To Love Preciado

I sighed, then directed my eyes to the stretch of sand in front of me. At this point I cannot lie, I can't deny anything, and I probably can't hide any information from him. I guess I'm going to have to tell him everything. "He's a mistake. That's who he is." I paused in order to collect my thoughts, trying to figure out where to start. "His name is Steven Wilson. He's a sophomore too, we've been going to school together for a while now. He was always a nice guy until middle school. Even then, in seventh and eighth grade, he appeared to be a sweetheart. In eighth grade he happened to ask me out. At first the relationship was sweet, but then it turned into something horrible." I took a deep breath. I've never told anyone this story and I'm honestly afraid to see his reaction. "A few months into the relationship drama started to sprout. Our friends and even strangers were talking shit and causing problems. Him and I ended up getting into many arguments and fights over text because of all the drama. As the fights became a usual thing between us, the things we said to each other became more harsh. He started calling me names, he would cuss me out, he was constantly putting me down. Being young and stupid, I didn't think much of it. I didn't tell anyone, I didn't break up with him, I would simply shrug it off. I continued to forgive him, so I believe he finally realized he could just use me and I wouldn't do anything about it." I stopped to take another deep breath. And another. And another. I don't want to tell him the rest of the story. He might pity me, he might see me differently. "During the summer before ninth grade, he forced me to do things. Like, sexual things. He took advantage of me and my body and forced me to have sex with him. After several times, I sadly got used to the sexual harrasment. I never told anyone, in fact, I started to deny everything. I've been trying to push all the memories out, I even started to consider myself a virgin still. I never wanted anyone to know and I never wanted to think about him again." Once again, I paused the story. As much as I didn't want to cry, a single tear began to roll down my cheek. Jaime noticed and slid his hand into mine. "It took me five more months until I stood up for myself. After nine months of our relationship, I broke it off. He was upset for some odd reason, so after that he started bullying me. I haven't seen him around for a while though. He might be jealous or something, I dont know."

Jaime pulled me into a somewhat tight hug, since we're sitting it just feels awkward. Suddenly, his lips collided with mine; he took me by surprise. I sat there trying to sort my thoughts and feelings; trying to proccess and comprehend what is going on. I noticed this kiss feels different from all the others we've shared, but I'm not sure what's the difference. His lips were pressed hard against my mouth and he moved with a sense of passion as usual. After a few seconds I realized there was no lust behind his actions. He was not kissing me for enjoyment, he was not arroused. Instead, his kiss was built from pure love. From the way he's kissing me, I can tell he feels my pain. Through a kiss he's telling me that he would never hurt me in such a way. He's letting me know that what we have is real and he's definitely not using me.

He pulled away from me and murmured, "I love you." Then, he grabbed my face and looked into my eyes. "I love you. I love you more than anything. You are my world now, Rosaline. I would do anything for you, I will always keep you safe." He scanned my face quickly, his eyes running over my facial features. "I'm so sorry that happened to you. If I wasn't eighteen I would kick that guys ass for you."

"I love you too, Jaime. Please, don't worry about this guy. He's the past and I would like to put it behind me. Thank you though."

"I understand, Baby. Just let me know if this guy keeps bugging you, okay?"

"Okay." A smile started to form on my face. I've finally found someone who genuinely cares about me and I couldn't be happier. "I fucking love you." I attacked his face, pulling him into a deep kiss.

This feeling that love brings is pumping through my veins. Every blood cell in my body was screaming for Jaime. I couldn't help but push him over and get ontop of him. I was straddling him and running my hands across his body. We continued to kiss for the longest time. As our make out session grew more intense, we eventually let our desires take over. It's about 1:30 in the morning; there's no one in sight, no lights on in the houses nearby. So, I ripped off his shirt, revealing his bare, smooth chest. With my hands, I began to feel around for every detail on his torso. My fingers slid down to his waist, meeting his cargo shorts. I pulled my lips away from his, but our faces were still very close. We were close enough to feel the staggered breathing of one another. But then, he started to hold his breath as I began to stick my hand down his pants. My cold fingers ran into his junk and he let out a puff of air. Not caring if anyone sees, I pulled out his massive hunk of manhood. I wrapped my fingers around the shaft and started to play with him.

After working at it for a bit, he shoved his hand into one of his pockets. He pulled out a small package and looked at me. "Yay or nay?" I nodded in response. He then pulled the rubber out from the wrapper and slid it onto his penis. He pulled off my pants, not worrying about being in public. Not much foreplay was involved before he slid it into me. But at this point, fuck the foreplay, I just want to make love to the love of my life. Besides, the lead up isn't necessary considering we're on a beach, that's already thrilling enough.

Damn, I fucking love him.

Notes

I didn't think I would take this long to update, sorry guys!