End Of The Innocence

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Her tiny body moved gracefully over the balance beam, stretching and bending, forming long beautiful lines as muscles strained beneath her form-hugging leotard; her dark hair was pulled back in a neat ponytail, away from a face stern with concentration, but one that broke into a loving smile when she saw him enter and pause in the doorway to stare at her:

"Tommy!"

"Hey, Princess."

Kimberly Hart leapt easily from the beam, nearly skipping over to her handsome boyfriend before throwing her arms around his neck and placing a cheerful kiss on his lips; Tommy Oliver grinned, slipping his hands around her small waist and running them up her back, slightly wet from the sweat during her practice. His breath caught in his throat and her scent surrounded him, her lips so temptingly close to his, parted ever-so-slightly and invited him further . . .

"You looked great," he murmured, "you're really gonna blow everyone away at those Games."

Her smile vanished momentarily, something flickering behind her eyes. "Thanks," she said, still keeping her voice light, "I hope so . . . "

There was no way he could know a girl for two years, and date her for the majority of that time, and not be able to recognize when something was bothering her. Tommy frowned. "You okay? You don't sound so happy about all this." He watched her carefully as she struggled to put a smile back on her face, and for a second he wondered if those were tears he saw glistening in her eyes---

"I'm fine," she said, "just . . . " she sighed discontentedly, shifting her weight and suddenly hugging herself protectively. "Let me get dressed . . . I-I'd like to go for a walk. Okay?"

"Yeah, sure." Tommy raised a hand and brushed it gently on her cheek. "I'm gonna buy a drink, I'll be waiting."

She nodded, brushing by him to grab her towel, then hurrying out of the room, leaving him confused, wondering what was so suddenly bothering her; he tried to shrug it off as he walked up the couple steps to the juice bar, ordering a drink from Ernie and seating himself at the counter. He rested an elbow on it, gazing in the direction he had seen the agile gymnast leave, he hadn't failed to notice how she stiffened at the mention of the Pan Globals, her smile fading and her eyes becoming mysteriously moist . . . probably just nerves, he concluded, who wouldn't be nervous about something as big as that?

In just a few minutes, Kimberly walked back in, now clad in a short sundress with a flowery, pink pattern that made Tommy smile as soon as he saw it. Such a girl. "Looking beautiful as ever," he said, softly, as she neared him. "Now, where do you wanna go?"

Kimberly paused for a moment, glancing at the clock on the wall before answering: "The park is usually deserted this time in the evening, and I'd like to be alone."

"All right then." He slipped off the booth and took her hand . . . protectively, and somewhat possessively.

They walked out of the youth center hand-in-hand, remaing silent for the most part as they made their way down the sidewalks and into Angel Grove Park, now quiet and peaceful as the sun set and most families returned to their homes; they went on for a few minutes, simply enjoying the sounds of nature and each other's presence, before Tommy finally broke
their silence:

"Something's bothering you."

Kimberly jumped slightly, startled at the sudden sound. "Yeah . . . " she admitted, slowly. But didn't seem willing to give anything more.

So Tommy pressed. "You wanna talk about it?" he asked, "'cause you know . . . after tonight, we really won't get to talk that often. And I don't want you to have to hold it in."

"I know, Tommy." She pressed her lips together. "It's just that I'm . . . nervous, I guess."

"Well, that's understandable!" he laughed slightly, "I mean, this is a huge step for you." He took both her hands and pulled her around to face him, locking gazes. "But you're an awesome athlete, Kim, you'll do great. We're all really proud."

"It isn't that," Kimberly said, quietly, "I mean, yeah, I'm kinda' nervous about the training . . . and the Games. But I love gymnastics, so I'm doing this more for my own fun than worrying about medals." She hesitated, then suddenly pressed herself close to him again, closing her eyes as her cheek rested on his shoulder. "I'm gonna miss you, Tommy."

"I'm gonna miss you, too," he whispered, "more than I can say."

"D-Don't forget me, okay?" her voice was unsteady.

"Never could." He pushed her back reluctantly so he could look at her again. "I-I love you, Kimberly."

She breathed in sharply, holding it for a moment before standing up on tiptoe to kiss him gently, her fingertips just grazing his neck, her voice soft in his ear: "I love you, too, Tommy. I always have." They fell silent again for a few moments, then Kimberly spoke again: "Um . . . no one's home tonight. You could come over if you want."

'She only means to visit, don't get all excited. It makes sense that she wouldn't want to be alone'. "Yeah, of course," he said, "I'd like to spend as much time as I can with you."

She smiled warmly, placing her hand on the small of his back and kissing him again, but this time it was different, for she parted his lips and ran her tongue over them before entering his mouth, nipping at him playfully; he felt his stomach tighten and an odd prickling at the bottom of his back, following by the unmistakable sudden snug fit of his pants. "Kim," he gasped.

"Come on," she said, quickly, "let's get out of here."

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The house was dark, almost lonesome feeling, when they entered it side-by-side; Kimberly flipped on the main light, and instantly the room was revealed, a warm setting with deep red curtains, and fully-prepared table in a small kitchen. She walked ahead, going into the cupboards to find some glasses while Tommy stood still, looking around in awe; the house wasn't exactly wealthy, but it was well-kept, and surprisingly welcoming.

"Hmm . . . " Kimberly held up two bottles. "White or red grape juice?"

Tommy smiled. "White."

She rolled her eyes, but smiled as well. "Of course, white."

He walked into the kitchen and came to stand next to her, leaning over and brushing his lips across the back of her neck, pleased when he heard her sharp intake of breath and felt her stiffen at his touch, then relax. "So . . . what'd you have in mind for tonight?" he asked, his voice hinting at his own desires.

"Well, we could have a little dinner---" she shrugged her shoulder, looking up at him "---hang out. Maybe watch a movie."

He kissed her slowly, tentatively, but she returned it with more fervor than ever before, pressing her lips firmly to his; he braced his hands on the counter she leaned against as she slipped her arms around him and ran her hands over his body, suddenly engulfed in fire, or so it seemed to him. He gasped. "Kim---are y-you . . . ?"

"I want this to be a night we'll never forget," Kimberly murmured, "something to . . . remember me by."

"I don't need this . . . " he gestured awkwardly " . . . to remember you. You know that."

"I just . . . I want it, Tommy." She lowered her gaze, then looked up at him from beneath thick lashes. "We've been together for awhile now, and I trust you more than anyone . . . I-I think it's time. I'm ready."

"You sure?"

"Yes . . . positive."

He kissed her again, no longer shy, but passionately and hungrily; in one fluid motion, he placed his arms around her and scooped her into the air, holding her easily in his powerful arms as they continued to kiss. Neither were fully aware of their actions as he carried her out of the kitchen and down the hallway, to her bedroom . . . he slammed the door shut with his foot once they were inside, setting her down, pressing his hands to the back of her neck and suddenly kissing her cheeks, her jaw, making her moan. They stumbled to her bed, both clumsy in their own innocence . . .

Tommy lowered her onto the bed as gently as he could, his own desire growing stronger and making it harder for him to move slowly, he was breathing hard, the hardness inside his pants was almost painful; but still, his hands trembled with painstakingly slow movement as he went to untie the back of her dress. Kimberly whimpered softly, pushing herself up on her elbows and kissing his neck, sucking on it till he groaned with pleasure and brought himself down on top of her, covering her mouth with his; his tongue forced it's way into her mouth, playing with her own, teasingly, longingly.

The dress came loose and began to slide, Tommy found the straps and pulled them the rest of the way down, over her milky white shoulders so toned from her athletic hobby, so tempting . . . without thinking, he leaned over and began to suck on one of them, nibbling at it, then biting harder, pleased when he heard her moan loudly.

Her hands were running up the back of his legs, to his firm butt, squeezing it for a moment before finding the edge of his shirt and pulling it up over his head; he turned his attention back to her dress, pulling it down even further till he could see the form-fitting bras she wore, covering two well-rounded breasts, but not the hardened nipples beneath them. He caught his breath, tracing one with the tip of his finger before moving closer and unsnapping it, the bra fell away . . . her breasts were inches from his face, her nipples sticking up, hard to the touch. And touch he did.

Kimberly gasped when he brought his mouth down and covered her nipple with it, for a moment just playing with it, his tongue dancing in and out of his mouth and onto her; then he bit down on it, almost painfully, but she only found herself longing for more. He sucked on it for a moment, not nearly long enough, before tearing himself away and---finally---pulling the dress down below her hips; his eyes lingered on the bikini underwear she wore, a pale pink, high cut on the legs and far below her belly button. Which seemed to perk his interest, as well. He kissed her navel, then just below, sucking and licking her hip bones, causing her to squirm, before moving further down and hooking his thumbs underneath her panties.

"Tommy . . . " she whispered, her vision blurring.

He grunted, pausing for a moment, but when no objection came, he slid the underwear down; Kimberly finally found his belt, ripping it from his pants before scrambling for his zipper and pulling it down. He crawled onto the bed with her, scooting them up further to the head as she continued to try to remove his clothes, at last, she grabbed onto the pants and yanked them down around his knees, he removed them the rest of the way; then brought his own hands up to slide his boxers down, tossing them aside carelessly.

Kimberly's gaze shifted from his face down to his muscular torso, his abs well-defined and skin tanned . . . then down to the only area she'd never seen on him before . . . her eyes widened slightly when she saw him, long and full, hard with lust. Her trembling finger slid down the middle of his chest, to his pelvis, then ran down the length of him, smiling when he jerked suddenly; his own hands now raised and found her breasts, cupping them as he came down to kiss them again.

"Y-You have condoms . . . right?" he gasped.

"Yes," she barely breathed, "th-the drawer."

He looked away and saw the nightstand next to her bed. One look into the top drawer and he saw the small package sitting on top of her clothes . . . she had definitely been planning this encounter; he grinned, snatching them and rolling onto his back as he opened them, but Kimberly's hand stopped him---

"What's the matter?" he asked, suddenly worried, "y-you having second thoughts?"

"No," Kimberly replied with a smile, "let me put it on . . . " she took the condom out, staring at it for a moment before sticking her finger up one side, pushing on it till she saw it roll. "This way?"

Tommy flushed. "Um . . . yeah, I guess."

She nodded, unrolling it partially before straddling his legs, giving him the most tantalizing view of her body, already covered in a mist of sweat; he gasped harshly as she rolled the condom onto him, her hands shaking, her eyes fixed on him, flashing with her own passion. She rolled it down to around his balls, then fingered them playfully, still smiling . . . Tommy wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her down on top of him, pressing his lips to her's and parting them forcefully, she moaned, but not from protest . . . surrender. Their tongues met, batting at each other curiously before he left her mouth to suck on her neck again, this time moving up to her ear and nibbling at the earlobe, breathing hot air against it.

"Top or bottom?" he asked, his voice hoarse.

"Bottom . . . I-I'm not really sure what to do."

He didn't want to admit neither did he. So he rolled her over, now gazing down at her face, one that suddenly looked so different than the girl he had dated for the past two years . . . so womanly and feminine, and wanting him so bad. He kissed her again, running his fingers down her stomach and her hips, finding her already warm and wet; as she sighed, he gently slid one finger into her, moving around inside her, exploring and watching her reaction to each movement. Slowly, he increased his pace, then hesitantly put another finger inside her, she arched her back slightly, bringing her knees up and squeezing his sides.

"Tommy . . . that feels so good!"

He breathed a quiet sigh of relief. "Umm . . . " he muttered. Nervously, he flipped his fingers around inside her so they were facing up, then curled them slightly, pressing against her inner wall till she gasped aloud, letting out a small cry; he paused, his eyes wide, scared.

But she only smiled. "No, no . . . I'm okay," she whispered, "that just felt so . . . " there were no words.

And he understood. Now reassured, he continued pressing, sliding, moving faster and harder as she responded alike, her hips rising and falling in the same motion; her brow knitted in what looked like confusion for a moment, then her mouth opened in a silent cry, her eyes filling with tears as her body tensed up and froze. It lasted a mere moment before she came back down, panting, staring at him with wide, wondering eyes.

"I-I think . . . " her voice trailed off.

"You came," Tommy whispered.

"Yeah." She tried to look down as he removed his fingers, instantly missing his presence. "Am I . . . bleeding?"

"No." He smiled. "I've heard about it happening to girls in other ways . . . like, a tampon or something."

"Ohh . . . " she smiled, too. "Well, that's good, I guess."

"Uh, yeah." He chewed on his lower lip. "Are y-you ready?"

For a second, she seemed unsure, as if she'd forgotten why they'd gone upstairs in the first place, but when she spoke, there was no waver in her voice: "Yes."

Tenderly, but urgently, Tommy pushed her knees up higher so he lay between her legs comfortingly, his tip grazing her in just the right spot, she shuddered, already building up for another climax; he held himself still and looked down so he could see, his tip was pressed against her, and slowly he slid it inside. She gasped, surprised at the sudden pain of her body stretching around him, her hands gripped the sheets, she closed her eyes, suddenly aware that through the pain, was an intense pleasure as well . . . ever-so-gently, Tommy pushed himself even deeper inside her, though the hesitancy was grinding at him. Once he was a good three inches inside, he began to move his hips atop her's, awkwardly at first, but more encouraged when he saw the obvious pleasure on her face.

"Oh my god . . . " she murmured.

He pulled himself out slightly, then thrust back inside her with more force than the last time, even deeper; Kimberly realized
the pain was fading fast, now replaced by a feeling she couldn't describe even to herself, unlike anything ever before. "I-Is this good?" Tommy asked, nervously.

"Yes . . . so good . . . "

And so he continued. Pulling out once again and thrusting in, deeper and harder, at last feeling his tip reach her cervix and come to stop inside her; he paused for a moment, unsure how to continue, hoping his body would lead him on instinct. He circled around inside her, and her hips pressed against the mattress, then came back up; she moaned, the sound echoing slightly, he ran his fingers through her loose hair, kissing her again, certain he could feel the sparks.

Her hands left the sheets and slid across him to his back, as he quickened his pace, her fingernails clawed against him slightly, but the small pain only excited him more; she brought her legs up, crossing her ankles around his hips and pressing against him, forcing him to go even deeper. Certain now that things were going just as they should, he thrust as deeply as he could, her own cry meshing with his intense groan; suddenly, her eyes squeezed shut and a tear slid out from one of them, her lips parted, she cried out and dug her nails into his shoulders, her body shaking through her second orgasm.

Tommy felt his own drawing nearer, spurred on by watching her's, with more urgency than ever, he thrust deep and hard, quickly; his mouth fell open as he felt himself stiffen, pressed against her walls as he released his seed into the condom. It lasted forever, but only a second. And after only a moment, he fell atop her, her face pressed into her sweat-covered breasts, his breaths coming out in short gasps . . . Kimberly moaned contentedly, her unsteady hands leaving his back to give his butt one last squeeze before coming up to cupp his face and force him to look down at her. They kissed. Slowly and gently. Knowing they had shared more than they would ever share with anyone else, no matter what came in the future.

Tommy slid out of her slowly, and Kimberly winced at the feeling of him leaving her, once he was out, she reached across the bed to her table and grabbed the box of baby wipes she had set there, retrieving one and beginning to wipe herself down, surprised by the hot wetness she found; Tommy removed the condom and tossed it into the trash, taking one of the wipes for himself and running it over his fingers, smiling when even after her scent still lingered on him. Then he gently pushed her back down onto the pillows and sheets, laying down at her side, pulling her close to him; she clung to him, her body still trembling, her eyes still teary.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

She nodded quickly. "I'm fine . . . " she pressed her lips together. "I love you, Tommy."

"I love you, Princess." He placed a kiss on her hot forehead, then her cheek, and her lips again. "Th-thank you."

"Mm-hm . . . " her eyelids were drooping.

He slipped an arm under her, drawing her even nearer to him and her face against his bare shoulder, he listened as he breaths steadied and grew slower, and her eyes closed in sleep; he lay still, tired but awake, reliving the moment over and over again. She would be leaving in the morning, and although he hated to admit it, neither one of them knew what would become of their relationship when put to such a test . . . he would always love her though, just as she would always love him, and no matter who they would share their lives with in the future, they would never again give someone else what they had given each other that night . . .


*Lay your head back on the ground
And let your hair spill all around you
Offer up your best defense
This is the end . . .
This is the end . . .
Of the innocence*