Part 3

So when it was time to go I was mildly disappointed by the little bit of time we spent together but lucky for me that it was just the beginning of a wonderful and crazy relationship. August came faster then I had hoped and I thought for sure I would go back to being invisible to Tom but on the bus ride home he stayed on til my stop which was way past his. We placed our backpacks in a little meadow just a little bit away from my house. Next thing I know he's taking his shirt off and I'm just in my panties and bra. We sit in the creek and he makes jokes and tries to rap. He's ridiculous but I admired him for his charisma and the way he was always the life of the party. I felt like in water the imperfections of my body were blurred and it made me smile like a mermaid luring him to me. He wraps his arms around me and I feel the pull of the creek and the throb of something below. Like a remote that's been stuffed under the blankets it was odd to lean into it. I twirl around to face him still half covered by the water and he kisses me. His lips were shaking just a little as he kissed me harder. It wasn't cold that day and I'm not sure why but everything felt intense like I couldn't have this stop or I would brake. We slide over to the banks where a few trees gave us some coverage. Over here it was smooth and discreet and his pants had disappeared along with my underwear. I was so overwhelmed with excitement and fear. Afraid of what it would feel like but excited to feel close in a way I'd never felt before. Those past few weeks I had fell for him. I tried so hard to hold it all back but now as he pinned me to the beach I wanted it all. He aimed himself and put his arms on either side of me. It really did hurt but he took it slow till the inches between us where in me. My breath was fast as he pulled back and let himself slide completely into me in a smooth motion. This time I was the one with the trembling lip. It felt like the longest moment of my life and amongst everything I didn't want it to stop. I cling to his shoulders as he got a little harder with his thrust, I was enjoying this mix of pain, pleasure and lust. He sounded like an animal trying to open a jar and I loved it. He pulled out of me, his pubes and pelvis covered in the ruby red of my heart. I couldn't honestly tell you why but I cried for a little bit afterwards. Not like a loud sob but just a silent hiccuping cry. The river bank was covered in claw marks and a line of crimson. I felt ashamed for crying and he was just amazed and the bloody scene that had been left behind. That was the first of many breaking in Exhibitions that still linger in the back of my mind