Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ A Summer of Corruption ❯ Chapter Eight ( Chapter 8 )
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By: destiny dreamer 
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.29.2010 | Pages: 2 | Words: 4.5K | Visits: 179 | Status: Completed
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.29.2010 | Pages: 2 | Words: 4.5K | Visits: 179 | Status: Completed
"I-I..." Swallowing down the large lump in his throat, he felt his body temperature rising.He wanted her to like him so it would be okay. Right? "I would...possibly...like to try."
"Again, yes or no?"
"Yes."
Smiling she pulled his shirt to her and pressed her lips to his. His eyes were wide as he felt the heat of her lips against his. He slowly moved his lips with hers, mimicking her movements.
She broke the kiss after a second. "Close your mouth just a little more and move your lips softly with an open and close motion."
He nodded slowly. He could do that. Pulling his shirt lightly, their lips met again. Closing his eyes, he did as she instructed, his mouth closed a little more and moved his lips like she told him to. She moved him closer then slowly slipped her tongue in his mouth, running it over his and exploring his mouth. His body tensed in shock as he felt her tongue slip past his lips and into his mouth. Could she do that!? He felt her tongue sliding and exploring, and he hesitantly let his tongue rub against hers, a shudder coursing through his body.
Again she pulled back. "You tongue is like a soft message. Use it to explore, taste, love."
"I..." He bit his lip and nodded, blushing furiously. Explore. Taste. Love....
Once more their lips met and slowly she slipped her tongue in his mouth. As he felt her tongue slip back into his mouth, he began to love his tongue more, running it over hers before slowly, daringly sliding it past her lips and into her mouth. He wanted to taste her. She smirked to herself as they kissed. Her hand came over his cheek, caressing him softly. After a long while, she sucked lightly on his tongue before pulling back. He shuddered as she sucked lightly on his tongue before she pulled back. His body was hot, really hot, and his pants were so tight. He shifted uncomfortably as his eyes met hers, full of question and wonder.
"Questions? Comments?"
"Wow," he whispered. Licking his lips, still tasting her. "I...um...how did I do?"
"Not bad for your first time. Want to go a bit further? Obviously we can't do much because I can't do anything for six months."
"I-I don't think I should. I'm...all...tingly."
"That's the point," she groaned.
"But what do you do to make your body not tingly?"
She opened the covers. "Get in with me."
"Huh? What? Why?"
"Just do it. You want to learn or not?" Shifting slowly, he crawled beneath the covers with her. She met his eyes. "Ever masturbated?"
"What? No.... What's that?" She pointed to his cock then made a motion with her hand as she smirked. He paled, all the blood rushing to his cheeks. "N-n-no."
"Undo your pants."
"No! I-I mean, we're not married. We can't do anything."
"I told you I can't do anything for six months now undo your pants you big baby."
He hesitated before his hands went down and he unbuttoned his pants. He couldn't meet her eyes. Reaching under the covers, she moved to his pants and slipped her hand inside. "Relax. I'm not going to hurt you."
His entire body was stiff. Her hand was so close to his...his...thing! He could feel the heat from her hand and the weight against his bulge. "Please...," he whispered, his breathing already getting faster. "You shouldn't do this."
"Relax. I'm promise it's nothing bad. I won't ruin you before marriage. You'll be a pure as a daisy for your new wife," she said. She moved to his cock and pulled it out. Her eyes grew wide. He was...big for his age. Smirking, she started stroking him, messaging his tip and pushing all the right points.
Rain's body tensed, a moan on his lips as he felt her hand touch him, and that was before she started stroking and massaging him. He moaned again, unable to fathom the feeling and pleasure that her hand was giving him. "F-F-Fiona," he studded as pleasure filled him and he shifted.
"Shh. Not so loud," she whispered. Reaching over she grabbed a towel and moved it under the bed while she stroked him harder and faster.
He gasped as he felt something. His lower half was hot and tense, he felt like he had to pee. "Fiona," he whispered, trying hard to keep his breathing and voice under control as he tensed. "Something's wrong."
"It's alright. You're about to cum. Just let it go."
He nodded, his head resting against her shoulder as hiships pushed forward, his cock throbbing as he came. She smirked as he came into the towel and on her hand. She cleaned him up, threw the towel in the hamper then pulled her hand out and licked the cum from her fingers.
He breathed heavily onto her shoulder and neck before looking at the substance on her fingers. He shuddered as she licked it. "Is that...what came from me?"
"Yeah," she said as she licked herself clean.
"But it...came from...down there...and you're licking it."
"You're a smart one."
"But isn't that nasty?"
"No. Not really." After it was clean she put her hand down. "You do know how babies are born right?"
He nodded slowly. "I've taken anatomy."
"Then you know that is your cum."
"Well...the anatomy class wasn't...that in depth," he admitted as he looked down.
"Cum makes babies. That was your cum. Perfectly fine to eat and very tasty," she smirked. "You are very lucky I can't do anything."
"Why am I lucky?" He shifted beneath the covers, blushing as his hands slid down and he began to push himself back into his pants. He still couldn't believe what they'd just done. It felt...so good. So very good. But it was wrong.
"Because we would be having sex." She sighed when she saw the look on his face. He wasn't into this. "I won't do that again, alright. From this point on, I won't touch you. No worries. I don't believe in forcing someone to do something they don't want to do." She slid down in the bed with a yawn, her meds starting to kick in. "I think...I'll take a nap," she said already half asleep.
"Actually...I really liked it, Fiona," he whispered before she fell asleep. "Does that make me a bad person? That I liked it? That I liked that you made me feel that way? I'm suppose to wait till marriage, but when I'm with you I find that...silly."
"It's not wrong...thinking it is...is silly...." she whispered. Her breathing eased and she fell to sleep.
Three weeks passed by, and in that time as much as she may hate to admit it, she had grown accustomed to their lifestyle. The family dinners which she had literally been drug to and forced to attend, the laughing, the jokes, and all the family stuff.... Not once while she was there did she ever see Rain's elusive father, but they talked about him constantly. When Rain's cast finally came off, they took a picture, all three of them together and put it into the family album. Not once did Rain or Fiona try that again, but it was on Rain's mind constantly. Every once in a while, he would find himself daydreaming about that, about the feeling and of her, and he would get all bothered like before.
"How are your fingers dear?"
"Stiff, but manageable," he said. Fiona and his mother were sitting on the couch as he lifted his violin and picked up his favorite piece of music. Fiona had requested him to play, and he was more than happy to oblige.
Fiona listened to the piece and after it was done, they clapped. "Come here."
Setting his violin back in its case, he walked over to her. She reached up and put her hands on his shoulders. Slowly she started to stand.
"Fiona!" his mother said in shock.
Rain instinctively reached down to her waist to hold her. "Easy. You don't need to put much pressure on your legs. You haven't used them at all, they're bound to have lost their strength."
"All the more reason to use them," she said. She was going mad always sitting. Taking a deep breath she turned in his arms and faced the other way. Her hands came over his on her hips. "Don't...let go until I'm ready, k?"
"Okay," he promised.
She took a few steps, wobbling and shaking. Her breathing was hard while she forced herself to move but after a few more steps, they gave out and she fell into his arms.
"You're okay," he said, supporting her weight against him. Reaching down, he scooped her up against him.
She looked up at him. "When you get home from school in the afternoons, you and I should work on it more."
"Alright. We can do it whenever you want," he promised as he started carrying her back to the couch.
"Did you turn in my school work for me?"
"Of course."
She nodded. During her time there she had no choice but to do her school work. There was really nothing else to do other than play cards and sew with his mother. Sitting her down on the couch, he flexed his fingers and went back to his violin. She sighed as she looked at her legs. Most of her stitches were gone now and her bruises were healing fast. Rain's mother often helped her put cream on her body since she still had trouble sitting up without pain. She pulled up her shirt slightly and looked at the scars on her belly from the cuts and burns. She's was going to ruin her sex career. Rain set his case down in front of her, his fingers hesitantly reaching out to brush against her scars. She looked up at him and pushed his hand away then lowered her shirt.
"They don't look bad," he said softly.
"You haven't seen the worst of them."
"It still can't change you beauty," he said with a blush and a smile.
His mother looked between them, a coy smile on her lips as she stood and silently excused herself for a moment.
Fiona smirked and pushed at him, watching him hit the floor with a laugh. "Suck up. What do you want?"
He whimpered and looked up at her. "Nothing," he said honestly. "You just looked down and a compliment usually helps!"
"I'm not down," she assured him. "That reminds me. Look under the table. I got you something." He gave her a curious look as he crawled over to the table to see what it was. She watched as he pulled out a box and opened it revealing a brand new laptop. "I noticed you didn't have one. And I think everyone should have one. You have wireless too."
"Wow!" His hands ran over the laptop, opening it and turning it on. Looking over to her, he gave her a wide grin. "Thank you!"
"You're welcome. Just a thanks for letting me have your bed for so long." She patted the spot next to him.
Walking over to her, he plopped down and examined the laptop. "It's really no problem," he told her. "The couch is really comfortable."
She hooked up his wireless and pulled up the internet. "Now you can have something to do when your bored to death around here. Something to be grounded from."
"So basically you gave me a gift that I can't use for another week and a half," he teased.
"I talked to your mom. She's letting you off early."
"How did you manage that?
"I bought her one too."
He smirked at that. "This is the first time mom has ever gone easy on a punishment."
"I think being grounded is easy."
"It is when you don't have anything to be grounded from," he said honestly. "What's your usual punishment?"
"Don't worry about it." She pointed to the laptop. "Please tell me you know how to play with this thing."
"Yeah, I've used a computer for classes and research."
"Good."
"I wonder what all research sites I can go on with this. I be there's been a lot of new things which I've missed."
"Probably. Internet is always updating." Typing in a few things, he brought up a page which was speaking about treason in the parliament. He stiffened as he scanned the article, his hands clenching the laptop tightly. "You look tense."
He looked over at her and clicked a new link. "Sorry."
"Not my business." She pulled her wheelchair to herself and slipped it. Wheeling to the fridge, she opened it and pulled out a coke. Now that she was staying there, she kept the fridge stocked.
Remembering why he didn't use the internet that much, he pulled up his favorite music site and soon had classic music flowing into his house. "The kids at school keep asking about you."
"They only want the scoop on what really happened with James. They have no lives." She tossed a coke to him and wheeled back over.
Taking a sip of his coke, he nodded. "They're also curious why you're staying with me. Clay in particular is...upset by it."
"He would be. He's addicted to me just like James only less psycho."
He played with his soda before looking up and meeting her gaze. "Did you...corrupt them too?"
"Yes," she said bluntly.
"And did they become psycho jerks because you corrupted them or were they already like that?"
"When I first met them, they were new to the school like you. Though, they were eager...very eager. I didn't approach them, they approached me. They heard romors that I liked to 'teach.' At first I said no. Honestly, I've only ever done that with four people. And the only reason I did was because they asked. I only approached one person before you. And he was very sweet, just like you. I opened him up to a new world and a few months later, he left. He sent me a card from Hawaii talking about how he wished he waited, but he wasn't upset with me. I never forced him to do anything. Clay was different. Once I taught him what I know, he decided to stick around, often asking to be with me, hoping I would date him. I turned him down but he still wanted to hang around. James on the other hand, was addicted like a horrible drug. If he couldn't have me, he didn't want anyone else having me. But he was aggressive, always trying to force me to scream or to call for him like I needed him." She pushed her hair from her face. "Eventually it grew old and I told him to back off. That only made him pissed and once he kidnapped me and tried to kill me, but he couldn't go through with it. This happened about three times before he finally left. Now he's back. And it's just the same as before."
"I see," he whispered. Reaching out, he took her hand in his. "I don't think I could ever be like them. Not,I don't want to learn...because I do, I just don't think that I could ever let it consume me. What happened...that night, was wonderful, Fiona. I don't always want to be the kid who doesn't know anything and that always gets picked on, but I don't want to lose who I am either."
"Sex doesn't make you lose who you are. They were that way before they came to me. James was aggressive, demanding even. When he started having sex, he started to open that aggression more. Clay is cocky. He was cocky before we met. Now he's cocky when he has sex. That other boy, the sweet one...he was sweet until the very end. I was gentle, only going as far as he wanted. He liked doing it under the stars so we often waited until dark and crawled on the roof. Be he was always so sweet to me. He kissed me goodbye before he left. Send me roses the day after...and then he was gone a few months later."
"Fiona, do you think you could ever fall in love?"
"No. I don't believe in love. I think it's just a word someone throws out for an emotional relief. I don't think something that can so easily fade can be real. So I can never love."
"Do you think you could ever care enough about someone that you would be with them and only them?"
"You mean like marriage? That's hard to say. I've never met anyone to make a big enough impact on me like that. I'm pretty sure I'll never marry."
"I see." Looking down, he smiled. She hadn't forced his hand away yet.
"One day you'll find some sweet girl that will love and marry you, Rain." She pulled her hand from his. "I'm sure it will be worth the wait."
"Yeah well...I don't think anyone could make the impression that you have."
"That's what I said to the first guy I had sex with."
"Really?"
"Yes. I don't believe sex is special. I believe the first time you have sex is special and maybe a few times after when the moment is right, but that day is something I will always carry with me. I could have waited until I was married, if I every married. However, I believe that if you feel that you are with someone who leaves enough of a mark in you, then you should try to make the best of it. My virginity was the most special gift I had and I felt that sharing it with him, giving it to him was right. He left a huge mark. And I wanted that mark to stay forever."
"That's really beautiful in a deep sort of way." His eyes met hers and he found himself pondering the truth of her words. The most special gift she could give. If someone made a mark that deep in your life, why wouldn't you?
"We ran into each other a few months back. He was in a good point in his life. We had coffee and talked about old times. And still, even though he was in a serious relationship and living so far away, we both had no regrets. Those nights we shared together were special to us both and even if it wasn't, I wouldn't regret it." She pushed his hair from his face. "Whether you wait for marriage or not, you shouldn't just give your virginity to anyone. Make it be with someone who left a mark."
He nodded against her hand. "I'll keep that in mind," he promised. "I don't know much about any of this, but I do know that the guy that you first gave yourself to...he must be one of the luckiest men on earth to have you as he did."
She laughed. "It's just sex, Rain."
He blushed and shrugged. "Maybe so, but you said it yourself. Your virginity was the most special gift you could give, and you gave it to him. That makes him the luckiest person alive."
"If you want to believe that, then fine," she pulled her hand from him and looked at the time. "Can you take me to bed?”
"Sure." Getting up, he gave her his arms as he scooped her against him and brought her against his chest once more.
She moved against him with a yawn. It took her a full week to not complain when he did this. Now it was kind of nice. He smiled as she involuntarily nuzzled his chest. Carrying her to her room, he pulled back the covers and set her down. She laid there already half asleep and feeling more vulnerable than ever. Lifting her legs, he shifted them beneath the covers as he pulled them over her, his hand caressing her cheek, slipping some hair out of her face. She reached and grabbed his hand. Slowly she moved it to her lips and kissed it softly before rolling over and falling to sleep. Rain paused as she did this. He smiled and held his hand. Looking to make certain she was sleep, he slowly leaned forward and kissed her cheek. Grabbing his pajamas from a drawer he went back to the bathroom to take a shower and get ready for bed. Slowly, her hand came over her cheek.
As he was stepping out of the shower, he heard the phone ring. Checking the time, he frowned to see who would be calling this late. "Hello?"
"Hi son."
He felt his heart stop. "Dad!?"
"Listen son, I might be able to come down next week given that the trails don't last much longer."
"When are we going to be able to go home?"
There was silence on the other end for a long while before his father spoke agian. "I won't lie to you son. I don't think we'll be going back anytime soon. I-" There was shouting on the other end and he sighed. "I'll call when I can. I love you. Tell your mother I love her too."
"I lo-" The phone went dead. Placing it back on the hook, Rain turned off all the lights before curling up on the couch.
"Again, yes or no?"
"Yes."
Smiling she pulled his shirt to her and pressed her lips to his. His eyes were wide as he felt the heat of her lips against his. He slowly moved his lips with hers, mimicking her movements.
She broke the kiss after a second. "Close your mouth just a little more and move your lips softly with an open and close motion."
He nodded slowly. He could do that. Pulling his shirt lightly, their lips met again. Closing his eyes, he did as she instructed, his mouth closed a little more and moved his lips like she told him to. She moved him closer then slowly slipped her tongue in his mouth, running it over his and exploring his mouth. His body tensed in shock as he felt her tongue slip past his lips and into his mouth. Could she do that!? He felt her tongue sliding and exploring, and he hesitantly let his tongue rub against hers, a shudder coursing through his body.
Again she pulled back. "You tongue is like a soft message. Use it to explore, taste, love."
"I..." He bit his lip and nodded, blushing furiously. Explore. Taste. Love....
Once more their lips met and slowly she slipped her tongue in his mouth. As he felt her tongue slip back into his mouth, he began to love his tongue more, running it over hers before slowly, daringly sliding it past her lips and into her mouth. He wanted to taste her. She smirked to herself as they kissed. Her hand came over his cheek, caressing him softly. After a long while, she sucked lightly on his tongue before pulling back. He shuddered as she sucked lightly on his tongue before she pulled back. His body was hot, really hot, and his pants were so tight. He shifted uncomfortably as his eyes met hers, full of question and wonder.
"Questions? Comments?"
"Wow," he whispered. Licking his lips, still tasting her. "I...um...how did I do?"
"Not bad for your first time. Want to go a bit further? Obviously we can't do much because I can't do anything for six months."
"I-I don't think I should. I'm...all...tingly."
"That's the point," she groaned.
"But what do you do to make your body not tingly?"
She opened the covers. "Get in with me."
"Huh? What? Why?"
"Just do it. You want to learn or not?" Shifting slowly, he crawled beneath the covers with her. She met his eyes. "Ever masturbated?"
"What? No.... What's that?" She pointed to his cock then made a motion with her hand as she smirked. He paled, all the blood rushing to his cheeks. "N-n-no."
"Undo your pants."
"No! I-I mean, we're not married. We can't do anything."
"I told you I can't do anything for six months now undo your pants you big baby."
He hesitated before his hands went down and he unbuttoned his pants. He couldn't meet her eyes. Reaching under the covers, she moved to his pants and slipped her hand inside. "Relax. I'm not going to hurt you."
His entire body was stiff. Her hand was so close to his...his...thing! He could feel the heat from her hand and the weight against his bulge. "Please...," he whispered, his breathing already getting faster. "You shouldn't do this."
"Relax. I'm promise it's nothing bad. I won't ruin you before marriage. You'll be a pure as a daisy for your new wife," she said. She moved to his cock and pulled it out. Her eyes grew wide. He was...big for his age. Smirking, she started stroking him, messaging his tip and pushing all the right points.
Rain's body tensed, a moan on his lips as he felt her hand touch him, and that was before she started stroking and massaging him. He moaned again, unable to fathom the feeling and pleasure that her hand was giving him. "F-F-Fiona," he studded as pleasure filled him and he shifted.
"Shh. Not so loud," she whispered. Reaching over she grabbed a towel and moved it under the bed while she stroked him harder and faster.
He gasped as he felt something. His lower half was hot and tense, he felt like he had to pee. "Fiona," he whispered, trying hard to keep his breathing and voice under control as he tensed. "Something's wrong."
"It's alright. You're about to cum. Just let it go."
He nodded, his head resting against her shoulder as hiships pushed forward, his cock throbbing as he came. She smirked as he came into the towel and on her hand. She cleaned him up, threw the towel in the hamper then pulled her hand out and licked the cum from her fingers.
He breathed heavily onto her shoulder and neck before looking at the substance on her fingers. He shuddered as she licked it. "Is that...what came from me?"
"Yeah," she said as she licked herself clean.
"But it...came from...down there...and you're licking it."
"You're a smart one."
"But isn't that nasty?"
"No. Not really." After it was clean she put her hand down. "You do know how babies are born right?"
He nodded slowly. "I've taken anatomy."
"Then you know that is your cum."
"Well...the anatomy class wasn't...that in depth," he admitted as he looked down.
"Cum makes babies. That was your cum. Perfectly fine to eat and very tasty," she smirked. "You are very lucky I can't do anything."
"Why am I lucky?" He shifted beneath the covers, blushing as his hands slid down and he began to push himself back into his pants. He still couldn't believe what they'd just done. It felt...so good. So very good. But it was wrong.
"Because we would be having sex." She sighed when she saw the look on his face. He wasn't into this. "I won't do that again, alright. From this point on, I won't touch you. No worries. I don't believe in forcing someone to do something they don't want to do." She slid down in the bed with a yawn, her meds starting to kick in. "I think...I'll take a nap," she said already half asleep.
"Actually...I really liked it, Fiona," he whispered before she fell asleep. "Does that make me a bad person? That I liked it? That I liked that you made me feel that way? I'm suppose to wait till marriage, but when I'm with you I find that...silly."
"It's not wrong...thinking it is...is silly...." she whispered. Her breathing eased and she fell to sleep.
Three weeks passed by, and in that time as much as she may hate to admit it, she had grown accustomed to their lifestyle. The family dinners which she had literally been drug to and forced to attend, the laughing, the jokes, and all the family stuff.... Not once while she was there did she ever see Rain's elusive father, but they talked about him constantly. When Rain's cast finally came off, they took a picture, all three of them together and put it into the family album. Not once did Rain or Fiona try that again, but it was on Rain's mind constantly. Every once in a while, he would find himself daydreaming about that, about the feeling and of her, and he would get all bothered like before.
"How are your fingers dear?"
"Stiff, but manageable," he said. Fiona and his mother were sitting on the couch as he lifted his violin and picked up his favorite piece of music. Fiona had requested him to play, and he was more than happy to oblige.
Fiona listened to the piece and after it was done, they clapped. "Come here."
Setting his violin back in its case, he walked over to her. She reached up and put her hands on his shoulders. Slowly she started to stand.
"Fiona!" his mother said in shock.
Rain instinctively reached down to her waist to hold her. "Easy. You don't need to put much pressure on your legs. You haven't used them at all, they're bound to have lost their strength."
"All the more reason to use them," she said. She was going mad always sitting. Taking a deep breath she turned in his arms and faced the other way. Her hands came over his on her hips. "Don't...let go until I'm ready, k?"
"Okay," he promised.
She took a few steps, wobbling and shaking. Her breathing was hard while she forced herself to move but after a few more steps, they gave out and she fell into his arms.
"You're okay," he said, supporting her weight against him. Reaching down, he scooped her up against him.
She looked up at him. "When you get home from school in the afternoons, you and I should work on it more."
"Alright. We can do it whenever you want," he promised as he started carrying her back to the couch.
"Did you turn in my school work for me?"
"Of course."
She nodded. During her time there she had no choice but to do her school work. There was really nothing else to do other than play cards and sew with his mother. Sitting her down on the couch, he flexed his fingers and went back to his violin. She sighed as she looked at her legs. Most of her stitches were gone now and her bruises were healing fast. Rain's mother often helped her put cream on her body since she still had trouble sitting up without pain. She pulled up her shirt slightly and looked at the scars on her belly from the cuts and burns. She's was going to ruin her sex career. Rain set his case down in front of her, his fingers hesitantly reaching out to brush against her scars. She looked up at him and pushed his hand away then lowered her shirt.
"They don't look bad," he said softly.
"You haven't seen the worst of them."
"It still can't change you beauty," he said with a blush and a smile.
His mother looked between them, a coy smile on her lips as she stood and silently excused herself for a moment.
Fiona smirked and pushed at him, watching him hit the floor with a laugh. "Suck up. What do you want?"
He whimpered and looked up at her. "Nothing," he said honestly. "You just looked down and a compliment usually helps!"
"I'm not down," she assured him. "That reminds me. Look under the table. I got you something." He gave her a curious look as he crawled over to the table to see what it was. She watched as he pulled out a box and opened it revealing a brand new laptop. "I noticed you didn't have one. And I think everyone should have one. You have wireless too."
"Wow!" His hands ran over the laptop, opening it and turning it on. Looking over to her, he gave her a wide grin. "Thank you!"
"You're welcome. Just a thanks for letting me have your bed for so long." She patted the spot next to him.
Walking over to her, he plopped down and examined the laptop. "It's really no problem," he told her. "The couch is really comfortable."
She hooked up his wireless and pulled up the internet. "Now you can have something to do when your bored to death around here. Something to be grounded from."
"So basically you gave me a gift that I can't use for another week and a half," he teased.
"I talked to your mom. She's letting you off early."
"How did you manage that?
"I bought her one too."
He smirked at that. "This is the first time mom has ever gone easy on a punishment."
"I think being grounded is easy."
"It is when you don't have anything to be grounded from," he said honestly. "What's your usual punishment?"
"Don't worry about it." She pointed to the laptop. "Please tell me you know how to play with this thing."
"Yeah, I've used a computer for classes and research."
"Good."
"I wonder what all research sites I can go on with this. I be there's been a lot of new things which I've missed."
"Probably. Internet is always updating." Typing in a few things, he brought up a page which was speaking about treason in the parliament. He stiffened as he scanned the article, his hands clenching the laptop tightly. "You look tense."
He looked over at her and clicked a new link. "Sorry."
"Not my business." She pulled her wheelchair to herself and slipped it. Wheeling to the fridge, she opened it and pulled out a coke. Now that she was staying there, she kept the fridge stocked.
Remembering why he didn't use the internet that much, he pulled up his favorite music site and soon had classic music flowing into his house. "The kids at school keep asking about you."
"They only want the scoop on what really happened with James. They have no lives." She tossed a coke to him and wheeled back over.
Taking a sip of his coke, he nodded. "They're also curious why you're staying with me. Clay in particular is...upset by it."
"He would be. He's addicted to me just like James only less psycho."
He played with his soda before looking up and meeting her gaze. "Did you...corrupt them too?"
"Yes," she said bluntly.
"And did they become psycho jerks because you corrupted them or were they already like that?"
"When I first met them, they were new to the school like you. Though, they were eager...very eager. I didn't approach them, they approached me. They heard romors that I liked to 'teach.' At first I said no. Honestly, I've only ever done that with four people. And the only reason I did was because they asked. I only approached one person before you. And he was very sweet, just like you. I opened him up to a new world and a few months later, he left. He sent me a card from Hawaii talking about how he wished he waited, but he wasn't upset with me. I never forced him to do anything. Clay was different. Once I taught him what I know, he decided to stick around, often asking to be with me, hoping I would date him. I turned him down but he still wanted to hang around. James on the other hand, was addicted like a horrible drug. If he couldn't have me, he didn't want anyone else having me. But he was aggressive, always trying to force me to scream or to call for him like I needed him." She pushed her hair from her face. "Eventually it grew old and I told him to back off. That only made him pissed and once he kidnapped me and tried to kill me, but he couldn't go through with it. This happened about three times before he finally left. Now he's back. And it's just the same as before."
"I see," he whispered. Reaching out, he took her hand in his. "I don't think I could ever be like them. Not,I don't want to learn...because I do, I just don't think that I could ever let it consume me. What happened...that night, was wonderful, Fiona. I don't always want to be the kid who doesn't know anything and that always gets picked on, but I don't want to lose who I am either."
"Sex doesn't make you lose who you are. They were that way before they came to me. James was aggressive, demanding even. When he started having sex, he started to open that aggression more. Clay is cocky. He was cocky before we met. Now he's cocky when he has sex. That other boy, the sweet one...he was sweet until the very end. I was gentle, only going as far as he wanted. He liked doing it under the stars so we often waited until dark and crawled on the roof. Be he was always so sweet to me. He kissed me goodbye before he left. Send me roses the day after...and then he was gone a few months later."
"Fiona, do you think you could ever fall in love?"
"No. I don't believe in love. I think it's just a word someone throws out for an emotional relief. I don't think something that can so easily fade can be real. So I can never love."
"Do you think you could ever care enough about someone that you would be with them and only them?"
"You mean like marriage? That's hard to say. I've never met anyone to make a big enough impact on me like that. I'm pretty sure I'll never marry."
"I see." Looking down, he smiled. She hadn't forced his hand away yet.
"One day you'll find some sweet girl that will love and marry you, Rain." She pulled her hand from his. "I'm sure it will be worth the wait."
"Yeah well...I don't think anyone could make the impression that you have."
"That's what I said to the first guy I had sex with."
"Really?"
"Yes. I don't believe sex is special. I believe the first time you have sex is special and maybe a few times after when the moment is right, but that day is something I will always carry with me. I could have waited until I was married, if I every married. However, I believe that if you feel that you are with someone who leaves enough of a mark in you, then you should try to make the best of it. My virginity was the most special gift I had and I felt that sharing it with him, giving it to him was right. He left a huge mark. And I wanted that mark to stay forever."
"That's really beautiful in a deep sort of way." His eyes met hers and he found himself pondering the truth of her words. The most special gift she could give. If someone made a mark that deep in your life, why wouldn't you?
"We ran into each other a few months back. He was in a good point in his life. We had coffee and talked about old times. And still, even though he was in a serious relationship and living so far away, we both had no regrets. Those nights we shared together were special to us both and even if it wasn't, I wouldn't regret it." She pushed his hair from his face. "Whether you wait for marriage or not, you shouldn't just give your virginity to anyone. Make it be with someone who left a mark."
He nodded against her hand. "I'll keep that in mind," he promised. "I don't know much about any of this, but I do know that the guy that you first gave yourself to...he must be one of the luckiest men on earth to have you as he did."
She laughed. "It's just sex, Rain."
He blushed and shrugged. "Maybe so, but you said it yourself. Your virginity was the most special gift you could give, and you gave it to him. That makes him the luckiest person alive."
"If you want to believe that, then fine," she pulled her hand from him and looked at the time. "Can you take me to bed?”
"Sure." Getting up, he gave her his arms as he scooped her against him and brought her against his chest once more.
She moved against him with a yawn. It took her a full week to not complain when he did this. Now it was kind of nice. He smiled as she involuntarily nuzzled his chest. Carrying her to her room, he pulled back the covers and set her down. She laid there already half asleep and feeling more vulnerable than ever. Lifting her legs, he shifted them beneath the covers as he pulled them over her, his hand caressing her cheek, slipping some hair out of her face. She reached and grabbed his hand. Slowly she moved it to her lips and kissed it softly before rolling over and falling to sleep. Rain paused as she did this. He smiled and held his hand. Looking to make certain she was sleep, he slowly leaned forward and kissed her cheek. Grabbing his pajamas from a drawer he went back to the bathroom to take a shower and get ready for bed. Slowly, her hand came over her cheek.
As he was stepping out of the shower, he heard the phone ring. Checking the time, he frowned to see who would be calling this late. "Hello?"
"Hi son."
He felt his heart stop. "Dad!?"
"Listen son, I might be able to come down next week given that the trails don't last much longer."
"When are we going to be able to go home?"
There was silence on the other end for a long while before his father spoke agian. "I won't lie to you son. I don't think we'll be going back anytime soon. I-" There was shouting on the other end and he sighed. "I'll call when I can. I love you. Tell your mother I love her too."
"I lo-" The phone went dead. Placing it back on the hook, Rain turned off all the lights before curling up on the couch.