Chapter 9 9

2003

"You are late. I was already thinking of sending a search team after you," Charlie said as she let Ollie into the house.

Yes, he was late, but he needed to properly prepare for the most important night of his life.

He took a shower and brushed his teeth thoroughly. Twice. Choosing what to wear is usually decided within seconds, but today it took him about ten minutes. Make sure there are no holes in the socks. Take condoms.

It was mandatory to bring condoms.

Ollie was even more nervous than before a lacrosse game with an opponent.

"What?" He asked as Charlie stepped back and stared at him.

"Nothing." Charlie smiled, biting her lip. She, too, was worried, but unlike Ollie, she was better at hiding it.

"Charlie, what?"

"I just didn't expect you to wear a shirt."

"It was not necessary?" Ollie wilted. Ah here is, and after all he wanted to look the best he could.

"It's great, Ollie! You are handsome." And Charlie didn't exaggerate. Ollie really was irresistible in a blue shirt that really emphasized his blue eyes. "Let's go!"

Charlie took his hand and led him to her room. The house was at their disposal for the whole night: parents and sisters will return only tomorrow evening. In the morning, Charlie complained of being unwell, but it turned out to be a problem to convince her mother not to stay with her. The whole plan could have gone to waste if my mother had stayed to look after her.

"Do you want me to turn on the music?" Charlie suggested.

Ollie nodded absently.

God, don't let me screw up!

If something goes wrong, or Charlie doesn't like it, she might never want to do this to him again.

Charlie turned on the music system - and the sound of Destiny's Child filled the room - Ollie didn't really like this group, but Charlie liked it.

"Do you want to undress me, or should I do it myself?"

Ollie swallowed hard. His palms were sweaty, and his hands might begin to tremble...

"Can you do it yourself?'

Charlie smiled knowingly, but said nothing. She was wearing a crop-top and jeans. She started from the top - she pulled off the shirt and was left without everything. She didn't even have a bra on.

Oliver froze, staring at her. Is he going to see her completely naked now? As did she.

Of course, you dumbass! People don't have sex in clothes.

Unaware of the panic inside of Ollie's head, Charlie pulled down her jeans and stepped over them, leaving her in the purple lace panties she'd bought for the day. She expected that she would be embarrassed to undress in front of a childhood friend, but it turned out to be much easier.

"Olly, are you going to stay in your clothes?" Charlie teased him.

"No." He shook his head, hiding his fear behind a smile.

And why was he so upset? Charlie doesn't expect anything out of the ordinary the first time around. She herself said so.

"Do you want me to lie under the covers?" The girl suggested. While Ollie undressed, she turned off the overhead light, leaving a couple of dim lamps.

"As you wish, if it's more convenient for you."

Charlie threw back the covers and climbed into bed. She, of course, was brave in front of him, but now she herself could not calm the excitement that twisted her stomach into a knot. No matter how things went today, she loved Ollie, and she wanted her first time to be with him

Ollie stripped down to his underpants and walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge. Charlie was laying under the covers, nervously curling her toes.

"Ollie, did you bring the condoms?" The girl asked. Even if he forgot, she got a couple too, just in case.

"Yes!" Oliver went back to his jeans, pulling condom packets from his pocket. "So ... who do you want to be on top - me or you?" He looked uncertain at Charlie.

She smiled.

"You're on top, Ollie. We just do it and that's it." Charlie sat up in bed, their faces facing each other.

"If you don't want to, we can wait. We don't have to rush, you know."

Charlie sighed patiently.

"Ollie."

"What?"

"Lose your underwear."

"Okay." He smiled. It was even funny. A little. "You know, I'm now ... Well, he's a little out of shape."

Oliver was so upset that he could not reach the state that was usually easily achieved in the presence of Charlie.

The girl bit her lip as Ollie pulled off his boxers and blushed. I wanted to laugh. Not because he had something funny there, but because of the growing nervous tension.

Charlie held back. If she laughed, poor Ollie would definitely freak out.

"Come here, Ollie." Charlie pushed back the covers and held out her arms to him. Oliver laid on top of her, and now Charlie's bare breasts touched his chest.

Yes, it worked. Ollie breathed faster, resting his forehead against Charlie's. So they laid there for a couple of minutes. They were not moving, talking, or even sharing one breath for two.

"Charlie," Ollie whispered. He now longing to be inside her. Charlie's scent and the softness of her skin drove him crazy.

"What, Ollie?"

"We can..." He trailed off, but thanks to Charlie, she understood.

"I'm ready, Ollie," The girl whispered.

Ollie sat down, opened a condom and rolled it out - fortunately everything worked out fine, it was not in vain that he trained before that. Meanwhile, Charlie pulled off her panties, which were still on her.

Oliver took a sharp breath of air, and his heart pounded harder. He wanted to touch Charlie all over. He wanted to touch her everywhere, kiss her fair, soft skin. His mind was clouded by her.

Charlie was biting her lip and didn't know where to look as Ollie settled between her legs, fully prepared.

She flaunted, and now she was afraid how this "thing" would feel inside her.

"Ready?"

"Yes."

Charlie nodded, forcing herself to smile. Ollie covered her with himself.

"Wow! How awesome is that!" Ollie thought as he penetrated Charlie's body inch by inch.

"Your mother, it hurts like hell!" She thought.

***

"Charlie!" Ollie called under the door. "Charlie, are you okay?" You've been there for a long time."

The bathroom door slowly opened and Charlie's pale face appeared.

"It's okay, Ollie." She tried to smile, but it came out in a pitiful grimace.

"I'm sorry, Charlie." Ollie looked at her regretfully. He was ashamed: Charlie experienced pain and nothing more, while he was as good as ever.

How can he feel good when she suffers?

"Ollie, stop it, it's not your fault," Charlie begged. She didn't want him to beat himself up. She suggested it herself. It's just that Charlie wasn't prepared for it to hurt THAT much.

She wanted to crawl under the covers and stay in bed for a week.

Charlie sighed softly as she looked down at the rumpled sheets. They had her blood on them. I should have washed them before my parents returned.

"What are you doing?" Ollie asked as Charlie began pulling the sheets off the bed. He loomed behind her like a restless puppy. He wanted to ease her suffering, but he didn't know what to do.

"We shouldn't let anyone see them like this."

"Come on, I'll do it myself."

Ollie took Charlie's underwear as well and took it to the basement, where the Pierces had a washer and a dryer. After putting the laundry in, Ollie went up to the kitchen and made Charlie the marshmallow hot chocolate she loved so much.

Charlie was lying on the bed when Ollie returned.

"Here" He handed the steaming cup to Charlie. She smiled at him and blew on the hot drink.

Ollie looked at Charlie - it seemed that she was no longer so pale. He reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Do you want me to leave?"

Charlie sipped the chocolate, licking her upper lip.

"I want you to lay down next to me and hug me."

Ollie's heart was relieved at her answer. Didn't have to ask him twice.

"We're never going to have sex again," Ollie declared, even though right now he wanted to do it all over again. Except the part that hurts Charlie.

Charlie's body shook with soft laughter.

"Don't make me laugh, Ollie," She drawled pityingly.

He smiled and kissed her temple.

"Bike, Ollie, bike," Charlie whispered before her eyelids drooped sleepily.

***

"Wake up Ollie!"

A gentle whisper penetrated Oliver's still sleepy mind. I didn't want to wake up, I would have listened and listened to this gentle voice that came from afar.

"Ollie, wake up!" Charlie repeated, leaning closer to his ear.

Oliver opened his eyes. He blinked, but it really was Charlie. She was sitting on top of him and smiling wild.

"What are you doing here?" The guy asked in a hoarse, waking voice, glancing at the bedside clock.

Six forty-five in the morning. Yes, this girl is crazy!

"Are you not happy to see me?" Charlie teased.

"What?" Oliver sat up, ruffling his already tangled hair. He looked back at her, trying to figure out what was going on. "Charlie, do you know what time it is?"

"The sun was up a long time ago, just like something else," She chuckled, running her hand over his hard groin, covered with a blanket.

Ollie twitched.

"Damn it, Charlie!"

He jumped out of bed, hastily pulling on his sweatpants. The fact that he was excited could not be hidden. Ollie left the room, heading for the bathroom. Charlie followed close behind him. She saw Mr. Scott leave about ten minutes ago, and was not afraid of being caught at the wrong time.

"It's not funny anymore, Ollie!" Charlie protested, losing her patience. Two weeks had passed since their first (and last) time, and he did not dare to repeat everything.

"That's right, Charlie. Stop starving me!" And he slammed the bathroom door in her face.

Charlie frowned. No, this, of course, makes him almost an ideal guy - his unwillingness to hurt her - but it just comes to absurdity!

"You know, Ollie, I'm not made of glass!" She told him through the door. "You are my boyfriend and I am your girlfriend, and if I say that I want to have sex with you, you should not refuse!"

No reaction.

Arrr...

"Olly, you're forcing me to consider other options..."

Before Charlie could finish speaking, the door swung open and Oliver's stern gaze fell on her.

Charlie almost clapped in delight.

"Do you realize that you cried last time?" He said through clenched teeth. "You were crying, Charlie!"

"I was not! And even if I was, then it was only a couple of tears. The moment it penetrated me! Come on, Ollie, it's been so long." Charlie said in an unctuous voice, deciding to change tactics. "Things will be different this time."

Oliver rubbed his face with his hands, unsure of what to do. Did he want to succumb to her entreaties?

Undoubtedly! He sometimes couldn't think of anything other than having sex with Charlie. And she did not make it easier for him: she provoked him with conversations, behavior, and looks all the time. Charlie was testing him, and Ollie couldn't resist anymore.

Yet he didn't want to. He was tired of self-satisfaction every morning and evening, fantasizing about Charlie. But every time Ollie thinks about her tears, he feels bad, and all desire disappears.

"You're so stubborn, Charlie," Ollie said with a weary sigh.

Charlie smiled - well, he gave up!

"You can't turn me down, Ollie," She drawled. "And you know it."

Ollie cupped Charlie's face in his hands and pressed her against the hallway wall.

"And you shamelessly use this," He whispered against her lips, after which he kissed her.

Charlie wanted to say something witty, but as soon as his lips touched hers, all the jokes were forgotten. Charlie closed her eyes, immersed in the caress of his lips. She parted her lips under the gentle pressure of his tongue, letting him into her mouth.

Ollie groaned, burying himself in Charlie's neck. He could feel her heart beating wildly, like a mirror image of his own.

There was simply no more exposure. Okay, to hell with her!

Ollie grabbed Charlie's arm and almost dragged her to his room. The girl could hardly keep up with him. Charlie's eyes shone and his cheeks flushed with anticipation. She had never seen Ollie so unrestrained.

"If you get hurt, you tell me," He muttered hoarsely, looking seriously at Charlie. She nodded hastily.

This time Ollie acted more confidently and was clearly in a hurry. Without asking, he grabbed the bottom of her T-shirt and pulled it off, Charlie only raised her arms to help him. He lowered himself as he was grabbing her shorts. He quickly pulled them off, leaving Charlie in her underwear.

Ollie urged himself to be patient, but he knew he wouldn't last long. He wanted his Charlie very badly, and it seemed like her entire existence had been created just to drive him crazy.

Charlie took off her bra and panties herself. She was sitting in the middle of the bed, watching Ollie, who seemed to be less embarrassed about his nudity than last time.

Ollie took a condom out of the nightstand and then pulled down his pants along with his underpants.

You can do it, you can do it, he kept repeating to himself as he slipped the condom on under Charlie's playful gaze.

Little devil. Ollie looked at her and chuckled. He not only loved Charlie - he could not imagine his existence without her. Their lives were so tightly and forever intertwined that sometimes it seemed to him that if these threads were suddenly severed, he would die in the same way as in the absence of oxygen.

Charlie was right - this time everything turned out better. Much, much better.