Beauty Within The Thorn

Chapter 1

Within the four walls of my home, almost all things sex related were considered taboo. I guess it’s to be expected, my parents marriage for the most part always hung by the edge of a knife. It’s hard to find truth to share about sex and intimacy, when you yourself are struggling with the concept. My mother on one end tried wholeheartedly to love my father. Sadly, between the alcohol and his demeaning attitude towards her, the damage became and ever growing chasm. In his mind lust and love were one of the very same. Often making my mother feel more like a piece of meat than a soul mate; often, this point made evident by his secretive indulgence in porn. Make no mistake, it wasn’t the porn that disappointed me. I would never dare be such a hypocrite and dirty the same cup from which I will later drink from. It was the idea that he never could find a good balance to love and value my mother the way she deserved. Their marriage created a rift within me concerning all things physical. I never dared ask my dad for advice on the matter, fearing it would lead me to become some sex crazed monster. On the other hand my mother poured her personal pains into her lessons; thus, making me paranoid to not cause pain to the opposite sex, so much so that I grew to avoid relationships altogether. The weight and responsibility of holding someone’s heart became too much to bear. So for the greater part of my youth I chose to remain abstinent, only ever having the capacity of friendship towards women.

My name is Alexander Cassius Drake. I tower above all mortals at an impressive 5’11, with dark raven hair that drapes over my shoulders(usually worn in a high bun). Im medium built, and although I don’t have a six pack like most story cliches, I am naturally strong. My eyes are a deep dark brown whose only merit comes through in daylight, where they tend to look like dark marbles capable of reflecting the world they see. I bear a small hairline scar on the right side of my forehead (from cracking my head open when i was 5) which I’m conscious about. Personality wise I tend to suffer from what some would call “resting bitch face” due to my stoic nature. Putting it plainly, God when he was busy creating the rest of the Earth hit the Plain White Vanilla button when he created me. Good thing this story isn’t about me though, but about a girl named Amber Rose Blackwell.

Apart from occasional milking sessions fueled by the sexual concoctions of my teenage mind, I’ve only ever had theories of what intimacy was supposed to be. Singlehandedly she tore my world open, showing me that theories without experimentation remain just that, theories. In retrospect, every cum filled sock from stroking my inexperienced ego I’ve come to amount to nothing compared to the euphoria she made me experience.

How did this all begin? Excellent question. This story begins just before the ring of the 3rd period bell.

Johnathan and I were making our way to health class moving past the hordes of cliques and couples.

“You see that Gunther video I sent ya? I tell ya it will change your life!”, he pried with a mischievous smile, putting extra emphasis on the “change your life” bit.

“Hell no. Everything you ever send me is weird John. I’m still scarred by that up-butt coconut one,” I replied with annoyance.

“Oh come on!! You know you into it….Ya know… the whole stuff up your butt part-“

“Fuck you!” I cut him off half choking from me holding back the urge to laugh. “Fine let me see it. How much weirder can things get between us.”

As we finally arrived at the doorway of Health and Development class, he begins pulling out his phone. Now, why we thought it was a good idea to stand at the very doorway blocking the entrance is beyond me. If there ever was such a thing as fate or a shit idea, this single moment in time would definitely fit their descriptions. As he brought his phone eye level in between us to play the video, a fellow asshole (whose name to this day I curse) decided it would be a good idea to pants me in an attempt to get us to move out of the way. As my cheap Walmart kaki shorts came down, my dear idiot of a friend presses play on Gunther’s Ding Dong Song.

“Ooooooooh you touch my tralala!!!! Yea, my ding ding dong!” blasted from the phone at what I assume was the highest volume setting. At that moment I learned three crucial life facts:

1. Never allow Johnathan Manning to show you any youtube videos. They are a curse and ruin lives.

2. Never block an entrance or exit. Except to leave the person who publicly humiliates you blocked off during a fire.

3. Never wear tighty whities. Ever. Invest in briefs. It’s visually more appealing.

Needless to say all eyes were on me. The laughter bellowing from the hall and inside the class seemed endless. Sparing no time, I quickly picked both my pants along with my dignity up off the floor; thus, beginning my walk of shame towards my desk. I didn’t bother making eye contact and kept my gaze directed at the floor. No need to add insult to injury by engraving the many faces of mockery and malice to memory. Once I reached my seat, all I could do was sit there looking like someone who just had received a lobotomy. Nothing but that embarrassing moment registered, each time it replayed, my cheeks would burn intensely. I guess that’s why I didn’t bother acknowledging the new girl sitting beside me. She fashioned a smirk across her face; fiddling with her phone with intense concentration. Within my soul a sigh of relief at the thought that at least one person was blissfully unaware of what had just happened to me.

“Sooooo…I take it you’re circumcised huh?”, she whispered to me without even bothering to look up from her phone.

“…..you…you saw?”, I replied turning to face her in an eerie manner that seemed like a robot suffering from a short circuit.

“Saw it? Ha! I took pictures.” A devious smile now plastered on her face replacing the subtle smirk.

“Moments like that must be treasured. One does not simply get pantsed and goes forgotten.”(Props to her for the Lord of The Rings reference)

She then proceeded to turn the phone towards me, shedding light on the “painstaking” task which I had noticed her so preoccupied with. At this point she made sure to look directly at me ensuring every micro expression on my face could be savored. Sure enough though, there I was, rocking my tighty whities with a deer in the headlights look to compliment.

“Don’t look so down. My dad is the only other man I’ve know that could sport whities with such confidence.”

As if the old man reference wasn’t enough of an execution shot to my self-esteem , she then proceeded to scroll sideways revealing the next masterpiece. Now I will admit that her photography skills were as they say “fire”. The ability to capture a moment so crisp and clear even though it happened within seconds is impressive. Imagine this if you can. Me bent over with my shorts in hand, eyes closed from a poor timed blink; in addition, mouth gaped open from the shock, and lastly ass popped out gracing all behind me with a full moon. It literally looked like I took a dick and couldn’t handle it.

“That second one is my favorite! You my friend have been blessed by the ass gods.” The ear to ear smile persisted on her face now bordering demonic in nature.

“We are not friends..please erase them…”, I pleaded. My face remaining stern for the sake of posture and emphasis.

The response from her that followed consisted of a demeanor and attitude change that made me realize one fundamental fact about this girl: she was indifferent and dangerous, with little to no remorse.

“Make me…although let’s be honest… we both know you don’t have it in you to do anything about it.”

She stared directly into my eyes, never once blinking, as if waiting to see if I’d challenge the taunt; however, though the moment was filled with intensity, past the anger my heart began beating rapidly for another reason. As I stared back, I had finally come to the realization that before me was a beautiful creature. If I had to guess probably 5’6,  with smooth burgundy hair that curled at the ends, and easily went down halfway to her back. Complexion wise she was pale and smooth with freckles adorning what seemed to be her entire body. Blush pink lips that were well defined, sleek, and glossy from the lip balm she used. Without debate all of it worthy of admiration, yet it all paled in comparison to her eyes. Time may not stop for no man, but in that one moment I wish it had. Those eyes were beyond reproach. The outer ring crafted of dark green with hints of brown that made them seem like the soul and essence of Earth. The Iris itself fashioned a dark to light sky blue ombre; moreover, with dedication one could make out slashes of gold stemming from the pupil. Eyes like those were made with the undeniable purpose of reminding anyone who looked upon them, that there is beauty to be found in the world. Sadly, they also grounded me back to the reality of how basic and bleak I actually was.

“…..nevermind”, I whispered in a voice that died off as I turned to face forward.

Now I may be wrong, as I was turning though, I could have sworn for a split second I saw sadness across her face. Did it consist of regret for kicking me while I was already down? Was I simply that pathetic as a whole? If i’m honest my money is on the latter of the two; regardless, allow me to introduce Amber Rose Blackwell. The girl who from that day held my mind, heart, and sexuality in her soulless ginger hands.