A/N- This is my first Lizzie Maguire story. I should warn you that this is
rated R for Sexual content. I started to watch Lizzie when my 12-year-old
friend made me one day, and I have ever since. I do not own any of these
characters, nor do I wish I did, cuz I could never do them justice. I'd
appreciate it if you would review for me. Thank you Muchly.
Cheers,
Lisden
******* He didn't want to. He knew he shouldn't. It was just that she looked so damn good and vulnerable, standing there in front of him.
"Please, Gordo." She begged. Gordo tore his eyes away from Lizzie's and glanced around his room. It was a nice room, if he did say so himself. But, damn. There she was. Still standing there. He sighed.
"Listen, Lizzie. You don't want to do this. You don't want me to do this to you." Gordo emphasized, crossing his arms. Lizzie narrowed her eyes.
"Yes I do, Gordo. Listen, when I found out that you weren't a virgin any more, I didn't judge you, did I? I mean when you stood there, blushing and told me and Miranda that you slept with that girl you were with, we didn't say 'Gosh, Gordo. You're way too young to do something like that', did we?" Lizzie demanded. Gordo was impatient.
"No, you didn't, and I don't see what this has to do with anything." He remarked.
"It has to do with the fact that we've always been there for eachother. And now I need you to be there for me." Lizzie said quietly. Gordo shook his head.
"I'm not going to fuck you, Lizzie. Since when does taking the virginity of a person mean being there for them? You're young."
"And you're not!?" Lizzie shouted, frustrated.
"Yah, I am. And what I did was wrong. I shouldn't have slept with that girl." Gordo argued.
"Do you regret it?" Lizzie countered, quietly.
"What?" Gordo asked, running his hand through his hair, nervously.
"Do you regret it?" She repeated.
"Well, I shouldn't have...I can't really...it's just that..." Gordo stammered.
"Gordo." Lizzie stopped him, "Tell me the truth."
"No." Gordo admitted. He couldn't help it. He couldn't lie to her. He didn't regret having sex. After his first time was over, things had only gotten better. He had slept with alot of girls since then, not that he'd ever tell Lizzie that, and they had all been bliss. Gordo picked up his hacky-sack off his desk, as Lizzie exclaimed,
"AHA! I knew it! I knew it, Gordo! So, please. Do this for me. Fuck me, get my first time over with, so I don't have to be so nervous when I go meet with Jeremy. Please." Gordo ignored her. He was doing a pretty good job of it, too. Lizzie got pissed at him, and decided to take it one step further. She took off her shirt, and tossed it to the floor. Gordo looked up.
"Lizzie..." He started to argue, but she silenced him by crushing her lips to his. She ran her tongue across his mouth, challenging his lips to open. Gordo couldn't help it. He opened his mouth and let her tongue in, caressing it with his own. God, her mouth was so hot, and it felt to good. Without noticing, he brought his hand up to her breast and lightly fingered a nipple. Lizzie gasped, and Gordo remembered what he was doing and pushed her away. Lizzie sat down on his bed, panting hard.
"Lizzie, this isn't right!" Gordo insisted, trying to catch his breath. Lizzie stuck out her bottom lip. Gordo found this adorable. While he had been kissing her, he had realized just how much he felt for her. The tightness of his pants was proof of just how much more than her friend he wanted to be. Lizzie noticed it, too.
"Not very convincing, Gordo," She replied with a small smile, standing up and walking toward him. She put her face right up close to his, and this time, he didn't push her, or back away. Carefully watching his reaction, she slowly brought her hand down and stroked the bulge in his jeans. Gordo closed his eyes and bit his bottom lip, as Lizzie fingers continued to stroke. The motion and the feeling of the material against him, made Gordo moan and lean back against the wall. Lizzie smiled sweetly.
"Gordo, your parents aren't home. We're all alone in your room, I want to do it, and, hey... we've got proof that I turn you on. What do you say?" Lizzie asked, removing her hand from between Gordo's legs. He swallowed hard, and opened his eyes, pushing himself away from the wall with one arm. He gripped Lizzie by the shoulders and fixed his eyes on hers.
"Alright, Lizzie. If we do this, we do it by my terms. There's no going back, no changing your mind, no stopping. You have to listen to me, and you can NEVER hold it against me. You can't ever be mad if it's not what you thought it would be, and you can NEVER tell Miranda." Gordo insisted. Lizzie nodded, and stood there, as if waiting to see what would happen. Ok, it's now or never, Gordo thought to himself, no turning back. He grabbed Lizzie around the waist, pulled her to him, and kissed her hard. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back. She such a great kisser, Gordo thought, as she sucked his tongue into her mouth. After a few moments, Gordo pulled his lips away from hers and kissed a trail across her jawbone. Lizzie dropped her head back to give him easier access to her neck, and he started to suck the soft skin there. When he unclasped Lizzie's bra, she started to blush a little. Gordo kept his eyes locked on hers as the bra fell to the floor, and he began to lightly run his fingers across her nipples. Moments later, he replaced his fingers with his mouth. Lizzie's eyes widened, and her knees began to get weak as she swooned. Gordo helped her to the bed. He set her down, and she watched him as he pulled off his shirt. She lay back on the bed, and Gordo got on, too, on all fours, above her. He watched her stare up at him for a moment, before kissing her deeply. She could have kissed him forever, but he pulled away, and began doing other things that gave her so much pleasure, she thought she might die.
*******
When it was over, and they were both spent, they lay in the bed. Gordo didn't regret it, not exactly. He was sorry that he couldn't have done anything when she had felt pain. He was sorry that she hadn't known what to expect when he had pleasured her so slowly that it was torture. He wrapped his arms around Lizzie, as if he were protecting her. She was his best friend, and though they were the same age, he was glad he had been the one to show her what it was like. He certainly didn't trust this "Jeremy" guy to do it. He kissed her on the forehead, and she sighed.
"Are you Ok?" He whispered. She opened her eyes with a smile.
"I'll be so much better once you stop asking me that." Lizzie told him. She felt weird and sore. But it wasn't Gordo's fault. She knew that there had been nothing he could do to help that. He had shown her something that she would treasure for the rest of her life, and he had made it extremely enjoyable while he was doing it.
"I love you, Lizzie. You know that, right?" He had muttered to her, during it. She had only been able to nod. She loved him, too, and she would forever be grateful.
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The End
A/N- Hope you liked it, I know it's only short, and if enough people liked it I might write more.
******* He didn't want to. He knew he shouldn't. It was just that she looked so damn good and vulnerable, standing there in front of him.
"Please, Gordo." She begged. Gordo tore his eyes away from Lizzie's and glanced around his room. It was a nice room, if he did say so himself. But, damn. There she was. Still standing there. He sighed.
"Listen, Lizzie. You don't want to do this. You don't want me to do this to you." Gordo emphasized, crossing his arms. Lizzie narrowed her eyes.
"Yes I do, Gordo. Listen, when I found out that you weren't a virgin any more, I didn't judge you, did I? I mean when you stood there, blushing and told me and Miranda that you slept with that girl you were with, we didn't say 'Gosh, Gordo. You're way too young to do something like that', did we?" Lizzie demanded. Gordo was impatient.
"No, you didn't, and I don't see what this has to do with anything." He remarked.
"It has to do with the fact that we've always been there for eachother. And now I need you to be there for me." Lizzie said quietly. Gordo shook his head.
"I'm not going to fuck you, Lizzie. Since when does taking the virginity of a person mean being there for them? You're young."
"And you're not!?" Lizzie shouted, frustrated.
"Yah, I am. And what I did was wrong. I shouldn't have slept with that girl." Gordo argued.
"Do you regret it?" Lizzie countered, quietly.
"What?" Gordo asked, running his hand through his hair, nervously.
"Do you regret it?" She repeated.
"Well, I shouldn't have...I can't really...it's just that..." Gordo stammered.
"Gordo." Lizzie stopped him, "Tell me the truth."
"No." Gordo admitted. He couldn't help it. He couldn't lie to her. He didn't regret having sex. After his first time was over, things had only gotten better. He had slept with alot of girls since then, not that he'd ever tell Lizzie that, and they had all been bliss. Gordo picked up his hacky-sack off his desk, as Lizzie exclaimed,
"AHA! I knew it! I knew it, Gordo! So, please. Do this for me. Fuck me, get my first time over with, so I don't have to be so nervous when I go meet with Jeremy. Please." Gordo ignored her. He was doing a pretty good job of it, too. Lizzie got pissed at him, and decided to take it one step further. She took off her shirt, and tossed it to the floor. Gordo looked up.
"Lizzie..." He started to argue, but she silenced him by crushing her lips to his. She ran her tongue across his mouth, challenging his lips to open. Gordo couldn't help it. He opened his mouth and let her tongue in, caressing it with his own. God, her mouth was so hot, and it felt to good. Without noticing, he brought his hand up to her breast and lightly fingered a nipple. Lizzie gasped, and Gordo remembered what he was doing and pushed her away. Lizzie sat down on his bed, panting hard.
"Lizzie, this isn't right!" Gordo insisted, trying to catch his breath. Lizzie stuck out her bottom lip. Gordo found this adorable. While he had been kissing her, he had realized just how much he felt for her. The tightness of his pants was proof of just how much more than her friend he wanted to be. Lizzie noticed it, too.
"Not very convincing, Gordo," She replied with a small smile, standing up and walking toward him. She put her face right up close to his, and this time, he didn't push her, or back away. Carefully watching his reaction, she slowly brought her hand down and stroked the bulge in his jeans. Gordo closed his eyes and bit his bottom lip, as Lizzie fingers continued to stroke. The motion and the feeling of the material against him, made Gordo moan and lean back against the wall. Lizzie smiled sweetly.
"Gordo, your parents aren't home. We're all alone in your room, I want to do it, and, hey... we've got proof that I turn you on. What do you say?" Lizzie asked, removing her hand from between Gordo's legs. He swallowed hard, and opened his eyes, pushing himself away from the wall with one arm. He gripped Lizzie by the shoulders and fixed his eyes on hers.
"Alright, Lizzie. If we do this, we do it by my terms. There's no going back, no changing your mind, no stopping. You have to listen to me, and you can NEVER hold it against me. You can't ever be mad if it's not what you thought it would be, and you can NEVER tell Miranda." Gordo insisted. Lizzie nodded, and stood there, as if waiting to see what would happen. Ok, it's now or never, Gordo thought to himself, no turning back. He grabbed Lizzie around the waist, pulled her to him, and kissed her hard. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back. She such a great kisser, Gordo thought, as she sucked his tongue into her mouth. After a few moments, Gordo pulled his lips away from hers and kissed a trail across her jawbone. Lizzie dropped her head back to give him easier access to her neck, and he started to suck the soft skin there. When he unclasped Lizzie's bra, she started to blush a little. Gordo kept his eyes locked on hers as the bra fell to the floor, and he began to lightly run his fingers across her nipples. Moments later, he replaced his fingers with his mouth. Lizzie's eyes widened, and her knees began to get weak as she swooned. Gordo helped her to the bed. He set her down, and she watched him as he pulled off his shirt. She lay back on the bed, and Gordo got on, too, on all fours, above her. He watched her stare up at him for a moment, before kissing her deeply. She could have kissed him forever, but he pulled away, and began doing other things that gave her so much pleasure, she thought she might die.
*******
When it was over, and they were both spent, they lay in the bed. Gordo didn't regret it, not exactly. He was sorry that he couldn't have done anything when she had felt pain. He was sorry that she hadn't known what to expect when he had pleasured her so slowly that it was torture. He wrapped his arms around Lizzie, as if he were protecting her. She was his best friend, and though they were the same age, he was glad he had been the one to show her what it was like. He certainly didn't trust this "Jeremy" guy to do it. He kissed her on the forehead, and she sighed.
"Are you Ok?" He whispered. She opened her eyes with a smile.
"I'll be so much better once you stop asking me that." Lizzie told him. She felt weird and sore. But it wasn't Gordo's fault. She knew that there had been nothing he could do to help that. He had shown her something that she would treasure for the rest of her life, and he had made it extremely enjoyable while he was doing it.
"I love you, Lizzie. You know that, right?" He had muttered to her, during it. She had only been able to nod. She loved him, too, and she would forever be grateful.
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The End
A/N- Hope you liked it, I know it's only short, and if enough people liked it I might write more.