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Chapter 18: The Belle’s Tale
- Angst, M/F
I reckon I should clear up a few things, by going back to the start. I explained my struggles with middle and early high school, but things started to look up for me when I got paired with Cody Robbins in biology class. We had to dissect a frog together. That dang frog set everything I’ve been through in motion.
Cody was a junior, a year ahead of me. I reckon he’d either flunked it the year before, or he flunked another science class; bless his heart, he won’t the brightest bulb in the box. Of course, it coulda had to do with the class happening during fourth period, so he wouldn’t have to skip it to travel for away games.
Y’see, Cody was the star running back on our football team. All the gals, myself included, had a thing for him, with his broad shoulders, barrel chest, muscly arms and legs, and this easy smile that put everybody he met right at ease. It’s kinda funny, now I think about it, that the other fellas I’ve had crushes on since then have all been totally the opposite: tall and slim and kinda broody.
Because it was a small town, I’d kinda known Cody growing up. Not real well, since he lived on the other side of town in the trailer park up until that year, when they moved from the trailer into a house in a nice little suburb. Just well enough to know his taste in girls ran more to the cheerleader types, like his girlfriend Tammy. She lived the stereotypes, bless her heart – shallow, vapid, mean as a rattlesnake. Cody never seemed real happy with her, though, if his constant flirting was any indication.
During those weeks working on that frog, I caught myself wondering why he’d flirt with me when he had a pretty, popular gal on his arm already. Two reasons stared me in the face each morning, of course, while I got dressed. I caught him looking plenty of times, but he always had the good taste to act embarrassed when I did. From Cody, though, I didn’t mind the staring so much. It made me feel sexy. It got to where I started looking forward to Mondays, believe it or not, just ‘cause it meant seeing him.
Yeah, I had it bad, y’all.
One day in early May, the week after prom, he seemed more bummed than usual. Since it was our last day as biology partners, I reckoned it was a good day to go for broke – either I’d really get to know how he saw me, or I’d alienate the one person at school who made me feel less lonesome. I put on my best smile and asked him, “Why the long face, sugah?” Yes, that was the best I could come up with at the time.
Cody sighed and answered, “Me ‘n’ Tammy had a big ol’ faht after prom. We’re broke up now.”
Now, y’all might think I saw this as an opportunity. Really, though, I was sad that he was sad. Down in the dumps didn’t look good on him at all, and I honestly didn’t think I had a snowball’s chance with him.
“I reckon you got a line o’ gals waiting for today,” I told him with a wry smile. “Just don’t let ‘em hurt themselves fighting over you.”
“Ah dunno ‘bout all that,” Cody replied, but we both knew it was true and that he was just being modest. “Anyhow,” he continued, scratching his head, “did ya hear ‘bout the party this weekend at Riversahd?”
“No, but I figured I won’t invited anyway,” I replied, folding my arms. Despite its lame name, Riverside was the teen hangout in town – probably the only one, which is why the popular kids more or less controlled access. Y’all seen enough teen movies to know what I mean.
“Well, uh, now ya have,” he replied. “Maybe you should, um, check it out.”
I blinked, shocked. Did he really just invite me to the party? All I could manage in reply was a noncommittal “Maybe.” Regaining my wits, I winked and added, “As long as y’all ain’t setting me up for a live-action rendition of Carrie.”
Cody grinned. “If so, just remember that the fella didn’t have nothin’ to do with the vat o’ pig’s blood,” he responded, demonstrating the he’d seen the movie too. He told me when the party started and, surprising me further, that he looked forward to seeing me.
For anyone who ain’t seen that movie, it’s about a redheaded gal who develops telekinesis at puberty and proceeds to wreck the town after the bullies push her too far. I figured it was one of your favorites, Jean.
Anyhow, that Saturday, after floating on cloud nine all week, I screwed up my courage and went to Riverside. Cody was nowhere to be seen, though, and I got a ton of static from the other folks there. I put up with it for all of five minutes before I went outside to the pier overlooking the River to mope. I kicked myself for getting my hopes up.
When Cody finally came outside to ask me to dance, I told him I just wanted to hang out. I couldn’t tell y’all how long I’d been out there, but I’d just about made up my mind to go home. But Cody has these puppy-dog eyes that sliced through my anger like a hot knife through butter. So inside we went to dance, and I noticed much fewer dirty looks from the popular kids.
After a few dances, the incident proceeded as Jean described earlier. Cody’s friend pushed him into me and knocked me down. Cody helped me up. My powers didn’t activate, though, not that night. It seemed like an appropriate moment to claim that they did when I first met y’all, so that’s why I picked it.
I did skin my elbow landing on it, though, so I excused myself to the ladies’ room. Once I got it patched up, I headed back out, eager to dance some more, even though I’m terrible at it. While looking for Cody, I caught some snippets from his friends.
“Ah know Cody’s desperate fer some pussy, but that’s scrapin’ the bottom o’ the barrel, ain’t it?”
“He better remember ta wrap up first, so he don’t catch nothin’!”
“Ah thought she was a lesbo. Think Cody can turn ‘er straight? Ah’d lahk a crack at that piece o’ fahn ass mahself.”
Then I caught the sound of Cody’s voice: “Oh, yeah, she’s sexy, all raht. Ah wonder if she really puts out as easy as everyone says.” He laughed, and I started to home in on him, determined to slap the fire outta him. But then I heard him say, “Ah doubt it. She’s got this cool aura of mystery. Fer raht now, Ah just wanna get ta know who she is insahd.”
“Whatever, dude. Ya just wanna get ta know how she feels insahd!”
“She’s more than just a piece o’ meat,” Cody defended me. “Maybe if ya stopped treatin’ gals that way, ya maht get a second date sometahm.”
At that moment, I found him and sidled up to him. “Well, you just earned yourself one, sugah,” I whispered in his ear.
Cody beamed. “Sweet!” he crowed. “Ah’ll ask ya about it on the drahve home Least Ah can do fer leavin’ ya hangin’ earlier ‘n’ makin’ ya wait on me is give ya a rahde.” He glared at his friend, warning him not to make any snide comments.
I nodded. “One more dance?” Cody gave his friend another glance, this one saying ‘I told you so,’ as he led me out to the dance floor.
That’s how my summer fling with Cody Robbins began.
We went on another few dates in May before school let out, though neither of us used the “boyfriend/girlfriend” label. He invited me to his parents’ barbecue for Memorial Day, but I didn’t feel comfortable with that yet. I finally met his folks at their Fourth of July cookout, after dates every weekend in June.
Cody prepped me a bit leading up to the cookout. His dad, Mike, rode him hard before and after every game in the fall, finding ways to criticize him no matter how well he played. He was a real sour fella, felt like the world owed him something, especially his star-football-player son.
His mama, Missy, was pretty but real ditzy. I don’t reckon she was much more than twice Cody’s age, if y’all follow. She was a real hoot, though – great sense of humor. I’ll never forget one afternoon when I was fixing popcorn for me and Cody to snack on while watching a movie in his room.
Missy tells me, “Ah know y’all are teenagers, and Ah see how close y’all are gettin’. Ah remember what those days were lahk.” She winked. “We don’t much care what y’all get up to, as long as Cody don’t get hurt or… y’know… tahd down.”
I blushed fiercely and replied, “I don’t follow.”
Missy just smiled. “Let’s just say we don’t want Cody makin’ chahld support payments once he’s playin’ in the NFL.” She giggled, and I saw the stars in her eyes. “Ya don’t wanna keep him from supportin’ his mama in her old age, do ya?”
I laughed with her – it was a little forced, though – and told her we’d be careful. That sorta thing wasn’t even on my radar yet. At that point, we’d only made out.
My heart broke a little bit for Cody, though. He’d told me often that his folks only saw him as a meal ticket and that they were already planning a big ol’ party for the day he got drafted at the end of his junior year of college. He’d already been recruited, of course, by several big-time schools: ‘Bama, Ole Miss, and I think Florida. Pretty much all them big SEC schools, which folks in the South are bonkers over, were offering big scholarship money. Seventeen years old, and his life was already pretty much mapped out for him.
As Cody and me grew closer that summer, I got a real sense that we were kindred spirits. We were both lonesome – me as an outcast, him as a “popular” fella who only had friends ‘cause he was a good football player. Our deepening emotional bonds led to more, ah, physicality in our relationship. Like he told his friend at Riverside, he never treated me like just a piece of ass. Even while feeling me up in the back of a movie theater, he made me feel beautiful and special.
As the next school year drew closer, I saw less of Cody due to football practice starting up. Our only date in August was a trip to an abandoned field after a rainstorm for some muddin’. Sorry – I forgot most of y’all outside the South wouldn’t have heard of it. That’s where you take a truck and just drive all around the field, slinging mud all over. It’s loads of fun, even if you get stuck.
Which is what happened that afternoon – we got stuck out there and had to call a tow truck. While waiting, we got to talking about his upcoming senior year. I was starting to fret that all I was to him was a summer fling, and I told him just that.
Cody gave me his puppy-dog eyes and responded, “No way, Anne-Marie. You’re mah girlfriend.”
My heart leapt. “You mean it? Even at school, in front of everyone?”
“Ah lahk you fer you. You ain’t shallow or fake lahk everyone else,” he answered, “and Ah want everyone else ta see it.”
I beamed and kissed him. From there, things got pretty, uh, steamy. By the time the tow truck arrived, Cody had fingered me and I’d given him head. I’ll skip the details, since I’m yakking on as is.
During those first few weeks back at school, Cody was as good as his word. All we could do at school without getting written up was hold hands, but he made a point to hold mine at every opportunity. We sat together at lunch on Tuesdays and Thursdays, when we had the same lunch period. I went to our school’s first home game – just for him, since I don’t much care for football. I sat with Mike and Missy and had a pretty good time with ‘em, even if Mike was constantly disparaging Cody’s play. The kiss Cody laid on me after we won, in full view of the whole dang cheerleading squad (Tammy included), was icing on the cake.
That weekend was Labor Day weekend. Aunt Irene kept warning me that if I won’t careful about Cody, my life would change soon, in ways I wouldn't like. I was too happy to pay her any mind, though, and I looked forward to the last summer cookout with his folks.
Going over there, I think I knew, deep down, that I wanted that night to be the Big Night. Why else would I have worn my sexiest bra and panties under a plain white tee and daisy-dukes? Sure enough, when I got to Cody’s house, the sexual tension between me and him was thick enough to cut with a knife.
We couldn’t excuse ourselves from dinner fast enough. Under the guise of planning to stargaze when it got dark, we headed down to the River, about a half-mile outside town. We found us a secluded spot and laid down a blanket, which we’d grabbed as part of our cover story. Honestly, though, I don’t reckon his folks were fooled for a moment.
We were making out before we hit the ground. Our kisses were hungry, almost desperate in their need. Our hands traveled all over each other through our clothes. I kicked off my lime-green flip-flops – funny how I remember them ugly things – so I could run my bare feet along his calves.
Cody reached behind me and fumbled with my bra strap for a few moments in a vain attempt to unhook it. He sat up with a stumped expression. “Ah though Ah’d gotten the hang o’ them things,” he grumbled.
I smirked. “This one’s a little different,” I explained, shoving aside the needlessly-envious thought that he’d done this with Tammy already. Pretty much everyone at school knew they had ‘done it.’ Now, though, it was my turn. I was gonna do it with Cody, who I’d gone and fallen for, and I was gonna be so good that he’d want me all the time and forget about that tramp for good. If he hadn’t already.
Panting with desire, I pulled my shirt up… much like I did in front of y’all just a bit ago. With a shy smile, I unfastened the clip that lay between the cups. Cody just grinned, chagrined that he hadn’t thought of that. I opened the cups slowly, showing him my breasts for the first time.
“You don’t have to tell me,” I sighed. “I know they’re huge. They’re probably floppy and ugly to you.”
“Naw, Anne-Marie,” Cody murmured, “they’re perfect. Just lahk you.” It shoulda sounded cheesy for him to say that just then. Coming from him, though, it was nothing but sweet.
He pulled his shirt off so we could start the foreplay in earnest. I especially remember kneading his scalp while he licked my nipples. Even through two pairs of denim shorts I could feel how hard he was while grinding against me.
It won’t much longer before we started pulling them shorts down outta the way. I just knew I was starting to soak right through my panties by this point, so I pulled them down too. Cody helped me get them down to my ankles while I unveiled his decent-sized dick.
We touched each other lightly. I smiled shyly, only just then considering that maybe I shoulda trimmed up a bit down there. I was about to apologize, but Cody cut me off. “Ya know Ah think you’re sexy just how ya are,” he reassured me.
“Thanks, Cody. I’m glad ya like me just as I am,” I replied, “’cause, honey, I ain’t changing!” We laughed for a bit until I cleared my throat. “Other than from ‘virgin’ to ‘non-virgin’ here shortly,” I added. My cheeks burned at the admission.
Cody nodded twice, just a couple quick bounces of his chin. “Ah didn’t believe none o’ them rumors,” he assured me with his easy smile. More seriously, he added, “Ya sure about this? Ah don’t wanna pressure ya if ya ain’t ready.”
Our eyes met. Our gazes lingered. I could see how much he wanted me, and I reckon my desire was pretty obvious. I licked my lips and told him, “Make love to me, sugah.”
I didn’t have to tell him twice, that’s for sure. Cody kissed me with breath-stealing passion and climbed on top of me to get our bits situated. I hooked my arms under his and grabbed hold of his shoulders. I pressed my upper body against him to let him know I was ready while trying to relax below the waist.
It stung a bit when my cherry popped. I remember breaking the kiss to hiss between my teeth. Cody was so patient – I could tell he couldn’t hardly wait to get in deeper, but he stroked my hair and kissed my neck and told me there won’t no rush.
I’ll never forget the feeling once I let him know I was ready. Since I didn’t know what to do, Cody did most of the work. He started off nice and easy; once I got used to having him inside me, I moved my hips with his. My fingers couldn’t have prepared me for a real live dick, nor can they ever replicate that sensation. And not for lack of trying in either case.
“Now I know what all the fuss is about,” I told him with a giggle. More seriously, I asked, “Am I doin’ okay, Cody?” Even though it was my first time, I wanted it to be good for him too.
“Anne-Marie,” he groaned, “ya fit lahk a glove. You’re so warm ‘n’ wet… ya feel lahk heaven!” Overwhelmed with the feeling, he picked up the pace.
I came shortly after. My toes curled, gripping the blanket beneath me. I clung to Cody for dear life as I rode the waves of pleasure. I never wanted that feeling to end.
Cody slowed to a stop as I came down, the tension draining right outta me. He beamed; I smiled back in a daze. I was so lost in my hazy afterglow that I didn’t quite catch what he asked me. I heard him speak; I just couldn’t make out the words.
“Ah didn’t quaht finish,” he repeated. “Are ya up fer more?”
Just then, I became aware that Cody was still fully inside me, still stiff and ready to go. I wasn’t sore or nothing, so I rocked my hips invitingly. Soon we’d picked right up where we left off.
This time around, I was much more active. My hands traced Cody’s broad shoulders and chiseled chest. I guided his hands to my boobs so he could squeeze to our hearts’ content. My pelvis thrust in perfect rhythm with his. I wanted to wrap my legs around him, but I couldn’t untangle my feet from my shorts; I settled for clamping my knees against his hips.
A second orgasm started to build. When Cody warned me, “Ah’m gonna blow soon,” I felt my skin tingling all over. I wanted this to keep on going forever. I wanted him to never stop making love to me.
Our movements grew erratic as we each neared the summit. Once again, I clung to Cody as I came. My whole world unraveled as Cody came too.
That’s when Aunt Irene’s warning came to pass. That’s when my life changed forever. That’s when my powers activated.
Everything that happened in those first moments after Cody and I came together are one big jumbled mess. I still have fragments of Cody’s memories of us in my head, even after all this time and even after several sessions with Professor Xavier – “telepathic hard drive wipes,” he called them. I have one every now and again once I’ve absorbed too many people and it gets crowded in my head. He’s told me he can’t get rid of the memories from that afternoon, though – apparently they’re too intertwined with my own memories.
What you’ve heard, Wanda, when I call out Cody’s name? That’s me reliving those in my dreams. They’re not really nightmares, not until the very end. I don’t know if I can readily describe what it’s like to see myself, hear myself, feel myself the way Cody did, or to feel what sex is like for someone else, especially someone with totally different anatomy and frame of reference. I reckon it’s the sort of insight that folks would love to have; but for me, it’s mighty jarring, unsettling, disorienting.
And, really, those three words describe how I feel every time I use my power.
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A/N: Greetings, all! I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter. This update came a little sooner than expected; I was able to steal small packets of time over the last several weeks to write - a paragraph here, a paragraph or two there. As you might guess, this is the penultimate chapter; there'll be one more full one after this, and maybe an epilogue. I'll have to see where things stand after I finish the next chapter. Don't expect to see it before the end of the year, what with the holidays coming up.
Regarding this chapter, I could definitely use some feedback regarding the overall pacing and emotional impact. I was trying to avoid having it drag on for too long, but Rogue's summer fling did take place in increments over the course of several months; likewise, I wanted the relationship to grow over those months, so that you, the readers, would get a sense of how emotionally invested they were in each other. How did I do with each of those? Let me know in a review, or on the discussion page for this story (link at the bottom of the first chapter).
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