Condemned by Christopher Renna (best biographies to read txt) 📗

of his tight body pressed against hers. It was nice to be in the strong arms of a man. Although, referring to Conner as a man seemed premature. Officially being considered an adult at eighteen didn't mean a boy was instantly a man. And at eighteen herself, she felt more like a girl than a woman.

Lying in bed, enveloped in Conner's arms, his touch made her feel more mature. In the past, his gentle caressing of her skin and fondling of her breasts had made her feel womanly. But when he slipped his fingers into the waistband of her jeans, she tensed and reverted to an inexperienced teenaged girl. He was crossing a boundary they'd not stepped foot on before. Her internal alarm instantly sounded, but she had told herself she was going to go with the flow, that she was going to follow her intuition. So she relaxed and allowed him to test her limits.

Then she heard Adam's and Kayla's grunts and moans in the next room. A muffled thud repeated, paused, then returned. She assumed it was Adam's bed banging against the wall, and she felt embarrassed.

She tried looking into Conner's eyes, but at that point he was more focused on kissing her neck and working his way to her chest. All the while, his hand had slipped further into her jeans. When he gently applied pressure with his fingertips, she nearly gasped.

Surprised and excited by Hailey's readiness, Conner pressed his body firmly against hers. In response, her body stiffened and then relaxed again as she clutched his shoulders.

"Are you okay?" he asked, withdrawing his hand from her jeans and fixing his eyes on hers. "I know you're nervous."

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"Are you sure you wanna do this?"

She glanced to the side. "Can you close the door, please?"

Conner jumped to his feet and swiftly closed the door. Returning to the bed, he removed his shirt. "You want me to take your clothes off?"

"Okay."

On the bed again, he pulled her shirt over her head and then unbuttoned her jeans. As he tugged on the denim, she wiggled her way out with a smile. Now that she was clothed only in her underwear, Conner stepped out of his jeans and then hooked his fingers into his boxer briefs. Naked and semi-erect, he situated himself on the bed and lowered his head between her thighs.

"Wait," she said, breathing heavily. "Do you have a condom?"

He chuckled. "I wanted to get you ready first."

"But you have one, right?"

"Hold on."

Conner rushed out of the room to Adam's bedroom. Unfazed, Adam glanced at Conner and then returned his attention to Kayla.

"Hey, I need a condom."

"In my desk."

Once Conner found what he was looking for, he hurried out of the room. In the hall, the security light outside the far window cast a bright beam through the curtain as Conner returned to Hailey.

She was slightly shocked that Conner had raced out of the room naked. But then she considered how close Adam and Conner were, and it didn't seem so odd. But then again, the thought of him walking into the room where Adam and Kayla were having sex and asking Adam for a condom and Kayla seeing Conner naked . . . the whole scene embarrassed her. Now Kayla knew that Hailey was about to lose her virginity.

As Conner approached the bed, she admired his beautiful face and his pretty eyes. She appreciated his muscular body. But his long, hard penis bobbing as he walked seemed menacing and repulsive.

She recalled how Conner's penis had felt both hard and soft in her hand. And she remembered Jasmine telling her that it hurt but also felt good while losing her virginity. Hailey was both scared and excited at that very moment.

She closed her eyes when Conner slipped off her underwear. His hands gently caressed her thighs as he spread her legs. As she looked upward, a nearby security light outside lit a portion of the ceiling. She stared at the yellow-edged white square of light and her mind instantly worried that God was looking down at her, judging her. She wondered if her deceased grandmother monitored the scene taking place in the bedroom with disappointment.

I haven't shaved my legs in two days! Am I supposed to move my hips? Do I just lie here and let him do his thing? He's kissing me down there, and it feels good . . . I should just enjoy it. Should I touch him? Stop it, Hailey. You're overthinking it. Just relax.

When she glanced down at Conner's head, she noticed a tall, dark shape in the corner of the room. A shadowy mass without discernible features. And she detected gloom and darkness. And for some reason, she believed it was mocking her. When it moved, she shrieked.

Conner tightened his grip on her hips, and she felt his tongue.

The room darkened as what little light in the room disappeared. But the shadow, darkest still, remained in the corner.

"Wait. Stop!" She yanked Conner's hair. "There's someone in the room."

He lifted his head, confusion painted on his face. "What?"

She pointed. "In the corner. There's someone—"

There was a forceful pounding on the door.

Hailey flinched with a gasp and scooted closer to the headboard.

The forceful pounding returned, and then the door cracked open. "Whoever's in there, stop what you're doing and get out here."

Conner's expression contorted into wide-eyed surprise. "That's Adam's dad."

"What!" She burst into tears. The fact that someone other than Conner and her friends knew what was taking place in the bedroom horrified her. Her nervousness and excitement instantaneously turned to shame. "He knows what we were doing in here."

"Calm down." Conner hastily put his jeans on. "Yeah, this is embarrassing. But he can't ground us or anything."

"What if he tells my parents?" she cried.

He kissed her and wiped the tears from her cheeks, then he helped her dress. Once she was on her feet, he embraced her. "It's okay. Don't be embarrassed. Let's go get our lecture over with."

"I don't want a lecture. I don't want to