The Fling Apple, page 4
Fifteen.
Thirty-five.
Was I supposed to feel this hot?
Sixty.
Eighty-five.
I didn’t want to make any noise or movement. I wanted it to be over and to soak in a bath to relieve the soreness I knew I was going to feel. His movements became quicker and more forceful, and I felt like he was tearing me open.
Was it supposed to burn this much?
His dick wasn’t that big.
I knew within a few minutes that something wasn’t right. I just thought it was the pain from losing your V card. What began as an uncomfortable tingling sensation, escalated to a sharp burning pain, like he had dipped his cock in a fucking jalapeño before thrusting inside of me.
“Oh my god,” I moaned like I was on fire.
“I know. It’s so good, isn’t it?”
“What?” I frantically shook my head, unable to control my body. “No! I’m burning up!”
“I know, me too… oh fuck…” He abruptly stopped and shook on top of me, his chest convulsing for a few moments. “That was amazing,” he huskily stated, kissing all over my face.
I swatted him away; the last thing I wanted was for him to touch me right now. I was literally scorching from the inside out. “No! Get off, get off! I’m actually burning!”
“What?”
I paid him no mind. The only thing that mattered was to try to relieve this sensation that was worsening to the point of no return.
What the fuck?
I shoved him away and didn’t think twice about it. I shot up and started running around the bed of his truck as if I was a fireman and I needed to stop, drop, and roll. I desperately tried to fan myself.
“Did you give me an STD?!”
“What! No! My dick’s clean.”
Never slowing down my roll, I ran faster, trying to be one with the breeze. “Why am I finding that extremely hard to believe right now, Memphis? My vagina feels like it’s been touched by the flames of Hades!”
“You’re overreacting, Sage. It’s just from me breaking your hymen. I’m big, so it was gonna hurt, babe.”
Abruptly, I stopped. “Oh please! Don’t flatter yourself. Big isn’t what I would say.” I gazed down at my blazing pussy. “Memphis! You gave me a rash!”
“Oh, shit…”
“Oh my God! What do you mean, ‘Oh shit!’ Why do I have a rash?!”
“Babe… I don’t know. I—”
I grabbed my cell phone off the bed of the truck and called the first person who came to mind.
“Sage—”
“ASPYN! My vagina is on fire!”
“I’m sorry, what?”
“Where are you? I think I have to go to the ER! I think there was Icy Hot on the condom!”
“Condom? What? You had sex?”
“Can we talk about that later, please?! Did you not hear what I just said! I think Satan is in my labia!”
“Oh… I’ve heard of this happening before. It happened to one of the girls on the squad.”
“What? Jesus, Aspyn, what?! Am I going to have to sit in ice?”
“Oh, ummm … I think you’re allergic to latex.”
My face went lax. “What? That’s a thing?”
“I guess, according to your vagina. Where are you? I’ll come to you.”
“I don’t know. I’m in the woods. I’m going to jump in the river!”
“Drop me a pin of your location. I’m on my way.”
I hung up and did exactly that before I took off like a bat out of hell and hauled ass into the river. I swear I saw steam come off from the water the moment I sank in.
“Ummm…”
I stared up at Memphis who had his hand behind his head, looking at me as if I’d suddenly grown ten heads.
“Is there anything I can do?”
“No, I think you’ve done enough!”
He didn’t say anything after that. The water helped a bit, but not enough.
God, why did this have to happen to me?
I didn’t have time to contemplate that any further because Aspyn’s car approached us, and within seconds she was grabbing my clothes, and I was darting into her car butt ass naked.
“Are we really going to the emergency room?” Aspyn asked, slamming on the gas and getting us out of there. “Your parents are going to find out if we do.”
“What other choice do I have? I literally have fire crotch.”
She sped through every red light until we finally pulled up to the ER doors.
“I’ll be right back!” Aspyn jumped out of her car and hurried inside. I heard her scream, “I need a wheelchair! A nurse! A doctor! Wait! Maybe I need a gynecologist! I don’t know! Possibly the burn unit too! My best friend’s pussy needs a fire extinguisher!”
I wanted to die.
Actually, this was what death felt like. Except, I wasn’t in Heaven.
I was in Hell.
Losing my virginity dragged me there.
Chapter 5
—Sage—
“How are things with you and Memphis?” Aspyn questioned on our way home from cheerleading practice.
On Fridays, I waited for her on the bleachers, doing my homework while she did her thing. Both my parents worked late on Friday nights. My mom owned an interior design business, and my dad was a pharmacist; he owned his pharmacy too. We were well off, had a nice, big house, but my family wasn’t conceited by any means. We appreciated what we had, and my brother and I never took advantage of what our parents could buy us.
Brady also had soccer practice on Fridays, and he usually went out with the team after. I didn’t care much for being home alone, so I always waited on Aspyn, so we could get our weekend started with movies or binge-watching our next series. Neither one of us were much for going out to parties, and I wasn’t ready to go back out there. Not with what had happened last time.
“Eh. He’s leaving in a month.”
After what happened that night, I don’t know… I kind of lost respect for him. He didn’t reach out to see how I was; he wasn’t even concerned. He played it off like it didn’t happen, and that didn’t sit well with me. I gave him my virginity, and he could consider it a parting gift.
“What do you want to do tonight?” she asked, coming to a stop at the red light.
“Let’s see if Redbox has any new movies?”
“That works. I need to pick up some Tampons anyway.”
I glanced at her. “You’re on your period?”
She nodded, looking at me. “Yeah, aren’t you?”
Our cycles had been in sync with each other for as long as I could remember.
“No…” I stated above a whisper.
Her eyes went wide. We both knew what happened last month…
“Did you just start?”
She shook her head, reading my mind. “No.
Oh, God … please no.
Neither one of us said anything the entire drive to the store, both of us lost in the same thoughts. I stayed in her car while she went inside. I couldn’t move. I was glued to the seat. My mind was numb, but I felt everything at the same time.
When she got back into the car, I saw the bag in her hands. There, shining like a fucking beacon of truth and consequences was a pregnancy test.
She took one look at me. “Better safe than sorry, Sage.”
“We used a condom. I took the morning-after pill. The hospital suggested it since I was allergic to latex. They said the condom might not have worked. Aspyn…” I paused, feeling an intense sense of panic. “I did all the right things. I did everything I was supposed to. I can’t be pregnant.”
“You’re probably not.” She grabbed my hand. “It’s just for precaution. You’ve been stressed because of finals. You know how you get.”
I was almost a straight-A student. I made the honor roll every semester. All my classes in school were advanced, and I already had college credits.
This can’t be happening to me!
My parents had shown up at the ER that night. They knew what happened between Memphis and me. I wasn’t punished or grounded, but they weren’t happy with the situation and what I decided was the right time for me to lose my virginity, but I'd suffered enough to last me a lifetime with what had occurred.
And now I could be pregnant? What the fuck kind of cruel joke was that?
My whole life flashed before my eyes on the way back to Aspyn’s house. I blinked, and I was sitting on the toilet in her bathroom.
Aspyn sat on the sink, wanting to be there for moral support. She was eating a bag of Skittles.
“I can’t pee with you just sitting there!”
“How old are we? Seven? Just pee. Do you need me to turn on the faucet?”
“Just close your eyes or something.”
“Oh my God, Sage! I saw your entire coochie at the hospital. Hell, half the town saw your punanie!”
“This is different! Stop talking.”
She made a zipper motion over her lips and proceeded to close her eyes. I shut one of mine and concentrated really hard.
“I think my pee has stage fright. It doesn’t want to know the results either.”
She didn’t reply as she simply turned on the faucet, and it worked like a charm. For the next three minutes, we sat on the floor of her bathroom with a stick I’d peed on in between us. Both of us looking at it like it was a ticking time bomb about to explode.
“What are you thinking about?”
I shrugged. “Everything.”
“You know if you’re pregnant, we’ll all be here for you. Your parents aren’t going to be happy, but they wouldn’t abandon you, Sage. Neither would Brady or me.
I nodded. “What do you think Memphis will say?”
“I’m the wrong person to ask this question. I think he’s a fucking idiot, so he will more than likely say the wrong thing. He’s moving soon, right?”
“Yeah. Ugh! What am I going to do? My parents are going to be so disappointed in me.”
“You did everything to make sure you were responsible. It isn't your fault Memphis has super sperm. Who would have thought?”
I leaned my head against the wall. “I should have left with Ashton.”
“Ashton?” She smirked. “You’re still thinking about him?”
“Maybe.”
“Does that mean I left a lasting impression?”
“Do you want to leave a lasting impression?”
I wondered if I left one on him like he obviously had on me too.
“If you are pregnant, your brother is going to murder Memphis. He didn’t even like that you were dating a senior. He’s going to shit a brick.”
The timer on Aspyn’s phone went off, alerting us that the three minutes were up. Call it intuition, a sixth sense, or maybe I just knew because I could already feel it.
I grabbed my belly as she flipped over the test. I didn’t have to ask her for the results.
It was evident.
Written clear as day across her face.
I was knocked up.
Chapter 6
—Sage—
Eight years later
“MOMMMM!”
I threw my toothbrush into the sink and sprinted toward Haven’s bedroom. “Oh my God! What—”
“Haiden flushed my Barbie down the toilet!” She sternly pointed at the floating doll that was headfirst down the toilet. “Look! She’s stuck, and she’s probably drowned now! I’m going to have to have a funeral for her!”
I breathed out a huge sigh of relief. “Must you scream like that, Haven? I thought something bad had happened.”
She stared at me with wide eyes. “Did you not hear what I just said? A funeral, Mom! I don’t have time to plan a funeral! I have ballet today!”
Out of both of them, Haven was definitely the dramatic one while her twin brother was the troublemaker.
Yes, you just heard that correctly.
Twins.
I didn’t get pregnant with only one baby when I turned sixteen—I got knocked up with two. I had no idea my grandmother was a twin until the OBGYN said there were two heartbeats. At first, I thought I’d heard him incorrectly. After I’d passed out from the news, I was awoken with the reality that I’d be giving birth and responsible for two lives, not just one.
My mom didn’t have the best relationship with her mother, so no one thought it would be important to tell us that we had the twin gene in our bloodline.
I nodded. “I heard what you said. Let me see what I can do. Where is your brother?”
“MOMMMM!” she dragged out.
“Stay put,” I ordered before hurrying my way down the stairs. “Haiden! Where are you?”
“I’m out here, Mama!”
I went toward the backyard, and he came into view. “Haiden! How many times do I have to tell you that you can’t climb that tree when no one is watching you?”
“But, Mama! I’m the man of the house. I don’t need anyone watching me.”
Damn you, Brady!
My brother had been telling him he was the man of the house since before he could understand what it meant. Now, it was his answer for everything.
“Sage!” Aspyn shouted from the front door.
“I’m out back!”
I watched Haiden’s eyes light up as soon as he saw my best friend walk through the screen door. He had the biggest crush on her.
“Hey, little man.”
He jumped off the tree like the daredevil he was. My boy had no fear, and he had the scars to prove it. He was only seven and had already had stitches twice and almost broke his arm last summer. It didn’t matter how many times I told him he couldn’t fly off the swings, he was determined to prove me wrong.
Haiden strode over to Aspyn with the strut of a man.
Where did he get this shit from?
“Mom, my girlfriend is here now. You don’t have to watch me anymore. She can.”
“Haiden, she’s not your—”
She laughed, shaking her head. “I swear he has better swagger than most men I date.”
With a serious expression on his face, he simply stated, “I am a man.”
Before Aspyn could reply, Haven ran into her arms. “Aunt Aspyn! You’re just in time. We’re going to have a funeral today.”
Aspyn picked her up, hugging her close to her chest. Haven was small for her age. My family had a reoccurring joke that Haiden took all her nutrients. He was big for his age. Most people didn’t realize he was only seven until I told them. They were both wicked smart, though. I spent a lot of time with them, so did my family. They were advanced for their age.
After we found out I was pregnant with twins, my mom closed her business and helped me raise them. I was able to finish high school and graduate with my friends. Yet, I was still the cautionary tale of all of Tullahoma, and let me tell you…
Trying to date when I had twins waiting at home was nonexistent. I lived vicariously through Aspyn. With the help of my loving, supportive family and best friend, my life stayed somewhat normal. As normal as it could be with having twins at only sixteen. I even graduated from college with my teaching degree a year ago; I finished that early too.
“Who died?” Aspyn questioned, looking at me concerned.
“Barbie,” Haven told her. “Haiden murdered her.” She stuck her tongue out at him. “You should go to jail.”
“Your brother is not going to jail, Haven.” I gazed over at my boy. “Haiden, apologize to your sister about her Barbie.”
“But, Mama,” he grumbled, looking at me with those puppy eyes he'd perfected since he was two. “I was just trying to see if she could swim.”
“You flushed her down the toilet!” Haven exclaimed. “You didn’t even give her a chance!”
Fair.
“Haiden, I won’t tell you again. Apologize to your sister, and you’re going to buy her a new Barbie with your own chore money.”
“But, Mama… I was saving up to take my girl out on a date.”
“Oh my God.” I shook my head. “It’s too early for this. I’m going to make some coffee; want some?” I asked Aspyn.
She nodded, setting Haven down on the ground. “You guys behave and play nice together. I have to talk to your mom.”
“Go get ready for school.”
“Mom,” Haven responded. “It’s Saturday. There’s no school today.”
“How is it Saturday already?”
The kids took off toward the jungle gym my brother and dad had built for them for their birthdays a few weeks ago. My twins could bicker and yell at one another and then make up like nothing had occurred between them seconds later.
It was amazing to witness. They reminded me a lot of Brady and me. After I had the twins, he became the best uncle a sister could ask for. Picking them up from school, taking them out on activities and their sports to give me a break. Haiden was the best soccer player on his little league team. My brother was his coach; he was adamant from the moment Haiden could crawl that he was born to be a midfielder.
Brady and our dad were the best substitutes for my twins not having a father of their own.
Aspyn pulled me away from my thoughts.
“You’re a mom and on mom time.”
“Is that a thing?”
“After seeing your memory, I’m convinced it is.”
I chuckled, walking back inside. We could still see the twins from the kitchen, and I made sure to keep an eye on them. Sometimes Haiden would make Haven do things she wasn’t ready for, and to prove to her brother that she was brave, she would do them.
Two ER visits in the last six months was never a good thing.
“What do you need to talk to me about?”
She grinned, taking a seat at the kitchen island. With the help of my parents, I moved out of their house and bought this one two years ago. It was right on a lake and had a big backyard for the twins to play. They had their own rooms, but I’d still find Haven in her brother’s bed most mornings. Despite the fact that they fought sometimes, they had this crazy-ass twin bond. They finished one another’s sentences and knew what the other was thinking without having to be told.
