Sliding (The Stone Series) (32 page)

“No, Bobby and I used to sing that as a joke. I mean you weren’t, you
hadn’t done that back then yet, right?”

I just laugh but then the pain increases to almost an unbearable point. The
music is honestly only barely helping me now. I know the playlist has reached
the era of college when I hear “One More Try” and I am able to forget myself
between contractions and remember the past again.

************

Tate and Bobby come to Kentucky with my family to bring me to school. We
leave at 4am and drive straight through only making fast bathroom breaks. We
eat lunch in the car as we drive so we can be there before 6pm. We drive in my
mom’s minivan with Tate, Bobby and I in the far back and Michael and Katrina
who is pissed off about something in the middle. We play silly car games where
we try to find license plates from every state and then we try to find words on
signs in alphabetical order. Tate wins both games the competitive bastard!

When we arrive we are greeted by Adam and a few of the other cheerleaders,
I recognize a few from camp. I will be living off campus in a house with five
other cheerleaders. The only reason my dad and if truth be told Tate is
allowing me to live with two guys is because they are very, very gay. My father
is not happy about the whole alternative life style but he figures they will
not have any interest in his daughter. If I was in a co-ed dorm the prospects
would be endless.

Michael and Adam seem to hit it off as they are helping to unload my
stuff from the car. I wonder if Tate and I are the only ones who suspect that
Michael might be gay. I wanted Tate to have a talk with him before he left for
college but he hasn’t got around to it yet. He promised me he’d do it before he
leaves for school. Katrina and Bobby seem kind of extra friendly. I see her
feeling his arm when he’s carry a box in and I could swear he slapped her on
the ass. I’ll have to remember to ask Tate what the hell’s going on with them.

My parents take us all out to eat and Adam comes along. We go for pizza
at a nearby place and Tate and I eat with one hand because we can’t let our
other hands go from the other’s grip. This is annoying Katrina to no end and
she keeps rolling her eyes at me. I have no idea what has crawled up her ass
today.

Tate tells Adam that he was worried about him being my partner that first
summer and Adam chokes on his Coke.

“I love our girl but she’s all yours. Her brother on the other hand…” he
trials off leaving Tate and I raising our eyebrows at each other.

“See I told you, he’s gay. Adam must have gaydar, right? You need to talk
to him before you leave for school.”
 
 

My parents stay in a hotel overnight with Michael and Katrina but they
allow Tate and Bobby to stay with me. This causes a huge scene with Katrina
crying and yelling at my mother that she is not a baby anymore and she should
be able to stay with me. It is not a fight she has any chance of winning.

My first night in my new apartment is great because I have Tate with me. College
would be great if I knew I’d be living with him instead of eight hours away. I
have a room to myself as do the other three girls. Adam and Troy share a room
but Adam claims they are not together. Bobby sleeps on the couch so Tate and I
can be alone in my room. We are usually so rushed when we make love, afraid of
getting caught but tonight it’s just us, who knew being an adult would have
such perks?

“I am going to make this a night you will never forget. You’ll never be
able to bring another guy in here without remembering all the things I did to
you on this bed” Tate promises as he turns on the radio and pops in another
tape he’s made for me.

“One More Try” comes on and he asks me to dance. We dance together with
ease as is our way by now; comfortable in each other’s arms more than any other
place in the world. Tate has developed into a great dance partner and I can
only think how it’s not fair because of all my hard work some college co-ed is
going to get this hot, awesome boyfriend who can dance. I push the thought from
my head not wanting to ruin our last night together.

Tate sits on the edge of my new bed and commands, “Strip for me very
slowly” as “I Want to Sex You Up” starts to play. I slowly lift my arms up and
through my long curly hair then let is cascade down my back. I shake my head
from side to side, shaking my hair out. I turn my back to Tate and shake my ass
ever so slowly and I hear him moan deeply from down in his throat. I pull my
shirt over my head then flip my hair so it covers my breasts before I turn
around to face him.

“You look excited sir. Are you enjoying this new strip club?” I tease
him.

“Come closer, just out of my reach and tease me. Don’t let me touch you.”

I step an inch or two closer then remind him of the house rules. “Remember
sir, no touching or the boss gets very angry.” I lift my hair onto the top of
my head revealing my bra. I rub my hands over my breasts and moan softly.

“Take off your bra so I can see your tits” he orders me.

I turn and look at him seductively over my left shoulder as I unhook my
bra and slowly slide the strap down my right arm. I do the same with the left
strap then throw it at him. Tate catches it with his expert hands, holds it to
his nose and breathes in my perfume.

“Your nipples are lovely, do you know that?” he asks. “Now touch them.
Pull on them, pinch them for me. Yeah, that’s right baby. Mmm…I like to watch
you do that. I am going to be picturing this over and over in my head every
night while I whack off.”
 

I turn around and bend down with my legs kept straight as I slowly pull
my panties off. I throw them at Tate and he puts them in his pocket. “These
will come in very handy when I’m alone thinking about you. Now I’ll be able to
smell you while I’m pulling it.”

I let my skirt fall to the floor next. “I’m going to give you a lap dance
now but remember the rules, no touching or the boss gets very upset. Do you
understand?”

“Mmm…bring it on baby” Tate replies.

I swing my narrow hips and grind my tight ass on his lap making his
erection press even harder against the zipper of his pants. When I feel him
lifting a hand I grab it at the wrist and stop him.

“No, no, no. Now don’t be a naughty boy or the boss will come out here
and then you’ll be in big trouble” I warn.

“I Touch Myself” starts to play and Tate says, “Fuck the boss” as he
grabs for me and throws me on the bed. He pulls his shirt over his head
revealing his defined chest and stomach muscles. He has this arousing patch of
hair between his pectorals and then this great little line of hair leading into
his pants. I reach for the button then the zipper of his pants and he moans out
loud when I release him.

“Touch yourself for me. The way I taught you so I can remember what you
look like doing it. It’ll be another thought I’ll be able to have when I’m
jerking off until I can touch you again.”

I obey and I begin to masturbate in front of him. I slide my fingers over
my sex and feel how excited I am already and he hasn’t even touched me yet. I
offer my finger to him and he sucks greedily on it then asks for more. This
time I insert my finger into myself before I offer it to him. A quick taste not
being enough for him Tate slides between my legs spreads them farther apart and
begins to flick at me with his tongue. I gasp and raise my hips to him. This
turns him on more and makes him suck on me creating a sensation I can’t fight
off, I succumb within seconds. He is holding my hips and sucking, he won’t stop
sucking and it’s making my orgasm continue. When he finally lets go and
releases me from his grip his tongue gently swipes over his lips for one more
taste before he kissing me.

“That was your memory on your bed, now for your memory on your dresser”
Tate snickers as he lifts me up and sits me on my dresser thrusting his fingers
inside of me. “Cream” begins, Tate is standing between my legs and I am barely
sitting on the edge of my new dresser. The dresser that just hours ago my
mother was helping me fill with my clothes from home. He moves his fingers
while never breaking from our kiss. I gasp into his mouth and he knows I am
close to the edge once more. He skillfully causes my free fall over the edge.
He places me on the floor, takes me by the hand and leads me to my closet. I
can barely make it my body is so shaky.

“Open the closet door” he nods toward the door. I open the door as he has
asked and wait for his next request, willing to grant him anything, anything at
all.

“Now hold onto the clothes bar, tightly and don’t let go. Promise me you
won’t let go.”

I promise him, I would promise him anything at this very moment. I take
hold of the clothes bar at the same time he nudges me from behind. My head
falls back on his shoulder and I feel him gently push inside me. I have to
smile when “Rico Suave” starts to play. I look over my shoulder at Tate, “Cute,
very cute” I admit. And he gives my ass a smack before he backs up, pulling me
on top of him on the floor. “Now for the floor so you’ll think of me every time
you walk on it.”

Tate is on my floor with a look of utter determination. I can tell he is
holding back his own pleasure to make sure that I experience mine over and over
again all over this room. This night is about me and making an imprint on my
mind to last me until I can see him again. When I straddle him and he finds his
way back into my body he lets out a sound that’s part human, part animal. I
love when I make him aroused this way. It makes me feel like I have some amazing
power over him like only my touch can do this to him. I start to circle my hips
and he immediately grabs them trying to still me. I know that means he’s about
to finish and doesn’t want to, I can feel him getting hotter, harder and
thicker. He pulls out of me suddenly moves out from under me, picks me up and
places me on my bed.

“I’m one hundred percent in love with you, Brook Adams. No distance, no
amount of time is ever going to change that. Now I am going to make love to you
so you’ll never forget me.”

“The First Time” is playing in the background as Tate slowly enters me
again. Our eyes are locked on each other’s a
s he slowly
pumps into me while singing along with the words quietly in my ear. Just as the
song is ending we find our release together. Tate kisses me and pulls my
exhausted body into his arms where I fall asleep happy and content.
 
 

************

I am now seven centimeters along and I know
this is going to be the hardest part of my labor. I feel so much better when I
am able to close my eyes and let go, feel the music wash over me and remember
the past. Tate has been up for hours and he’s looking like he might collapse so
I send him off to get himself a cup of coffee. He promises to be back within
minutes. As he closes the door I hear “When I Look Into Your Eyes” and I’m
nineteen years old again.

***********

My attempts to break up with Tate before we
leave for school luckily don’t work; instead we both promise the other that we will
remain faithful and see if our relationship can work long distance. I know I remained
faithful and I don’t have any reason not to believe Tate that he did as well.

During our freshman year we write letters and
speak on the phone almost every night. Tate comes to see me once a month until
basketball season then I only get to see him on TV while he’s playing. I record
every game so I can see him whenever I want. Tate and I spend the summer
between our freshman and sophomore years at my apartment in Kentucky.

Our sophomore year flies by just as fast as our
first year. Tate is happy with UNC and loves his classes. He is doing better
than ever in school and on the court. He attributes this to being away from
home, away from his dad and all the pressure he’s always placed on him. I am
also happy at school and love being a cheerleader but I miss New York City and
my dance workshops. I wish I could do some dancing while I’m here.

Our junior year brings some drama. Tate’s Nana
passes away in October so we head home for the services. Tate was always very
close with her and he’s taking her death hard. Tate and his father have a huge
falling out when they learn that his very wealthy Nana has left Tate
everything. He doesn’t yet understand all the details but he thinks he’s pretty
rich. He says he wants to use the money to open his own music agency with Bobby
and me.

We each need to catch up on our missed school
work when we get back to school after the funeral so our nightly phone
conversations are short. I am missing dancing more and more every day and when
a friend of mine tells me about this dance place she works at needing a
choreographer I go with her to check it out. It turns out to be this place
called, Pussy Cats and it’s almost a strip club. It’s almost because the
dancers don’t take off all their clothes. They even have a male stripper night
every Tuesday for the girls to come and enjoy. The owner is looking for someone
to choreograph for the male dancers but also for the female dancers who dance
in cages every night that the club acts as just an ordinary dance club. The
girls in the cages all dress like cats and dance half naked behind bars in
these round cages placed all around the bar and dance floor areas. It’s not a
strip club but it sure is close.