Double Take
Chapter 37
“And, as is true of any other strong and addicting drug, true first love is dangerous.”
—Stephen King, Wizard and Glass
“DON’T LET GO! Don’t let go! Don’t let go! Ahhh!” I wasn’t about to let go of my grip around Rachel’s waist as we plunged down the flume ride at the indoor amusement park. We got sprayed a little when we hit the bottom of the ride but I did my best to protect her by holding her close.
When Minnesota opened its first indoor amusement park at Mall of America, V1 rolled his eyes.
“What stupid idiot would go to a shopping center for amusement park rides. Parents have no idea how to entertain their own kids these days.”
Now I had my answer. The place was packed with teens just released for spring break and it had been a ten-minute wait in line to reach the top of the log flume. We were ready to get in line and go again. I figured anyplace that had winter months and teens would want one of these. We hit the multi-level miniature golf course for our next adventure. Who cares if it’s raining outside? It was bright and sunny at the amusement park.
Of course, a lot of the adventures were ‘virtual’ adventures. I know in my head that we didn’t move on a glider ride through the Grand Canyon, but it sure felt like we did. My legs were a little wobbly when I got off that one. Memorial Day, the outdoor extension of the park would open and I wondered if anyone would still be playing on the virtual rides when you could do regular water slides, rollercoasters, and Ferris wheels outside.
The miniature golf course gave us time to settle down our pace a bit and talk as we moved around the course, holding hands.
Rachel had insisted on an age-appropriate date and since I couldn’t drive, I walked to her house, about half a mile away from mine, and we caught a city bus to the mall. I’d been on the school bus enough times in the past two weeks not to be quite as nervous about buses in general, but I still held Rachel well back from the curb when the bus arrived. My heart settled soon after we were seated and I got a schedule so I’d know when we had to catch a bus home.
“You’re going to get a reputation for taking girls on incredible dates and we’ll have to put a barricade around our lunch table,” she laughed.
“Not interested in other girls,” I said. “Got all I need right here.”
“I don’t think I’m ready to go steady, Jacob. We’ve only known each other for a week.”
“Best week of my life as far as I can remember,” I said. “I’ve loved getting to know you like this.”
We had our burger and split a shake before going to the theater for Dumbo and splitting a tub of popcorn that cost more than the movie. And yes, my stupid fifteen-year-old body cried during the movie. Rachel, however, leaned over and kissed the tears off my cheek. It was worth it.
“Will you be okay walking home, Jacob?” she asked as we stood at her door. “I could get the car and drive you. It’s only a little out of character.”
“No, sweet thing. This is the kind of night when a man wants to walk a ways fresh from the arms of his girlfriend and thank the stars how lucky he is. Maybe I’ll write a poem or sing a song or something. You wouldn’t want me doing that in your car.”
“You are a romantic, aren’t you?” she giggled. We stopped at her front steps and she went up one so she looked me straight in the eye. “I had a wonderful time today, Jacob. Kiss me?” Well, hell yes.
We didn’t let it ramp up too much. I wasn’t going to try and feel her up on the front steps. It was sweet, though, and as I walked away from her door, I actually felt like the fifteen-year-old that I now was.
The five of us had decided to still get together on Sunday afternoon to ‘study’ at Joan’s house, but after about half an hour, we put on a movie and just veg’d out. Joan’s mother helpfully brought in popcorn for us. She was dressed in a peignoir that showed pretty much anything we were interested in looking at, but we all just raised a hand and thanked her as we kept watching the screen.
“Hey, why don’t we have a little party at my house tomorrow,” Rachel said. “Mom knows all of you now so she won’t have a problem with me having you over. I’ll order pizza for lunch.”
“That sounds like fun!” Beca chimed in. She was spreading her charms around a bit by sitting on Desi, who didn’t quite know what to do with her.
“Can we bring anything?” I asked.
“Just your charming wit. It will probably be pretty much the same as this—sitting around watching movies.”
“Only without the maternal slut parading around,” Joan sighed. “Sorry, guys.”
“Love you, Joan,” Beca said, kissing her on the cheek. “Don’t worry about the mumsy. Not even Jacob is affected.” Well, that wasn’t completely true, but I had more important things to think about—like holding Rachel’s hand. At the door we all paused for a kiss goodbye. No tongues. Beca’s mom pulled up to pick the two of us up, Desi getting a ride with Rachel. I got dropped off and just went to my room to play the guitar for a while.
Suffocating darkness pressing in on me from all sides. Collapsing my lungs. My heart. My soul. Nothingness beckoning me.
“It’s just a dream. Just a dream, J. C’mon. Wake up.”
I gasped air into my lungs and turned my head to see Pey standing by my bed holding my hand.
“Sorry, Pey. Did I wake you up?”
“Maybe. I don’t know. I just knew someone needed to hold your hand. I couldn’t do any of the grown-up stuff when you had to have help after the hospital. I felt bad because I couldn’t help you. But I can do this. I have to go now. Em is having a nightmare.”
My baby sister padded back to her room and I could hear the muffled sounds of her comforting Em. I lay there thinking about it. What could the dream mean? I was becoming suspicious that Em and I had been in an accident sometime when we were little and had to hold onto each other for a long time while we waited for rescue. I wondered, How long? What kind of accident? Where were we? If she was having nightmares, too, we must have been there together. I wished I could remember so I could deal with it.
The first thing that happened Monday morning was that I flopped onto my chair at the breakfast table right on a whoopee cushion that belched out a huge noisy blast of air. My sisters, sitting across from me, started giggling.
“Did someone put that whoopee cushion on your chair?” Mom asked accusingly. “Girls?”
“No, Mom,” I deadpanned. “I just farted.” She snapped around to look at me and all three of us yelled out “April Fools!”
Of course, we had to have little bits of fun for the first of April. I checked the sugar first to be sure it wasn’t salt before I put it on my cereal. But when I poured milk on it, it was all curdles.
“Oh, yuck! Who made an April Fools joke out of the milk? That’s so wasteful,” I complained. Mom snatched up the carton and sniffed, wrinkling her nose. She looked at the box.
“This milk is way past its expiry date! I’ve warned your father to only buy canned goods at Grocery Outlet. I bet he took a shortcut when he shopped Saturday.” She snatched my bowl of cereal and poured it down the garbage disposal with the spoiled milk. “Here! I have to go to work. Emily, take your brother and sister to McDonald’s for breakfast.” She handed Em a twenty and headed for the door. “And don’t go overboard on practical jokes today!” she called back.
“Get dressed, you guys. If I leave without you, you won’t have any breakfast!” Em said as she scooted toward her bedroom to get her clothes.
At eleven-thirty, exactly when we set the time of the party, I walked up the steps to Rachel’s house and rang the bell. It took a minute before a sleepy looking Rachel in her pajamas opened the door.
“Jacob?”
“Um… Are you okay, Rachel? Didn’t you invite us over at eleven-thirty? I must have misunderstood. I’ll go.”
“Oh… uh… no. Don’t go. I just… Well, it was the first day of vacation so I stayed up most of the night watching Netflix. All caught up on Castlevania now.”
“You want me to wait outside until you get dressed and all?” I asked. This was really weird. And where were the other girls? I was suspicious of another prank.
“No. Come in. It’s okay.” I stepped inside and glanced around. The house seemed quiet and empty.
“Where’s your brother?”
“Oh, he’s starting the week with an overnight at his buddy’s house.”
“I didn’t know boys did sleepover things.”
“You didn’t? Heck half of the year there’s either a boy over here or he’s at some other guy’s house. They play video games and drink pop all night and then moan and groan in the morning. Not like me,” she giggled. “Have a seat. Would you like some coffee?”
“If you’re making some for yourself, sure. Don’t do anything special.”
She really didn’t need to do anything special. Her mahogany hair was tousled up and she was wearing no makeup. But she was wearing a pair of flannel pajamas and… You know, flannel is a really soft and clingy material. The movement of Rachel’s breasts beneath the shirt was mesmerizing and told me she definitely didn’t sleep in a bra. And when she bent to pick up a spoon she dropped they caressed her butt in a way I’d like to do. Amazing! I was in jeans and the tight denim was getting tighter.
She brought me my coffee and I sipped at it as she did, looking at me over the rim of her cup.
“Uh… Gosh, is it fashionable to be thirty minutes late to a party?” I asked. “Where are Joan, Beca, and Desi?” Rachel set her cup down and walked around the table to snuggle her pajama-clad bottom onto my lap. My breath picked up as I put an arm around her and her lithe body melted into mine. She lifted her lips and I tasted the minty freshness of her toothpaste, slightly tainted by the sip of coffee.
Fresh toothpaste? Did she stop to brush her teeth before she came down to answer the doorbell? She pulled back and smiled at me.
“April Fools, Jacob.” I looked around, expecting to see the girls pop out giggling. Nothing.
“You mean the party was just a joke and I fell into it?” I said. They’d done a really good job.
“No. The party invitation was just an excuse to get you here alone with me.” Her lips met mine again and the day took a definite turn for the better.
My tour of her house ended in a basement bedroom with high windows. It looked like the decorating might have started with a theme but then someone forgot about it and just kept adding stuff. A big poster for Twenty One Pilots dominated the wall next to her oversize twin bed. I knew what it was because it looked the same as mine. Except she had matched sheets and bedspread that looked like they came out of a box from at BB&B. Everything matched. I could tell because the bed wasn’t made. It looked like she really had just gotten out of it.
Little white lights, like Christmas lights, surrounded the poster and ran around the ceiling of the room. That seemed to be the only central lighting. A little reading lamp was on the desk next to her bed. The rest of the walls and the room were covered with stuff. Posters, photos, a batik. I was pleased to see a pair of roller skates in one corner. Next to a pile of clothes that either hadn’t been put away or hadn’t yet been washed. I wasn’t sure which.
In addition to the reading lamp, her desk was covered with books, plastic boxes of jewelry and makeup, deck of cards, a vase of dried flowers, a sea shell, two purses and a belt that dangled over the edge onto her chair. A couple dresser drawers were partially open. Yes, it was messy, but something about the room was incredibly sexy. Maybe it was the pajama-clad girl dragging me over to sit on her bed with her.
“This is the real me, Jacob,” she sighed. “I’m pretty smart but a little scattered. I’m interesting but it’s easy to get distracted. I like to play games but I don’t play to win. I want to try everything. I like bright colors, sexy clothes, and exactly one boy. No more playing games like we’ve done all week, Jacob. Do you like me?” Like her? I took a deep breath.
“Rachel, I like you. A lot. If I really understood what it meant, I’d say I love you. I think so. This past week of playing ‘getting to know you’ has been great. I feel like I not only know you better, I know me better. I’m kinda crazy about you.”
“So… If we made love, you wouldn’t go out and kill yourself afterward?” she asked.
“I can’t think of anything that would make me happier than making love to you. Rachel, whatever you want. I’m yours.”
“Well, right after you bid on Desi’s virginity, you walked in front of a bus. I just wanted to be sure.” She was joking, but I took her seriously.
“The guy who walked in front of that bus… That wasn’t me.”
“Jacob, you didn’t really do it on purpose did you?”
“I don’t know. I think that subconsciously the answer is yes. Whether I consciously said ‘Now is the time,’ I don’t know. But who I was back then never even had an inkling of what life had to offer. He couldn’t deal with his nightmares, with the tensions in his family, or even face another day of school. He didn’t understand that life is already too short.”
“Will you make love to me, Jacob?”
“Yes, Rache.”
We kissed again and now that we both knew we were committed, we just relaxed and let things go where they would. The only thing I remembered clearly was not to try to touch her between the legs until she gave the signal that she was ready. And she didn’t touch my cock, even when it was finally out of my pants and waving in the air.
“I hope you don’t mind that I have a hairy pussy,” she whispered as we finally lay next to each other with our skin touching from our lips to our toes.
“Kind of a relief. I don’t understand what guys get out of having a completely shaved girl. Do they want to think they’re making love to a ten-year-old?”
“Weird. I figured I grew this so I might as well be proud of it. Though I trim and shave the parts that would hang out of a bikini. Or get between your teeth,” she giggled. We kissed again.
“You can touch me now, Jacob. To find out if I’m ready for you.”
I took my time moving my hand down her body while we continued to kiss. Her fingers kept brushing against my nipples and I knew that was making me leak out precome from my cock. There was a direct connection. When I reached her mass of pubic curls, I played with them, tugging lightly and twisting it around my fingers. We were both breathing heavily and I was depending on my inner age to keep me from just coming on her tummy right away. I finally moved lower and parted the hair over her lips so I could stroke the moist slit. Rachel panted beside me.
“I believe you are ready, love,” I said as I tickled her clit just a little to cause her to gasp. Her small hand wrapped around my cock and spread my lubrication over it.
“I am ready. Come to me, lover.” She pulled me toward her as she rolled to her back.
“Are you sure you don’t want to be on top?”
“No. I want to feel your weight pushing down against me and know that I am finally making love for the first time,” she whispered.
“First time?” I gasped.
“I’ve had sex before, but I’ve never made love,” she said. I felt the tip of my cock touch her moistness and began to slowly slip inside. “All the way in, love. I want to feel you all the way inside me.” Sinking into her had me gasping for breath and desperately holding back my orgasm.
“I think I’m there,” I said as my pubic bone touched hers.
“Yes. Just stay there while I enjoy the feeling,” she said. I obeyed, allowing my pending climax to subside a bit, holding Rachel’s eyes with my own. She pushed and I slid back then back in. “Slowly, please. I want to savor every moment of being connected with you. In. Out. In.” I let her set the pace, all the while savoring the utter bliss of her vagina on my cock. It was torturous but she insisted on the pace. “I wish we could make it last forever like this,” she said. “I can feel the tension building in my vagina. My clit is throbbing each time you move in and touch it. I knew… knew it would be different… when it was right. Keep moving like this. Even if you come, keep moving at this pace.”
It certainly felt wonderful and I could feel the blood coursing through my cock in rhythm with the pulse in my forehead. No matter how long my V1 self wanted this to last, my V3 body was not going to make many more strokes before I was past my limit. Rachel’s breaths were expelled in short bursts as we moved against each other.
“Yessss,” she breathed. I felt the walls of her vagina contract and the fluids pass my prostate. “Keep moving. Don’t stop, Jacob. Please, never stop.”
It was a struggle. My instinct said to drive in toward her cervix as far as I could and hold there while the waves of sperm splashed against her shores. But I kept moving. No more had I felt the first orgasm subsiding than I felt the second building. Rachel was ahead of me and was well on her way to the third when I unleashed again, nearly passing out with the pressure to keep up the even pace until she had peaked again.
“I love you. I love you so much!” I said. She rolled with me to our sides and held me while tears streamed down both our faces.
“We’ll fuck later. We’ll have sex in every position we can imagine. I’ll suck you and you’ll eat me. But I will never forget how we made love our first time,” she sobbed.
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