Purple And Nothing

The one you'll always remember..

The night has finally arrived, and my nerves are on the verge of getting the best of me. Can I really go through with this? "This is what growing up is, SO GROW UP!" a voice screams into my right and left side. He's right though. I have to do this, because I think that I love the idea of her. We have 85 minutes to call this off, and when the ice cube melts, we can not back out of this.

 

 

...Our time is up. This is really going to take place, tonight. Let's synchronize our fables, because everything we do tonight needs to be lied about.

 

It's dark outside, and the fog is in the shadows of the mist as we drive west on Merrick Road. I'll never remember the playlist during the 22 minute drive, but the sound of piano keys have never sounded the same to me since that cold night in mid November. We sit in a brief silence as I absorb the scent of your Parliament lights and over priced perfume, and as I look to my left, I can't help but notice the smirk on your lips that you don't know I'm noticing. The look of chicanery, as I later found out. I stare forward and try to mask the deep breaths that I need to take in order to keep surviving the moment.

 

I'm shaking.

 

Not  a shaking that you get in a 25 degree breeze, but a rapid vibration throughout my entire body that is far from my own control. The things that are running through my head are unfamiliar enough to scare me, excite me, and panic me. How did we even make it to this point anyway? My virgin body can't possibly have anything to offer her. I'm only 16 years old. But her, she's so, so...Adult.

 

We reach our destination. A vacant lot that goes on forever in every direction. Light poles are scattered throughout in no particular sequence, and the first trash can I see is overflowing with empty beer cans and bottles. She drives in a semi-circle, chooses parking space number 111, and backs the car into the space, hitting the curb. She turns off the car, puts the keys into her brown Louis Vuitton bag, and wastes not 1 more second.

 

"Get in the back seat"

 

She says in a sly tone as she looks me directly in the eyes. I do as I'm instructed, open my door, and step outside. "Chaos" is written on the curb in black spray paint. I'm not quite sure why I still remember that. I make my way into the backseat, and in the time it took me to sit down and close my door, she has removed her blue jeans and threw them into the front seat. "Your turn" she says with a closed mouth smile. I take off my sneakers, and begin to remove my pants. She watches my every move, and within two minutes, we are both in her back seat, pantless. She jumps on top of me, and immediately slides her tongue into my mouth, kissing me in the most aggressive way that I have ever experienced. Both of her hands are on my head, and both of mine are on her waist. She leans back for a second and lifts her shirt over her head. Her bra is purple, just like her panties. I have such a remarkable view of her. The way her hair falls on both sides of her chest is making me crazy. She grabs the bottom of my navy Incubus t-shirt, peels it off of my body, and begins to grind her sex against my rock hard. Faster, and faster, and faster. Her fingers intertwined behind my head. She is moving so fast that I don't have time to be nervous anymore. I just have to pretend that I know what I'm doing. This is where my years of watching porn needs to pay off.

 

I take her off of me, spin her around, and have her get back on top. Her back to my chest. I grab her breasts and pull down her top to expose them. N*****s erect. I pinch them both and her eyes squeeze shut. My right hand makes its way down her panties, and she is oh so silky smooth. My middle finger and ring finger slide inside of her pink, and there is not a word in the English language to describe how wet she is. I move my middle finger up, and find her magic button. I play with it like I don't know how, but from the sounds that are escaping from her mouth, you would think I do this everyday. The symphany of passion and pleasure stimulate me. I wonder if her boyfriend makes her squeel as well as I do. I continue the same motions, it seems to be working fine. The moaning, the kissing, the pulling of my hair. I don't want to stop pleasing her, she's just too good at faking it. In just minutes, a sudden movement traps my hand between her thighs, and I can barely move it. "Don't stop" she begs, and I grant her command. Four seconds, three seconds, two seconds, one second, aaand we have a squirter! A flowing explosion between her thighs that is absorbed by my entire right hand. My first instinct is to put my fingers into her mouth, so that's what I do, followed by the dragging of my hand down her chin, neck, chest, and stomach. I have to be slick about this, because if I shouted out "THIS IS F*****G AMAZING" like I was thinking, this moment of ecstasy may have come to a conclusion.

 

Deep breaths are exchanged for a moment or two, and she tickles my bliss with a factitious phrase. I bet you would just love to know what that phrase was too. Spontaneously, she places her body on the seat to my left, and aggressivly procedes to remove my silk black and blue boxers. She grabs my private, and returns the favor with her cherry flavored gloss. Less than a minute worth of gratification, but it will never be forgotten.

 

There's only one thing left to do, and it's the one thing that will finally dissolve the boy that I am. Every time I've thought about what my first time would be like, it's never involved a backseat. My ideal circumstance has always consisted of the one I love, and myself. If any plot you map out goes according to plan though, then you are part of a rare and elite group of individuals. Life just has a way of playing things out in a way that you would never assume, and it's not always ideal. Young and naive is what I was. I was completely oblivious to the fact that our mutual adoration for one another had been falsified from day one. Of course, it all made sense to me in the end. This was just her cruel way of attaining revenge on her other half, and I was the second victim. Why else would she have let me stay inside of her for twelve minutes while he was at home in an inaudible state of mind? However, the beauty of it all is that he'll never know of how I enjoyed his his girlfriend on that frigid night in the most impure way imaginable.

 

Never.

 

T. Val

Author's Note

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Reviews

[MandaBear]

Great story thanks for sharing!

[T. Val]

Thanks so much for reading.

[Fréyjä Helv..]

I like how you stressed some phrases by color and format. The story flowed impecabbly. You should've rated this for mature read only though. The character role was very convincing. It was detailed and perfectily descriptive. It was a whole new perspective on how I see it. Good job.

[T. Val]

Thanks so much for the kind words.

[Sophia Marie]

I liked how you really develop the characters in such a short time, and then lead into the physicality of his first time. I loved the detail and want to see even more of the internal struggle going on with these two. A great glimpse into the male mind in this important moment a man goes through

[T. Val]

Thank you so much my fellow New Yorker.

[Perri]

I have this childish need to titter at certain sexual phrases...like "my sex" is used as a noun, and magic button...I just lol'd. This might just be me being immature...it's very hard to write about these things without being either crude or comical and you haven't done too bad a job of it. =)
It wasn't spectacular, but it was reasonably written, with potential ^^
He certainly got laid...high five to him xD

[T. Val]

Thank you for reading Perri

[gabrielle]

Thank you for giving me the opportunity to take a glimpse on a boy's point of view on his first time. you created a very vivid scene. the narration is factual, devoid of emotion, which to me, is very appropriate considering that the characters are not afflicted with the thing called love in the first place. A very interesting read.

[T. Val]

Thanks so much Gabrielle.

[EMMIE]

man...you write from the soul. The ending is awesome...I wonder what inspires you. Great story thanks for sharing!

[T. Val]

That's very kind of you Emmie. Thanks so much for reading.

[Priscilla Sayers]

Oh my love its a story :) I will get back to you on this review shortly :)
Gotta feed the kiddos & will give you a thorough review, promise:)

[T. Val]

That works ;)

[Priscilla Sayers]

:) just received a new member of the family so trying to acclimate her to the house. Our brother who passed Sat. His dog Nikki:) bitter sweet homecoming. But I intend to def read tonight.:) thanks for your patience love.

[Hester Vane]

Wow, this is like an anti-rom com from a male POV, but i can also imagine, sadly, this kind of thing happens! You told the story really well, with true honesty and vivid imagery. Great stuff.

[T. Val]

Thanks so much Hester.

[JR Darewood]

This is like a male romance novel! You write the mix of fear and smugness that goes w/ getting laid for the first time (from the guys point of view) very well. I love your use of color and bold-- the coded name-- it adds a lot and works really well. I really like the phrase "lets synchronize our fables"

[T. Val]

Thank you for the kind words J.

[redflutterby]

Great story. You set the scene perfectly and the pace flows well. Its explicit without sounding like a badly written Penthouse letter. A few spelling errors but other then that its well written. :-)

[T. Val]

Thanks so much for the review A.M.S. Would you be able to point out the errors that you picked up? I re-read it a few times and couldn't find any, but if they are there I would like to correct them. Thanks.