Chapter 2: Anthony

Have you ever thought that you could ever love someone so much? Even if that person does whatever it takes to change their past? Well, there’s one person in particular that comes to my mind when I ask myself those questions: Guinevere. Right now, I hold her in my arms as we watch the latest movie that has just come out: When A Man Loves A Woman. It came out last month, and I had been meaning to watch it with Guinevere. I should correct myself here, she’s asked her friends to call her by the name of Genny - she claims it fits her better. But I’ll call her by whatever name she wants me to call her, even though she will always be Guinevere to me. Guinevere pulls up the red knitted blanket on us as I stroke my hand through her aquamarine hair. 23 months ago, her hair was different shades of blue, with aquamarine at the bottom with navy/indigo blue hair at the top. Now, all of it is aquamarine, and pulled back into a short, low ponytail. She dyed her hair in February of 1993. “Are you okay?” I ask her as she pulls herself into my white shirt. “I like the movie...” She had let out from underneath her pale hand. 

I pull her in as I kiss her forehead. Oh I love her. I’ve been meaning to tell her for a while now. In fact, I’ve been meaning to tell her ever since last year when we met up in January. I had to call her and tell her the truth about Logan’s brother - Luke Patterson. I still remember the day as if it happened yesterday. I had entered the school entrance door, turned a straight right, and after the office on my right, which was near the high school gym, turned left into the cafeteria. Logan was sitting at the ledge that was in the corner, near the sliding door back entrance of a wall for the library. I remember putting my dark black school bag on the countertop and pulling up a stool beside him. He was staring at his pager as he was crying. However, you could tell he was trying to hide the tears behind his blue eyes. “Apparently I have a twin brother”, I remember him letting out a rather shaky voice. You could hear the tremble as light as day. Wearing the Soundgarden hoodie that he won from the concert, he looked like he just wanted to hide himself behind the greyness of it all - one pull on the threads, and his face would disappear from the room. “How did you find out?” I remember stuttering in shock. “Through Maverick - he had got a call from Luke, because apparently Maverick was mistaken as a person that goes by the name of Reggie Peters”, Logan had told me, taking the hoodie off his face. He seemed like he just wanted to disappear from the world. If not the world, then at least the school.  

“However, that’s not the worst part,” Logan added on. I personally thought he had finished his sentence. I thought that the twin part would shock him, but apparently something else was eating him. “That’s not the worst part?” I remember raising my voice towards him. “It’s not. The worst part is that he’s gone missing,” Logan had told me. I couldn’t take it, so I got up from the stool, grabbed my school bag that was on the ledge and walked straight to Guinevere, who had just entered the cafeteria near the dance studio entrance. I remember when I walked up to her, I really took in account what was in front of me. A beautiful, short wavy brown-haired, hazel eyed woman, who was wearing a short black sleeveless dress that wrapped around the neck. “What is it?” I remember her asking me. I had got so lost in those hazel eyes of hers. On a good day, you could get lost in them as if you were staring at an ocean, waiting for the waves to take you over and bring you into the depthness of it all. Without saying anything, I just leaned in and kissed her on the lips, trying to grasp them as if they were the only lips I ever needed. It was the perfect time to tell her that I loved her, but I never did. The only thing I did was walk away, messing up the perfect moment. But then again, was it perfect? Logan had told me he had a twin brother that had gone missing, and I should’ve told her, so she could help us find him. However, I don’t think Logan would’ve wanted to track him down. I even see him tell Maverick, who comforts him in a long hug. But that day was the last day I had seen Guinevere with short dark brown hair and glasses. However, I did call her later that day to tell her the news about Logan’s twin - hoping that she would tell her mother and they could try to locate him.

I remember the day after. Walking into that school, something had felt off about going in that day, especially since I ran into Logan in the cafeteria, who had claimed that he hadn’t seen Guinevere yet. When I entered the library - it was beside the humongous theatre that we have at our school with a hallway separating - I noticed an aquamarine-haired Guinevere, hiding behind a book at a table. She was avoiding me all morning, and I remember wanting to know why she did that. I found her reading Open Secrets by Alice Munro, a mystery book that I swore to myself that I was never going to read. It seemed too much like reality, and I didn’t want another reminder of the pain that reality has on us. “Guinevere?” I remember asking her, before grabbing the book out of her hands and putting it on the table that was in front of her. However, she didn’t bother to look at me. “I had just got to the part where she disappears,” I remember her muttering under her own breath so I could barely hear her. “What did you do to your hair?” I remember stuttering as I sat beside her. I didn’t want to come across as the superior boyfriend who wasn’t going to take silence for an answer. Instead of answering, she stared at my face, showing what she did: dyed her short hair aquamarine that had a purplish hue at the top, must’ve gotten lasik surgery followed by deep ocean blue contacts, and sparkly white eyeshadow that went with her red luscious lips. She was wearing a white knitted sweater that I remember her knitting the summer before, along with dark blue jeans that shaped her butt quite well. She had never looked so pretty. “I like the new look,” I remember telling her before leaning in and grasping those red lips of hers.

“Anthony?” Guinevere asks me. I got so lost in the memory, I had forgotten that I was actually with her the entire time. She was now running her hand through my blonde hair. “Sorry, I blanked out there,” I had told her. Now was the perfect moment to finally tell her how I truly felt. Taking the blanket off of me, I grabbed a small box from my left jean pocket. “What are you doing?” Guinevere asked me. “I want to give you something,” I told her as I opened the box, revealing a gold necklace that had a red rose with green leaves sticking out at the bottom. “I had seen it the other day, and it reminded me of you,” I had told her as I pulled her in closer to a hug. “I love it,” she had let out rather quietly. I wanted to put the necklace on her. She propped herself up on my lap, so I saw her braless back. She’s wearing a light aquamarine dress that drapes in the back, but the top part supports her breasts, so she doesn’t have to wear a bra. The dress does it for her. She gently pulls her aquamarine hair back, and as I gently touch the right side of her neck, doing the necklace up for her, I kiss her on the neck ever so softly that it makes her moan, turning her on. 

Turning her around to face me, I take into account what's in front of me. Her eyes, those deep ocean blue eyes, those were the eyes that you could get lost in forever. I wanted to get lost in those ocean eyes. Captivate me and take me into your ocean. Swim me to the depths of your soul, where I kiss the bedrock of it all. Those lips. Her red, simple yet gorgeous lips - like an apple that is waiting to be bitten, soft and warm on the inside, yet you know that she likes it rough on the exterior. She may seem like the apple on a hot summer day, yet most days, like tonight, she’s more like an ocean - step into her world, her soul, and she’ll whisk you far away into her fantasy world. To me, her fantasy world is full of magic and mystery. She undoes her dress from the back, revealing those mysterious breasts that I have wanted to see for a long time. They’re just the right size, like when you’ve come across the perfect wave for surfing, not too big, not too small. They almost feel like you’re grabbing a big orange, ripe for the taking. Even the nipple is like an orange. It may not be as big as the breast, but it tastes just as good. They are even nice and round, especially when you squeeze them. Oh Guinevere!

I lie her down on the sofa on my right, and as I watch those breasts flatten to the sides, I sit up, gently caressing her legs as I spread them apart for that juicy pussy of hers. Bringing my hands down her legs ever so softly, I reach for those white lace panties of hers, grasping the ends with my fingers as I take them off and placing them behind me. With the panties off, I spread the legs apart even more, feasting my eyes on Guinevere’s hairy pussy - with pieces of hair folded in here and there. I gently tease the pubic hair as I use my other hand to undo my jeans, grabbing my penis from behind my tight black calvin klein underwear. Pulling myself even closer to her, I slowly start to insert myself into her, not thinking about wearing a condom.

Oh fuck! Guinevere feels so good! I continue to insert myself back into her as she moans out in delight. I never want this feeling to end. Going a little faster into her, she feels so wet, I feel I may have an orgasm and cum inside of her. Her pussy is wet, my penis is about to explode with goodness, that I don’t want to stop. I even feel her hands on my shoulders as I rest on top of her. But I don’t know if she’s trying to keep me on her or push me off. She is applying pressure of some kind, but I don’t know which one she’s giving. I really thought she was enjoying it - she was moaning with me. Unless she was faking all of that. I just want to cum inside of her. Her pussy feels too good, I’m not getting off of her just yet. In fact, I’m just about to have an orgasm inside of her. Okay penis, do your work. It’s almost there. Oh fuck…

Wait a minute, Guinevere just pushed me off of her. Staring at those ocean eyes again, you could tell that they weren’t the calm waters I saw before. These eyes were different. These eyes were a raging storm rolling over tsunami waves. “I’m sorry if I did something to you,” I had let out while she had zipped up her dress, staring away from me. I felt a guilt grow inside of me - did I hurt her? I told myself that I would never do that to anyone, especially her. I try to reach for her arm as she tries to find her panties, which she thought were on the floor, but had let out a rather furious, “Don’t touch me”. I don’t want to believe that I had hurt her, I know that’s not me. Placing my face on my hands, I look away for a minute to think about what just happened. Did I rape Guinevere? I never asked for her consent nor asked if she was okay with it. But she never said no or to tell me to stop. 

“Anthony, it’s okay. It’s not your fault,” Guinevere tells me as she reaches for my hand covering my face, propping herself up on the sofa facing me. “Is it something I did?” I asked, my voice trembling. I didn’t want to believe that I had hurt her. “It’s not you, it’s me,” she tells me as she pulls my right hand away from my face and pulls herself into my shirt. I clap my right hand onto my lap, gesturing to Guinevere that she can sit there. However, instead of sitting on it, she pressed her head further into my shirt, and I wrapped my arms around her. “So, you don’t see that as rape?” I asked her. I had no choice but to ask. I had no control over myself. Guinevere may have been my first, but I don’t want my first to be the first time I can’t control myself. Who knows what I would end up doing next time I have sex? No. I don’t want to be thinking that. Guinevere would tell me if I did something wrong or if she wanted me to stop. “I don’t see it as it,” she told me, even though it looked like she was about to cry rain over her ocean. Pulling her face towards me, I finally see the tsunami waves disperse and the clouds roll over, only to reveal the rain settling in over the waves. Now was the perfect time for me to tell her. “I promise I’ll be careful next time,” I started, while pulling her hair back so I could stare deep into her ocean. “Please be careful with the word - promise”, she had cut off. “Okay. But I really feel that way, because I love you. Guinevere, if I was supposed to end up with anyone, it’s you,” I finally told her. I truly believe that Guinevere and I are meant to be. Why else would her parents be friends with mine? It’s so that Guinevere and I will come together one day, fall in love, and grow old with one another. 

“Thank you. You have no idea how much that means to me,” she tells me, grasping onto my left hand with hers, taking my hand, and allowing me to touch her lips. Those lips. They look just like they did that same day I found her in the library: luscious and full of life. Guinevere is so pretty that she could stop traffic. She could even stop war if she was able to - I know her well enough to state that. Leaning in, I grasp onto those lips one more time before I embrace her in my arms. I never wanted to let go of her. Guinevere has no idea of how much love she has in her life. She truly has no idea. Everyone around her loves her, yet most days she doesn’t see that. I want to be that person that shows the love that’s around her. She touches the necklace that I gave her, and she leans in for another kiss, embracing the apple side of her. There’s so much to Guinevere, it’s impossible to describe her. Once you get to know her, you love her. It doesn’t matter if it takes time or it’s her friends, but everyone in her life eventually falls in love with her. 

Guinevere is the best woman to love. She loves to cuddle and give gifts. I know she loves giving gifts. She once gave me a Christmas present that I’ve sworn to myself that I’m keeping. She knitted a red hat and scarf to match for me - she makes her gifts with love, and only gives those gifts to those who she loves. So if anyone basically ever gets a gift from her that she made herself, I would tell them to hold on to her. And if you’re lucky enough, she’ll be the best thing that you ever have - I’m glad I have her in my life. 

I see her dad come down the stairs to us. Guinevere moves herself away from me, but she keeps the red blanket on her. “What are you two lovebirds doing?” Daniel asks us. If I’m going to be honest, I would much prefer it if he didn’t make jokes about us, unless he actually knew about Guinevere and I. But I don’t think they know, so it must’ve been a joke. “Not much,” Guinevere tells him, looking up at him. “What movie were you guys watching?” He asks us as he sits on the armrest of the sofa. “Just a random movie that was on TV”, Guinevere tells him. You could see the spark in Daniel’s blue eyes that Guinevere has. She has her lips and former eyes from her mom, but her beauty comes from both. 

“We’re about to leave,” Daniel tells her. “Okay,” she had let out, grabbing her white purse that was on the dark grey ottoman in front of us. “Bye Anthony,” she had told me before standing up from the sofa and heading up the stairs with her father and heading home, leaving her white lace panties on the sofa beside me.