Chapter 7: Jacqueline

It was easier than I thought to get out of the house, that tree limb that had scared the crap out of me as a child was now my new best friend. I just had to figure out how to get my car down the driveway without making too much noise.

I eased it into drive and with the lights off let it roll slowly backwards down the driveway until I got far enough away from the house to make a U-turn on the lawn and gun it the hell out of there.

My heart was racing so fast and hard I felt for sure I was going to collapse. My hands were actually shaking and my knees felt weak. But then a smile broke out across my face.

I'd done it, I'd actually done something I was sure would get me into more trouble than I've been in in a long-long time. I wonder if the fact that both instances had something to do with my Jake was an omen?

That long ago summer when I first felt love... there're no words. He made me feel alive and wanted and sexy and...all the things I'd never felt before in my life. That first night after I'd remembered how my tongue worked we'd talked for hours.

I was breaking curfew but I didn't care, I never wanted to leave his presence. I hadn't missed his reaction when I told him who I was, who my father was.

I'd half expected him to give me the brush off just like everyone else did but he hadn't, he'd kept me talking until it was past time to go. I honestly don't remember half of what was said that first night, I was too full of nerves and the look in his eyes kept distracting me.

Everyday that I went to his house under the pretense of tutoring Mindy (who, as far as my parents now believed was a lost cause in the education department) was like an adventure. We worked out a scheme where he would actually help his sister before I even got there and then we'd spend the whole hour or two together.

At first it was just getting to know you stuff. He seemed so attentive, like he really cared about my life. He wanted to know every little detail. The first day he passed his hand through my hair I had a very embarrassing moment, which he of course noticed.

He seemed to notice everything about me, which just went straight to my head. But that day I'd wished he wasn't so observant. With the touch of his fingers against my scalp my skin had heated, I'd become flushed and the seat of my panties was a whole lot wetter than they had been.

I don't think he would've noticed all of that though if I hadn't moaned out loud and clenched my thighs together. Then again it had worked out for the best because that was the first time he'd kissed me.

He'd looked right into my eyes then and stolen my heart with one touch of his lips against mine. I almost ate the poor man's face off so green was I. It was the first time anyone had ever kissed me and boy was I not prepared.

He did everything just right, from the way he held my head in his hands, the slow way he moved in while keeping eye contact and then that first tentative brush of lips.

He'd nibbled on my bottom lip once, twice, three times, and then he'd taken my tongue into his mouth and suckled. After that my panties were pretty much useless.

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"Do you ever see yourself living anywhere else but here sweet Jacqueline?" I love it when he calls me that, love the way he touches me when he says it. We were in his family's living room. The house was small but neat and full of little happy mementos.

His mom made her own curtains of all things and crocheted little throw things for the chairs and stuff. Nothing at all, like the professionally decorated mausoleum I'd grown up in.

"I don't know I've never really given it much thought before." How was I supposed to spend the rest of my life with him if I couldn't remember how to breathe in his presence?

He had this intense way of looking into my eyes when we talked, as if all his attention was solely focused on me and me alone. When I'm with him I don't feel like the social misfit or the plain Jane I'd always believed myself to be.

"One day I'm going to steal you away from here." He said it jokingly but all I could think was 憏es please and thank you.'

"When?" Crap I hadn't meant to say that out loud. Now he'll think I'm a needy little girl too green to know when a boy was just sweet-talking her. "Soon I promise." Those words had warmed my heart. I'd never doubted for one second that he'd meant them.

We spent the whole summer kissing on that couch or sometimes when I was feeling brave enough, while lying across his bed in his old room. The first time he lifted my shirt I almost died.

"No baby don't tense up I'm not going to hurt you just let me look at you." He'd studied me for the longest time and then his nostrils had flared and...

"I'm sorry, I lied." He growled those words just before he lowered his head and took my nipple into his mouth. My womb was no longer speaking, she was screeching at the top of her lungs for me to get on with it.

I think this is what they mean by self-combusting, at least it should be. Every surface of my skin felt like it was on fire, my breathing was shot and I don't think I remembered how to hold a thought.

He chewed on my nipple and I'm almost ashamed to say I couldn't hold back the unladylike sounds that escaped me. My hand of its own accord came up to hold his head in place and when he shifted his thigh between mine...well, lets just say I rode that horse for all he was worth.

"Fuck we have to stop." What why who says? Those were my confused rambling thoughts as I fought to hold onto my sanity. I tried to get his leg back to where it had been a minute ago but he held me off. "I can't take you with my little sister in the other room babe. When I take you it might get loud..."