Spencer's Face (Buckeye Hawks) (24 page)

Todd patted me on the
shoulder. I hated that. It was like a pity pat. Like poor naïve teenage boy
infatuated with his first girlfriend. I knew the only way to prove him and Aunt
Janel wrong was to stay with Taylor forever. They’d know then.

“Go buy your condoms, Spencer.”
he told me.

I took his keys from the hook
and headed to Hassayampa store as fast as I could get there. They didn’t know
me nearly as well as they did at the Palo Verde store. Oh boy, Todd wasn’t
lying when he told me how many options there were to choose from. I took his
advice and bought plain ones, medium and large. A dozen of each. It was kind of
embarrassing to buy them, but not nearly as embarrassing as I thought it would
be.

When I got them home, I went
straight to my bathroom to try them on. I had to stroke myself some to get
hard. I tried on the medium size first. They were really tight, and really hard
to get on. I couldn’t get that one off fast enough. It was cutting off the
circulation. I tried on the large. Much better. It fit perfectly. I have to
admit, there was a certain amount of satisfaction when those fit. Okay, a lot
of satisfaction. I jerked off with it on so I could see how it worked. Wow. It
caught all of it. Getting it off was a little tricky, so I simply waited until
I started going soft some. It slid right off then. Would eleven be enough?
Surely it would.

I texted Taylor. “I bought
them. I’m ready if you still are.”

She called me immediately.
“What are you talking about?” she asked before I even answered the phone.

“Condoms.” I whispered into
the phone.

“Oh. You could have waited
until tomorrow to tell me that.” she laughed at me.

“Sorry, I was excited. I just
had to tell you.”

“Now you know what happens
when you get too excited.” She joked with me. “Are you close to that palm tree?
With a towel?”

“You’re horrible. You know
guys don’t like to be made fun of about that stuff.” I told her. I was
pretending to be joking. But I really didn’t want her to be making fun of me
for my lack of control in that area.

“Sorry.” she said seriously. “You
know I’d never actually make fun of you. Don’t you?”

I laughed at her. We talked
on the phone for almost an hour, then we hung up. I’d see her tomorrow anyway.
Oh man, it was going to be a long week for me. I hoped it was going to be just
as long for her. Monday morning, I threw the medium rubbers in my gym bag. I’d
leave them in the locker room for the guys who needed them. I’d seen that done
a few times.

At lunch, I drove Taylor to
the make out lot. We made out for over thirty minutes. I loved kissing her. But
today, I could feel every part of her. Nothing was off limits today. I slid my
hand down inside her jeans, inside her panties. She didn’t protest today, or
slap my hand away. In fact, she unfastened her jeans and unzipped them for me.
Oh I loved that. I pulled her panties out so I could look at her.

“Taylor, you’re beautiful.” I
said to her. I could barely speak, but I just had to tell her. She was gorgeous
down there. Her hair was a reddish blonde, almost the same color as on her
head. It was so pretty. I rubbed her, then slid my finger down and then inside
her. She was so moist, damp, almost wet. I didn’t expect that. I slid my finger
in and out. I wanted to go deeper. “Spread your legs for me a little.”

She did it, without
hesitation. She was really enjoying this. She loved what I was doing to her.
She kissed me with power and need. I was doing the same. I slid two fingers
inside her then. I continued with my in and out motions. She was panting
heavily into my mouth. I needed to stop. I was going to come soon. I couldn’t
stop myself though. I felt Taylor’s hips moving to the rhythm of my fingers.
That was it for me. I came, groaning for several seconds. My fingers were suddenly
wetter. Did she just come, too? Oh that was beautiful. She was beautiful. If
sex was better than this, I was going to really love sex.

She kissed me again. I pulled
my fingers out of her, and grabbed her face. “I love you so much, Taylor.” I
said with meaning as I kissed her. That’s when I smelled my fingers. Damn. They
smelled so good. I was getting hard again, just smelling them. I wanted to lick
them, but I didn’t want her to see me. I kissed her neck, then licked my
fingers. She heard me sucking, then pulled back.

“Do you like that?” she
asked, genuinely curious.

“Oh god yes.” I told her,
then licked some more. “Taylor, if it hurts you too much Friday night, can we
have oral sex?”

“What do you mean? You want
me to suck your…” she stopped. She’d said the word Saturday. I don’t know why
she couldn’t say it now.

“No. But I want to lick you. If
we can’t have real sex. Will you let me?” I asked her. Please say yes. Please.

She was thinking about it, I
think. Then she nodded. She didn’t say yes, but she nodded unable to answer me.
Maybe she was embarrassed.

I kissed her again, then
pulled back. “I need to stop. I can’t come again. It’ll soak through my jeans.”

She grabbed some napkins from
her console. “We can use these.” She offered.

That was embarrassing, but I
really did want to come again. And, I really wanted her to see me, like I’d
seen her. I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. I watched her face fill with
satisfaction as I moved it to grab it better. Her mouth was open as if she was
surprised. “Are you okay?” I asked her.

“It’s huge.” She said. “I
didn’t think it would be that big.”

Those words made me feel so
good about myself. I laughed at her. “Large.”

“Okay. Large.” she agreed.

“That’s what size condom I
had to buy.”

“That’s supposed to go inside
me. I don’t think it’s going to fit, Spencer.” she said quickly. She was
panicking.

“It’ll fit. We’ll take it
slow and easy. I promise. I had three fingers inside you a minute ago.” I
showed her how big my three fingers together were to prove my point to her.

“Really?” she asked. She took
a deep breath. She was calming some. She reached out her hand to touch me.

I removed my hand so she
could feel me. I wanted her hands on me so badly. I ached for her touch. She
ran her hand along me lengthwise. I almost came it felt so good. She rubbed
just her finger over my head, and my opening. Her touch was amazing, so soft
but really feeling me. She watched as she touched, which really excited me. I
could feel myself about to explode. I grabbed the napkins and held them over
myself quickly. I sucked air through my teeth trying not to embarrass myself
with primal noises again.

I grabbed her face with both
hands and kissed her. I felt so close to her right now. I didn’t want this
moment to end. I wanted it to last forever. We looked at the digital clock on
the dash and realized that we were late for class already. I just had auto
shop, but she had office management. It was a little harder for her to sneak in
late. We panicked and drove back to school fast. I drove her as close to her
class as we could get. She darted toward her class as quickly as she could.

In gym class, I placed the
condoms on the island of lockers while no one was looking. Well, I thought no
one was looking. Jose walked up right behind me and picked them up. He started
laughing.

“I wear large.” he said
proudly.

Jackass. “I do too. That’s
why I’m giving the mediums away.”

“Well, if you’re just now
finding out what size you wear, you haven’t popped her cherry yet.” He said. He
was trying too hard to goad me.

“Dream on, Jose. She wouldn’t
go back to you if you got down on your hands and knees and begged.” I told him
as I stripped my school clothes off.

In the basketball game, Jose
bumped into me on purpose several times. I got him back by tripping him once.
Everyone knew something was up between us, but no one said anything, especially
to our gym teacher, Mr. Hashburn. After P.E., we went straight to football
practice. That was one good thing about having P.E. last period, you didn’t
have to change clothes for football practice, unless the coach asked us to wear
our gear.

As we were passing the girls’
locker rooms on the way to the field, I spotted Taylor outside in her towel.
What the hell? All the guys were staring and laughing. They’d all stopped to
look. The girls played jokes on each other every once in a while, tossing a
girl out in their towel and locking her out for a few minutes. I spotted Jose
walking toward her. No way in hell was I going to let that happen. I took off
in a dead run toward them.

“Hey, Taylor!” Jose called
out to her as he approached her.

She gave him a look, then
knocked on the door even louder and harder.  

He rubbed her bare shoulders.
I wanted to kill him for touching her. “I’ll take you around through the guys’
locker room if you want.” He offered.

She shook her head and didn’t
even answer him. I was running toward her as fast as I could.

“Taylor.” I called out to
her. I wanted her and Jose both to know that I was coming.

She looked up and smiled at
me, relieved. Just then Jose ripped her towel off of her. She screamed, and
covered herself with her hands as well as she could. Jose pushed her up against
the wall, and started kissing her hard. I wanted to kill him like I’d never
wanted to kill a guy before in my life. I ripped my shirt off over my head as
quickly as I could and handed it to Taylor when I reached her. I grabbed Jose
by his shirt, pulling him off of her, and threw him against the wall. I
immediately started punching him as hard as I could. I got in several punches,
before Zane showed up. He took off his shirt and gave it to Taylor too. She was
crying out loud, almost sobbing.

“You sorry son of a bitch!” I
yelled to him as I continued punching him. He didn’t get in a single punch. He
tried, but I blocked them all. All he could do was turn his head, so I couldn’t
hit him as well as I had hoped. He was bleeding from his cheek, his nose, and
his lips. I relished in the blood slinging from his face with every punch. I
wanted more of his blood. How dare he touch her! I hated him for trying to
force himself on her.

Zane stood in front of
Taylor, with his back to her, trying to shield her from the entire football
team who was now gathered around to see the fight and Taylor without her
clothes. “Stop, Spencer.” He held Jose against the wall for me. He was fuming,
too. I went to Taylor and pressed her against the wall, shielding her a little
better. I held my shirt up for her to put on. It was long enough to cover
everything. She still wrapped Zane’s shirt around her waist. She was still
crying. I held her close to my chest. I wished the team would leave, but they
gathered around closer.

“Is she okay?” Zane asked me.

“She will be.” I told him,
but I didn’t release her.

Dwayne, Alan, Mitch, and Keith
all gathered around closer and turned their backs toward us. They were creating
a circle to keep the other guys from seeing Taylor. They were all friends. Good
friends. Better friends than I thought they were. “We’ve got you covered.”
Mitch said. “So if you want to finish the job, Spencer, go ahead. There won’t
be any witnesses.”

I looked over at Jose, who
was completely whipped. He was trying to fall to his knees, but Zane wouldn’t
let him. “I think I got him good enough.” I told the guys. I didn’t want to let
Taylor go right now.

Taylor raised her head from
my chest. “I didn’t.” she said firmly, with hatred searing from her eyes. She
squirmed out of my arms. She walked over to Zane. “Let him go, just for a
minute. I want to talk to him.”

Zane could see the rage and
the determination in her face. He released Jose, who was about to fall without Zane
holding him up. He was trying to act all macho and stay standing.

She put her face in his and
spoke in pure anger. “Jose, I told you when you dumped me that you would never
kiss me again.” She brought her fist up under his chin, and decked him as hard
as she could. She was so small that it didn’t do much good, but maybe it made
her feel better.