Chapter 3 – Troy
His hands griped her waist tightly, pulling her down onto him. Her tongue intertwined with his as they pressed deeply against each others mouths. Coming up for air, Troy gasped heavily as he pushed a hair back from Gabriella's face. She looked down on him with her dark, innocent eyes, searching his face for the problem. "Hey, what's wrong?", she asked, sliding off his stomach and sitting on the bed next to him. He snaked an arm around her waist.
"Nothing", he smiled, "Absolutely nothing is wrong. Your perfect, you know that", he told her, leaning back in for another kiss.
It started out lightly, teasingly, his lips barely brushed hers. He put a small amount of pressure on her lips, asking for entry to her mouth. As she opened hers a little, Troy slipped his tongue in, tasting every inch of her mouth, slowly sucking on her bottom lip as he did so. His hands moved under her top, slipping slowly up her back. Troy was excited to feel that she wasn't wearing a bra. The rhythm of the kiss picked up slightly, becoming more desperate. While caressing her back with his left hand, the right one moved around to the front of her top, slowly undoing her top from the bottom, working his way up. Gabriella pulled back a little, but Troy's firm hand on her back prevented her from moving to far. Popping open the last button on her top, he glided his hand up her soft skin, almost reaching –
"Troy, stop", Gabriella called out. She pulled her top together, unable to make eye contact. "I told you I wasn't ready for anything like that yet". He did his best to look sorry, without looking too annoyed.
"Gabriella…I'm
sorry I just got carried away", he said reaching out for her. They
had been going out for almost a year, and still nothing had happened
between them, except some heavy making out. Troy was so frustrated
lately. He watched Gabriella get up off the bed, buttoning her shirt
back up.
"I think I should go", she said, grabbing her bag.
Noting the tone of voice, Troy jumped off the bed after her. Lightly
grabbing her hand, he turned her, so she was facing him.
"Hey, you know I would never force you in to anything, right?", he asked. She smiled back at him, leaning in for a light kiss.
"I know. It's getting late anyways, I better get home before my mom worries". She left Troy's bedroom, him following behind. At the door, she gave him another light kiss on the lips before walking off into the dark.
Back up in his bedroom, Troy locked his door. Reaching under his mattress he pulled out his most recent porn magazine he found in his parents bedroom. Reaching over to his stereo he flicked on the local radio station. Lying back on is bed, he unzipped his trousers, rubbing his cock through his boxers. Flicking through the magazine, he found a suitable page and slipped his hand down. The touch was electrifying, his balls seized up at once. He slowly tugged down on them, looking at some picture of a half naked girl. Moving to the shaft he stroked slowly, softly, taking care to put the right amount of pressure on it. As his passion mounted so did the speed of the stroking. Pounding down, he moved faster and faster until –
Troy moaned in pleasure as he came. Small spittle's of come flew forward onto his toned stomach. Grabbing his bed sheet, he wiped them off, wiping his cock off at the same time. The touch was enough to send another wave of pleasure through his body. Troy moved slower, not wanting to get hard again.
Zipping back up his pants, he turned down the volume of his stereo and picked up his homework. Sitting at his desk, Troy stared at the wall. He couldn't concentrate on anything. Tonight with Gabriella was great, he knew they were closer than they had been. And he really did love her, really, it was just he was curious. Curious to know what would have happened if he hadn't been with Gabriella when Kate came back. Kate had been on his mind most of the day, and now was no different. Shaking his head, Troy tried to push the thoughts to the back of his head, pulling his homework closer and concentrating, he started to work through the math problems.
A beep from his pc told him he had just received an e-mail. Turning to the computer he opened the page.
It was from Sharpay: Hey everyone! Party at my house this Saturday to welcome back my best friend. Be there by 7.30 – or be sorry! See you all there, S. Evans xx
Troy groaned, knowing this would be one thing he couldn't get out of…but what he didn't know was if he was looking forward to it or not.
Hope you enjoyed this – sorry its taking forever to update! Stay tuned for Gabriella's view on the whole thing – coming soon…(Hopefully!)
