She had made it a habit of stopping by the Paper Lantern on the days that he closed. He had made it a habit to walk her home. Somewhere in the middle they had made it a habit to make out on her back porch before parting for the night. Tonight so far was no different. She had stopped by; Sue had guided her to her usual table. He had brought out her usual meal. She slowly ate and then helped him do any last minute cleaning before he said goodnight to the owners and locked the front door on their way out; flipping the open sign to closed.
She had immediately attached herself to his hand and they walked the dark streets to her house in relative silence. The closer they got the more excited she got.
"Something going on Hippy?" he finally asked, noticing her building excitement.
She looked at him sideways with a small mischievous smile. "My parents left for Austria today." She said as if she were noting the weather. "They won't be back for two weeks."
Warren blinked at that. Then he smiled an echo of hers. That meant that they would not have a time constraint on their 'exploring'. Layla had set her watch for two minutes before her father came home every night. When the watch went off, they broke off their mac session, usually in enough time to straighten themselves out and act as though he had just walked her to the door and said goodnight with a chaste kiss on to her hand.
"So what do you want to do?" he asked.
"I was thinking," she said airily, "we could watch a movie."
Warren scrunched his eyebrows in response…a movie?
"What movie?" he asked.
She smiled at him. "You'll just have to wait and see." She said.
He rolled his eyes at her and shook his head and they continued toward her house, which was now in site.
When they got there, they made their way to the back door as had become their habit. And as had become her habit, she immediately attached herself to his lips. They stood there for quite a while, she on the step, he on the walk, locked in a passionate kiss. Her arms were wrapped around his neck, hands buried in his hair. His arms were wrapped around her back. When he pulled away from her lips to explore her neck, she gently pushed him away. Confused he looked to her eyes to find them shining with anticipation. She was up to something.
"Let's go inside and watch that movie." She said smiling.
He arched an eyebrow, not terribly disturbed by her mood, and obediently followed her into the house.
She led him through the kitchen into the family room. She let go of his hand at the couch to go and close the blinds. He sat down on the couch and she went to put in a movie. He watched as she picked one and shoved it in the DVD player and nod in approval as it began to play. Then she turned around and walked to where he was sitting on the couch. Instead of sitting beside him, she chose to straddle him, surprising him. He didn't complain as she picked up where they had left off on the porch.
They had sat this way twice before on the chairs that adorned the back porch. Both times they had gotten closer to going further than a simple make out session.
She moaned into their kiss as his hands dropped to a more comfortable position on her thighs. She answered the motion by pressing her chest more firmly against him. He once again left her lips and began to explore her neck. She let out a soft moan of approval as she lifted her chin to allow him better access. As his lips got closer to the v line of her shirt, his hand started roaming her backside. He groped her thighs and then her buttocks, and then moved up to the hem of her shirt. She sighed her encouragement as he continued up her back, pushing the fabric of her shirt up.
Her hands had also begun exploring. She had dropped them from his neck to explore his chest. He grunted as she reached his stomach and continued to explore lower on his muscular body.
She moaned again when his roaming hands finally came to a stop on her breasts. She unconsciously ground her hips into his, which caused him to grunt again. She smiled as he began to knead her breasts. Soon they were once again exploring each other's mouths as his wandering lips met hers.
He was about to growl at her when she broke their kiss and pushed his hands away from her chest, but he smiled instead when he saw her hands go for the hem of her shirt. She quickly pulled it over her head and sent the item sailing across the room. As she reached behind herself to undo the clasp of her bra, he returned to lavishing kisses on her collarbone; his eager hands pulling her closer.
She had undone the clasps and was about to slide the straps off her arms and finally feel his hands on her skin when there was a loud knock on the door.
Both of them froze.
The knock came again. Layla scowled. She had intentionally turned off the alarm on her watch so that they wouldn't be interrupted. A third time there was a knock at the door.
"Can't you just say that the movie was too loud for you to hear it?" Warren groaned into her neck.
"No." Layla said curtly as she redid her bra. "I think I'm going to kill whoever it is." She said as she eased herself off of his lap. He instantly deflated into the couch, closing his eyes to collect himself. When he opened them she had found her shirt and quickly pulled it over her head.
"You want me to come with?" he offered.
"No, you stay here." She said as she straightened her hair. She glanced down and smiled slightly at the small bulge in his pants, she shoved him back toward the couch. "I won't be long." She whispered into his hear. She bit his earlobe and then turned to answer the door before he could respond.
She opened the door to find Mr. and Mrs. Stronghold standing on the front porch. She blinked, mentally reigning in her temper and putting on a sweet smile for them.
"Mr. and Mrs. Stronghold," she said not having to fake her surprise. "What brings you over so late?"
"We just wanted to check on you." Josie Stronghold said.
"Your parents asked that we keep an eye on you while they were gone." Steve Stronghold said.
"Oh." Layla said finally realizing that her parents wouldn't leave her alone for two weeks without making sure there was someone to check on her. After all, it was the first time that they had gone on a long trip when she was old enough to be at home without a sitter. "Well, I'm just dandy." She said with a smile.
Josie smiled. "Ok, well you know you can always come over if you want to." She said.
"Thank you." Layla said.
"You sure there isn't anything you need?" Steve asked, "You get dinner alright?"
"Yes," Layla said, silently willing the well intentioned family friends away. "I ate at the Lantern."
Josie smiled knowingly. "How's Warren doing?" She was glad that the two had finally realized that they were couple material.
A jolt of desire swept through her at the mention of the tall, dark, and handsome young man currently waiting for her on her couch. "He's good. He has another race coming up. I forget when he said it was."
"When you see him, can you tell him we wish him luck, and that we'll try to be there if we can." Steve asked. Steve had been shell-shocked not a month previous when he realized that he had come to think of his son's best friend as one of his own children.
"I'll let him know when I see him tomorrow." Layla said.
"Good." Steve said.
"Well if your sure you don't need anything." Josie said.
"Thanks for the thought. I have some homework to get to and then I'm going to get to bed." She told the two adults.
"Ok, well, we'll stop by tomorrow." Steve said.
"That's really not necessary." Layla tried to assure them. "I think I'll be ok for a few days."
"Ok, but if you get lonely here all by yourself, just come on over." Josie said. "Have a goodnight."
"K. Goodnight." Layla agreed. The two adults turned and walked back to the main sidewalk. They waved goodbye to her as they turned in the direction of their house. She waved to them and then shut and locked the door. She then made her way quickly back to her boyfriend.
He was exactly where she left him. He pulled his mortified attention away from the TV when she entered.
"Bananas in Pajamas?" he asked.
"Wasn't actually planning on watching anything." She said as she stood between him and the TV. She once again pulled her shirt over her head and flung it across the room, then quickly reached back to undo her bra. His smoldering eyes were locked on her as her breasts bounced free. She sent that particular item of clothing in a random direction as she settled herself back on his lap. "Now," she said, "where were we?"
He grinned at her before meeting her lips with his own, their tongues heatedly caressing each other. She moaned as his hands began to explore her bare skin.
She forgot all about exploring his sculpted chest as his lips once again began exploring her neck, slowly tracing a line down to her chest. She began to breath faster as he kissed his way down to the spot between her breasts.
"mmmmmmmmm…yes…" she said breathily as he pinched and kneaded her nipples, biting and sucking the area between her breasts. She arched her back, pressing herself into him. It wasn't long before he began to move again. He licked and sucked and kissed around her right breast until he finally came to her nipple. He dropped his hand to grope her buttocks as he licked her teased nipple.
Her hands had been resting on his shoulders as she enjoyed the sensation of his mouth on her chest. She dug her nails into his hard muscles when she felt his tongue on her nipple, gasping with pleasure. "oooo…yes…yes…" she mumbled. She didn't know how much time he spent on that breast, but she moaned in disappointment when he began roaming again. She didn't have long to let the feeling sink in. He brought his hand that had been exploring her lower body back to her right breast. He dropped his other hand to explore the other side of her lower body as he mimicked his actions with her left breast.
She moaned again with pleasure, and she bent her head down to nibble on his ear.
The whole time she had been subconsciously grinding her hips into his. His hand exploring her inner thigh called her attention away from the wonderful sensations he was causing with her breasts. She felt something poking her as she moved on top of him. She took the time she spent nibbling on his ear to study the sensations stimulated in her lower body. She decided that she liked those feelings just as much as his mouth on her breasts.
"mmmmm…I can feel you…" she whispered into his ear. He paused his ministrations to her breasts as she pressed herself firmly onto his hips. With great effort he pulled himself away from her. He brought both his hands up to pull her face to his and kissed her again. She growled at the loss of his hands on her body, but soon lost herself in his kiss.
He pulled away from their kiss. Both of them were breathing heavily. "Maybe we should stop for the night." He said, still nipping at her jaw and lips. She groaned in disappointment, but without his hands keeping her senses busy, she was able to take a moment to think. She deflated against him. "Yah," she said as she too nipped at his jaw and lips, "we probably should."
She gave him one final kiss on his lips before wrapping her arms around him and nestling her head into the crook of his neck. She sighed in contentment as he wrapped his arms around her bare torso. The movie had ended and the credits were rolling across the screen. But neither paid any attention to them as the basked in the feel of each other's warmth.
The change in lighting that signaled the DVD had reset to the main menu brought them both out of their comfort zone.
"I should probably get going." He said.
"Do you have to go?" She asked. "Tomorrow is Saturday. We could just stay here."
"I have practice in the morning." He said reluctantly. "And I don't think I could pull of telling my mom I stayed at the Stronghold's"
She harumped in disappointment as she eased herself off of him.
He couldn't help but stare at her breasts. She caught him staring and almost moved back to her previous position straddling him. Instead she leaned over him and gave him a light peck on the lips. With a wicked smile on her face she put her arms above her head and did a full body stretch before going in search of her shirt.
"That…was cruel." He mumbled as he got up off of the couch to turn off the TV. He turned around to find her pulling her shirt down over her head for the second time that night. He noted that he liked it better when she was pulling it in the opposite direction.
"Did you see where I tossed my bra?" she asked scanning the room for it.
"I was a bit more interested in your breasts than where your bra went." he said as he approached her. He pulled her to him and kissed her again. It was the slow goodnight kiss that he would give her at the end of their make out sessions. The kiss that her father usually found them engaged in.
"You'll come by after practice?" she asked when they pulled apart.
"Anything you want." He said.