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[savannah wilson]

JULY 31ST, 2008    There was something so electrifying about this boy. There was something magnetic -- the type of connection that thrilled every fiber of her being. His touches had the slightest effect on this tiny blond girl. His rugged looks thrilled her to no end. His rough hands on her soft skin sent goosebumps up and down her spine. His kisses poked at every nerve in her body -- the feeling of being so close to him excited her. She was in a mode of pure bliss, and she thought that nothing in the world could ever get better than this. That no man could ever compete to the thrills that Freddie Wilson gave her. They weren't dating -- not yet, but the moments they had together were just perfect.    Just a few hours before, Savannah had been in town, hanging out with her friends. The summer was about to come to a close and they would begin the final chapter of their high school career. Savannah would hopefully be heading off to UT next fall to study Art History, with hopes of working at a museum the next summer. Art had always been a huge part of her life, ever since she was little, she always had art to fall back on. She had finally settled into her new life in Pegram and had caught the eye of Freddie Wilson, who months before was in a committed relationship with Claire van Buren. But somehow, this boy had eyes on Savannah now. And just as Sav had exited the coffee shop, she received a text from this boy asking to bring over a swimsuit. And just like that, she was off to have a summer romance with the boy of her dreams. "I NEED YOU CLOSER..."    The rain had brought them into the passenger seat of his red truck -- a staple item of Freddie Wilson. She had plopped herself down, straddling his lap with her long legs. Her hair had been tousled from the rain and his hands, causing it to fall all over place. Her white shirt was hanging off her shoulders, exposing the black string bikini she was wearing underneath. Lips begin colliding -- kisses are exchanged in a heavy pace, aching for more of each other. Savannah's blue painted nails find the back of his hair, running the length of his back to pull him even closer to her. The blonde's head falls backwards, moans of pleasure emitting from her mouth. Freddie's kissing the length of her neck, causing the hairs to stand up on her back. This truly couldn't get better if they tried. "DON'T STOP, FREDDIE. PLEASE DON'T STOP..." _____________________________________ NOTES: I'm glad we're finally doing this..hopefully it doesn't suck!

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Desperation clung to him the same way a thin coat of sweat had latched onto his skin since the beginning of summer. For the first time in far too long, Freddie wasn't overthinking every move he made. It was hard to make a case for him thinking at all, but he didn't care. He liked this --- not caring, not worrying about repercussions, not thinking about what anyone else was thinking or doing, not thinking about anyone else at all. It was just him and her. Another girl he had run dragged into his summer of seeking bandage after bandage to heal the heartache he couldn't seem to shake. Unlike the others, she didn't seem to be frightened off, she didn't run away when he saw the disconnected look in his eyes or press for flowers and dates. Any other time, it would have been automatic, but for now, he was looking for something else. Some measure of silent comfort that he hadn't found anywhere else.    His movements come naturally, automatic, his brain is running on autopilot. It's only when she speaks that he's forced to formulate words instead sounding like a brutish caveman. "I didn't invite you over for this," he felt the need to assure her, that even as his fingers were pressing into the flesh just above her hips, that he hadn't planned this. As much as he had philandered about over the summer, the gentleman deep down hadn't packed his bags and gone south. A shiver rolls down his spine --- this wasn't exactly a negative outcome of the day, though. Savannah was beautiful and he was a teenage boy, how could he reject her when she climbed into his lap and planted her lips on his?    A few more carefully placed kisses, a few more moments of trying to convince himself to stop being a jackass, a few more barely audible whispers against her collar, and he's pulling back, as far as possible with his back against the seat, angling his face so he could almost see hers."Lunch. We should get lunch. Or dinner. Dinner's probably better." The word 'date' sounded dirty in his mind, so he didn't touch it, but there was some chivalry left in his blood that made him feel guilty for doing this with her and offering nothing substantial in return. As if her having sex with him was purely for his benefit. "We ain't gotta hide out in the woods all the time." A shoulder lifts in a shrug that shifts his whole body. At least he put the offer on the table.

[savannah wilson]

"I don't care..."    The blonde is so caught up in the movements, and the touches that she barely hears his words. They fly over her head as she breathes every inch of him in. She's caught up in the moment, in the heat, in the fire that's attracted between the pair. She's so wrapped up in his hands touching her body, that she doesn't care that his original plan didn't involve this. Savannah didn't care that he didn't plan on this happening, but it was happening, and why would an eighteen year old girl ever say no to this? She wasn't the type of girl to ever say no to sex. She wasn't the type to turn down sex, especially when it involved an attractive eighteen year old boy who devoted all of his attention on her at this exact moment. Sav wasn't going to deny him the pleasure he was so after; she didn't want to dangle it in front of him and retract it just so she could get another sense of pleasure out of him. What they had, whatever it was, was pleasurable to her in so many ways, and just because he says he didn't invite her over for this, she knew that was exactly the reason he invited her over, and she wasn't going to say no to him. Ever.    Her movements are echoing his; she's grabbing at his skin, letting her fingers dig slightly into his exposed skin. Her hair drapes over her neck, and down her back, slightly grazing his neck. Her fingers continuously run through his dirty blonde hair. This, right here, felt so good to her. She couldn't stop. He was like a drug to her, and everytime she went to him, she just wanted more. More of his body. More of the kissing. More of the touching. More of the everything. She couldn't stop, and maybe that was a problem, but right now it didn't feel like a problem. He was the cure to her wants and needs, and she didn't plan on giving that up anytime soon. She could say no to his texts and ignore everytime he called, but she was young and hot and he had what she wanted. Why would she give this up when they had just started?    The boy retracts, pulling himself as far away as possible considering his back was already touching the back of the seat. Her gaze rests on his eyes, and her hands rest on his chest. "A date...?" Though the words had never slipped from his mouth, Savannah figured this is what he meant. They had never discussed what they were, in fact, they had never even given themselves a label. At this point, Freddie was just someone she was fooling around with -- in other words, someone she was just having casual sex with. There was no emotion to it, there was nothing to it except a physical (heavy physical) attraction between them, and what they had in bed couldn't compare to anything she had ever experienced outside of this small town. She was fine with not receiving flowers or him asking for dates, but this was a weird change. Before giving him an answer, she lets her lips meet his for one last longing kiss before she retracts herself. She pulls herself closer to him, and lets her mouth drop to his. "But I like hiding out...it's kinda hot, Wilson.." The blonde lets her lips find the edge of his neck, while her fingers play with the edge of his shirt. She retracts, before giving him a smile. "I like being your secret..." And in truth, she did. She didn't want the world to know. At least just yet. _____________________________________

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Being a guy with hormones stereotypical to one his age clouded his judgement and made him act foolishly. He had been raised in a family of women with a father who knew how to treat women and constantly pushed that knowledge on him. Freddie wasn't supposed to be the kind of person that randomly used women for their bodies, he especially wasn't supposed to be the kind of guy that used women specifically with the intent of trying to get over another woman. That was one of the lessons his parents had instilled in him from the day their boy started taking interest in girls. They never explicitly stated sex, his mother tried her best to avoid speaking of her son doing anything remotely sexual, even kissing seemed to make her cringe, but he knew what they meant. A woman was to be cherished and respected, not used and treated like a used napkin, tossed in the garbage when their use had dried up. But that was exactly how he was treating women these days. He didn't care about it being 'hot' or whatever else she was saying, he cared about it being disrespectful.    Date. That word he dreaded saying. No, it wasn't a date --  was it? Everything else seemed to come to a screeching halt, at least on his end, the second she responded to his stupid question. They weren't dating, he wasn't even sure he wanted to date her, or anyone, in the near future. He liked this, being single, enjoying the comforts of a warm body when he was feeling particularly glum, not having to do all the usual plying and wooing that had been so common for him. His relationship with Claire had been mostly non-physical, he tried to argue that he was making up for lost time, that the two years they dated had left him behind and he needed to play catch-up with the others his age. It didn't seem to matter that he was only seventeen and there was no need to rush into everything, it was just an excuse he had convinced him of to get away with not making the effort to try to date Savannah, or any other girl that he's spent any amount of time with.    Her words make him feel worse, makes the guilt ebb it's way into his chest and freeze his fiery veins. His brows crease, hardly responding to the kiss at all. "I don't care about hot," his tone isn't harsh, but it's heavily laced with confusion. Did they really know so little about each other? Did she think he was just some sort of scumbag that wanted to hide girls away? Keep them a secret like he was ashamed of them? In that moment, he wasn't sure there was a thing that could have turned him off the moment than those words. "Jesus. What kinda guy d'you think I am?" Ever so gently, he grabs her hips and swings her off his lap, depositing her in the seat beside him. He couldn't very well hold his moral ground when she was on him that way. "Fuck," he runs a hand through his hair, "Y'all are crazy, thinkin' screwin' around in secret is somehow a turn on. It's fuckin'..." He didn't know how to finish that sentence without offending her so he left the sentence hanging, shaking his head. He didn't get it. Respecting someone was frowned upon, disrespecting them was hot? His sister damn well better not feel that way.

[savannah wilson]

Girls like Savannah never had a hard time of getting exactly what they wanted. She was beautiful, of course. She had the typical all-American girl looks...the long blonde hair, tiny legs, freckles, the blue eyes. She had a tiny frame that was accentuated by a decent sized chest, and not to mention, her ass was always something that grabbed the attention of most boys her age. Savannah was given the body of every guy's dream, and for her to not take advantage of "what her momma gave her" would only be a sin. And normally, she would use her body to her advantage. But here with Freddie, she didn't feel the need to try so hard. Sure, he was physically attracted to her, and yes, the physicality of their "relationship" was obviously there. But there was just something so different about him that made her want to show less, and no matter how much she tried to pull off her looks to him, that didn't quite matter to him as much as she thought it did -- his actions right now made it very clear that she wasn't just something to use until he got bored. And this was a definitive change from the actions she was used to getting from boys his age.    His actions echo his inner thoughts; the blonde was trying hard to decipher every move he was making. Every facial expression he gave her, every word he was saying, she was trying to understand what he was going through. Maybe they didn't understand each other, maybe they just wanted the physical aspect so much that they never thought to sit down and explain what it was that they were doing. Savannah thought she clearly understood -- this was a physical thing. This was supposed to be purely sex, but every time they got to that point, something would happen to make Freddie retract from her and pull out the gentleman card. She appreciated that, yes, but sometimes she just wanted the sex. No emotions, no feelings. Why was that so hard for him to understand? Why couldn't he agree on the terms that they had so unspokenly agreed to? His actions spoke louder as he gently deposited the girl to the other side of the truck. She adjusted herself in her seat, and let her back lean up against the door. Her long legs stretched out over his lap, in an effort to get him to rest his hands on her legs. Savannah gave him a heavy sigh, followed by a slight smile in an attempt to smooth things over as she searched and wracked her brain to find the words to say.    What was she doing her? Was she becoming the kinda girl who just slept with this guy and never gave it a label? She had never been this way before, but there was something about Freddie that made her wanna be this way -- dirty, and a little bit slutty. She didn't think there was anything wrong with this picture, but apparently he thought the complete opposite. The blonde girl lets out another sigh, and lets her gaze change to the storm brewing outside of the car. "Freddie, stop it. I don't think that about you. I wouldn't..." The girl couldn't finish her thought without feeling frustrated. Not at Freddie, but the situation. She wanted to get everything out that she was feeling, but she just wasn't exactly sure how to form the words so that she could get him to understand exactly what she was feeling without getting offended. Instead, she decided to let her actions speak for her more than her words could say. The girl scoots herself closer to the boy sitting across from her. She situates herself under his arm, and lets her legs stretch out over his lap. She situates her head on his chest, and lets out a heavy breath. "I don't think that of you, Freds. I wouldn't be here if I didn't wanna be with you. And not just in the physical sense. I like you. I just don't know what we are...what you want out of this. " And in reality, she really didn't know what he wanted out of this. He had just gotten out of a hefty relationship with Claire, surely the last thing he wanted was to jump into it with some other blonde girl. Savannah didn't want to be just another girl that Freddie had gotten, but she wanted more out of this. What that was, Savannah wasn't exactly sure. _____________________________________

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This was getting under his skin, perhaps more than it should have, but he couldn't help it. It wasn't Savannah in particular that was making him feel this way, it was himself, it was the morals he was brought up to believe in, the way he was supposed to view women and how he was supposed to treat them. But now he felt like an asshole. Her words... they sounded like she wanted something more than sex with him. He liked this, the physical with no strings, not having to answer to anyone, not having to worry about not having the time to do all the relationship things she might want. That had been such a big failing of his last relationship -- he worked, he was obligated to his sister, to his family in general, he was focused on protecting Tara and being at her perpetual back and call. It wasn't fair to anyone he could be with, but he didn't want to completely disconnect from sex -- he was a red blood male, after all, he couldn't help but think with his downstairs brain.    Both palms press against his forehead, then his eye sockets, before trailing down the rest of his face until it was covered. Her legs were in his lap -- or at least as much as they could be considering they were in a truck -- but he leaned forward the half a foot to his steering wheel, planting his elbows against the hard plastic for bracing. "I don't want a relationship." Better to get it all out on the table now rather than later, right? He didn't want to lead her on anymore than he already had, if that's what he had done. Despite surrounding himself with women since he was a child, he still had no idea how to deal with them. He couldn't talk to them to save his life. Then again, he wasn't the most social person to begin with. "I'm good keepin' things the way they are." He glances over at her, briefly. He really should've kept his god forsaken stupid mouth shut and finished what they started.   Another brief moment of hesitation, searching for the words that didn't seem to come easy to the boy. Where was Tara when he needed someone to feed him lines and teach him how to talk to women? "You can do what you want with whoever ya want." Freddie wanted to assure her he wasn't putting a collar around her neck. He wasn't obligating her to him in any way. "Nothin' would change, but I ain't into the sneaking around thing. That ain't who I am and it sure ain't fair to you. If you ain't into publicly hangin' out, that's cool, but I'm not gonna use you for sex and pretend we ain't friends in town." If was a small town, they were all bound to figure it out anyway, right? May as well make things open on their own terms, especially so they didn't all think he was running around being a scumbag.

[savannah wilson]

While Savannah had had her fair share of relationships, she too had just gotten out of a pretty lengthy one herself, and it didn't seem like the smart thing to do to just dive headfirst into a new one. She would be the first to admit that she liked the aspect of casual sex; no commitment, the freedom to do what you wanted, with whomever you wanted just appealed to her in so many ways. She liked the idea of not being tied down to anyone, and especially with the summer coming to a close, and the beginning of senior year, Savannah wasn't sure if a relationship was the smartest way to approach the year. She liked Freddie in multiple aspects; but the physical aspect was one she especially enjoyed. Savannah knew that if starting a relationship outside of the physical aspect would quite possibly hinder her friendship with him, and that's something she cherished more than dating him.    The blonde gives the boy a slight smile; an indication that she was agreeing with what he was saying. She figured this was exactly what he wanted - casual sex - but with someone like Freddie, you could never be 100% positive that this was what he wanted. You'd expect this out of Savannah or the quarterback, but not from someone like Freddie Wilson. But hearing him say those things was a reassuarence to her that they were on the same page -- that this is what they both wanted out of whatever it was that they were doing; which now was confirmed as just a simple casual things (until they got complicated, that is). She inches her body closer to the boy, as close as one could get in a truck, and lets her arm rest on his leg. She gives a smile and perks her body up, leaning into his. "Casual sex? You know I'm good with that, Freddie. I wasn't expecting roses or chocolates or dates...you know I'm not that type." And truth is, she was, part of her was, but she wasn't sure if her heart was exactly at that point yet.    She takes a moment to take in all that he was saying, a sigh releases from her chest giving her a second to collect her thoughts. Did Freddie actually think she was sleeping with other guys? Did he honestly think that lowly of her to assume that she was doing this with other people? Sure she could be overly sexual at some points with him, but she was only this way with Freddie. He was the only person she was like this with -- that's what he brought out in her. An animalistic need for affection, for attention, and mostly -- sex. "You do realize you're the only person I'm having sex with, right? You're the only person I've had sex with in the last few months. I can only do this casual thing with you." Savannah felt the need to assure him, for whatever reason, that there was nobody else she was sleeping with, that she was only doing this thing with him. "That's not even what I meant. I'm fine with being in your truck with you, like this. But I'm also fine doing this wherever. I'm fine with hanging out in public, I don't care who sees. I like you, Freddie. But I know you don't want that, and I don't think I'm ready for that. We can do whatever you want, I'm cool with whatever." The blonde leans her body in closer to his, letting her frame touch his. She lets her hand find the base of his neck to pull him down to her level. She lets her lips meet his for a quick kiss, in an effort to reassure him. "See?" _____________________________________