Freshman (First Time 3)

Needless to say, I could practically see the bullets he was sweating right then.

“So Jake, I was thinking we should all get together for a dinner sometime!” My mother beamed at him. “What do you say?”

I could see Mr. Harding swallow thickly as my mother cheerfully smiled at him.

"Uh, yeah, Sarah. That sounds great."

My mother smiled obliviously at him again. “Well good, because - and I do hope you don’t think I’m being too bold, but I’ve got someone I want you to meet; a friend of mine.”

I could see Jake’s face harden for second, his eyes darting to me before pushing a fake smile onto his face. “Oh, uh. Sure, Sarah.”

Okay, I’m not going to lie. For a single second there, I could feel every part of my body tense up and felt the rage of emotion surge inside of me. The very idea of Jake on a date with another girl - even if it was a big group thing anyways - had me seeing red for a second. But just as I felt my fits tighten around the bag of groceries, I found Jake’s eyes, staring right into mine.

And it was enough, that look. That look burned a little sense into me. I mean, of course, he had to say yes. It’d have been strange otherwise if newly single, stupidly handsome Jake Hardy said no to a date. One might say suspiciously strange, and that’s the last thing either of us wanted to stir up.

“Chelsea!” I shook my head and turned to see my mom frowning at me. “Careful with those bags! That one has the eggs in it,” she said, scowling at the way I was squeezing the bags tightly in my angry little jealous fists. I could see Jake smirk out of the corner of my eyes.

My mother laughed and shook her head at him as she turned and walked into the house. “Tomorrow, then?”

“Hey, Sarah?” Jake turned and beamed a winning smile at her. “You know what, let’s have it at my place. I’ve got that big oak dining room table that I don’t even use anymore. Might be nice to give it some air-time.”

My mom beamed. “Well! That sounds wonderful. I’ll call Karen now and let her know!”

He turned back to me, arching an eyebrow and smirking at the scowl still on my face.

“Karen, huh?” I said with a pout.

“Hey,” he said, a grin teasing his lips. “You know it’s just for show, right?”

“I guess.”

He shot a quick look back at the house before turning back to me, and I gasped as he quickly grabbed my ass in his big hand. “You better know that this is the only ass I want.”

I felt my face grow hot and red as I grinned. “Okay, yes, I know."

He winked. “Good. Guess I’ll see you for dinner tomorrow then.”

He turned back towards his house, but I suddenly stopped him with a hand on his arm.

The Chelsea of six months ago would have never had the guts to be so bold. But of course, the Chelsea from back then would also have never have imagined a scenario where Mr. Harding bent her over her parent's sofa, took her virginity, and filled her with his cum.

His eyes looked quickly up at the backdoor to my house before they turned to me with dark, cautionary look. “Chelsea-"

"I just wanted to say thank you, for yesterday." I said quietly, feeling the heat in my cheeks. I let my hand linger on his arm, feeling his pulse just below the surface there. The red in his face deepened, and I could see his jaw tightening as he looked at me. I could tell that he was still conflicted, but I could also see the raw lust there as I let my fingers trail across his arm.

I leaned closer, my voice a whisper. “You don't have to worry, Mr. Harding. I'm not going to tell my parents that you fucked me."

I could practically feel his pulse jump right then, and he did actually groan quietly. Suddenly, he jumped away from me just as the backdoor opened again.

"Chelsea, a little help please?" My mom laughed and shook her head at Mr. Harding. “I don’t know what gets into them at this age!”

I could feel my own cheeks burn bright red as I turned away from my mom, only to see Jake about choke on his own tongue.

“I- uh- yeah, I’ll see you guys later then." He turned quickly on his heel and jogged back to his house and up through the backdoor, leaving me blushing and grinning like an idiot as I helped my mother bring in the rest of the groceries.

Chapter 12:

Chelsea