So what happened after the night in the treehouse? Well family left, my brother returned home and I got on with my final summer at home before I was headed off to college. Henry and I spoke daily, whether it was on the phone, over text messages or an email here and there. We got much closer after that event, but we did not sleep with each other again that summer.
In September, I moved away to college and started my new life on my own. Along with doing this came new friends and a new boyfriend. This was also something new to me. I had never really had a boyfriend before. I think losing my virginity made me less afraid of certain things in the world, and I had Henry to thank for that.
So why I am here writing this to all of you? What do I have to share with you now? Well step on in and have a read.
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I had been here at college for a few months now. I started in early September and it was now late December and I was on a plane headed home for Christmas break. I was not alone however. My boyfriend Gregory came with me. I was not sure if it was a good idea, being as we had not been dating long, but he did not have a family to go home to and my mother insisted that I invite him.
It took us an hour to get to my parents house from the airport, which was complete hell. My father thought it would be fun to play the question game with Gregory. Gregory did not seem to mind, but I found myself bored and spacing off just a bit.
“Oh guess what Abigail,” my mother turned to face me from the front seat of the car. My dad and Gregory still talking.
“We are home?” I asked enthusiastically, knowing it was not the answer, but how badly I had wanted to be out of that car and up in my room relaxing.
“Well no,” she said with a small laugh, looking between Gregory and my father, understanding where I was coming from. “But I spoke with Henry this morning and they had enough people to work this holiday, so he gets to come home to see us. Isn’t that great?”
I could not hide my excitement, as I smiled bigger then I had in a really long time. I had not seen Henry since that night and I was saddened when he told me he was not going to be home for the holiday. As unexcited as I was about Gregory being here, It did not seem so bad now. I was going to get to see Henry, and that was all that I could really ask for.
“That is great,” I said turning my attention back to my mother, who smiled at me. She was just as excited. My brother did not make it home that often to see her and she hated her kids not being around. “When is he supposed to be here?”
“He said he was leaving after he got off work.” She said shrugging her shoulders. “He probably won’t be in until everyone is asleep, but we will see him in the morning for sure.”
The rest of the ride home was not that bad. I was able to drawn out the sounds in the car and focus on the best part of this trip. I was going to get to see Henry.
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“Oh fuck,” I moaned, watching Gregory move around on top of me. I tried to at least act like I was into having sex with him. He thought having sex in my bed with my parents down the hall was hot. I really was not enjoying myself.
Gregory moaned loudly and thrust hard into me one last time. I could tell by the look on his face that he was cumming. He made this weird face that drove me crazy. He was a great guy but we just had horrible chemistry in bed.
Once he was done he rolled off of me, breathing heavy. I leaned over and kissed him lightly on the lips and then sat myself up in my bed.
“I'm going to go take a shower.” I said to him in a monotone voice. I did not have a lot to clean up really, except his sweat all over my body. He had condom on and I did not get very wet. Still I felt as if I needed a shower.
“You want me to join you,” he laughed playfully, reaching over and rubbing at my back. I looked back at him and gave him a smile, shaking my head no. I really wanted to take the shower by myself.
Standing up from the bed, I gathered up my nightgown, panties and my cell phone and headed toward the bathroom.
The shower was long and much needed. I needed to get that feeling of dread off of me. I really was not sure if I relationship with horrible sex was worth the great guy that was behind it. Could he improve, or was sex always going to be bad with him? Was it even him that was bad? What if I was the one that was bad and he was just putting up with me?
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I finished drying off after my shower and slowly slipping my clothes on. Pulling my hair back into a ponytail, I began to brush my teeth. I was trying to take my time before joining Gregory back in the bedroom.
Getting ready could only take so long, so I sighed and headed back for my room. Slowly pushing open the door, I could hear the sound of snoring and knew that he was asleep. Taking a deep breath I began to enter the bedroom. Just before the door clicked shut my phone began to ring.
I quickly silenced my phone and slipped out of the room. Opening my phone I placed it to my ear and whispered, “Hello?”
“Well hello there,” my brothers voice came through the other end of the phone. I could not hold back a smile as I made my way down into the living room and sat on the couch.
“Where are you,” I asked him curiously. Figuring that he should be here by now, or at least be close to here. “Please tell me you are still coming.”
“Why, would you be sad if I didn’t?” He asked me with a small laugh.
“No,” I said, trying to pretend it did not matter to me, “But mom would really be sad if you could not make it. She has been looking forward to this all day since she found out.”
In all honesty, the excited person was me. I missed him and I could not wait to see him, but I was not going to admit that. I did not want him to know just how badly I wanted to see him. It felt like it had been forever. I could not explain it completely, but I needed to see him.
“Oh mom would be sad huh,” he asked once again with a laugh. “Good thing I am here already.”
I stood up from the couch and walked over to the window. Looking at towards the front of the house I saw his car. I wondered how long he had been here.
“Where are you?” I asked, walking into the hallway and heading for the front door. I opened the door and stepped out onto the front porch, but he was no where to be seen.
“Come find me,” he said before there was a click. He had hung up on me.
I growled lightly to myself and began to make my way through the house. I checked every room downstairs, but still nothing. I was starting to get a little frustrated, but I kept on searching the house. I soon made my way into the kitchen, on the verge of giving up. That is when I noticed the back door in the kitchen was completely open. I don’t know why I didn’t think of the tree house as my first place to look for him.
I made my way outside and stood at the bottom of the rope and looked up. “Henry,” I said in a loud whisper, trying not to make to much noise. “Henry, are you up there?”
There was no answer, but I knew that he had to be up there. I looked around and made sure all of the lights were still off in the house and made my way up into the tree house. Sure enough sitting in the middle of the floor in the tree house was Henry, a huge grin spread across his face.
“You know,” he began, bringing his hand up and pointing his finger at me. He shook it slightly at me in disapproval, though he was still smiling. “I swore you were going to find me a lot quicker then that. I guess I over estimated you Abby.”
“Well,” I said trying to come up with an excuse. I did not have one. I felt as if I should have known this is where he would be. “I guess you shouldn’t do that anymore.”
“I don’t know,” he said grabbing my hand and pulling me down to sit beside him.