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Pat held her hand tightly, leading her through the crowd of couples toward the keg, where he poured two cups full.
Taking hers, she let him lead her down to a quiet spot just beyond the perimeter of cars. There, he spread his lettermans jacket down on the ground and motioned for her to sit down.
"I couldnt believe it when I first saw you," Pat said, sitting close to her, sipping his beer. "Youre the prettiest girl ever to live in this town. All the guys want you. "
"But you got me," she said, smiling at him. It felt as if she were falling into his dark eyes.
He took a big drink of his beer, practically finishing it, then he set it down and kissed her.
Other guys had kissed her before; mostly they were fumbling, nervous attempts made during a slow dance. This was different. Pats mouth was like magic. She sighed happily, whispering his name. When he drew back, he was staring at her with pure, sunshiny love in his eyes. "Im glad youre here. "
"Me, too. "
He finished off his beer and got up. "I need more brew. "
They were in line at the keg when he frowned at her. "Hey, you arent drinking. I thought you were cool with partying. "
"I am. " She smiled nervously. Shed never really drank before, but he wouldnt like her if she acted like a nerd, and she was desperate for him to want her. "Bottoms up," she said, tilting the plastic tumbler to her lips and drinking the whole amount without stopping. When she finished, she couldnt help burping and giggling.
"Far out," he said, nodding, pouring two more beers.
The second one wasnt so bad, and by the third beer Tully had completely lost her sense of taste. When Pat brought out a bottle of Annie Green Springs wine, she guzzled some of that, too. For almost an hour, they sat on his jacket, tucked close together, drinking and talking. She didnt know any of the people he talked about, but that didnt matter. What mattered was the way he looked at her, the way he held her hand.
"Come on," he whispered, "lets dance. "
She felt woozy when she stood up. Her balance was off and she kept stumbling during their dance. Finally, she fell down altogether. Pat laughed, took her hand to pull her up, and led her to a dark, romantic spot in the trees. Giggling, she hobbled awkwardly behind him, gasping when he took her in his arms and kissed her.
It felt so good; made her blood feel tingly and hot. She pressed up against him like a cat, loving the way he was making her feel. Any minute he was going to draw back and look down at her and say, I love you, just like Ryan ONeal in Love Story.
Maybe Tully would even call him preppie when she said it back to him. Their song would be "Stairway to Heaven. " Theyd tell people they met while—
His tongue slipped into her mouth, pressing hard, sweeping around like some kind of alien probe. Suddenly it didnt feel good anymore, didnt feel right. She tried to say, Stop, but her voice had no sound; he was sucking up all her air.
His hands were everywhere: up her back, around her side, plucking at her bra, trying to undo it. She felt it come free with a sickening little pop. And then he was touching her boob.
"No . . . " she whimpered, trying to push his hands away. This wasnt what she wanted. She wanted love, romance, magic. Someone to love her. Not . . . this. "No, Pat, dont—"
"Come on, Tully. You know you want it. " He pushed her back and she stumbled, fell to the ground hard, hitting her head. For a second, her vision blurred. When it cleared, he was on his knees, between her legs. He held both her hands in one of his, pinning her to the ground.
"Thats what I like," he said, pushing her legs apart.
Shoving her top up, he stared down at her naked chest. "Oh, yeah . . . " He cupped one breast, tweaked her nipple hard. His other hand slipped into her pants, beneath her underwear.
"Stop. Please . . . " Tully tried desperately to get free, but her wriggling only seemed to excite him.
Between her legs, his fingers probed her hard, moving inside her. "Come on, baby, let yourself like it. "
She felt herself starting to cry. "Dont—"
"Oh, yeah . . . " He covered her body with his, pressed her into the wet grass.
She was crying so hard now she could taste her own tears, but he didnt seem to care. His kisses were something else now—slobbering, sucking, biting; it hurt, but not as much as his belt, hitting her stomach when he pulled it off, or his penis, ramming—
She squeezed her eyes shut as pain ripped between her legs, scraped her insides.
Then, suddenly, it was over. He rolled off her, lay beside her, holding her close, kissing her cheek as if what hed just done to her had been love.
"Hey, youre crying. " He gently smoothed the hair away from her face. "Whats the matter? I thought you wanted it. "
