" I have a twin sister. I secretly love reading. I am in all the highest classes I can take as a sophomore. I was a cheerleader and hated it so I quit. My couch was so pissed at me. I want to be a social worker. I am scared of the dark. I love old cars, fast cars and black cars. I'm a vegetarian. I love paining and writing." I paused thinking about me. " I think that sums me up. Now you." I said smiling at him.
" ok. Well. I'm a senior. I am the quarter back. I am also taking all the highest classes. I have a perfect GPA. I like to get to know girls before I sleep with them. I don't usually bring ANYONE-Let alone a girl- here until I've known them for a least a few months. The money always changes them." He looked down at his toes. I could see the pain there.
I walked over, wrapped my arms around his waist.
"Your money doesn't matter to me. You do." I Murmured into his chest. He squeezed me into him.
Then the spaghetti began to overflow.
We laughed and let go. He stirred the spaghetti and I the sauce.
I threw a noodle at the cabinet.
He raised an eyebrow when it stuck.
" my mom taught me that meant it was ready." I said with a small flush.
He laughed and went to drain the pasta.
I watched as his lean muscles moved. I turned off the sauce, my eyes still on him.
"What?" He said when he caught me staring.
"Nothing, your just beautiful." I say then turn to get plates.
He laughs and comes to help me. They are on a high shelf and short little me cant reach.
He grabs two and then kisses the top of my head.
I turn to face him, taking the plates, and tip toed to kiss him on the lips. He meet me half way. It was a simple sweet kiss. It was like nothing I'd ever felt before.
He stepped back to let me past.
He served our food and we ate in the dinning room. There was a large chandelier above and the table looked more expensive then the whole house. I stood awkwardly in the doorway. He patted the set to his left. I shyly walked over and gently sat down.
I looked at my plate. All of a sudden it looked amazing.
I dove in, completely forgetting about the hot guy sitting next to me.
I was nearly done when I felt his eyes on me and came back to reality.
"What?" I asked, blotting my mouth.
"You're really hungry." The amusement rang clearly through.
"I didn't realize I was until now." I admitted self consciously pushing it away.
He stood with his own empty plate in hand.
"Would u like more?" He asked, hand out stretched for the plate.
I looked into his eyes. Unsure.
He was being sincere.
I nodded.
"But only a little bit." I stood with my plate, ignoring his hand. We walked back to the kitchen.
His hand brushed mine. A spark passed between us. I looked up at him, then him down at me. Oh that look.
His eyes had filled with liquid fire. They were hungry. They wanted me. Dinner was done. He wanted dessert. Oh how he wanted it.
And so did I. I could feel the twirling on my belly like ballerinas dancing Swan lake. We stopped at the doorway, looking into each other's eyes.
He bite his lip, making him look even more sexy. He moved in a blurr. One second he was at the doorway the next he was at the sink. My heart paused. I moved toward him slowly. He did the opposite. He caught me by the waist and kissed me hard, the way he did in the closet. I pressed into him, putting my hands in his back pockets. He groaned and lifted me up. He pulled me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. I kissed his chin and neck causing him to groan again. He moved toward the door way but only made it half way before I made it down his neck to the collar of his shirt. I let one hand wrap around his neck and the other down to grab his sweet sweet buns.
He stopped dead in his tracks. I could feel the heat building on him.
I paused allowing him to recover.
He used that moment to race out of the kitchen and up the stairs. I have no idea how he did it but he did. In a flash we were in his bedroom. He had me on his bed, my legs dangling on the edge. He pulled off my arms from his neck and looked down at me. I wiggled a little trying to get into a sitting position.
I managed to instead make it to my knees. I knelt in front of him and slowly removed his shirt. He's defined chest was warm. He pushed me softly back on to my back once the shirt hit the floor.
He moved quickly removing my clothes faster then I could put them on. I was down to nothing before the cold A/C could hit me.
I smiled at his stunned expression.
I launched forward to undo his pants.
I made no effort to make it sexy. I undid the button then yanked them down. He kicked them off and came on to the bed.
Watching him come toward me, boner high, skin hot, completely ready to have me, I became nervous. Not something I've ever felt. Not even on my first time.
I paused and looked at him. I could feel the longing. I could see the Hardness in my breast increasing.
But I wasn't sure if I was ready.
He saw the pause.
He looked at me.
and waited.
He pulled the blanket up and wrapped me in it.
He pulled another out from under his bed. He said nothing and turned on the TV that was infront of the bed.
I watched as he channel surfed.
I smiled and leaned against him, content.
There is no place I'd rather be.