The First Time

The First Time

Jaselyn sat between her niece and nephew on the beach. The sandcastle in front of them was growing immensely, its moat full of water with plastic green alligators floating in it, half of which were belly-up. She grinned and ran her hand through Dylon’s golden spikes, wondering how he got them to stand so straight while they were still so soft.

His dark eyes snuck a quick peek at her before he grinned and dumped a pail of water in her lap. Giggling, she picked him up and ran towards the incoming waves. Stephy, her six year old niece, shrieked and chased behind Jase, demanding that she put her big brother down.

An hour later, after having played in the waves and winning two splashing contests, Jase shooed the kids up the beach into the house before she collapsed in her favorite hammock spread between two palms. She gazed up at the small cottage that sat at the edge of her property line. She wondered if he were home?

They had grown up next door to each other. His mother and her mother were alcoholic beach bunnies. Both children had been fatherless, living with mothers who spent their days drinking and watching their kids play on the beach, and their nights at the clubs.

Rayne was older than she. She would turn twenty this summer, while Rayne was already twenty two. As young children, the age difference had not mattered. They had built sandcastles together, swam, played hide and seek, and snuggled up together for their naps.

As Rayne had gotten older he had stopped coming to the beach to play with her. Suddenly his two years turned into twenty, and he was too big and too old to play with a baby. She was eight the last time he built her a castle. As she had gotten older, the castles had become a memory as her tanning lotion, headset, and beach towel had taken over. She spent her days alone on the beach, stretched out reading a book or listening to music. Every now and then Rayne would come down and sit and talk to her.

He had been the one who dried her tears when her first boyfriend broke up with her. He’d made her laugh by threatening to go “break the loser’s legs.” Yet, two years later, on her 18th birthday, he had paved the way to breaking her heart himself.

“Jase, I just wanted to come tell you happy birthday.” His voice had been deeper than she remembered as he made his way down the beach toward her.

She sat on the alone as the sun set over the water, tears rolling down her face. Her mother had forgotten that it was her birthday. Instead she had met up with Rayne’s mother and her newest boyfriend and the trio gone club hopping. She’d left Jaselyn a twenty dollar bill and told her to order pizza.

When Jaselyn looked up at him with her tear streaked face he dropped into the sand beside her. She cried silently as he rubbed his thumb across her knee.

When her sobs finally subsided he wrapped her in his arms and stared off into the darkness. His hand found her hair and weaved itself into the auburn mass of curls.

Jaselyn lifted herself from his shoulder and looked up into his face as he turned to her. With his fist in her hair he tilted her head back gently and laid his lips against hers. The heat of him seared her, it was the first time she had been kissed that way. When his tongue brushed her lower lip she jumped. He chuckled at her response, making her feel silly, until she opened her lips to him.

Fire enveloped her, shooting through her like a disease. Her skin tingled where it met his. She complied as he laid her back against the sand, his lower body spread out next to hers while his chest pressed against hers and his mouth fed her a first taste of heaven.

Boldness took hold of Jaselyn and she wrapped her arms around his neck, hoping that he wouldn’t stop kissing her. She shivered as the soft pads of his fingers trailed their way down her throat. Her heart raced as he skimmed over the thin material that covered her small breasts. “Take it off.” He whispered against her lips.

She hesitated before pushing herself up on her elbows and fumbling one handed with her bikini top. She felt clumsy and nervous as he reached around her and clicked the clasp open. She closed her eyes as his lips left hers and traced the angle of her jaw, the curve of her throat, the tender skin between the mounds of pink flesh she knew he was after.

When his tongue flicked against one rosy nipple she arched into him as she whimpered. She fought the feeling of restlessness that tried to drag her into a cesspool of unknown feelings. She bit her lip and dug her hands into the sand beside her.

She watched at Rayne's tongue danced along her skin, a cool trail of moisture and breeze heightening her senses as he dipped into her belly button. The palm of his hand cupped her private place, the place no one else had ever touched before and she stilled beneath him.

When his eyes rose to her face she met them. She could have melted under them, the way they had turned shadowy took her breath away. "Don't be afraid. I won't go any further than you want me to."

As she pushed her fear aside, Jase nodded at him and allowed him to break the eye contact. She gazed at him, his head laying on her stomach while he gently traced her lips through the bikini bottoms.

Suddenly, Rayne raised up and looked at her. He said nothing, just looked and her heart stopped. She knew he was going to stop. Knew it, and hated it. He did. He rose to his feet and held out a hand to her. She reached for her bikini top, but he was faster and tucked it into the back pocket of his Levi's before holding his hand back out to her.

Jaselyn knew her cheeks were flaming. Rayne was getting in a lot of firsts here. Even though the sun no longer peeked over the ocean, she had no doubt that Rayne could see her clearly. Curiosity pushed at her as she looked at the bronzed hand reaching out to her. She met his eyes as she placed her hand in his and watched it disappear as he closed his fingers around it.

As Rayne pulled her to her feet and into a run across the sand, Jaselyn giggled. There had been many odd moments in the last few years, as she had gotten older and began to fill out, Rayne had often looked at her in a way that made her blush. Now running across the beach, she understood why.

They ran for what seemed like forever, fingers laced together. When Rayne finally stopped, Jase was out of breath. She looked up and laughed, the tinkle of her voice echoing through the air. The old clubhouse.

Rayne had build the clubhouse with some of his boyhood friends. They had refused to let Jaselyn inside, no matter how much she begged and cried. Yet here they stood. "Do I finally get to go in?"

Rayne didn't answer her and she grinned to herself as he stepped into the pristine little hut. It looked like a miniature log cabin. She followed. Her breath caught in her throat and a hysterical laugh threatened to make itself heard. A feather mattress lay on the floor in one corner. GI-Joe covered the bed and the pillows alike. Four lawn chairs sat around a beautiful handmade table. Pictures of supermodels lined the walls.

Rayne still used the clubhouse, she knew. It was his getaway from the rest of the world. He slept here when his mother was home, hid here when the world was bringing him down.

She was so engrossed in looking around the clubhouse that she didn't notice Rayne disrobing in the corner. Nor did she notice when he crept up behind her and wrapped his arms around her. In one swift move she found herself flat on her back on the mattress with Rayne looking down at her.

His skin rubbed hers and she realized that he no longer wore the Levi's that he had worn earlier. The thought frightened her. This was no longer play time. It wasn't two teenagers just making out on the beach any longer.

The humor left her as she realized that he looked hungry. But it was a different hungry than she had ever seen before. He looked like he wanted to eat her. The thought made the blood heat in her veins.

Jaselyn sighed as his lips came down on hers. The gentle warmth eased most of her fear as he settled himself between her thighs. She was relieved that he had not taken her bikini bottoms off yet. She wanted to get used to the feeling of him against her this way.

She gasped when he pushed his hips against her and she felt his hardness. Fear took over and her body tensed beneath him. She closed her eyes when he raised himself off of her and looked into her face. She imagined that he was disgusted with her and pressed her eyes shut tighter.

She felt his chest rumble with his laughter. She peeked at him from one eye to see his head tilted back and his lips peeled away from his perfect white teeth in obvious amusement. She felt small, didn't want to be the center of his joke. Not thinking twice she arched into him and ground herself against the solid part of him.

She almost laughed back at him as he growled at her before reaching down between them and adjusting himself so that he lay against her nether lips before he rocked against her. The laughter in her died instantly as his cock rubbed her clit through the material. Her eyes widened in surprise as a current of arousal shot through her body.

Her stomach suddenly felt like it had butterflies in it. Her head was spinning. The more he rubbed against her, the stronger the sensations got. She began to move with him, timing her rhythm to offset his just enough to send shivers down his spine. Her fear was forgotten.

Jaselyn's heart pounded as Rayne rolled to the side enough to slide both his hands down her sides and hook his thumbs into the sides of her bottoms. He slowly raised her legs to ease the barrier off of her.

She reminded herself that she had nothing to be afraid of, this was Rayne and he would never hurt her. When his hand went to his mouth and he spit on it, she looked at him in surprise. She almost asked him what he was doing, but before she had the chance, he had run his hand over his penis and just as quickly as he had stopped, he replaced himself between her legs and began rocking against her again.

The feeling was amazing. She held back a moan as her toes started to tingle and she had the sudden urge to spread her legs apart even further. She cried out as a sudden rush of juice escaped her and her body spasmed into a set of quivers like she had never had before.

She smiled as Rayne stopped moving against her and raided her mouth with his tongue. She felt him swelling more against her as his finger waded through the wetness and eased into her. She met his eyes as he pushed inside her and pulled back out. She didn't think he would ever be able to fit his dick in there, even a finger almost hurt.

Jaselyn's hips moved of their own accord, rising to meet his finger after he had coaxed her to relax a bit. She felt goose bumps rising over her skin as he feathered his way down her body with small lingering kisses until his mouth hovered over the small nub of her sex.

The wetness of his tongue against her clit nearly brought her off the mattress, but when he gently suckled her into his mouth, teasing her with his tongue and dipping into her with his finger at the same time, she couldn't hold back the moan that built in her throat. She cried his name as another orgasm rocked her body.

Caught in the throes of ecstasy she didn't imediately notice when he replaced one finger with two to bring her to yet another peak. Jaselyn raised her head and watched as his tongue darted out to catch the drops of her that escaped. She knew he wasn't penetrating her very far, but she could feel him moving inside her, and she wanted more.

She reached down to him, wrapping her hands around his upper arms she tugged on him until he met her gaze. "Now."

He could not have looked happier as he rose above her. She wondered what he was doing as he grabbed a pillow and lifted her ass off the mattress. She watched as he put the pillow under her hips and felt an sudden onslaught of fear as she glanced between them to see him adjusting himself at her entrance. With gentle hands, he spread her legs open wider.

Anxiety began to eat at her when he laid himself over her and kissed her gently. "It's going to hurt. I can't stop that." He kissed her again, and she braced herself for the pain.

With one hard drive into her, Rayne broke through the barrier and she cried out. The pain was sharp, and sudden, and brought tears to her eyes. She took a deep breath, and tried to relax as he started moving slowly inside her, pulling out only a little, and pushing himself back in. She stared at his face, never breaking the eye contact he had made with her, as he set his pace.

Jaselyn smiled up at him as the pain wore off and was replaced by a fluttering in her muscles. The need to meet his thrusts was frantically beating at her until she obliged and lifted her hips to meet him. He smiled back at her and laid a tender kiss on the tip of her nose before he extricated himself from her.

She wiggled towards him, put her hands on his backside and tried to force him back into her, but he just grinned at her. Without any warning he lunged into her, filling and stretching her. She screamed his name as she orgasmed, her muscles tightening around him, pulling him deeper into the warm silkiness.

He didn't stop. She flew into oblivion as he controlled her body with his. She tilted her hips up to him, giving him access he hadn't expected and watched as his body trembled and his face transformed into one of pure satisfaction. She felt the warmth of his release as his body settled onto hers.

She buried her face in his neck, inhaling the scent of him. "Thank you." Her whisper was lost as he raised up on one arm and looked down at her. His eyes sparkled as he leaned down to kiss her, his lips hot against hers.

Jaselyn sighed as he pushed himself off her, and watched his muscles ripple beneath the tanned skin as he reached for his clothes. He grinned at her, "Now, you are mine." He put his shirt on, "You will always be mine."

Jaselyn blinked as the memory faded. Darkness had fallen around her. She was wet, her body tingling and alive. He had promised that she would always be his, but his promise had never been. Within days of losing her virginity to him, he had distanced himself from her. She had been angry when he wouldn't return her phone calls, and she had cried when he told her he couldn't be with her.

But she was still his. Now it was time that he realize it.