Copyright © 2019 Jennifer Woodhull
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“Aunt Sophia would stroke out if she saw you in that getup.”
My cousin and best friend, Maisie, circles me. She crosses her arms over her chest, and strokes her chin with her thumb and forefinger, her nose turned up as she appraises me. “Damn you look hot, cuz.”
“Thanks,” I eke out. “You’re sure it’s not too much?”
“Too much? Too little, maybes” she scoffs. “Seriously, Gretch, you look good enough to eat.”
I blush wildly. “I’m changing.” I try bolting for the bathroom, but she grabs my arm. “You’re not changing. Jesus Christ, it’s just a dress.” She rolls her eyes. “I mean, it doesn’t look like that on me, but God gave me all the height and you all the tits in this family, unfortunately.” She blows out a wistful sigh as she stares at my boobs.
I can’t help but laugh. She’s right. The five-foot-two on my driver’s license is a lie by an inch at least. Maybe two. Maisie is two years older than me, but it wouldn’t matter if she weren’t. She’s five-nine and slim, with high cheekbones and honey-colored waves. Her eyes are big and blue. She’s gorgeous.
I haven’t gotten any taller since I was sixteen. Still, in the years since my height topped out, my boobs have continued to grow. I’d love perky little B-cups like hers. Instead, I have to wear granny bras or underwires that dig into my ribs all day. But, it’s like Mama says, I suppose. “We all have our burdens to bear.”
“I’m nervous.” I chew on my bottom lip, giving myself one last look in the mirror.
“Of course, you’re nervous!” She shakes her head. “Who in their right mind isn’t nervous when they know they’re about to pop their cherry?”
“You make it all sound so romantic.” I roll my eyes.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah! I’m sure it will all be rose petals and soft music and stars in Tucker’s eyes. You’ll prob’ly be the first woman in history that doesn’t hurt like a motherfucker or bleed like a stuck pig, too.”
“Maybe I shouldn’t go through with it.” I flop down on the end of her bed, letting my hands fall to my sides as I hang my head.
“You’re going through with it. Damn, Gretchen, you can’t stay a virgin forever. It’s fuckin’ weird. You’re gonna end up one of those girls nobody wants to bang cause you’re too old to still be a virgin and guys think there’s something wrong with you.” She grabs my wrist and pulls me to my feet. “So get your ass up, go meet Tucker and do the dirty, girlie!”
“You are so comforting, have I ever told you that? I mean seriously, you should be a therapist or some shit.” I look up at her.
“I know. I should totally counsel people on how to fix their fucked-up lives. I’d rock at that.” She smirks and puts her palm on my shoulder, rubbing slightly. “Seriously, though…it’s gonna hurt. For like a minute, you’re gonna think it was the biggest mistake of your life, but then after that? Like, right after that?” She looks skyward and grins. “Holy shit that’s when things get good.”
She folds her long arms around me and draws me against her chest. “Besides, Tucker is one of the hottest guys I ever knew in my life. There’s no way he won’t make it fun.”
She kisses the top of my head with a smack, then swats me on the ass. “So, go! Get! I’ll see you on the other side when you’re finally a woman.” She winks as I grab my purse.
“Thanks.” I give her a nervous smile as I leave. “I’ll report back after. Love ya, cuz.”
I walk the half mile from the house my cousin shares with my Aunt Helen and Uncle Frank, to Jared Berringer’s house. He and Tucker have been best friends their whole lives. Since he lives reasonably close to Maisie, I meet Tucker there. Besides, I didn’t want Tucker to pick me up at my place because Mama would still be home now. That would cause all kinds of problems.
First off, if she saw me in this sundress, she’d have a fit, so I’d have had to wear a long-sleeved blouse and ankle-length skirt. Second of all, if she saw that it was Tucker Kane I’ve been going out with, she’d have an even bigger fit. Mama doesn’t like boys for a start and certainly doesn’t like any that don’t go to First Holiness Baptist Church. Tucker’s family only goes to church on Christmas and Easter, and even then, they’re Presbyterians. They may as well worship Satan as far as Mama is concerned.
“Hey there, Gretch-en.” Jared leans against the open doorframe with one muscular forearm. “Don’t you look prettier than a perfume ad?”
“Hey, Jared,” I reply, crossing my arms over my chest as he scans my body up and down, making me feel exposed and nervous. “Tucker here?”
“Yeah, come on in,” he sweeps his hand beside him and closes the door behind me when I walk in. I can feel his eyes boring into my ass, something I suspect he’s thought about doing with his dick, as I walk past a small, round table in the middle of the foyer whose only purpose seems to be to hold a vase full of flowers.
Aunt Helen’s place is nice. It’s big—four bedrooms—so my cousin has her own room, plus Aunt Helen and Uncle Frank’s room, a guest room, and Uncle Frank’s office. On the half-mile walk from Aunt Helen’s to the Berringer house, the houses get nicer, and bigger, on every block.
Jared’s family has a front hall, five bedrooms, four bathrooms, a den and a pool. I’ve heard talk they’re millionaires, but I don’t know if that’s true or not. Tucker’s parents have a small farm just outside of town, so he spends a lot of time hanging out at Jared’s place since it’s close to everything in town.
“Hey Tuck,” Jared calls as we walk down the stairs into the den. “Your girl’s here. She looks hot as shit, too.” I turn to flip him off and he smirks as he replies. “You couldn’t handle it, sweetheart.”
When I get down to the den, Tucker’s sitting on the sofa and his head whips around toward me. “Hey,” he says, standing.
He smiles as he looks me up and down. “You look great, Gretchen.” He steps forward and takes my hand, pulling me to him. “Really great,” he leans down to sweep a kiss across my lips.
I feel my cheeks grow hot, and feel something else in my belly, too. We’ve been dating for about six months, but we’ve known each other most all our lives, in a way. Tucker was a year ahead of me in school. When I graduated, he was there to see some guys from the football team walk, and we ran into each other. We started talking, and it surprised me when he asked me out.
Now, just because I haven’t had sex, full sex, I mean, doesn’t mean I’m exactly innocent, either. I had boyfriends in high school, even though I had to sneak out to see them behind Mama’s back. There were plenty of make-out sessions in hay barns, and finger bangs in the back of cars. I give a pretty damn spectacular blowjob, if Tucker is to be believed. He’s even gone down on me a few times. I was nervous as hell about it at first, but once he got started, I liked it. I liked it a lot.
Tonight’s different, though. Tonight, we’re going out to a nice dinner up in Victoria, then, once Mama leaves for bingo, we’re going back to my house for sex. Real, full, grown-up, dick-in-vagina sex! I’m excited, and terrified, and not entirely sure I won’t screw it up. Or be terrible at it. Or hate it. Or all of the above, maybe. It’s time, though. Not because I’m still a virgin at almost nineteen years old, and not because Maisie says I need my v-card punched, but because Tucker and I are serious. I mean, we’ve never said the words, but I know what’s between us is real.
“You ready to go?” He asks, one arm still tucked around my back.
“Yeah, let’s get outta here.” His lips curl up at one side and the sweet, sexy smirk makes my stomach do flips.
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