So I Thought: Chapter 3
We stood in the middle of my bedroom, and kissed for what felt like an eternity. I shut my eyes, and savored the taste and feel of Craig's lips. I couldn't believe what was happening.
I dropped my drawing journal on the floor out of pure bliss, and Craig pushed me up against the wall. I felt Craig's tongue against my teeth, and I opened my mouth slightly to let him in. He shoved his tongue into my mouth our tongues danced. He put his hands on the wall on either side of my body to box me in, and I wrapped my arms around his neck to keep him from going anywhere.
Craig then lifted me up and carried me to my bed. He lied me down on my bed and crawled on top of me. I felt my face get hot once he opened my legs and moved his way in between them. I leaned down and connected our mouths together again to continue the make out session.
Craig glided his hand over my stomach and up my shirt to my chest, feeling my soft skin. I started to breath hard when he pinched my nipple.
"Mmm…" I let out a moan without realizing it. Craig looked up at me and smiled.
"Stan. I wanna fuck you." He said. I looked down at him. Shocked at what he just said.
What?!
"W-wait...Craig I...I don't think that-" he cut me off when he pushed his lips to mine. He lowered his hand and brushed his fingertips down my tummy to my waist band. I couldn't believe what was happening. It's everything I wanted.
But was I ready to do stuff like this?
I heard my belt being unbuckled and my zipper being pulled down. Craig really wants to do this…
My heart started to pound when he pulled my pants down. I don't think I'm ready for this, but what would Craig say if I objected to sex? What if he blows me off and gets mad, and says he doesn't care anymore, and doesn't talk to me anymore!
No...I'm over thinking things. Craig is a dick, but he isn't that much of a dick. Is he?
Craig lied the palm of his hand on my hardened member. I blushed instantly and put a hand over my mouth to suppress any moans that may escape my throat. I don't think I can do this.
"Craig wait. S-stop. Please." I said, a little more whiny than I wanted to. Craig immediately stopped everything he was doing, and sat up looking at me.
"Oh my God…" Craig started. I can tell that what was happening was the exact opposite of what I was afraid of. I sat up too, and looked at him. My pants were pulled down just under my butt, and my shirt was ruffled.
"I'm sorry, Craig. But, I don't think I'm ready for sex. I'm so sorry." I said. Looking down at my lap. I felt pretty pathetic.
"No, Stan. I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking about what you wanted. That's my fault." He hugged me and gave me a kiss. I kissed him back.
"So, you're not upset for me wanting to do it?" I asked. Craig raised a brow.
"No. Why would I be mad?" I looked away blushing and shrugged.
"I don't know. I didn't know if you were those types that fucks and leaves. That's all." I said. Craig practically tackled me back onto my bed and kissed me with as much as he has.
"Stan. Will you go out with me?" He asked. I looked up at him. He's asking me out! Oh my God!
"Yeah. I'll date you, Craig." I said with a smile on my face.
All of my dreams were starting to come true. And Craig is one of them….