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Tuesday, September 6th 2014
Derby, NY
2:15 PM
The bell rang.
All hell broke loose, same as it always did at the end of last period at William G. Houston Middle School.
Kids started shuffling out, deliberately yelling over Ms. Jones as she gave out last-minute homework assignments.
Carson Ryger neatly packed his books into his bag, albeit with a certain degree of haste, stealing glances at the girl sitting next to him.
The brunette's packing job left a lot to be desired as she practically shoveled her school supplies into her backpack. She had her tongue sticking out of the side of her mouth, as if she were in deep concentration. Carson winced as he watched her haphazardly jam the English book on top of all the chaos and yank the zippers shut with a nasty crunch. Noticing Carson's dismayed expression, the green-eyed girl giggled and said:
"Come on, you slowpoke! Last one at the bus stop is a ginger!”
And with that, the game was afoot. Or better yet, his girlfriend was.
Swinging his bag over his shoulder, Carson stormed after 13-year-old Charlotte Bolton as she ran down the hallway. He was impressed with her ability to dodge students and teachers alike. Carson tried catching up but was already losing her in the flood of kids heading towards the exit.
He’d given Charly many nicknames throughout the years they'd known each other. Ball of Energy was one that popped into his head as he scoured the parking lot for the light-skinned black girl.
“Look, Carsse, the bus is already waiting!” Her lively voice let him spot her light brown curly hair among the commotion. “All the good seats will be gone if you don’t hurry,” she called.
That they were only going to ride the bus for two stops seemed immaterial to her.
Carson had never met anyone quite like Charly in his 13 years on this earth. And, naturally, he'd fallen madly in love from the moment he laid eyes on her. It had taken only a few days to realize he wanted to spend every waking moment with this gorgeous girl. Her bubbly personality was so infectious that Charly lit up every room she was in.
Stepping on the bus, he saw his girlfriend of 3 weeks smiling from ear to ear, frantically waiving and pointing at the empty seat next to her. After Carson sat down, Charly pecked him on the cheek and laid her hand in his.
“You know, you could’ve told me you were part-sloth.”
God, that mock-sincere stare, those dimples that formed when she tried to stick the landing for a joke… It was like she had walked straight out of a dream!
He wanted to kiss her, show her how much she meant to him... but he still felt inhibited around his peers when it came to public displays of affection. So, he resorted to the next best thing.
“Well, judging by the bang-up job you did packing your bag, you must be part-gorilla.”
Carson wasn’t half as good as Charly when it came to not laughing at your own quip, so the latter part had come out through a lopsided grin.
“Touché,” Charly laughed, grasping the sides of his face and kissing him full on the lips.
Turning bright red like a tomato, Carson cursed his fair complexion as a few girls snickered behind them.
Charly had never really cared much about 'a right way to act' in school. And she was right, as usual. It had no point worrying about what others thought of you.
And besides, Charly always had a simple but effective way of avoiding any 'He said, she said' crap:
"Be nice to everyone, until they give up trying to be hurtful."
And it had worked well for her so far.
She'd been one of the most popular girls in elementary school just by virtue of having made so many friends. Middle school hadn't been much different.
Charly had innumerable talents, but Carson firmly believed that it was her kind heart and open attitude towards strangers that made her so hard to dislike.
Always kidding around with others without ever badmouthing anyone, Charly was just a joy to be around. And Carson counted his lucky stars every day that he got to spend more time with her than anyone else, even more than her parents and her three siblings.
She was looking out the window when Carson squeezed her hand. Charly reciprocated, turning her head to flash him an affectionate smile. Tiny things like that were enough to send sparks through his abdomen.
They had been pretty much inseparable from the first moment they met in 1st grade, but these last few years especially had seen them grow closer in mind – and body.
And to now officially call Charly his girlfriend was more than Carson had ever dreamed of.
That designation really hadn’t changed much in their dynamic; they had practically acted like a couple from the start. But it was a necessity for other reasons, mainly to ward off any potential suitors vying after Charly.
One of said suitors was currently sitting on the other side of the bus, a few seats ahead of them. Carson had already caught him a few times trying to steal furtive looks at Charly.
Carson locked eyes with him.
That’s right, Kevin, you better turn around.
Now, by his estimation Carson was a smart student and a decently good-looking kid. He’d grown a few inches over the course of just a few months, following in his giant brother Luke’s footsteps. He’d also been trying out alternative hair styles, as of late. But the guffawed laughter of his two younger sisters Lizzy and Emily had made him think twice about switching to a mohawk. His other older brother Travis had loaned Carson some weights and he’d been noticing some decent results. All in all, he didn’t feel too bad about himself.
But he didn’t even really know why he felt this pressure to improve himself, because Charly had never once made him feel anything less than unabashedly loved.
Nevertheless, his competition was stiff. Kevin wasn’t the only one good-looking and witty enough to potentially spark Charly’s interests.
Charly and Carson were currently in their last year of middle school and hormones had been running rampant for the last 8 months. Everyone was growing in all directions, boys shot up 3 inches while girls started filling out their shirts.
Suddenly boys and girls who couldn’t stand each other the year before were now seen holding hands and kissing underneath the bleachers or behind the gym. Times were weird, indeed.
Charly, of course, had been at the top of everyone's list of whoever had eyes and a pulse, which had led to her being inundated with sweets, flowers and random love letters.
Once, after Charly had pulled a particularly fancy-looking envelope from her locker, Carson had stood there, feeling like he wanted to disappear.
The way she handled the letter with care, the way she blushed while reading it... Carson was dying a thousand deaths.
She had seemed incredibly flattered, but was quick to reassure him that there was only one, there had never been anyone else. It had been the first time he had cried in public.
What all these boys (and even one girl!) didn't know was that Charly and Carson had been destined for each other from the very first shared crayon in kindergarten.
And walking around school holding hands, sharing the occasional kiss, sent a clear message that Carson and Charly had always been an item, now more than ever.
The bus came to a stop at the crossing, where Charly, Carson and a few other kids got off.
“See you tomorrow, Vanessa,” Charly waved after a girl. The kids fanned out in different directions until only they remained.
As they stood side-by-side, waiting for the light to turn green, Charly wrapped Carson's arm in hers and laid her head on his shoulder, making him inhale deeply.
“Wanna come home with me? Alex said I could try out her new guitar," her voice sounding serene as she looked off into the distance.
“Speaking of which, Travis is getting his new drum set tomorrow, wanna ask Alex and Rosy if they wanna jam with us?” Carson loved making music with Charly and her family. They were quite the multi-instrumentalist family, just like his was. Many a weekend had been spent goofing around together for hours on end. Luckily, either of their houses were large enough to facilitate a room just for making noise.
“Definitely! We need to play like the whole new Paramore record,” she answered enthusiastically, proudly tugging at the shoulders of the black Paramore tee she had on.
“And yeah, I’ll come over now,” Carson said before pecking her on the forehead.
“Great! I think my mom cooked.” Charly took his hand in hers and moved in front of him. Carson's recent growth spurt had him looking down at the beautiful brunette.
A moment passed, where he just stood there, falling into her loving gaze... when suddenly Charly pulled him into a close embrace. Carson closed his eyes and hugged her back just as fiercely. God, he loved her so much!
When the crosswalk finally beeped, they did not want to untangle. Then Charly whispered something in Carson’s ear.
“We could do more of what we did yesterday…if you want.”
Before he could even get ahold of himself again, Charly grabbed his hand and started running over the crosswalk.
As the two made their way along the edge of Sturgeon Point Road, passing houses with US Flags and Go Bills signs on porches, Carson was reminded of a similarly beautiful day...
About four years ago, on a beach day at Lake Erie, Charly and Carson had been splashing in the shallows together, letting the warm waves envelop their bodies. Carson had always felt amazing when the brunette was with him, but something about the way Charly’s wet hair caught the sunlight that day, her infectious laughter… it made his insides squirm as butterflies shot through his stomach. He'd suddenly felt the urge to feel her lips on his, kind of like he’d seen his oldest brother Luke kiss her oldest sister, Alexandra.
Carson must’ve stared at her a little too long because he recalled Charly cocking her head to the side and asking if she had something on her face. Carson, having already been a real smooth talker at the age of nine, had just yelled “Water!” before promptly splashing a good hand full of it right up her nose.
Years later, Charly still laughed about it, but to this day Carson woke up in cold sweats a few times a month, dreaming that he’d scared away the greatest girl on earth with that blunder.
After that beach trip it had taken another 2 years for them to properly kiss for the first time, but once those floodgates had been opened, there was no turning back.
It became a regular occurrence that Carson would spend one night a week at Charly’s house and she a night at his. Two nights turned into four and before long they were waking up next to each other almost every day of the week. And though Carson had started out sleeping on a blow-up mattress in her room, the two soon ended up cuddling under one blanket in her bed before drifting off in each other's arms.
By age 12, palpable romantic feelings had started bubbling to the surface. Before long, Carson would spend nights lying next to her, sharing tender and timid kisses, his hand finding its way beneath her pajama top. He’d been so nervous he was shaking, but when he felt her hand gently touch his chest, his mind had gone blank. They didn’t really know much about what they were doing or why it felt good, but they knew they wanted more.
One night, Charly confided in him that over the past year she had developed a habit of humping things in her room. She had started doing it with her underwear on but after a while she'd found the sensations to be much more intense if she was bare underneath.
Nothing had been safe from her, as she pointed out an assortment of pillows and stuffed animals. Even corners of chairs and couches had been the bringer of bliss for the brunette on one occasion or another.
Having felt compelled to also share something private, Carson then confessed that he had been rubbing his penis until he would reach an explosion of indescribable feelings coursing through his body. Sometimes even some white stuff had come out of the tip, but he’d asked his older brothers and they’d told him that that was totally normal. Charly had sat there cross-legged in her jammies, staring wide-eyed at him, hanging on his every word.
Later that night, Charly had coyly asked him if he ever wanted to "play like that" together...
So, eventually they started sharing their nightly routines of self-love.
Carson distinctly remembered a night where he was touching himself beneath his pajama bottoms as he watched Charly hump her favorite bear in her underwear. Hearing her little whimpers had made him last all of 30 seconds before making a mess. A week later, Charly placed his hand inside her underwear and asked him to touch her gently with his fingers. He’d never forget how she clung to him, mewling into his ear.
It had been a wondrous experience, becoming more and more comfortable being naked around each other as the months went by.
On one especially amazing night where Charly had been rubbing her wonderful, nude body over his, Carson reached unknown heights in pleasure as he suddenly shot ropes of that white stuff all over their stomachs, much more than he’d ever seen. Simultaneously elated and horrified, Carson had been incredibly ashamed, apologizing profusely to the sweaty brunette on top of him as she smiled reassuringly. Charly eventually had to kiss him just to shut him up.
The next day both had agreed to Google for more information about what had happened and to reconvene later in the day to compare their findings.
Carson had ended up reading a bunch of disturbing and confusing Wikipedia articles, but a few facts had him very excited for the future.
Apparently, girls tended to grow breasts in similar size to their parents. And picturing Charly with boobs the size of her mom’s or even her sister’s, had forced Carson to take care of himself one more time before continuing his research.
After lunch, Carson had met up with his better half, ready to tell her everything he'd learned. But before Carson had even opened his mouth, Charly had started talking like a waterfall, telling him excitedly about all the super interesting things you had to keep in mind when you wanted to be "intimate with someone", as the internet had called it. Being swept up in her enthusiasm, like always, the two had spent the rest of the evening in Charly’s room singing and dancing while getting naked. Charly had always been incredibly thorough with every school project she’d done, so she treated this new 'subject' no different.
That had also been the night where Carson had really registered for the first time how much Charly’s breasts were growing. His eyes had been glued to her chest for a solid minute after Charly had thrown her top across the room. The brunette, giving her best Ariana Grande impression as she belted along to Problem, had eventually started removing more and more clothing, pointing to the different parts of her body and giving detailed information about their function – and in some instances how to pleasure them. The area around her nipples – “areolas, Carson! Pay attention, this WILL be on the test!” – had widened and her buds, which hadn’t been much to hold on to half a year ago, had become much rounder and more shapely, and were now bouncing along to Charly’s wild dance moves.
Carson swore that he’d never forget the sight of a buck-naked Charly dancing to Paramore’s Ain’t It Fun while she listed off super scientific terms about reproduction, sporting fake glasses to “look more sophisticated”. What a girl.
Carson hadn't been able to hide his erection that night any longer, which had given Charly a perfect opportunity to try out something she’d seen in a video. Thank God for having a studious girlfriend...
"Everything ok? You've been staring off into space."
Carson was pulled back to reality as he saw Charly wear a quizzical smile while walking backwards. “Looks like you were having a nice daydream, you were grinning like a cat!” Her little giggle made his chest flutter.
“I was, actually. Can you guess who I was dreaming of?” Carson asked, smiling broadly.
“Uh, uh, I know, I know!” The brunette jumped up and down with her hand in the air. He stifled a laugh. “Yes, Ms. Bolton, in the corner there.”
“THE STAY PUFT MARSHMALLOW MAN!” Charly blurted gleefully, striking a pose like at the end of a dance routine.
“…you know me so well...” Carson laughed.
One of the million things he loved about Charly was that they had developed such an instinctive dynamic when it came to humor. They had perfected the technique of one person setting up a joke, the other delivering the punchline.
Looking very satisfied with herself, Charly gave a little goblin-like snicker before jumping the gate of her family’s estate.
The driveway leading up to the 8-bedroom house at 785 Sturgeon Point Road was starting to be doused with red, yellow and orange leaves. Fall was slowly but surely approaching.
“God, can you imagine Obi, Sam and Ron running around our yard?”
The Boltons had recently welcomed three Golden Retriever puppies from the same litter into their family. Charly and her siblings were head over heels in love with them. And she had even gotten her way with naming them after her favorite characters. Lucky for Charly, the rest of her family was almost as nerdy as she was.
“Playing catch, digging through molehills... they’re gonna have so much fun, I just know it!” Charly loved animals above all else and dreamed of becoming a veterinarian one day.
“Can you tell them apart already?” Carson asked.
Charly acted all affronted as she said, “Are you implying I wouldn’t be able to tell my sons apart? How rude of you, sir! I must protest!” She had gotten more British by the second.
Carson could watch her little antics all day, nothing would make him happier.
“Apologies, mum. Pray forgive me,” Carson answered in his best impression of an 18th century British butler, giving a little bow.
Charly scrutinized him slowly before turning on her heel, exclaiming, "Luck is on your side this day, good sir, but don’t test my benevolence any further or it shall be the dungeons for you next time. Come along now, Jasper, my family awaits." And there she went, strutting up the driveway, shaking her cute behind, holding on to an imaginary parasol.
The 'Snippy British Duchess' was defnitely one of her greatest characters.
Arriving at the door to their large house, Carson could already hear the excited balls of fluff scuttling across the wooden floors.
“Hiiiii!” Charly cried, dropping her bag as three small gold-furred dogs came scampering from every direction. Barking frantically, they jumped up at her and Carson, intent on licking their faces.
“Yeees, I knowww, it’s us! Charly and Carssi!” she cooed excitedly, trying to snuggle all her pups at once.
“Hi, guys! Lunch will be ready soon. Carson, are you joining us?” came a voice from the kitchen.
“Uhm, yes, Mrs. Bolton, thank you.”
A plump African American woman with her hair held back by a headband came walking down the corridor, holding a large knife and wearing a determined expression.
“Carson, how many times do I have to tell you,” she was pointing at him with her knife, “I’m Jessica! I have a knife and I know how to use it.”
Charly’s mom laughed at his nervous smile before walking back into the kitchen, followed by the three puppies hoping to get some snacks from their mom. “Get outta here, I don’t have…”
Well, he knew where Charly got her sense of humor.
“Come on, you,” Charly grinned, grabbing her bag and hurrying up the stairs.
At the top of the landing, Carson could see Charly’s little brother Ben through his half-open bedroom door. He was sitting at his desk, pouring over a bunch of open books strewn across it. He was true a prodigy, having already won a bunch of math and physics contests in their school district.
Suddenly, Charly grabbed the neck of his T-shirt, pulling Carson into her room. She locked the door behind him and threw her school bag on the bed. Carson set his gently against a bookshelf.
For a second they just stood there... Charly's radiating, mischievious smile making the hairs on Carson's neck stand up in electric anticipation.
From one moment to the next, Charly closed the distance between them and kissed him deeply. Her arms wrapped around him as she kicked off her shoes.
Carson held her close as he let this beautiful moment freeze in time, adding it to the plethora of incredible memories with Charly.
When they broke apart, he looked into her flushed face, dimples and all, and couldn’t help but pull her back into a fierce hug.
“Do you know how much I love you, Charlotte Marie Bolton?”
Charly’s heartbeat quickened at the mention of her full name, he could feel it against his chest.
“Judging by that tent in your shorts, I’d say a whole lot.”
Blushing, Carson moved to break their hug, but Charly held him close.
"Carson, it's all right. I know you get ‘intimacy boners’," she giggled understandingly. "We’ve seen it before, right? It’s all good, I was just kidding." She pulled him into a kiss. “I love you too.”
“Besides,” Charly remarked suggestively, “I said earlier that you could… kiss me where you did yesterday...” She held his nervous gaze.
Carson swallowed, his stomach giving a little lurch, like it always did every time Charly got this way.
Of course he was incredibly eager to be naked with her again, to run his hands gently over her soft skin... but the last thing he wanted to do was make her feel pressured to do anything she wasn’t comfortable with. Was she only offering because he had loved it so much last time...?
Her expression shifted.
She looked away, embarrassed.
“I’m sorry, we don’t…I was just thinking…” she stammered.
He’d been just standing there, saying nothing like an idiot, with his mouth half-open. She must’ve thought he didn’t want to!
“No, Charlz, sorry…I was just…you know. Of course, I want to. I’m crazy about you but I don’t want you to think we have to rush things, or, you know…” God, when he got nervous his speech center just completely gave out.
But her million-dollar smile was back, with a gleam of lust shining from her eyes. She leaned and whispered: “Wanna…?”
Charly’s bated breath was so arousing... Her eyes screamed an urge Carson was feeling as well...
He nodded his head.
After emphasizing his intentions with another long kiss, Carson undid his shorts with shaky hands while Charly went to work on her jeans, pulling her underwear down with them. She stepped out of them, giving Carson a full view of her peach-fuzzed vulva.
“God, you look really sexy, Carsse...” Charly giggled anxiously as Carson got on his knees in front of her. He had removed his shoes, shorts and underwear and was grasping his erection.
Any coherent thought had left him, as he now only waited for Charly to position her exposed slit on his mouth.
This was the fourth time they were doing this. ‘Oral sex’ was the correct term, or ‘cunnilingus’ but he didn’t care right now. What was important was that it felt incredible to have Charly’s warm mound on his face... She just loved to rub herself over his features... The taste of her was unlike anything else... His mouth watered just thinking about it... He closed his eyes as she came closer...
Running her hands through his red hair, Charly placed her flower above Carson’s lips until they were barely touching. She let out a long-held breath.
“This…is this ok?” she asked timidly, while letting more of her weight press down on Carson’s face.
Carson moaned in assurance as his tongue delved between her legs. Her sparse hairs brushed against his nose as he took in her scent. If Carson hadn't been on a mission to bring Charly to where she wanted to be, he could’ve come at any point. But he forced himself to decrease the number of strokes, to step back from the edge.
The little sounds she made as she increased the speed of her humping were almost too much to handle.
“Uhhhh…God…right there…” she moaned quietly, lifting her head to the ceiling as she steadied her rhythm.
Carson was in heaven.
His beautiful girlfriend was forcing his mouth further into her dripping sheath... her taste... her scent... His brain was close to overloading! He couldn’t help but vigorously rub his hardness while lapping at Charly’s slit.
"Baby…stay there…lemme just…AHHH!"
Hearing Charly try to be quiet while nearing her peak was the most arousing thing he’d ever experienced.
The brunette was now humping his face with determination, working her most sensitive spots over his lips and nose.
“Fuck!”
Her cursing spelled the end for Carson.
Letting go, he released his intense orgasm right on to the carpeted bedroom floor as Charly followed suit, seizing his hair with both hands as she arrived.
“GODDAMNIT!” she groaned much louder than before, riding out the last waves of her climax. Carson reached around to grip her butt with his left hand, digging his fingers into her soft flesh.
A few seconds later, Charly's hold of his hair gave way to soft strokes when she opened her eyes to look down at him. Her gaze carried an abundance of positive emotions, anything from sexual release to adoration. Smiling serenely, she breathed, "God, that was the best one yet!"
Carson was still riding the aftereffects of his climax, but when he came to he noticed the mess he’d made on her floor.
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry, Charly! I’m such an i-”
“Oh, who cares! No big deal."
The brunette grabbed her pants and underwear and tossed them in a hamper as Carson got up to wipe his face and find his shorts.
“I hope we weren’t too loud… Ben was sitting at his desk.”
“Don’t worry,” Charly responded, pulling a fresh pair of shorts from her closet. Her back was strategically turned towards Carson, putting her cute bum on full display. It took all the restraint he had not to move closer and give her beautiful behind a little tap.
“He’s lived between me and Alex for long enough. If he still hasn’t learned to close his door and turn his music up, that’s on him.”
Charly squatted to get underwear from her bottom drawers. God, now she was just taunting him! Luckily, Carson had already pulled his shorts back on. Holding his hands over his crotch, he sat on the edge of the bed and watched the gorgeous brunette get dressed.
“LUNCH IS READY! COME AND GET IT!” called her Mom from downstairs.
Carson glanced at the damp spot on Charly’s carpet floor. “What about-“
“We’ll get that later, don’t worry.”
Beaming at him, Charly unlocked the door. “Let’s go. It’s Taco Tuesday!”