1.8 For the First Time

I very much apologize for the very long delay of this update! I know you all have said you understood why, but still I am deeply sorry. I always hate not being able to achieve my own private goals. Since I have been gone for so long, I have made this chapter a little lengthy. More words than pictures mainly. I plan for another update to come very soon as well. I hope you enjoy the chapter!

WARNING: This chapter contains a sexual scene. If you are under the age of 18 or are offended by naked Sims engaging in sexual activities, then I advise you to not read any further.

Credit: The poses are the Zatura poses by Skylar Arden. The house was made by me and is currently not available for download, but if you would like to download it, ask me. 🙂

 It was a beautiful day. The kind of day that invited you out for a brisk walk or a light jog. The kind of day that enticed you to take advantage of the things you have been wanting to do the most, but never had time to do it on any other day. So I did just that. I walked and I walked and I walked until the soles of my feet began to ache. I took a break at Myrtle Beach, which was conveniently across the way from my street. The ocean breeze danced inside my nostrils, allowing my body to succumb to the peacefulness of the day. The mountainous view looked grand and hypnotizing against the blue waters. Yes, Cape Garner was the perfect choice. I did not miss Belle Harbor at all.  It was nice to get away from all of the drama and sadness for once.

I sat on the sea of pebbles and relished in the afternoon sunlight. I began to think about everything that had happened these past couple of years. After Blair’s suicide, it was hard for Declan and myself to stay in Belle Harbor. Too many bad memories consumed the entire city, thus it being a constant reminder of what happened. So Declan, being the handy carpenter that he was, fixed up his grandmother’s old house for me here in Cape Garner and was kind enough to rent it out to me for a very reasonable price. He reassured me that I would be safe here from all the city humdrum and can focus on having the baby. It was only a month after when I had the baby.

Max came the following Summer after Blair’s suicide. Weighing at 7 pounds, 9 ounces, he was the most beautifulest thing I’d ever seen. It was hard to tell whose features he would end up inheriting, but either way, he was mine and I loved him with all my being.  I would often sit in the comfy rocking chair that Declan had bought for me as a baby shower gift and watch the sleep overcome his dreary face as I would rock Max to sleep. Nothing I ever experienced could compare to the feeling I have for my son. It was then that I truly did not understand how any parent could have hatred towards their own child.

As I was lost in my reflections of the past events that had led me to here, my phone began to vibrate in my side jean pocket. I immediately rose up from the pebbly sand and took notice of the name that flashed against the screen. Declan. I found myself smiling when I heard his soft voice happily greeting me from the other line. “Hey sunshine! You up for some company a little later? Brook is dying for another play date.”

I laughed at his poor excuse to come over. “Yeah…I’m sure she is. I’m always up to seeing you guys. Come by in a couple of hours and I’ll have dinner ready.” He agreed and we ended the conversation at that. I wiped off the sand from my bottom and made my way back home.  An irritable teen waited anxiously at the front door for my arrival. Dammit, I forgot! “I’m so sorry, Laya. I lost track of time. I hope I’m not too late,” I said as I met her at on the porch. Laya was the captain of the cheerleading squad and never missed a practice. I would have hated for her to miss one because of me.

“Not by much,” she replied with a slight annoyance in her voice. “Practice doesn’t technically start for another fifteen minutes. If I go now, I can make it on time. See ya, Ms. Willow!” The typical cheerleader type from Cape Garner High waved goodbye and sprinted off down the street as if her ass was on fire. I sighed and smiled. Teenagers.

The house was clean and quiet when I stepped back into the house. A focused toddler sat in his playpen, determined to get all of his blocks on one side of the rack. “Hi, buddy!” I greeted. Max quickly turned his attention on me and smiled his cheeky grin; arms extended out for me to pick him up. I thought I felt my heart melt at that moment.

“Monsta, mama!” cried Max with excitement. I chuckled as I held my hand up in a claw-like form and began tickling his belly. His laughter quickly filled the room, causing me to laugh along with him.

“Now be good and play with your toys while Mommy goes outside and works for awhile.” I doused him with kisses and placed him back inside his playpen. Without a fuss, Max promptly went back to work on his blocks.

I went out to my backyard and began working on my small garden. With Max at home, it was hard finding work that could flex around my schedule. So I ended up doing side jobs all around town until I finally found work as a self-employed Farmer for the local market. The pay wasn’t always good, but it paid the bills. With a bunch of self-taught books, I was able to grow all kinds of fruits and vegetables and the grocer at the market was always thankful.

After spending some time harvesting all of my grown vegetables and fertilizing the planted ones, I immediately got to work in the kitchen with all of my homegrown ingredients. I wasn’t the best cook, but Declan and the kids seemed to like it, so I had no problem taking the time out to cook for them.

Declan and Brook arrived just in time for dinner. My chicken carbonera was a success and I was secretly relieved since I had never made it before. “This is very good!” exclaimed Declan, shoving forkfuls into his mouth. I giggled and thanked him. Silence had over taken the table for a few minutes and all I could hear were the clinging of our forks and the kids babbling on amongst each other in their chairs. Between forkfuls of pasta, I would occasionally glance over at Declan who seemed to have something on his mind.

“Is something the matter?” I asked him, concerned.

“No. Why?” he asked. Declan focused on his plate of food as he continued to eat in silence.

“You’re acting strange. Is your food really that interesting or do you just not want to talk about what’s bothering you?”

Declan sighed as he twirled his fork around in his hands. “Corrina, there’s something I have to tell you. I just don’t want you to hate me when I do.” He lowered his head to his plate with the fork still twirling in his hand.

“Dec, I could never hate you. Now what’s wrong?”

Declan glanced all around the house as if he were expecting spies lurking around the house. He then leaned in a little closer towards me and looked up at me with pleading eyes. “You know that night…That night Blair killed himself?” I nodded. “Well…hours before he died, I invited him over to my house and we had a few drinks. I was so mad at what he did to you that I…” His words drifted off in the air as he took a deep breath. His hands clenched into fists.

“That you what?” I asked, confused. Declan continued on to tell me what he did that night Blair killed himself. I couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of his mouth. I knew he was upset, but I never thought he would actually do something to him. As Declan continue to explain, I could feel myself becoming dizzy by the second. I tried to keep eating, but I was finding myself no longer hungry anymore. Declan sat in his chair and hung his head down. Silence filled the air once again. Even the babies were quiet as they were focused more on the piles of mush on their trays.

Feeling overwhelmed, I had to excuse myself from the table. I made my way to the backyard patio and thought about what Declan just told me. How could he have done that? I told him to leave it alone! I was furious for what he did, but at the same time, I couldn’t help but to feel a little glad he did what he did. I was starting to feel guilty feeling this way. What kind of person does that make me?

I had been outside for a half hour before I heard the patio door open and close from behind. “I went ahead and put them to bed. Brook is asleep in the playpen. I hope that’s okay.” I nodded without saying a word. I could tell by his footsteps that he was hesitant to approach me. “Corrina, please don’t hate me,” he said softly. He placed a hand on my shoulder and another hand onto my waist. I wanted to be mad at him for what he did, but I couldn’t find the words to say to him. I couldn’t look him in the eyes and tell him how disappointed I was because truthfully I wasn’t. Truthfully, I wanted to leap for joy and that was wrong. Very wrong.

“I don’t hate you,” I said softly, keeping my eyes on the street.

“I was just so angry with him. And after everything you’ve been through…I don’t want anybody hurting you again!” Sensing the passion and anger in his voice, I turned towards Declan. His eyes were pleading with mine as he stepped closer to me. “Please don’t be angry with me.” I told him I wasn’t angry with him and that I understood why he did it. There was one thing I have learned about Declan and that was that it was very hard to stay mad at him. Ever since I arrived here from Bridgeport, he’s always been there for me; providing me with everything I needed and wanted. He was a great father figure to Max also. I was really grateful for him because I knew if it wasn’t for him, I don’t know where I would be right now.

Declan didn’t take his eyes off of mine and then he slowly lifted his hands onto my waist. His stare was intense as he shifted his eyes between mine and my lips. I could feel my heart beating heavier and heavier as he slowly lowered his lips onto mine. The kiss was soft with our lips barely grazing one another. Declan then began to wrap his arms around my waist and pulled me in for a more passionate kiss.

There I was, completely naked and vulnerable right in front of him for the first time. His hands navigated every inch of my body when he pulled me on top of him. He gazed into my eyes the same way as he did when he first kissed me. He held onto my hips and slowly thrust himself inside of me repeatedly. The sensation of him was overwhelming and I let out a small cry. I then began to moan with pleasure as I gazed into his eyes and saw the hunger in his eyes. It was as if I was the only person in his world and suddenly, I felt more comfortable in my own skin.

The rest of the night was simply amazing and nothing that I had ever experienced before in my life. Declan was sweet and delicate with me as he knew my first sexual experience with Blair was traumatizing. I rested my head upon his chest as he gently rubbed my back and soon we both drifted off to sleep. I ached a little from the Declan’s thrusts when he pushed himself inside of me, but I didn’t care. I was overjoyed by our love-making. Our naked bodies stayed warm against each other all night as the cool night air flew its way through the open bedroom windows. That night, our souls met for the first time. That night was a night that I would never forget. I just hope I wasn’t making a big mistake. God, I hope not.