Cole was at work when his phone rang. His sister. He wondered what she wanted and hoped nothing was wrong. “Hi Ami. What’s up?”
“Not much. How are the kids?”
“Fine, I guess. Why? Did Ryan do something?”
“Well…you tell me. Did he have permission to have a party at the clubhouse last weekend?
Cole felt his blood pressure rising. “No. Did he tear anything up?”
“No. The security guys called to let me know someone was in the clubhouse when it should have been locked up. They said they opened it with a key, so I asked to see the video and it was Ryan and several others. Looked like they had maybe come from a dance or something. They were all dressed up. But everything was cleaned up before they left.”
“Well, he didn’t have permission,” said Cole and laughed uncomfortably, “I know I used to do that too. With – uh – girls.”
Ami burst out laughing. “Oh my. You scoundral!”
“Dad told me much later that he knew, but didn’t say anything since it was ‘harmless’. But if Ryan is bringing a lot of kids, things could get out of control. Damn that kid. I don’t know what’s gotten into him.
“Sounds like a normal teenager to me,” she chided.
“If you only knew. He’s so damn disrespectful sometimes. So this group, they didn’t get into any trouble?”
“No, they only stayed about an hour, not very long. Looked like Jason was with him, but I didn’t recognize anyone else.”
“Okay. Well let me know if it happens again. I don’t think Ryan knows it’s monitored, so at least I can keep tabs on him. Damn, I’m turning into my father. Spying on my own kids.”
“I guess we all turn into our parents at some point,” said Ami. “Oh, and one other thing. Since I’m busting your kids, Reagan had a visitor at our house when she was here with Will a few weeks ago.”
“Oh really? Who?”
“I don’t know who he was but he only stayed about 30 minutes.”
“He? I didn’t know she had a boyfriend. But then, she doesn’t talk to me much these days. I wish those two would get through this phase, or whatever it is they are going through, and be more like Taylor. She’s so sweet and open. They have all but closed themselves off.”
“I’m sorry Cole. I’m sure it’s hard having moody teenagers. I don’t look forward to it with Will. He’s such a sweetie right now and absolutely adores Reagan. So, maybe don’t say anything about her guy friend. Again, he wasn’t here very long and everything was fine.”
“Thanks Ami. If anything else happens, please call me right away. Maybe next time Reagan sits for Will, I’ll tell her no friends.”
Ryan wanted to get out of the house. His Dad came in his room and started asking him about the dance. He didn’t want to discuss it for fear he might say something wrong. He finally told him he had to go practice and left.
As soon as he got outside, he called Rosa to see if she wanted to hang out at the clubhouse. She agreed so he told her to meet him at the park.
He waited outside until she arrived. When she walked up, he put his arm around her and she snuggled up close to him. “Missed you,” he said, and kissed her cheek.
“Missed you too,” she replied.
“Let’s go inside. This time, we’ll be alone,” he said grinning.
Once inside, Ryan went to the bar and poured them both a lemonade. While he poured, he couldn’t take his eyes off of Rosa. She looked hot tonight with her cropped sweater and skin tight jeans. He couldn’t stop thinking about how she felt at the dance, and afterwards. He wanted to feel that again.
Camden had given him a condom and high-fived him, when he told him they were taking their dates to the clubhouse. Even though, Ryan knew he wasn’t going to need it then, and not tonight either. He wasn’t ready to go that far, well, unless maybe Rosa wanted to.
They took their drinks to the sofa and Ryan lit the candle to provide a little light. He scooted next to her, and pulled her close. Then, he kissed her. He loved the way she tasted. Her lip-gloss, mixed with the soda they were drinking, made her taste like a cherry limeade.
As they continued to make out, Ryan maneuvered Rosa until she was laying on the couch and he was on top of her. He was completely lost in her – in the way she felt underneath him, the way she smelled and the way she tasted. He couldn’t help himself when he began to rub against her, and she moaned like she liked it.
Emboldened, he moved his hands up and began to touch her through her shirt. Then eventually he worked his hands underneath the hem of her shirt and began to try and push up her bra. At that point, she began to scoot out from underneath him. “No,” she said, the sound muffled by his assault on her mouth”
He sat up. “Why not?” he asked confused.
“I don’t know….” said Rosa apologetically.
“Hey. I’m sorry. It’s okay. Really,” he said
“You don’t hate me?” she asked.
“No. I like you. You just tasted so good and I got carried away.”
“Ohhh….me too a little. I’m sorry,” she said and reached over and kissed him again.
“Rosa….” he said as he got hard again.
“Hmm?” she asked.
He grabbed her hand and placed it over his erection. “See what you do to me,” he breathed out
“Ohhh….what should I do?” she whispered and he almost died.
“What do you mean?” he asked.
“Mmmm – can I touch you? I mean – not through your clothes,” she said softly.
Holy shit, he thought. “Okay,” he barely managed to say as he stood up, lowered his zipper and unsnapped the top of his jeans freeing himself for her.
He took her hand and wrapped it around him and began to move it. Her hand was warm and soft. It felt so different than it did when he did it himself. He knew he wouldn’t last long so he made her stop.
She seemed surprised. “I didn’t mind Ryan,” she said.
“It’s okay. I don’t want….”
“Oh…” she said as understanding flashed across her face and she sat down next to him.
“I want to touch you now,” he said, “is that okay?
“Okay,” she whispered and reached over and kissed him. This time she easily let him touch her intimately. Next time he probably would need that condom.
When Ryan got home, he wanted to talk to Reagan. But first there were other urgent needs he had to take care of. He closed his eyes and thought of Rosa and her soft hands on him. It didn’t take long.
Once he had relieved himself, he went to his sisters room. He’d found out a little more about Archer and needed to tell her. Frankly, he was very worried about what she was getting into with him and maybe this would make her dump his ass before something bad happened.
Reagan was on her PC when he walked in. “Hey sis, I found out some shit about your big ass boyfriend,” he said. The look of dread she gave him made him feel bad. She’d been through enough and he was only going to make it worse. Fuck.
“He’s sweet, I don’t believe he’s done anything bad,” she said, already defending him.
“Well, first of all, he’s too old for you Rea,” he said thinking about what he and Rosa had just done. No doubt Archer was way more experienced with girls than he was. And no doubt Rea was way less experienced with boys than Rosa already was. He would take advantage of her.
“That’s not true,” she said, “He never treats me like a kid.”
Exactly, thought Ryan. He knew she liked him – a lot – but he had to tell her. “Okay, here’s the scoop. He’s been in juvie at least twice, according to the rumors, for theft. He’s managed to stay out of trouble for the past year. But that crew he runs with, they are bad news. So is he Reagan. A leopard can’t change his spots.”
“You’re wrong. Even if he did do that, he’s learned. I mean, he made everyone stay out of trouble at the clubhouse,” she reasoned, and Ryan swore she had stars in her eyes.
He should have known she would defend him. He tried again. “Reagan, he spiked the punch at the dance! And, they were drinking, at least some of them were, at the clubhouse. You might not think he’s such a bad dude, but the crowd he runs around with, they are. And Reagan, he’s fucking OLDER than you. More experienced, if you get my drift.”
“Are you giving me a sex talk?” she asked, incredulous.
“Rea, he’s gonna want to – what are you gonna do then?” challenged Ryan.
“If I say no, he’ll stop – unless – I don’t want to stop,” she countered, then squinted her eyes at Ryan, “have you, you know, gone all the way?”
“It doesn’t matter about me. If he touches you, I’ll beat the shit outta him,” said Ryan.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” she said rolling her eyes. “Ryan, could you maybe get me keys to the clubhouse?” It was as if nothing he told her registered.
“Daddy’s not going to let me go out with him, even though he let’s Taylor date seniors. If I meet him at the park, then we can at least spend some time together,” reasoned Reagan. “You and Jason take girls there all the time.”
“Darnell doesn’t have a rap sheet Rea!” he shot back. When she looked like she might cry, he caved. “Fine. I’ll get a fucking set made and give you the alarm code. You have to turn it back on when you leave. But Reagan, promise me you won’t let him bring his gang, or drugs, or do anything to you. Just, please, be careful.” Ryan shook his head slowly. “He’s going to get you in trouble. I just know it. God this is such a bad idea.”
Reagan threw her arms around Ryan. “It’s going to fine Ryan. I told you, he’s sweet. He makes me feel special. No one has ever made me feel this way before.” Ryan wasn’t so sure how fine anything was going to be.
Two weeks later……
“Hey Archer, I got keys,” sang out Reagan when he called her. “We can go to the clubhouse and hang out. Just the two of us.”
“Your shittin’ me PR,” he said.
“Nope,” she said popping the p for effect.
Archer laughed. “So when can you get away. I really want to see you – alone.”
“See you in 30 minutes…pretty Reagan,” he said and the way her name sent expectant chills through her.
Reagan grabbed her backpack went to tell Dannie she was leaving.
“Okay, where are you going and when will you be back?” asked Dannie as she headed out the front door.
“Oh, I am going to Enid’s. We are going to work on a school project together. I’ll be home before dark.” She quickly left so Dannie wouldn’t question her anymore.
When Reagan and Archer sat down on the couch in the clubhouse, he looked her up and down. “It’s nice to be alone together. But I don’t want you gettin’ in trouble.”
Reagan laughed. “Now who’s worried about me getting in trouble,” she teased, her confidence kicked way up.
“It’s selfish. If you get in trouble, I won’t get to see you.”
“Relax. I won’t. Ryan and Jason come here all the time,” she assured Archer, then leaned in and kissed him.
When he didn’t begin to kiss her like he had before, she was worried. “Don’t you like me?” she asked pouting.
“I adore you,” he said.
“Then don’t you want to, you know, put a love bite – here,” she said pointing at the top of her breast.
“Reagan…of course I do,” he said huskily, “I want to do more than that….I want you. Badly.”
“Then why not?” she asked confused.
“Babe, we shouldn’t. You’re a virgin, we’re alone, and I think I’m the first guy you’ve ever ….”
“So….” she said interrupting him. She didn’t want to hear him say it.
“PR, don’t push it…..I won’t be able to hold back…and not here anyway.”
“But, I don’t want you to hold back,” she whispered, “I like you.”
Archer groaned, and pulled her to him and began to kiss her neck and she relaxed. This was better.
He began slowly moving down her neck like he had done before. She had purposely put on a button up shirt so it would be easier. He undid just the first couple of buttons and began to trail kisses down to the top of her breast.
Reagan thought she was going to come apart. It felt so good. When he touched the top of her breast and her bra with his fingers, she could hardly breath. When he began to place little kisses there she let out a groan…”Archer…” she gasped.
He laughed a low laugh and pulled her around into his lap. He eased down her bra just enough to reach a previously covered area without completely exposing her. She caught her breath and he groaned. She had never felt so excited to have someone touch her like this. Then he began to kiss the newly exposed skin, gently sucking just hard enough to leave a mark. She thought she was going to die.
Finally, he pulled back and looked. “That’s fucking hot Reagan,” he said huskily.
Reagan didn’t want it to end. It was so intimate. And he was so gentle. She began to wonder what it would be like to do more.
He surprised her when he fixed her bra back in place and buttoned her shirt. Then he took her hand in his. “I gotta get outta here before this goes too far.”
“I’m not ready to leave,” she complained
“Me either, but we have to, or I’ll do something we’ll both regret. C’mon PR. Let’s keep you out of trouble.”
Reagan was so disappointed. “Okay,” she said knowing he was right. Suddenly Ryan’s revelation about him stealing entered her mind. He just didn’t seem like he could do that. He was so sweet and gentle. “Archer?”
“Don’t ask me to stay,” he warned, his voice soft and low.
“I won’t,” she said with a little giggle. Then she got serious. “I like you Archer. But I need to ask a question…what’s your baggage?”