“Fine, okay.” I rolled my eyes at her, then finished my cup of tea before leaning back and putting it on the side table.
“So, we left prom, as you know. We walked out the hall and it was pouring with rain. Whilst we were waiting for the driver, we had this hot as hell kiss which spurred us on. Once we were in the limo, he literally pounced on me, sliding between my legs. He was so fucking hot. Where his hair was wet, it flopped onto his forehead and he had these water droplets on his face. The look he was giving me told me that if it wasn't my first time then I would have been fucked in the back of that limo, and you know what? I would have let him." I blushed, my eyes batting down to my hands that were playing with my duvet cover.
“Go on.” She wiggled her eyebrows.
I leant across and swatted her with my hand. “Anyway…” I laughed. “We pulled up outside, and we had to sneak in the house because if my mum would have heard us then, you know, game over. She would have asked like, a trillion questions. So, yeah, we sneaked upstairs and as we got to the hallway separating the rooms, he asked if I still wanted to go ahead with it.” I nibbled the inside of my mouth.
“He was so attentive and caring.” I sighed.
“Continue… I want the dirty bits, come on, girl, you’re dragging your heels.”
“We got to his room, and he took his suit jacket and shirt off, and my God, Robyn, I can’t begin to tell you just how fit he is. His stomach is toned, his tattoos cover every inch of him... Well, not every inch.” I winked.
“And then he dropped to his knees, pushing my dress up round my waist as he started kissing my thighs. Things got heated pretty quickly. He pushed me onto the bed, made me come with his tongue and fingers. Honestly, I never knew it would feel that good. Then he took off his trousers. Seriously. Robyn. The monster size of his thing.” I stopped as Robyn spat her tea all over my bedding before throwing her hand up to her mouth, shocked at what had just come out of my mouth.
“Monster.” She howled, wiping the tears from her eyes.
“I was worried it wasn’t going to fit.” I laughed with her. “But it did... Obviously.”
“Monster dick,” she spat out, laughing again.
“Oh yeah, one hundred percent.” I nodded enthusiastically.
“Did it hurt?” she asked, perching herself up on her elbows as she laid on her front.
“Yeah, it did. But after a while, the pain eases. He was really gentle and took his time. I can’t wait to experience him properly, like, with no pain. We had shower sex this morning and I actually came from that, but it wasn’t as intense as his mouth and fingers.” I blushed again.
“Lucky you.” She giggled. “Mate, I can’t believe Conor Royce took your virginity.”
“I know, me neither.” I smiled. “And, Robyn, he told me he loved me.”
“He what?” Her eyes widened.
“Yup, once he did his bit, you know…” I shrugged.
“Well, who would have thought it, aye?”
“I know.” I sighed a happy sigh, snuggling myself under my duvet.
We spent the rest of Saturday chilling and talking about all things Conor. By the time Robyn went home, she was probably sick of me, and him. But I didn’t care, I was like a love sick puppy dog. I couldn’t get enough of him. He was on my mind all the goddamn time.
Sunday evening was soon upon us. I had just had a shower and washed my hair and was looking forward to an early night. Conor said he was going to come and watch a film with me, and I couldn’t wait, I felt so happy.
I put my phone on charge and dropped Robyn a quick message, telling her I would message her tomorrow after the doctors and let her know what was said. I was feeling apprehensive already, but I just had to trust that it was all going to be okay.
Camilla checked in on me every other day. I tried not to think about the exams that I had missed. I would have known by now whether I would have got into ballet college, but I couldn’t dwell on it. I just needed to know if I could dance again… That I would dance again.
I walked over to my pyjama drawer as I picked out a silk floral nightdress, dropping my towel when I heard a cough at the door.
“Ahem.”
I turned to look, and there he was.
My Conor.
His cotton grey shorts swinging round his hips, an oversized vest showing his arms, chest and ribs. He shut the door behind him and walked over slowly.
“You naked for me, baby?” He groaned, his lips pressing into mine, his tongue slipping through my lips.
“I was actually just about to get my pyjamas on.” I smiled at him, my hands on his chest as his snaked around my waist.
“Don’t get dressed for my sake.” He looked down at me, winking.
I shook my head as I giggled. I grabbed his hands from round my back and prised them away as I bent down slowly, my face turning to him to see his reaction. His lip was pulled between his teeth, his hand grabbing his crotch.
I winked at him before standing up and pulling my nightie over my head, pushing it down my body. The length sat mid-thigh, enough skin covered with just enough showing.
“Oh fuck, baby girl.” He groaned as he strode towards me, grabbing and picking me up as I wrapped my legs round his back. He placed me on the bed, pushing me towards my headboard and settled in-between my legs.
“Don’t fancy a film anymore... Do you?” he asked, kneeling up, looking down at me, his eyes devouring me. He pushed my knees apart, his eyes moving to my sex.
“Oh baby, I’m going to enjoy every inch of you tonight.” He growled before dipping his head between my legs, sending me to seventh heaven.
I sat anxiously on the way to the hospital on Monday morning, nerves rattling through me. Staring out the window, my mind wandered back to my weekend with Conor. He was amazing, and he was right, after a few times, it has gotten so much better. Not that I have anyone else to compare him too, but I can’t imagine it gets much better than this.
I felt a squeeze on my leg and my head turned to look at my mum as I took my headphones out.
“We are here, you ready?” she asked anxiously, I could see the worry in her eyes. She tried to keep strong for my sake, but I could see she was ready to crumble.
“Ready as I’ll ever be,” I muttered as I hopped out the car, slamming the door shut behind me.
I was hoping it was all going to be okay. Some days I had good days, others were bad, where my leg would completely stiffen up and I would be in agony. But I knew it wasn’t going to be a quick fix.
We walked into the hospital as we took a seat in the waiting area. I was tapping the glass on the back of my phone with my nails, trying to keep my mind busy. I felt sweaty and clammy.
This moment, right here, could destroy and shatter my dreams.
“Try not to worry, sweetie,” my mum said, swooping my hand into hers. “It’ll be okay.” She smiled.
I smiled back at her, scared to talk in case my voice betrayed me and I ended up in tears. The lump was apparent in my throat, but I kept swallowing it back down.
“Darcey Sawyer,” Dr Cal called out. I stood slowly, waiting for my mum to start walking with me as I grabbed her hand and squeezed it, a small smile appearing on her face.