The drive to the beach was four hours long. It was agreed that Nathan will drive Kate and Derick while I'll drive with Stephen. For some reason Kate's mood turned sour after we appeared down stairs. I knew it was obvious that we showered together, but what I didn't understand was why it bothered her so much.

We stopped at a gas station two hours into the drive to freshen up. I went to the bathroom with Kate while the men got refreshments. She was suddenly cheerful again. Her mood swings were starting to give me whiplash.

I exited the stall and walked to the faucet to wash my hands. My eyes caught my reflection in the mirror. I had pulled my hair up into a bun when the heat started to rise. It was messy but it didn't bother me. My face was pale and the dark circles beneath my eyes were clearly visible. I thought of using some make-up to cover it but decided against it.

Another stall door opened. Kate stepped out with her phone in her hand. She was frowning down at it. Lately she's been doing that a lot.

“Can I ask you something?” she asked as she reached my side.

I shrugged then opened the tap again. Splashing some cold water against my face, I grabbed some paper towels and dried my face.

“I'm just curious and well I don't want your first time to be as embarrassing as mine was.” she paused. “Are you and Stephen planning the day you'd be having sex or are you just waiting for it to happen?”

“I don't know. I guess we're planning it.”

“If you plan it then that gives us more time to get the kit ready?”

“The kit?” I frowned at her.

Rolling her eyes, she turned to face me. “The kit is something every girl needs. It holds all the emergency essentials. Think of it as a safely kit– to prevent pregnancy and all that. You have the condoms, the morning after pill, some lube if needed ect.”

“I won't need that,” I said, making my way towards the door. “Stephen will be prepared.”

Kate didn't stop at my last words. She followed me out of the bathroom and continued to explain everything. Her way of preparing me had something to do with a spa, waxing, a few drinks– and that's where I started to block her out. Thought one thing she said stuck– waxing. I knew some woman groom their pubic hair just like some men do, but I've never been one of them.
I tried shaving once– keyword being once– I ended up cutting myself.

I've never thought of doing that again, until now. Stephen had seen me naked numerous times and it never seemed to bother him. I wondered if he secretly wished me shaved down there.

My cheeks heated when I thought of that. I ignored Kate and slowly made my way down a random aisle. I stared blindly at the items as my mind raced with different thoughts. By the time I snapped back to reality I found myself standing in front of chocolates.

“The Oreo one taste amazing,” someone spoke from behind me.

My body tensed. I gave him a stiff nod but ignored him. I didn't want to give him any reason to talk to me.

The man didn't get the message. “I wonder which flavour my girlfriend would like? Maybe I should ask her.”

The last part he mumbled more to himself than to me. I muttered something I hope sounded friendly before turning and walking away. My phone pinged just before I could turn into the next aisle. I paused then pulled my phone from my shorts.

What type of chocolates do you like? I blinked, and then reread the message again.

The guys just asked me that. What the hell? I span around. Stephen stood where I had only a few minutes ago. I dropped my phone back into my pocket as I retraced my steps.

“What are you thinking about?”

“Shaving,” I muttered.

He raised an eyebrow and his lips twitched. “Shaving?”

I nodded, and then leaned closer as I whispered: “Do you ever wish I'm shaved… down there?”

Stephen blinked. He frowned down at me for a few minutes and then his face cleared.

“You want to know if I've ever wished that you shave your pussy?”

Well saying it like that… I span around and walked away without answering him. Five minutes later we all met up at the checkout counter.

I was surprised to see Nathan holding Derrick’s hand. Kate was glaring at his back. Stephen was watching me with a smirk. I managed to ignore him until we got back into the truck.

Curiosity was pushing the shyness away. As soon as we were back on the road, I unfastened my seatbelt and turned to face him. With my back pressed against the door I placed my legs over his.

“This is not a proper way to sit in a car baby,” Stephen said.

“I remember a time not so long ago that you didn't have a problem with it.”
“We didn't have a two hour drive in front of us,” he muttered. “Please sit properly.”

I rolled my eyes but turned back in my seat and fastened my seatbelt. Stephen slowed the truck at stop sign. I risked a glance behind us but there was no sign of the others.

“So?” I looked at him. “You never answered my question.”

“You really want to know?” I nodded. “No I don't secretly wish that your pussy was shaved.”

“Why?”

He shrugged. “It doesn't bother me baby.

I nodded. My eyes were glued to the passing buildings. People were only now starting to get up to do their daily routines.

“Why?” Stephen questioned. “Why did you ask me that?”

“Kate was talking about waxing and I remembered reading somewhere that some men like it when the women were bare down there.” I kept my face turned away from him. “And some women said that if felt more pleasurable.”

“Do you want to find out?”

My eyes snapped to his. The blush in my cheeks deepened. “What?”

“Do you want to find out if it's more pleasurable when your pussy is bare?”

I bit my lip. Did I? Did I want to take that risk or the pain of shaving again. I winced.

“How do you do it?”

“How do I do what baby?”
“You don't have any pubic hair,” I stated. “You don't shave because you have no razor burns. That's unless you're very good at it.”

Stephen laughed. Taking one hand from the wheel, he placed it on my thigh.

“I wax baby,” he answered my question. “I first groomed then I tried shaving but waxing works the best.”

“You'd take that much pain down there?”

His laughed echoed around the cab of the truck again. I didn't understand why he was laughing at me. Using wax strips on the most sensitive place on your body, it was insane. He squeezed my leg.

“You get hair removal cream Alia.”

“Oh,” I whispered.

I thought back to all the times I went shopping for personal items. I've never seen hair removal cream on the shelves.

“So would you do it?” He broke through my thoughts. “Would you remove all your pubic hair?”

“I don't want to shave,” I told him. “Last time I did that I cut myself and it was painful enough to never try it again.”

“Don't worry baby,” he flashed me a smile, “I know just the way to do it.”

The way he said that made my panties dampen. Stephen glanced at me. The heat in his eyes almost made me moan out loud.

“While we're on this topic, I want to ask you something.”

“S-sure.”

“That day in the hospital you talked about my handcuffs,” he paused, glancing at me. “Would you be willing to try that? Would you be willing to let me tie you to the bed?”

I thought about it. BDSM was not something I've thought about a lot. I've read a few books and I've watched some movies, but I knew it wouldn't be the same.

Could I do that? Would I be able to trust Stephen to take care of me while I'm tied up?

“Would you hurt me?”

“You know I'd never do that baby.”

“Can I tie you up first and-”

“No.” The word was cold and hard.

Confusion filled me when Stephen completely pulled away from me. He removed his hand and placed it back on the steering wheel. He was tense and his face was extremely pale.

Unfastening my seatbelt, I slid across the seat towards him. I gently placed my hand on his arm which caused his body to jerk.

“Don't touch me,” he snarled, pulling away from my touch. “Just don't fucking touch me.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat. Sliding back to my seat, I pressed my body against the door. A tear dropped down my cheek and I quickly wiped it away. This was the first time he talked to me like that.

What did I do? My forehead slammed against the window when the truck swerved off the road. I gripped the door handle tightly when he hit the brakes.

My body jerked forward but I thankfully managed to prevent any further injuries. Stephen pushed open his door and got out. He slammed the door shut before making his way around the truck.

I watch with blurry eyes as he started kicking a tree. When he started using his fist I finally forced my body into action.

“S-stop!” I yelled as I stepped towards him. “Stephen stop! Please!” I gripped his arm as I yelled at him.

I managed to grip both his arms and force him to step backwards. His body was shaking just as bad as mine. I risked a glance up at his face and what I saw made my knees buckle. His green depths were filled with fear, pain and anger.

“S-Stephen?” He blinked, once then twice.

“Alia,” he breathed.

And then his lips were on mine. Hard and urgent. His hands pressed me tightly against his shaking body. He made a noise in the back of his throat that sounded like a whimper. Stephen gripped my thighs and hoisted me against him. I gripped his shoulders as he started moving. Seconds later my back hit the side of the truck.

His lips trailed down my neck as his hands pushed the dress up. I gasped as he ripped my panties from my body, and then his fingers were there. Teasing, stroking and making me explode twice.

I was floating so high that I didn't realize what he was doing until it was too late.

The flash of pain was the first thing that broke through my pleasure fogged brain. Stephen grunted against my ear. My fingers dug into his shoulders as I fought to catch my breath. Pain flashed through me making me whimper.

“Stephen,” I whispered. “You're hurting m-me.” 

For a while I thought he didn't hear me, but then he stopped moving. His whole body froze and then tensed. I could feel his harsh breath fanning the side of my neck. His hands squeezed my ass briefly and then he pulled back. His lips brushed my jaw, my nose and then my cheeks. He was kissing away my tears. One of his hands moved from under my dress and up my back to my neck. Then his lips closed over mine. They merely brushed mine before disappearing.

“Alia,” he whispered. “Look at me baby.”

I shook my head as more tears dropped. He promised me it would be special.

“Let me go,” I finally got out.

I forced my fingers to loosen his shirt, and then I pressed my hands against his chest. I opened my eyes and glared at me. “Let me fucking go Stephen.”

“I'm sorry.” His hand slid down to my back as he slowly pulled back.

I winced as he pulled out of me. He slowly set me down on my feet but kept his hands on my hips. Something trailed down my thigh. I glanced down. My eyes widened when I saw the blood trailing down on the inside of my thigh. Stephen cursed under his breath. He pulled open the door and fumbled inside the truck.

A minute later he reappeared with a pack of wet wipes. I stood silently as he wiped the blood away. His actions from a few minutes ago had scared me and left me shocked.

“Lift your leg baby,” he ordered softly.

I silently obeyed his order and watched as he pulled a pair of boxers up my legs. I couldn't look him in the eyes, so after he stepped back, I stumbled into the truck. More tears continued to fall as I slammed the door shut and leaned against it. What he did was something I'll never forget.

He took my virginity at the side of the road.

How could he?