Ripples in A Pond by Rose Kephart (reading an ebook .TXT) 📖

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“I have an idea” Tristan said over the phone, “We can meet in the sound room this Sabbath. I’m running it so we’d be the only ones in there and no one can see past the window.”
“Oh, why would we be meeting there?” Lily asked, even though she had done a lot of changing she was still borderline innocent and quite naïve. She was good at pretending to be the ideal Christian girl in front of adults and some youth, but the kids her age were beginning to see her true colors. Tristan knew this and in his own way he tried to protect her by being more secretive about there… uh “relationship”.
“Well, I was thinking I could show you a few mmm, techniques we could use when we “play”.” “Why does it always sound like something dirty when you say “play”? Lily was sort of teasing but at the same time a tad curious.
“Because it is dirty just like the way you run your hands over my jeans like your going to do something and then don’t.”
“Hey now, you know I’m only teasing, we never have the time for that sort of thing anyway.”
“Just admit it Lily, you’re a tease, and you won’t ever act on your seductive side.” The way he said that made Lily feel less than good. She now had to prove that she could do more than make out in a bath room. She would go to his place right now.
“Fine, considering I’m at mom’s job and I can walk to your house we’ll see how much a tease I am, forget waiting till Sabbath you can show me now.”
“What? Your kidding right…you don’t have the guts for that.” Tristan was dismayed she’d never said anything that bold but he still had to taunt her. He thought she wouldn’t come but then she said, “I’m going to ask my mom and then I’ll be right over.” Click. She hung up on him. Tristan sat there for a second half shocked and half excited. What if s he really came over? There were so many things he could convince her to do. Oh man he couldn’t wait.

When Lily asked her mom if she could “go for a walk” Mrs. Tyler had agreed and even urged her to do. Lily had been quite lazy lately so her sudden inspiration for exercise was welcomed, when it should have been suspicious. Lily had said thank you and kissed her mom then ran out. Calling Tristan only to tell him she was on her way and then hung up again. She jogged most of the way to his apartment. He did live with his mom but she worked pretty much all day and into the night sometimes, the house would be adult free. She was wearing a pair of khaki shorts, black tank top, and converse sneakers, clothes that are very easy to get out of.
Lily finally made it to his apartment and knocked on the door. It was quiet and then she heard movement. She waited a little longer and knocked again, the door flew open. There stood Tristan, shirtless with baggy jean shorts on. He was very handsome; it was obvious that he worked out. She stood there and stared at the long span of his chest and shoulders and then gazed into his face. It was filled with shock and lust.
“Well are you going to let me in?” Lily said quietly still looking into those eyes that weren’t at all easy to read.
“Oh yea, duh.” He said and opened the door a little wider. She walked in and took off her shoes and then followed him to his room. He sat on his bed and she sat next to him, not to close but just enough to be halfway comfortable. She was starting to have second thoughts about going to his house, into his room, into what they were destined to be doing.

He watched her; she looked uncomfortable like she didn’t like the idea anymore. She sat there and looked at all his stuff. This was the first time she’d ever been in his house, so at least that made since. Her cloths were fitted, her curves showing through in all areas. Her thighs were well rounded, shapely, and her posture showed off quite a bit of cleavage. Her hair was hanging down her back, wavy and a little tousled. Had she been running or something? Even her breathing was a little harsh. Her mouth was full and slightly open, letting in more air, her eyes were down but he could still see the browns in her eyes and the odd clarity in her gaze. She had piercing eyes. Beautiful described her well.
“Are you okay?” he asked trying to break the silence. Her breathing had quieted.
“Yes, I’m fine. So what now?” she asked starting to tease him again.
“Oh, um well I haven’t completely decided yet.” It was the truth he hadn’t decided but now he really needed to think. He knew plenty of things he wanted to do but hadn’t the slightest clue what she’d be in to. He watched her move slightly closer to him, not enough for it to be an invitation but just enough to be more comfortable. Tristan watched her and then leaned over and kissed her. That was definitely one way to melt the ice. There wasn’t any shock in her response but there was a shyness that said she was not sure of herself. She kissed him back slowly, languid.

“What are you doing?! This is insane! Where has your common sense gone! Idiot!” Lily’s mind was screaming at her but she couldn’t stop, she could almost ignore her conscious at this point. Tristan had moved them so he was leaning over her and she was lying on the bed. All the shyness and reserve she’d had was now washed away in a flood of lust. She wasn’t thinking about the after effects or even how she’d feel. She was only in the exact moment. Tristan moved his mouth from hers and was now kissing her neck and shoulder, still moving lower. She stopped him, having a slight moment of clarity she started to sit up, but he stopped her, forcing her to lie back down. “Its okay, relax” he whispered, his breath caressing her neck. “Lily you need to get up right now.” Her mind said to her, it was stern, forceful, but she was already losing her will.
His hands slid between the materials of her shirt, and pressed against her skin. He was warm and inviting, like there was no harm. He kissed her softly before removing the tank top completely. He sat back a little and just looked at her. A slight smirk playing on his face, he moved his hand towards her bra strap, but then stopped. He climbed off his bed and went to his dresser. Opening the bottom drawer he pulled out a small package. She knew what it was but didn’t have the urge to say no. To tell him things had gone as far as they were going. She was covered in want, and no sane thoughts flowed to her mind.

Twenty minutes later he got up. Lily just lay there, naked; she hadn’t even noticed when the rest of her cloths had gone. The actual experience had been, well okay. Nothing like what she’d expected. Once she’d been told it would be amazing like nothing you’ve ever felt, she’d also been told it would hurt. It hadn’t, not really anyway. There was only a dull ache in her stomach but nothing painful. The experience wasn’t something exactly amazing but at the same time it had felt, well good. She sat up, looked around see if he’d be coming back in the room anytime soon. She grabbed her shorts and slipped them on, then her bra. He walked in, wearing his shorts but still no shirt. He had a smirk on his face. It made Lily feel weird, like if his ego had sky rocketed. He walked over to her and kissed her again. “What’d you think?” he said, still very close to her, not backing up.
“Um, it was interesting.” She said, not knowing really how to explain what she’d felt. He looked hurt for a second like, as if that skyscraper ego was crashing down, but that only lasted a second.
“Well the first time isn’t always that great, the second time gets better but the third and forth are the best.” He said, he was speaking like it was going to happen a lot more.
“Well uh, that’s good I guess.” She didn’t really know if she wanted to do it again. “I should probably be getting back; mom might start wondering where I went.” Tristan just stared at her, his look becoming concerned.
“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” the worry was really apparent.
“Yeah I’m fine, I mean it doesn’t hurt, really just feels weird. And uh yea I’m fine.” She had tried for the light tone but now that she was standing the dull ache felt a little more painful. Tristan continued to look at her, not wanting to let her go. “I’m fine.” She said, her voice was a little harsh. He released her arms and took a step back. “Okay if you say so.” He watched as she put on her shirt and shoes. When she stood back up there was tears in her eyes, as if she wanted to cry but wouldn’t. She went to him and hugged him. He rubbed her back; she leaned away from him and left, now all that was left was his thoughts.


Chapter 8
“Happiness in the mist of Regret”


For the past eight months Lily hadn’t cared what anyone thought of her, she had been bold and fierce. No one had the nerve to say anything to her face, which meant all the gossip was behind her back. She hadn’t realized how despised she’d become until after her day with Tristan. It’d been two months since that day, she didn’t see as much of him anymore. She felt horrible about what they had done and had the odd sickening feeling that no matter how much precaution they had taken, she could still end up with a kid. Tristan had tried telling her that it was impossible but Lily still couldn’t shake the feeling. She knew her parents would kill her if she did end up pregnant so it was a looming bolder of stress over her head.
Since being with Tristan she had moped around and counted the days till her period. Everyday was harder than the last and when her period was three days late she nearly died of self induced stress. She had never been happy for mother natures “gift” but the day it came she nearly cried she was so happy.
After the cloud had been lifted, Lily started back into her old form of mischievousness, except now she knew how people really saw her. She knew that some of the people she had considered friend and confidants had been lying about her and spreading most of the gossip. It was shocking how people had been saying she was sleeping around with nearly every guy she knew, doing drugs and had become a party addict. Those things were so far from the truth it wasn’t even fathomable. She’d gone to one party in the last five months and had only been talking to Tristan. Drugs were the most far out since everyone knew she swore those off way before she even had the slightest clue about the real harms of them, and once she knew there effects she was die hard against them.
Tristan continued