Chapter 38 - The Asshole and the Nerd-3

By the time we leave the center, it's dark outside. Zeke tells me that his mom wants to see me, so we head to Zeke's house, stopping at burger king on the way of course. "Last chance to change your mind and we go somewhere else," Zeke says when he stops his car in the driveway of his house. "No way. I love your mom." I get out of the car and wait for Zeke, then we go inside. Evelyn greets me at the door with a hug. "Hello, Marnie! Happy birthday!" She says enthusiastically. "You look beautiful, wow! Zeke is such a lucky man." I laugh and look at Zeke. "Oh I know." "Come come," Evelyn says and we follow her into the kitchen. Maggie is sitting at the table eating ice cream. "Staying in on a friday night?" Zeke questions her. "Isaac's busy. Going out without him would be shitty," she shrugs then looks at me. "Sup, carrot-" she starts fake coughing and drops her ice cream spoon. "I mean Marnie." What is it with her talking about carrots when i'm around? Zeke angrily takes the ice cream tub and throws it in the trash, causing a painful scream to escape from Maggie's mouth. "YOU CHOCOLATE FUDGE CREAM KILLING MORON!" "Maggie calm down! We have guests!" Evelyn yells. Maggie stomps over and punches Zeke's chest, then goes to the trash and takes the ice cream out, examining it. "I'd still eat it," I say in an attempt to make her feel better. I understand her pain. Ice cream and food in general is a very sensitive thing to a teenage girl. "I feel bad that you have to deal with him," she says to me then walks out of the kitchen with her ice cream. "What a brat," Zeke mutters. "I heard that, freak," Maggie shouts back. Evelyn begins to rub her temples. "They never stop this bickering." I feel bad for her, but I can't help but find their arguing hilarious. "Anyway, Marnie," she smiles. "I got you something." She lifts a gift bag off of one of the counters and hands it to me. Inside is one of those professional looking pencil packs and a note pad. "Zeke said you're very good at drawing. I thought you could use some good equipment." "Wow, thank you. You really didn't have to-" "Oh please, it's the least I could do after all the babysitting you did for me. Zeke can be hard work." Without thinking, I give her a hug. "Thank you. For everything." I don't mean just the gift when I say this. I mean thank you for bringing the love of my life into the world, for raising him to be the strong, kind-hearted guy he is. And for even getting me to babysit him. If she didn't, we probably wouldn't be where we are right now. Zeke takes me upstairs to his room later, and while he's taking off his shoes, I realise something. "You've never seen any of my artwork. How would you know i'm good at drawing?" He squeezes his eyes shut, as if he thought he was going to get away with me not noticing. "I just saw it when I was in the art department." "You don't take art though." He sighs and looks at me. "Okay okay. I asked your teacher to see some of it." "Really? Why?" "I was curious. And we weren't talking... and the only way I felt I could get close to you was by seeing some of your work." I feel butterflies in my stomach and walk to him, smiling at my sentimental boyfriend. I really won at life with this one. My hands go around the back of his neck, and I kiss him. The heat from his breath and his hands on my waist make my knees go weak. "I love you," I breath against his mouth. He moans in response as if my words cause him physical pleasure, and he kisses me harder. He walks forward as we kiss and I walk backwards until my legs hit his bed. I pull away from our kiss when I realise where we are: alone in a bedroom. The last time we were in this position, I was drunk in Cole's guest room and we almost had sex. I never thought anything like that would happen again, but here we are. "We don't have to do anything," he breaths heavily. "I can take you home now if you want." "Honestly, Zeke. I couldn't think of anything worse than that right now." I pull my sweater over my head and throw it to the ground, watching his eyes fill with lust. His finger trails along my waistline before he slowly pulls off my skirt and I kick my shoes off. I swear I hear him gulp as he looks down at me standing in nothing but underwear. I press myself against him and kiss him. Shit. I can feel his bulge through his jeans. All I want to do is rip them off... My hands scatter to undo his jeans and he pulls his shirt off, exposing his perfect body. I sit on his bed while he takes off his pants and is left in only a pair of black boxers. Ugh lord. My head is at the level of his crotch. I hesitantly run my hand over his bulge, feeling nervous. He places his hand on my cheek, and it somehow makes me feel safer and more confident. I pull off his boxers and start to stroke him, hearing a sigh coming from him which only turns me on even more. Zeke gently pushes me back. I move up on the bed and lean my head against the pillows that smell so strongly of his scent. He hovers over me, his hands sliding under me and I arch my back to allow him to unclasp my bra. He starts kissing my breasts and I run my hands through his hair, and close my eyes. He reaches under his bed and pulls out a box and turns it upside down. One single condom falls out onto the floor, and he rips it open in a rush. I watch him pull it over his penis. "It might hurt." "I know," I say while running my fingers along the soft skin on his face. He pulls off my panties and spreads my legs, then leans down and kisses my nose before slowly sliding into me. I bite my lip and squeeze my eyes tight shut. It hurts, but it's a kind of pleasureful pain. Nothing I expected it to feel like. My hands go to his back and as he moves into me a couple more times, the pain starts to go away, and it feels better and better. A small moan escapes my mouth and Zeke kisses me to stop any more noise getting out, since we are in a house with his mother and sister. He moves faster and tension builds up inside me, bringing me close. He buries his face in my neck to stifle his own moans. We both finish and he spills into the condom, then simply takes it off and throws it onto the floor. If I wasn't so exhausted and out of breath, I'd make sure he knew all about how disgusting that is. Zeke falls down beside me, his head turned to the side looking at me. "Are you okay?" "More than okay," I manage to say. "Just so you know, losing your virginity doesn't make you any less of a nerd and I still have full authority to call you that." Only Zeke could say something dumb and ruin a perfect moment like this. "Just so you know, you're still an asshole." +++ the end