, I love you. I love you so much. And I don’t care what he does! No one can break us up baby! You hear me Monica?” By now my father shut the door. I ran up to my room and opened the window. I stuck my head out and called down to him.

“I hear you, baby! I love you.” I said to him, and my tears flowed from my eyes like waterfalls. AJ was crying. Really crying. He looked up at me and smiled, despite his tears. I was just about to climb out of my window when my father pulled me back and shut it. He closed the curtains and stared down at me until we both heard AJ’s car pull away.

“Daddy, why are you doing this???” My heart felt like it was about to explode. And though I love my father, I hated him right then.

“I’m protecting you from the biggest mistake you’ll ever make!”

“Daddy, you’re crazy! You’ll never keep me away from him. We love each other, and no matter what you do, our love will overpower your hate. We’ll always find a way!” I shouted at him.

“I’m turning the alarm on, so if you open that window, I’ll know. And if you open this door, I’ll hear you. You’re not going to school tomorrow. I’m enrolling you to another school. Maybe a Catholic one! And you will learn sooner or later to obey me!” With that he closed the door and went to his own room. That whole night sucked.

~*~*~*~*~*~


The next day my father forbade me to go to school. Really. He made me stay home. I sat in my room and watched TV. I enjoyed being able to watch the soaps. Young and the Restless. Bold and the Beautiful. As the World Turns. Those are the only ones I follow, since I was old enough to understand what cheating, plastic surgery, murder, pregnancy, miscarriage, scandal, adultery, blackmail, and the phrase “sleep with” meant. You know, common soap opera plots. So, basically, I’ve been following these stories since I was like 5.

I got a call from my father every hour to make sure I was still in the house. And he called at different times during each hour, so it wasn’t like I could sneak out and come back. It was about 2:47 when the phone rang again.

“Yes?” I said when I answered.

“Are you ok?” AJ asked. I was shocked! He called!

“I’m fine. How are you? He didn’t hurt you last night did he?” I questioned.

“Busted my ass bone a bit, but I’m cool.” I laughed. He always had a way of turning sour situations into comical ones.

“I missed you so much today, it hurt. I couldn’t think straight.” He whispered. I was speechless. And he knew it.

“When can I see you?” I didn’t know what to tell him. I couldn’t leave the house.

“I don’t know.” It hurt to utter those words. Hurt like hell.

“Well, is he home now?” I explained to him how my father had me on house arrest and how I couldn’t leave. And if I did leave, I had no idea what he’d do. He’s been talking crazy ever since last night.” There was a pause in the conversation.

“I just had the weirdest thought.” He chuckled. I asked what it was.

“I was just thinking how crazy it’d be to just run off together. You know? Cause my cousin’s got this great place up north. And we could stay with him. Go to school there. Live happily ever after. But like I said, it was a crazy thought that popped into my head, you know?”

“You’d do that just to be with me, wouldn’t you?” I asked him.

“I’d do anything for you, baby.” After that, he told me how God-awful JROTC was. He said that Shane actually said more than 5 words, all were complaints. He also told me that he could definitely see how much hostility Josh had toward him. But what he said next shocked me.

“After he dogged us to the bone, he pulled me off to the side and asked me why I was going through all of this. I told him it was because I loved you and he said he never thought I was serious about you. Now that he sees I am, he’s letting us off of the hook. No more JROTC for Shane and I. And he’s gonna keep quiet. He’s not half bad.” I was at a loss!

“Josh said this?” I asked.

“Yep.”

“AJ.... I have an idea. Where are Shane and T?” He told me there were both at T’s, as always.

“Well, go to T’s house. And stay there. I’m coming over.” I hung up before AJ could say anything else. I called Josh, who was always home. I explained everything to him, and he agreed to my plan. Of course, I’ll have to explain to you what my plan was. You see... I wanted Josh to call my father at work and ask him if he could take me out. My father said yes, of course. So, instead of taking me out, he’d take me to T’s. Josh agreed reluctantly. He still liked me. But he respected AJ now, and he was willing to help us see each other.

When we got to T’s house, and she opened the door, I ran into AJ’s arms as fast as I could. We held each other so tightly that my arms grew numb. But I didn’t care. I needed it. Then we just stood there for a while and stared into each other’s eyes. I heard Josh come in, and it broke my concentration. I stepped away from AJ for a moment.

“Josh, you know Shane and T.” T smiled and Shane just rolled his eyes and sunk down into his seat. T pinched his shoulder and he let out an “Ow!”

Josh settled down and watched television. In the meantime, AJ had my hand and was leading me into the basement. It was beautiful down there. There was a fireplace and a comfortable sofa. He found a blanket in one of the closets and he wrapped it around me right before turning the fireplace on by remote control. I sat on his lap and he placed his hand on my thigh.

With another click of the remote, the stereo was on playing a soft song. I do believe it was “This Love” from the Cruel Intentions soundtrack. I love that soundtrack, so I identified it easily. I raised my arms into the air and he slipped my shirt up over my head. I took the liberty of undoing my bra, and let it fall away from my shoulders. He eyes my taught nipples as if he had never seen them before. He took one into his mouth. And the feeling of his soft, wet tongue was driving me to insanity.

I had the undeniable urge to touch myself. So I unzipped my jeans and slipped my hand down into my panties. AJ watched as I played with my swelling clit, and he pulled my hand out only to place my index and middle finger between his lips. Tasting me. Teasing me. I wanted to taste him. He made me hunger for him, just the sight of him. I yanked his shirt off and did the same with his overly baggy jeans. It wasn’t long before I had his length in my mouth, then out, then in again as far as I could possibly consume it.

The irresistible smell of his sweat mixed with the cologned aroma of his skin and I was in heaven. It turned me on to turn him on. It aroused me to see him arch his spine and moan my name. He called out for more and gasped in utter bliss. By now my body was crying for attention. I replaced my mouth with one of my hands. And I asked if he had a condom. Of course he came prepared. AJ was always prepared. Ever since he took my virginity, we made love at the drop of a dime.

I unrolled the latex condom down his shaft, and I made sure to squeeze him as I did so, forcing him to make sounds that only a man in complete pleasure would make. He turned me on to my back and he lifted my leg up toward the ceiling. It rested on his shoulder, and I knew from that point on that I was dealing with a professional who was going to take me to heights I deemed impossible.

He reached down between us both, spread my lips, and entered into me slowly. My walls swallowed his erection and I swear I heard him say that I was “so tight” and then grin. I remember thinking then that it would always be tight for him, because he was the only man I wanted to sleep with from that day forward. He ran his fingers through my hair with one hand and held my leg in place with the other. I began moving my hips forward, meeting him thrust for thrust. And I remember feeling like the room was spinning.

I heard screams, and they were my own. I was so deep in a trance that I couldn’t even determine the sources of sounds. The music sounded far away. Then it sounded like it was directly in my ear. I was high. High on love. High on passion. High on lust. I felt like I was on ecstasy, but I doubt any pill can have the affect AJ had on me.

He moved my leg back down so that he could lie on top of me. And he silenced my screams with his kisses. He increased his rhythm. I closed my eyes and pictured us together, making love, and in our own house. He’d have to keep me quiet still, because our children would be sleeping down the hall. I pictured us making love every day for the rest of my life. I opened my eyes and AJ had his eyes closed. I could tell he was moments away from letting go. I can’t tell you how much I wished it wasn’t such a risk for him to erupt within me, freely. I wanted so badly to feel him do this. To feel direct skin on skin contact. Thinking about this alone gave me another orgasm. And just as I was reaching mine, AJ was finishing his.

He continued to thrust into me until he was sure I had no energy left. And once my body went limp, he pulled himself out of me and ducked under the blanket. I felt him part my lips with his tongue and taste me. He reached up and massaged my breasts while he licked me. Toyed with me. Teased my throbbing clit, especially at the peak of its sensitivity. In the words of Madonna... AJ had me “traveling, traveling, leaving logic and reason... traveling, traveling, in the arms of unconsciousness.”

When we returned upstairs, I was still recovering from my ride to the heavens with AJ. My legs were still very weak and I had to lean on him. I was still very wet. And still very aroused. Still traveling. My hair was tangled, my face was flushed. I felt like I’d just been on a roller coaster. A roller coaster by the name of Alexander J. McLean. I sat on his lap in an easy chair. I was too weak to be active, so I curled up into a ball in his arms and closed my eyes to rest.

Every so often, he would lean down and whisper things into my ear.

“I love you so much. I’ll always love you. What we have now will last forever, I promise.” I felt myself smiling, though I couldn’t form words. I felt him drawing circles on my thigh with his finger. Then he just rubbed my butt as if he was fascinated with it. Josh must have looked at his watch, which he is famous for doing, because he announced that he had better be getting me back home.

AJ helped me to my feet and kissed me goodbye. He gave me his cell phone and told me to keep it on at all times. And to make sure that when it rang, only I should hear it. T suggested keeping it under my pillow and turning it off whenever my father came into my room or near it.

He told me that he loved me once more, and he wished me luck with my father. Shane gave me a hug, and t walked me to Josh’s car. Josh stayed behind and talked to AJ. I just knew that AJ thanked him for helping us be together. I didn’t have to stand there to know that.

When we got home, my father asked why I looked so disheveled. Josh cut in and told Daddy that he had taken me go-cart racing and it did a number on my hair. Daddy swallowed it. Josh was such a cool friend.

I stepped out on the porch to thank Josh myself. He told me that I shouldn’t make a habit of calling him when I wanted to fool around with AJ. That was a more than reasonable request. I gave him a big hug and thanked him again. He only smiled and tapped my nose with his forefinger. Yep... Josh is going to make for a hell of a boyfriend someday. He’s just too sweet.

I was just on my way to my room when my father told me to start packing my things.

“What??? Why?!?! Where are you sending me?” I shrieked. He only came to the bottom of the stairs and stared up at me over his glasses.

“I’m not sending you anywhere. I requested a transfer. We’re leaving on Friday. Phoenix, Arizona.” He announced. Then he turned and went back into his study. Phoenix! The only Phoenix I liked was Joaquin. Not the city of Phoenix!!!

I went into my room and slammed the door, my heart was pounding and I felt like I was about to die of shock. The first time in my life that I found love and friendship... and now my father was yanking me miles and miles away from it. Damn him! Damn fate! Fuck my shitty luck! UGH!


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