Love Found in California (The Washington Triplets) by Melissa Rolka Page A

arm slowly and locked my bedroom door. My heart dropped and all the air seemed to have left my lungs. My head felt like it was spinning, but I didn’t feel fear, only nervousness. Eric was going to kiss me. My sisters would be appalled, and yet here I stood light-headed.
    Eric came to me and I dropped my brush to the floor. His lips were the only thing that touched me at first; my still cool lips smashed against his and then began to warm upon the entry of his tongue. The taste of what seemed like stale beer covered my taste buds. I figured he had been drinking; his dad had been letting him drink for years now.
    All I could think was Eric Black was kissing me, in my bedroom with the door locked. No one would believe this. Then my next thought was that I wanted to make sure I was kissing him back in a way that told him I had experience and knew what I was doing.
    The kiss had barely started when I felt Eric’s hand grab onto my waist. His tongue became more forceful as it slid across mine, so I tried to match the intensity of it. Then his fingers touched my bare waist just under my shirt. I flinched and worried he felt it, but it didn’t stop him from kissing me. He gripped my waist, now with both hands under my shirt tightly and pulled himself into me.
    Again I flinched because I could feel the length of him at my abdomen. The wetness of his swimsuit seeped into my underwear. He groaned into my mouth and this time I tried to pull myself from his hold. Our mouths separated, but his body stayed in contact with mine, his grip still tight.
    “So you do know what you’re doing,” he stated huskily, his voice sounding raspy and dry. Blindly, I took it as a compliment and turned my head down and slightly to the side. I couldn’t stop the small smile that hovered on my lips. I was partly ashamed of my joy about his praise and partly proud. “Don’t turn away.” His fingers released the one side of my waist and came to lift my chin up. “I want to keep kissing you; you’re quiet but I think I like that.”
    This time when our lips met, I whimpered from the force of his tongue and teeth. He nipped and pressed too hard, but I could tell he thought I was enjoying it. I tried to pull back again, but he only drove his tongue in further. My sounds of protest became muffled, and when I tried to squirm out of his firm hands on my hips, I couldn’t get away.
    Suddenly, the strength of Eric’s body, presence, even his scent, was too much. I weakened with each passing second. My sounds more and more muffled. His hands grabbing me closer and closer to him. I had no room to breathe or move. My body sunk into something soft and the wetness of my towel hit my bare behind. The heaviness of Eric consumed my body. Somehow my underwear was already halfway down my thighs. I could feel the slick skin of his hardness move up and down along my abdomen … and then down further.
    I felt small and then another minute passed and I felt even smaller. A ripping sound shrieked through my ear canals, as if that was all I could hear. My underwear was gone. I started to scream into Eric’s mouth, but he grabbed part of my comforter and covered my mouth. The only sound that could be heard by anyone outside of this room was the music from the block party.
    “Shh, just be quiet, like you always are,” he heaved out in between deep frustrated breaths along my sweaty forehead. “It’ll only take a minute.” I didn’t stop though, I kept screaming. My legs and arms were strained but I kept fighting. Even in my fitful fight I could feel my soul being taken somewhere dark with no point of return anytime soon.
    The whole time I knew it wasn’t enough though. This horrible act would occur regardless of how loud or quiet I was. Eric was probably right, it only took a minute, but for me it felt like I lost a lifetime. June 30 th , 2007 would forever be embedded into a dark compartment in my mind. The mixed emotions I felt about Eric Black would haunt me