Jake The Beginning Act 2

I walked into his house feeling out of place. Any other time I had come to his house I came with my family or with my friends. Never just alone. And there Jake stood tugging his shirt out of his jeans making me curious as to what his chest looked and felt like. He turned a crooked smile at me and asked if I was thirsty. What was supposed to be the answer. I wasn't legally able to drink but I wanted to. I shrugged my shoulders and asked him for a drink anyways and he nodded, still adorning that crooked smile.

That cooked smile was everything to me. It was all my hopes for the past god knows how many years. It was what my dreams were made of and now I had it all to myself. Of course I hadn't a clue what to do with it either. So I just smiled innocently and nodded a lot.

Jake returned to me with two glasses of ice, juice and a bottle of rum. He nodded to the back door to let me know that the back porch was where we were headed. I felt a sigh of relief. A huge sigh of relief. From the moment that we began kissing and touching back at the diner until now I was worried that the time had come to actually get naked with a boy. Yes, you read that right. At that moment I was still a virgin. I wanted to have sex with Jake. Or I thought I did. I was so ignorant on the subject that I figured that since I was lusting after him, the sex was going to be phenomenal. Either way wer obviously weren't going to have sex tonight unless I got really drunk and it went down on the back porch. That particular thought made me take a step back instead of forward. I'm not a foolish person and I knew the first time I was going to have sex wasn't going to happen with roses, love, champagne and on silk sheets but on a back porch? All I could think was having stickers in my ass and mosquito bites.

Jake looked at me out of the corner of his eye, "It's OK, if I get you too drunk I'll call Mike". And with that I took another step back. Calling my oldest brother when I was his youngest sister and being that I would be his youngest drunk sister; bad. Then add to it that I was at his best friends house, well that would just start chaos. Jake fully turned around and stared at me blankly. I stared back lost in my own mind. I think at that point Jake got it, "OK fine, two drinks and I'll take you home". I nodded and slipped out of my mind and into his eyes. Those deep eyes.

From that night we only had two weeks together until I was gone. The first week we spent naked but not having sex. Drinking, laughing, in the woods, kissing and just being. We were caught in the moment. You know that moment right? Newness, lust, adoration, excitement? That was us. Then Jake decided he was in love. To give him the benefit of the doubt, let's just say that he was. He knew I was leaving. We were on the countdown, one week. And then I was gone. The minute he told me he loved me I told him too bad. It was harsh, yes. I just wanted him to understand I was not giving up New York. Never. Unfortunately I couldn't tell him the reason I wouldn't give it up was because I didn't want to be him. Regardless, when I told Jake it wasn't going to work he was furious. Beyond pissed. Told me to leave him the fuck alone. Did I mention this was the day after we finally decided to have sex?

I was devastated. I cried for two days straight. Wasted two days of the last week I was at home in bed crying, like a sissy girl. The more I think back on it the angrier I get with myself. I was smarter than that. The problem was the sex. The sex made my brain all cloudy. Jake was rough and gentle at the same time. Holding me like he was going to hurt me but when he touched me in the right spots he didn't hold back. We gave up and gave into each other. It was phenomenal for him and for me, well it hurt like hell and felt only a little bit good. But it was the first time I was naked with a man. A man that I really, really liked.

After those two days of crying we somehow came to a medium ground and decided to make a go of the whole long distant relationship thing. When I made it to New York Jake and I would talk routinely on the phone. Every night he would call at the same time. Eventually though I got busy with work and the phone calls only came three times a week. I didn't miss talking to him and he didn't seem to miss talking to me.

That's how Jake started. That's just a small sliver of the beginning of how the darkness came. Now I have to speed up a little or whatever you want to call it and tell you about New York.