Pistol: A Stepbrother Romance (2 page)

              "Have you been here before?"

              "No," she said.  "My dad just bought some land here.  We're new to town."

              "What do you think so far?"

              "Well.  Today is definitely off to an interesting start.  Do you normally spend your Tuesdays rescuing girls and then whisking them away on your white horse?"

              "No.  I usually save that for Thursdays.  On Tuesdays I rescue kittens from trees and help grandmas safely cross the street.  But you should really see me on Mondays."

              She smirked.  "What happens on Mondays?"

              I rescue families from burning buildings, fight government corruption, restock the streams with trout, and ride my white horse through the nightlife district collecting all the trash from the weekend that's recyclable and taking it to the recycle center.  Of course I donate the money from the recyclables to my real passion.  Big Brothers and Big Sisters of Colorado."

              "Something tells me that might not all be entirely true."

              "Why do you say so?"

              "I volunteer at Big Brothers and Big Sisters."

              "Wow.  Really?"

              "Yeah.  My father was an orphan.  He told me how one of the guys in his town taught him how to do things when he was growing up.  How to become a strong man, but also caring and compassionate."

              "That's really cool."

              "Thanks.  Yeah, it really made an enormous difference in his life.  Especially as a young man in that position.  Sometimes boys under those circumstances can lash out in frustration, anger, or other emotions which can be unhealthy.  I want to carry on that tradition of helping.  Give back for what my father received.  Plus of course I love kids."
              They say a man knows when he meets the one.  I never believed it, but I could feel it.  It was unseasonably warm.  Nearly 80 degrees.  I looked down and saw goosebumps on my arms where my riding jacket had been.
              I looked off into the distance at the Rockies.  Only three more days until I'm gone to Recruit Training and of course I meet the coolest girl ever.

              We were about a foot apart on the rock.  She was on my right.  I slid over until the sides or our thighs were touching.  I looked her in directly in the eyes.  I could see calm, but her pupils were dilating.  We held our glances for what seemed like an eternity.  Probably about 30 seconds.

              I brought up my right hand and placed it on the side of her right cheek.  Her skin was soft.  Flawless.  I rubbed her cheek with my thumb.  I moved my fingers behind her ear and onto her neck.  Still stroking her cheek with my thumb.  Our eyes still locked on one another.

              Then those damn squirrels came back.  They were everywhere.  I guess that one family ran off to tell all their friends.  I reached over with my left hand to shoo them away.

              The rock was generally flat but had some angles.  When I reached to shoo the squirrels, I fell towards my left.  My left hand break the fall.  I had kind of landed on top of her with my hand still under her neck and my fingers bracing her head.  We laughed.

              As I lay on top of her looking into her eyes, I could feel my cock becoming so hard I could have pounded through that centuries old rock like my hardness was a sledgehammer.

              I brought up my left hand and ran it through her hair.  Still supporting her head with my right.
              My left hand drifted down onto her shoulder.  Her skin still milky white from the effects of winter.

              I brought my left hand up and cupped the other side of her head.  I rolled about eight inches and my torso was now directly on top of her.  Surely she could feel the hardness in my jeans.  I couldn't take it anymore.

              My mouth crashed down on hers.  Her lips intoxicating.  I live for speed and my heart was racing.

              My cock hurt.  The jeans struggling to contain its length.

              I dropped my left hand to her breast.  Taking in a full hard grab.  She let out a gasp.

              I opened my mouth wider as we kissed and our tongues twisted into one.  Exploring.

              I was breathing hard through my nose.  Short.  Heavy breaths.  I had never been so aroused before in my life.

              I reached inside and across the top of her tank top with my right hand.  Pulled out her left breast.  I traced a circle around her areola with my tongue.  Then a quick flip of my tongue on her nipple.  Her back arched.  She exhaled hard.  Her right hand grabbed my back.  Fingernails buried inside my skin.  My blood was racing.  I felt alive.  Fucking was a bigger rush than base jumping.  Riding down an enormous, nearly vertical mountain face.  Even riding my sportbike.  Fuck yeah.  Nothing was better than fucking.

              "I want to take take your pants off and fuck you."

              She breathed out.  Arched her back.  "Oh my God."

              "Are you ready for the best fuck of your life?"

              "Wait."
              Wait?  What the fuck is wait.  Nobody tells me to wait.

              "I really want to, but I can't."

              "You need me to wear a condom?"

              "It's not that."

              "Something else?  Just tell me."

              "It's kind of personal."

              "Five seconds ago we were about to have sex on a rock overlooking one of the most beautiful places on earth.  What could be more personal?"
              She could see I was upset.  Disappointed was more like it.  I felt like I had crashed.  Bike into the wall.  Parachute didn't open.  Avalanche.  One minute full speed.  Then suddenly, boom.  Over.

              "It's kind of embarrassing, but I'm not ready."

              "Not ready to have sex with me?"
              "Not ready to have sex with anyone."

              Oh shit.  She was still innocent.

              The v-card.

              I'm all about the rush of hot sex, especially outside, but this was something else entirely.  Has to be two willing parties.  Two adults.  I may only be 18, but I know what I'm doing.  Trust me.  I've been told.  A lot.

              "OK.  I understand."  And I did.  I was so hot for this girl, but this was a road I definitely wasn't ready to go down.

              "Sorry.  I didn't mean to disappoint you or lead you on."

              "You didn't.  I pushed things forward.  It was my decision.  I respect yours."

              "OK.  Thanks for understanding.  Sorry again."
              "Don't be.  Seriously.  I'm enjoying our time together."

              And it was true.  Normally I'm looking for new conquests.  The one hitter quitter as my buddies sometimes jokingly referred to me.  No emotion.  Just a release.  Then I'm gone.  Don't get me wrong.  She's getting hers.  It's just after I've gotten her, what else is there to do?  Conquer new lands.  It's in a man's DNA.

              This time it's different.  She is different.  She has a calmness.  A thoughtfulness.  And of course she's hot as hell.

              Those barbie dolls are too easy.  No chase, and no substance.  Sure, my buddies think they're hot, but to be honest I'm embarrassed to be seen with them.  What does that say about me?  The company you keep is a direct reflection of yourself.  If I'm with them what does that say about me?  Not the message I want to convey.  And not convey to other people.  Who cares about them.  The message I convey to myself.  I'm settling for easy sex.  Everyone seems to find them hot.  Society, advertising, guys of course, even other girls.  Me, not so much.  Actually not at all.  I don't want some toy.  I want a real girl.  One who thinks.  One with curves.  One who doesn't order a salad when she wants a steak.  One who's feminine, but not all up in your face with her body.  A simple girl.  But with class.  If simplicity is the ultimate form of sophistication then this girl is a Ducati Monster 1100 Evo.  It looks simple, but boy is it anything but.  Pure sophistication, power, and sex appeal.

              "There are some horse properties further up.  We can go take a look."

              "That sounds great."

              We spent the rest of the afternoon in the mountains feeding horses, walking, and just talking.  Even listening.  I can't remember the last time I met a girl around my age with anything interesting to say.  I actually enjoyed listening to her.
              She even rode one of the horses for about 15 minutes.  First time she had ever been on a horse.  She wasn't going to ride, but the farm had one white horse.  It walked right over to her.  A white horse.  A girl.  How could she say no?  It was a match made in any little girl's dream.
              Sunset was approaching.  The air was still warm.  I could ride without a jacket.
              I agreed I would drop her off at home instead of back in town.  I just needed to pull up 50 yards before her gate.  Her dad did a lot of business from home and she didn't want him to see her on the back of a bike.  Or with a guy with a tattoo.  Certainly not with a guy on the back of a bike with a tattoo.

              We arrived at the end of the road.  I idled the bike.
              "There's no house here.  Is this a trick to take advantage of me in the woods?"

              "Very funny.  That would be nice.  Just go right through this dirt path.  I'll jump off near the end."

              We slowly rode down the dirt path.  I wanted to go slow not to kick up too much dirt or any rocks that may have found their way onto the path.  My bike was everything.  Had to treat her right.  No scratches or dings.

              At the end of the path she tapped me on the shoulder.  I pulled over.  We got off the bike.  She handed me my helmet back.

              "Well.  I must say I wasn't expecting such an amazing day when I sat down to do math homework at the coffee shop.  What an amazing and pleasant surprise."

              "Yeah.  I got more than I expected as well."

              "Great.  I hope I was able to keep up."

              "I do like to live life in the fast lane.  Talking fast included.  But today was more about listening.  It was a fun conversation."

              "Definitely.  Well nice to meet you..."

              "Pete."

              "Wow, I was having so much fun and everything was so natural I never got your name."

              "Yeah.  You're right.  Everything just flowed naturally.  We skipped right past all the formalities.  I like it that way."

              "Me too.  I wish it was that way more often.  If only people could be more straight forward.  Be who they are, and not try and represent something they aren't.  Everybody would be happier and things would work out better."

              "Agreed.  OK, time for me to go.  And just enough time for you to get home before the sun goes down.  Don't want some big, scary animal grabbing you up and dragging you into the woods this late in the day."

              "Very funny.  Aren't you going to ask my name."
              "I already know your name."
              "You don't know my name."

              "Wanna bet?"
              "I don't bet, but yeah.  I'll make an exception in this case."

              "OK, I get it right you have to write to me when I'm gone."
              "Where are you going?"