Day twelve!
~:Day Twelve: Making out:~
The meeting hasnt even begun and I am already being impacient. Thats says alot for me. I lifted my arm to inspect my wrist watch to see it was nearly four am. Soon enough I started to hear foot steps as the person that entered the room had the most beautiful blue like orbs of eyes as well, as a sweet gigantic smile, wheat colored hair, with a single straind of hair sticking up from the rest.
His smile could lift any frown throwed at him. But today he didnt have a smile, instead he had a small but noticeable smirk playing across his lips. He turned around and shut the meeting doors, as I got up and closed the blinds. Sure enough we were face to face. His soft, warm, welcoming lips. I swiftly open my mouth to speak to only have him jump on me surprisingly. His lips met mine just a matter of seconds, as I moved my arms under is ass.
His legs wrapped around my waist as I held him. His tongue and mine were playing a little game of domination, I was surely winning as I pinned him to the nearest thing which was the wall. His breathing was a bit pitched as he moved his hands through my hair. I was soon subconsiciously grinding up on him as our breathing was rough and very settling warm. We couldnt stay there as I moved him to a chair. He was still wrapped around me but slowly took the chair as a advantage as his hand mess with my pants.
I could feel his soft, slinder but yet firm hand rub on my memeber softly. Like barely even touching it. Soon it was thrombing uncontrollibly, wanting freedom, being out in the open which was messing with my mind but I got him back by letting a small, almost barely noticeable moan which turned into a pur. Sadly we stopped from the lost of breath and moved to the closet. I will say this... it was an amazing experience of my life... The closet was really a great size to kill someone or even have another amazing make out section.
Once I closed the closets door plus locking the doors, we've returned to our make out section. We were basically trying to win domination through tongues and who carries who. Soon he moved his hands down my pant almost barely missing my boxers, to only feel his go up under my black long sleves. We were both soon on the floor, unsurely we were now roling around trying to get on top one another. Domination is the key role of winning any kissing section, in my opioion. Subconsiciously we were grinding up on one another. I was about to let out a moan until we hear someone coughing which made us both freeze. To only hear a camera sound of 'clicking' made through our ears. I look to see America's red face and shocked expression was priceless. But of course I could feel my face burn. I noticed a boot infront of us was only one whos boot is clean that deep. And it was Germany.
"Are vou done yet? Or vou need more time to stop blushing." his voice was sterin which I answered for the both of us. "Commrad Germany we would love more time." which he told everyone out of the closet. Once they were out we look not to big of a mess. When we got out we saw everyone who was attenting. England looked shocked, Germany not pleased but there was a little nose bleed, Italy was unsure, France usuall, China horrorifed a bit but a little happy, Japan having a nosebleed but nothing else really to say. We back into our seats embarrassed that our 'cats out of the bag' statement. Now I know what that means. No one talked for a good long hours which killed us both.
~THE END~
