{"id":737,"date":"2014-03-13T22:39:50","date_gmt":"2014-03-13T22:39:50","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/jenfrederick.com\/?p=737"},"modified":"2014-03-13T22:39:50","modified_gmt":"2014-03-13T22:39:50","slug":"charlotte-xx","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.jenfrederick.com\/test\/charlotte-xx\/","title":{"rendered":"Charlotte XX"},"content":{"rendered":"

Charlotte<\/em><\/p>\n

We do exactly as he says. Nick knocks to tell us the pizza is being delivered. Nathan helps me off the bed. The pizza, sodas, milk, and water is all set up in the media room.<\/p>\n

Grace Jackson comes in on a cloud of perfume and gives me a warm kiss on the forehead. Her eyes are glowing with affection as she looks at the three of us sitting on the floor, ready for the movie to start. We\u2019re watching\u00a0The Outsiders<\/em>, a movie that was old even when Aunt Grace and mom went to college. Uncle Noah gestures for Nate to step into the hallway.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019ll need these.\u201d She hands me a box of tissues.<\/p>\n

\u201cThanks mom,\u201d Nick mocks, ripping the box away from my hands. He pulls out a tissue and dabs away pretend tears from his hazel eyes, a replica of his mother\u2019s. I punch him at the same time that Grace ruffles his hair. He ducks both of us but tips over causing us all to laugh.<\/p>\n

\u201cLove you both.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLove you too,\u201d we chorus in unison. He\u2019s still lying on his back so it looks like he\u2019s saying it to the ceiling.<\/p>\n

His mom rolls her eyes and leans down to pat me on the cheek. \u201cFollow your heart,\u201d she says and turns to walk out the door.<\/p>\n

\u201cAs long as it leads into Nate\u2019s pants.\u201d Nick waggles his eyebrows but unfortunately for him Nate has returned from the hallway and he delivers a punch to Nick\u2019s arm that sends him tipping backward again. This time when Nick is rolling on the floor it\u2019s because of pain and not laughter.<\/p>\n

\u201cRatdick.\u201d Nate calls him.<\/p>\n

\u201cAssface.\u201d Nick returns.<\/p>\n

\u201cPigbreath.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDicknugget.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cRumpleforeskin.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cFuck knuckle.\u201d<\/p>\n

Before Nate can return yet another insult, I shove a piece of pizza in his face. Unrepentantly, he simply takes a giant bite of the pizza and winks at me over the slice in my hand.<\/p>\n

\u201cThis movie is supposed to be about brotherly love.\u201d I shove another slice toward Nick and the insults die down as the movie starts.<\/p>\n

\u201cThis looks like it should be in black and white.\u201d Nick comments.<\/p>\n

\u201cWith no sound,\u201d Nate adds.<\/p>\n

All is well in the world again. I settle back against Nate\u2019s hard chest as we watch the three Curtis brothers fight, fall in love, and die. By the end of the movie I\u2019m making good use of the tissues and even the Jackson boys are looking suspiciously tense.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m calling you Ponyboy from now on,\u201d Nate finally says after clearing his throat a couple of times.<\/p>\n

\u201cBetter than Sodapop,\u201d Nick retorts.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, I\u2019m Darry,\u201d Nate says. \u201cI\u2019m the oldest.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019d both be Socs,\u201d I interject, throwing my tissues into one pizza box that the boys emptied by the middle of the movie. \u201cNot Greasers.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019d never be Socs, Charlotte,\u201d Nick explains. \u201cNo one wants to be Socs, even the Socs.\u201d<\/p>\n

With a pointed look around the room, I pick up the box and head for the kitchen. The media room has theater seats and a projection screen that is the size of an entire wall. Ponyboy would just about die if he saw this place.<\/p>\n

\u201cDo you think we have too much?\u201d I ask Nate who has followed me out with the empty bottles and remaining pizza.<\/p>\n

\u201cAll the time,\u201d he answers. Taking the box from me, he throws it into the incinerator and places the rest of the food into the refrigerator. His words sound so fervent as if our privilege is something he need to apologize for.<\/p>\n

\u201cI can\u2019t see you being mean to someone who wasn\u2019t as fortunate as you,\u201d I say.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo but I want to see if I can make it without the Jackson name or the Jackson money,\u201d he replies evenly but his eyes are intent upon but I can\u2019t read the deeper meaning that\u2019s there.<\/p>\n

\u201cI believe in you.\u201d I lean into him and his arms curl around me. He buries his face into my hair and we stand there, holding one another while the appliances hum quietly in the background.<\/p>\n

\u201cI won\u2019t let you down,\u201d he whispers but while his volume is low his words are firm and commanding.<\/p>\n

\u201cI know. I trust you.\u201d<\/p>\n

He trembles almost imperceptibly in my arms and I squeeze tight as if I can deliver all that emotion right into his veins and into his heart. Without another word, he lifts me in his arms like I\u2019m featherlight and carries me out of the kitchen, down the corridor and into his bedroom.<\/p>\n

\u201cGoodnight Nick,\u201d he yells out.<\/p>\n

\u201cGlove up. I\u2019m too young to be an Uncle,\u201d Nick yells back.<\/p>\n

I bury my face into Nate\u2019s chest embarrassed that Nick will know exactly what we\u2019re doing in Nate\u2019s bedroom.<\/p>\n

He sets me gently on the bed and crouches down in front of me. Rubbing the inseam of my jeans along my calf, he assures me, \u201cNothing happens tonight that you don\u2019t want.\u201d<\/p>\n

But I\u2019ve wanted for so long, it seems. Even though I know that\u2019s not rational it\u2019s as if Nate and I were born for each other. At least that\u2019s what I dream of. \u201cI want it all,\u201d I declare. This time I have no embarrassment because it is Nate and this is right. He gives me a slow smile tinged with something that I\u2019ll later be able to define as dirty. But right now it looks hot on him.<\/p>\n

\u201cAll right,\u201d he says and those are the last words he says for a long time. He rises up and places both arms on either side of my body and fixes his warm mouth on mine. We fall back onto the bed in a tangle of limbs.When his tongue slides over the seam of my lips, I part them and am rewarded with a hot, open mouthed kiss.<\/p>\n

Everything about Nathan feels different right now. His skin is warmer and firmer under my fingers. I glide over the curve of his shoulders and the down his back where his muscles bunch under my touch. The weight of his legs against mine is even better when I part my thighs. He settles between them as naturally as if we\u2019ve been in this position a hundred times instead of our first time.<\/p>\n

And against my most sensitive region he is thick and hard against me. My heart trips a couple of times in excitement and even a little fear. But the fear fades with each passing kiss and each caress. His entire body seems propped up by one strong arm bent at the elbow while the other hand finds the delicate skin at my waist. I shake in response to that small touch.<\/p>\n

His mouth breaks away from mine and he murmurs softly against my temple, \u201cWe aren\u2019t doing anything that you aren\u2019t ready for.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt felt wonderful,\u201d I tell him and seek out his mouth again. When he returns to kissing me, I pull my shirt up higher so that there is more skin for him to touch and this time it is his body that responds with a tremor.<\/p>\n

I never want to stop kissing him but as his fingers trace along my ribs and move higher until his palm is resting right below my right breast, I think possibly that I may never breath again. When he broke away a second time it is so he can kiss my neck and then lower. As his head moves down my body, his hand pushes my shirt higher until my breast is exposed to the air, to the dusky light, to his hot gaze. And his mouth. The sensation is so foreign, so delicious, so amazing, my back bows and I clutch at his head. \u201cNathan,\u201d I say in shock and delight.<\/p>\n

Somehow he is able to interpret this and he continues he attentions. He uses his lips, tongue and even his teeth on first one and then the other breast. Inside my head and my body, I\u2019ve lost all control. It\u2019s as if I\u2019m on a ride at the Navy Pier and I\u2019m out of my mind with joy and excitement. When he moves even lower, I suck in my breath. He places soft kisses all along the tops of my jeans. They are wet kisses and I can hear the sounds he\u2019s making as well as feel the wet warm trail he\u2019s leaving across my abdomen.<\/p>\n

\u201cCan I take these jeans off, Charlotte?\u201d he asks, his voice gruff and tender.<\/p>\n

I squirm on the bed. \u201cPlease. Please do.\u201d<\/p>\n

His deft hands pop my button and lower my zipper. I\u2019ve my nicest pair of panties on. They aren\u2019t super sexy but they have a nice lace around the top and a small bow at the front. He releases a long, slow sigh\u2014almost a moan and the air from his body dances across my skin, alternatingly warming me and raising gooseflesh.<\/p>\n

The jeans come off and he\u2019s between my legs again and he places his mouth directly over the center of my panties. \u201cOh my god.\u201d I cry out at the sensation. His laugh is low and naughty.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo god here,\u201d he says smugly, his lips against my inner thigh. \u201cOnly me, Nathan.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAre you going to\u2026\u201d I ask breathlessly.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes,\u201d he says and he does. At first I am embarrassed but after a few licks, the sensations are good to be embarrassed. This is what he meant when he said he was going to make it so good for me. I can\u2019t believe how amazing his mouth feels between my legs. And from the sounds he\u2019s making, it\u2019s evident to me he is enjoying this too which makes me even more excited.<\/p>\n

And as he licks me and gently strokes me with his fingers, I close my eyes and let euphoria take me away. It\u2019s one giant endless loop of pleasure and fierce happiness. When one of those fingers pushes inside of me, my eyes fly open.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh Charlotte,\u201d he moans and the vibration rumbles through every part of my body, \u201cI\u2019m so glad that I\u2019m your first. I know I shouldn\u2019t care, but I do.\u201d He climbs on top of the bed again so that he\u2019s half draped over me, his heavy leg lying over one of mine and his head tucked close to my shoulder. All the while, he\u2019s slowly gliding his finger in and out of me, until that feeling of tense ecstasy begins to build again. He doesn\u2019t stop stroking me not even after I\u2019m crying out his name again and shaking like a leaf from the sensations that he\u2019s eliciting with just his finger and his mouth.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m glad it\u2019s you,\u201d I say after my shuddering has stopped. He slides his finger out of me and disrobes quickly. My eyes widen at the sight of his erection. It\u2019s at least four fingers in diameter and far, far longer than even his middle finger. I gulp and turn away so as not become frightened. He sits me up and removes my shirt so I\u2019m nude except for the panties he had pulled back up.<\/p>\n

He kisses me again, soft at first and then demanding\u2014his hard length lying rigidly against the side of my hip. He dips his hand inside my panties again and the fear that I had after seeing his penis is quickly forgotten under the onslaught of desire he stokes. \u00a0This time he pushes two fingers inside and soon I\u2019m arching toward every touch.<\/p>\n

\u201cPromise me it will always be me,\u201d he says fiercely.<\/p>\n

\u201cI promise.\u201d How could I not promise? I\u2019ll never want another person to touch me in this way. Never. But a fierce surge of possessiveness washes over me. \u201cAnd you\u2019ll never have another besides me?\u201d I demand.<\/p>\n

\u201cNever,\u201d he vows. \u201cIt will always be Nathan and Charlotte.”<\/p>\n

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