1 CHAPTER ONE - Deflowered

Tuesday. June 30th. 2009

Pontiac. Michigan.

It's been months since I've last got high. Finding weed for a high school sophomore was hard, especially in 2009. My best friend, Kendryck Bender, found a nearby dealer named Nick through his cousin. That's how I was introduced to the drug. I didn't get high the first time, but I was excited to try again since Nick said that's usual. On a random Saturday in the middle of June, Kendryck and I had plans to go to Nick's house for a score.

The ride to Kendryck's wasn't far from my house. I lived in a massive white house on Franklin Boulevard off South Huron Street. I had to cross that road and State Street adjacent to it to get to Porter Street. His house was white like mine but much smaller, shaped like a box with an angular top. Odd looking, there's a staircase that leads to his parent's room on the covered, front porch. I drop my bike on his yard and sprint up the deck. At the door, I knock and wait for him to answer. Instead, his mom, Charlie, answers the door.

She's a beautiful lady, her chocolate skin glistens under the sunlight. Polished, face caked with makeup even though she wore a robe. Her teeth are pearly white, she flashes them when she smiles. "Hi, Vehren, how are you?"

"Good. Is Kendryck home?"

"He is, and he will be for a while." Her hand props on her hip. "He's grounded."

I frown. "What happened?"

"He punched his sister in the face. Can you believe it?" She scoffs. "He will not be leaving the house or talking on the phone for a month."

I lower my eyes to think of a lie. "Can I see him really quick? He owes me money."

"Of course he does." Charlie's dark curls smack her face when she twirls around to call for her son. She smiles at me and disappears in the living room. Kendryck comes down the stairs in fresh kicks and clothes. He's got dark skin, almond eyes, and short cornrows to his neck. Once he sees me, his face lights up.

"What's up, Vee?"

My frown remains. "What do you mean? We had plans today? Why'd you go and punch your sister?"

"She wouldn't stop bothering me, man. It was an accident, anyways. I didn't mean to hit her that hard."

"What're we gonna do?"

"We're gonna have to cancel."

My jaw drops. "Fuck that. Give me the money." I lower my voice, "I'll go get it."

Kendryck cocks his brow. "You sure you wanna go alone?"

I shrug. "I don't care."

"Okay." Kendryck goes to get the money. He comes back with the cash, counting it before handing it to me. "Save some for me."

"Gotcha." I go for my bike and ride down State Street. I ride up Elizabeth Road, remembering the route Kendryck and I took. Nick's house was down the street from a church. It's green and on the corner. My legs were tired, but the trip was worth it if it meant I was going to actually get high.

Up the steps, I knock twice on the door and wait. A Black, alpha male opens the door, the spikes of his corse, dark hair nearly touches the ledge from his height. He stares at me for a second, then looks around. "Where's Kendryck?"

"He's not coming."

"Why?"

"He's grounded." I pick the money from my pocket and show it to Nick. "I have the money."

"I won't say no to that. Come in." Nick goes inside and I follow him to the kitchen. There's pounds of green on the island, he was packing them into bags when I arrived. "How much do you have?"

"Fifty." I hand him the money.

He takes it and tosses me a couple small bags. "Nice doing business with ya..." Nick has to think for a second. "What's your name?"

"Vehren."

"Right. How could I forget a name like that?" Nick chuckles. "How's school for ya?"

I shrugs, thumbs massaging the green buds. "It's okay, I guess. I finally got on honor roll."

"Good for you. How old are you again?"

"Fifteen."

"Nice." Nick nods. He starts to walk into the living room. "Do you want to smoke?"

"Sure." I trail behind him, putting the weed in my pocket and sitting on the couch. Nick joins me, in front of us is a glossy red bong. There's a short silence as Nick packs the bowl.

"Is this your parents' place?"

"Yeah. They're away on honeymoon right now. I'm just house sitting." He hands me the bong. "This is your second time, right?"

"Yeah." I take the bong and place my lips on the mouth. He lights the weed for me, the fruity smoke stings my throat. I end up coughing hard, for a minute it was difficult to breath. "Fuck."

"You okay?"

The high was settling in quickly. Heat warms my cheeks and chest. My eyes fall and I'm zoned out for what felt like a while. When I come to, I look at Nick. "What?"

"Are you okay?"

"Fine now." I chuckle. My arms stretch, I can feel numbness through my fingers. "It feels good."

"Forbidden Fruit. That's the name of the strain. It's an indica, so you should feel relaxed."

My eyes fall over to a photograph of him posing in a football uniform. "You played football?"

"I still play. I'm a linebacker." Nick smiles. "I have a scholarship at Walsh College."

I pop my brow at him. "Cool. I hope I get a scholarship to University of Michigan."

"A blue and yellow boy. I prefer green."

"Wolverines are better."

"So you say." Nick takes the bong and rips a hit. We pass the bong back and forth until our eyes were glazed red. Nick got comfortable next to me, his hand nearly touched my shoulder. I didn't mind, in fact I enjoyed the warmth of his body. "Do you like boys, Vehren?"

I shot my head to him. "Where did you get that idea?"

"I can smell it on you."

"Not all omega boys are gay."

"But you are, aren't you?"

I shrug, eyes lowering to the carpet. "I don't know." I tilt my head, stark black bangs dangling to the side. "Are you?"

"I am." Nick says confidently.

My brows lift. "Oh..."

Nick looks at my lips. "I'm guessing you've never kisses a boy."

"No." I shake my head. "I haven't."

"Do you want to?"

I break away from Nick's hard gaze, watching my leg bounce slightly. "Yes..." The word drags from my lips. "Maybe just to try it."

"You'll love it." Nick comes close, touching the back of my neck. He forces me closer, kissing me deeply. There were no violins, no fireworks, but there was electricity. Something sparked inside of me that I've never felt before. My legs squeeze together the deeper Nick goes. Once he adds tongue, I can't help but moan into his mouth. Nick pulls back, brushing my short hairs. "Your lips are so soft."

I open my eyes slowly, attempting to slow my racing heartrate. "Thanks."

"You're a virgin, too?" Nick looks down.

"Yep." My hands press into my crotch.

"Let me be your first." Nick touches my thigh, dragging his hand up and removing mine. "I'll be gentle." He rests on top of my zipper.

I swallow. For a moment, I think about all the porn that I've watched. How pleasurable it looks. Watching excites me in a way that winning a football game couldn't achieve. "Please be gentle." I say softly.

"I will be, baby." Nick kisses me again, this time massaging between my legs. "Suck me off, first." He commands. I don't hesitate to get on the ground. I kneel before Nick, spreading his legs for him. I unbuckles his pants and pull them down. His penis is big, at least through the outline. I stare, he's hard and thick, much bigger than mine. "Do you know what to do?"

"Yeah." I unfold his underwear band and release the beast. Sucking him off was harder than I thought. After a short while, my jaw started to hurt. Nick noticed and brought my head up for another kiss. We'll kiss a few more times before Nick eventually guides me to the bedroom. Behind the shut door, he'll strip me down and get me on all fours. For the next twenty minutes, I was in a pain I never could've imagine.

A sharp, muscle-tensing pain that subsided eventually. My muscles would relax with the help of forbidden fruit and a lot of lube. The embarrassment of being exposed would go away as well. I began to enjoy the idea of being completely naked, especially in front of someone else whose naked. By the end, I was smiling. My body felt numb from the paralyzing orgasm. Nick was nice enough to carefully finger me until completion, an action I would repeat in my head.

Nick slapped my sore ass when I left the house. He said, "I'll see you again, baby," before shutting the door. Riding home on the bike was difficult, the soreness extended to my thighs. When I got home, I took a shit that changed my life. I ended up staring at the wall, reliving the memories over and over again. A smile crosses my face despite the pain.