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“What is a youth? Impetuous fire. What is a maid? Ice and desire. The world wags on.”
”No nightingale: look, love, what envious streaks
Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east:
Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day
Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops.
I must be gone and live, or stay and die.”
Romeo and Juliet; Act III, Scene V; William Shakespeare
May 1995, cont’d.
As they settled in with a bucket of popcorn Tara had the movie pick for the night and it was, oddly enough, American Graffiti. She loved the story and all of the classic cars. Jax was relieved it wasn’t a total chick flick. The last two nights were his and they had gone with Die Hard and The Terminator. Tara was a good sport about the violence and he loved when she would snuggle in closer during a thrilling or scary scene.
American Graffiti’s ending always reminded Tara of lost opportunities and what might have been. She knew exactly what she wanted to do and decided right then and there to do it.
After the movie was over, they were sitting on the floor of the den with their backs against the couch. The silence was awkward and she finally started kissing him and climbed onto his lap to straddle him. She started grinding and feeling exactly how big he was through the basketball shorts he was wearing and under her pleated skirt. She was shocked that the feel of his size excited her.
Jax was trying to be patient but was losing control at this point. Without saying anything, he picked her up and carried her to his bedroom as he was kissing her.
”Are you sure you’re ready for this, Tara?” She was so flustered that all she could do was nod yes.
Jax was so gentle with Tara that she finally had to beg him to make love to her. He knew that she needed to be relaxed in order for this to feel good at all. He began to kiss her small waist and shocked her by finding his way between her legs. She forgot that that kind of pleasure goes both ways and couldn’t believe how good it felt as she gripped his blonde hair.
Tara grasped his face and brought him back to her for a kiss. She reached for him as he quickly put on a condom. The fumbling made her giggle and that all but snapped his restraint. He gently entered her and the stretch she felt was so exquisitely uncomfortable that all she could do was breathlessly kiss him. As he thrusted through her barrier, she couldn’t help but grip his back so roughly that she scratched him.
She closed her eyes tightly and Jax had to tear his own eyes away from looking at where they were joined. “Look at me, Tara, am I hurting you? I’ll stop.” He didn’t really want to stop but would never hurt her.
Her mouth was slackened from the uncomfortable pleasure and she breathily replied. “No, no! It really does feel good.” She was so tight that he almost came right then and there. He then felt the pinch of her nails again into his back, and reminded himself again that he needed to go slow; it's her first time and he would die right then and there if he hurt her.
Slowly, he pushed forward and began to thrust deeper and harder. He wanted her to come with him so he reached quickly where they were joined and his fingers found her clit. She went into a state of white hot shock and all she could see was his face. She came hard around him as he thrusted harder and his orgasm was triggered by hers. He was kissing her so greedily that she was at a loss for air.
She was so beautiful, all flushed rose red under him and saying his name over and over so breathlessly that all he could think was that he will never let her go. She belongs to him now.
All she could do was cling to him as he peppered her neck with kisses while resting his face into her slender shoulder. As he held her, he couldn’t help but watch her like she was Snow White and he was there to break the sleeping spell. As she drifted off into that sleep, she knew that she would never truly belong with anyone else.