Are you guys digging the sexy scenes? I get the feeling yall prefer the plot more...?
It'd be cool if there was a deleted scene section because there are so many things I cut. Sometimes I write a chapter then decided I don't like it and re-write again.
Reese pulled back the covers and I slipped under them, covering myself up quickly.
He crawled into my lap over the bedspread and took off shirt, throwing it behind him.
I almost felt like he was doing it all for show.
He peppered kisses down my chest, and licked at my nipples, pushing me down to recline with one hand.
I reached out and undid his pants, then pulled back, giving him the hint.
He got up on his knees and shimmied his pants before getting back on his hands and maneuvered
them down along with his boxers.
Once he was completely naked he joined me under the covers. He got next to me and pulled me to my
side so we were facing each other.
"I tried to practice with my fingers last night...I thought it would help." I said, sheepishly.
"That's so hot," he leaned in to whisper.
His fingertips grazed down my stomach and I inhaled sharply at the touch.
He kissed my neck, distracting me from his wandering hands, until I felt one reach for my cock.
My instinct was to pull away, but my hips leaned in to his touch.
He started jacking me, slowly, moving up to kiss me on the lips.
"Touch me, too," he husked, pausing, grabbing my hand and guiding it to his cock that was hard, then returning his ministrations on me.
He seemed so experienced.
I tried to concentrate on what we were doing, but I couldn't stop think about how many people he's been with. We never talked about it completely.
He worked his hand faster and I had completely stopped using my hand on him now.
"Suck," he instructed, shoving three fingers into my mouth.
I did, and then he retrieved them, moving them down to my entrance.
He thrust two fingers inside me, without warning.
I dug my nails into his biceps, biting back any outcries.
"Relax," he whispered.
I buried myself deeper in his arms, putting my leg on his hip, giving him more access.
"Are you okay?"
I nodded, still clenching my eyes closed.
"Touch yourself, while I do this."
I tried to, but all I could feel were his fingers.
Reese pressed sloppy kisses to my shoulder and neck before grabbing me by the hair with his free hand and pulling my head back from the nook in his neck to lick into my mouth.
He took the moment to slip the third finger inside me and I almost bit his lip from surprise.
He fucked his fingers deep into me, hitting the spot that made my vision go blurry for a few seconds.
"Reese," I moaned,
He pushed me onto my back. "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing," he said.
I sat up. "You've done this before?"
"What?"
"You've done this before. That's why you said you know what you're doing?"
"No. Never mind. I didn't say anything."
"Liar! How many people or in this case-guys, have you slept with?"
The thought first came to me when Christi showed up. I just wasn't sure if I wanted to believe Reese was the promiscuous
type.
"What does that matter? You said it was in the past anyways..."
"Whatever." I turned away from him.
"Are you seriously mad?"
It only pissed me off even more that he made it seem like it was no big deal.
"No, I guess you're right. Who cares if my boyfriend's a total man-whore?"
"I'm not a man-whore!"
"Why did you have all those condoms under the bed in that box?"
"It was just one!"
"So you admit it?"
"What?" He shook his head. "That doesn't mean I'm having sex with a lot of girls."
"Okay what does it mean then?"
"Nothing…really."
I rolled my eyes in disbelief. I got out of bed and put on my boxers then went for my pants.
"Are you leaving?"
"I just don't want to do this..."
He looked totally hurt.
"…right now."
"Malcolm, I swear the only one besides you was Christi."
I grimaced.
"And I never even said anything about you going out with Sara."
Oh wow, he was bringing this up?
"I didn't even…that didn't…ugh!"
I was completely tongue-tied.
But that was completely different.
He crossed his arms over his chest and smiled up at me like he had won.
"Well at least she was a better kisser than you!"
A better kisser? That's the best I could come up with?
"You take that back," snapped Reese, standing up and point a finger at me.
"No!"
"Well I never wanted a krelboyne for a boyfriend anyways!"
He hadn't called me that in a long time.
"Who said I wanted to go out with you?! You're too stupid."
"Fine then, I guess it's settled. We're not together anymore."
"Yeah!"
That's not where I wanted the conversation to head.
"But I'm still going ahead with the plan, not because of you, because of mom," claimed Reese.
"Yeah, if you think I'm doing it for you, you're so wrong," I said exaggerating the rolling of my eyes and crossing my arms.
"And if we move back in, I'm making you sleep on the floor."
"Good! I don't want to sleep with you anyways!"
"Good!"
"Good!"
I opened the door and slammed it shut after I left.
Oh man, that went bad.
I went back home and watched TV for most of the day. I'll be damned if I'm the first to say I'm sorry!
I didn't say anything wrong…he didn't have to say he 'didn't want a krelboyne for a boyfriend'.
Ugh, it was bugging me and I couldn't get over it.
Dad came home, and suggested we go out for ice cream. But I was in no mood for ice cream!
"C'mon, Malcolm! We'll have fun."
"No, dad. I don't feel like ice cream."
The doorbell rang.
"I'll get it." I peeled myself off the couch and went to get the door.
It was Reese.
Baby, I'm so sorry! Let's go make out behind the garage!
"What do you want?" I tried to look annoyed, but my heart was fluttering.
Maybe he came to apologize?
"You forgot your backpack," he monotoned, handing the backpack to me.
Oh.
"Oh, thanks." I took the backpack from him.
"Hey, Reese. What are you doing here?" My dad appeared at the door behind me.
Damnit, dad.
"I was just dropping off Malcolm's backpack. He left it at school."
"Oh." My dad nodded. "So, uh, is your mom with you?" I could tell he was trying his best to sound nonchalant.
Reese shook his head.
"Oh. Well, I was just going to take Malcolm out for ice cream." He slapped his hands on my shoulders. "Do you want to come?"
Damnit, dad!
"Okay." Reese shrugged with one shoulder.
"Great, let me just get my coat."
I dropped my backpack behind me and started walking to the car, but Reese shoved past me, snickering.
This all seemed familiar.
Luckily, we didn't go to the same ice cream parlor that I went to with Reese.
We went to a fast food place and settled for shakes.
"So, Reese, how's school?"
"Okay," answered Reese. He popped the straw on his shake from between his lips, smirking at me obnoxiously.
I hate you and I want to smack/kiss that smirk right off your face.
"Oh, Hal. Do you think you can give me a ride to the store?" Reese signaled at the imaginary watch on his wrist. "I was supposed to meet my mom there. You know what, I think my mom would really like a strawberry milkshake," announced Reese, getting up from the table.
"Oh, we should get her one," said dad, going to order one.
"What are you doing? That's not the part of the plan," I whispered to Reese.
"I know but I think this will work anyways," he whispered back.
Once we were at the Lucky Aide, I asked dad to get down with me, because 'we needed toiletries' or some other b.s. excuse.
He handed the shake to Reese and said he'd rather not.
I knew he was nervous.
"You can give it to her yourself," insisted Reese, handing him back the shake.
"I'd rather not," dad replied.
We finally convinced him to get down, and we were both dragging him by his jacket.
We went in the store but couldn't find Lois anywhere.
"Where's Lois," Reese questioned a man with a name tag that said Craig.
"She's in the back. But don't worry sport, she'll be out by 10:30."
"Oh well, I guess tell your mom I said hi. Here." My dad handed the shake to Reese and dashed out the
door.
"What are we supposed to do now? We have to wait till the day after tomorrow, because that's when your mom works the night shift again."
"Meet me tomorrow at lunch."
I went to meet Reese at lunch, like he said, in the classroom from previously.
Apparently I was the first to get there. I waited for a while, and after fifteen minutes, I figured Reese wasn't going to show.
I was about to leave when Reese came running in.
"Reese, wha-"
He grabbed me by my shirt before I could ask him what he was doing. He dragged me down the hall and out to the courtyard in front of everyone. "If you get in my way again, krelboyne, I'll stuff you in a locker!"
What is he doing?!
He pulled back his arm and delivered a punch right to my eye.
He wasn't holding back.
He punched me again in the same spot and then let me fall to the floor.
I fell down to the floor, holding my face, trying not to scream in pain.
"What do you think you're doing?!" A teacher grabbed Reese by the arm and me, too, and dragged us back inside the building. I was taken to the nurses and Reese was off somewhere to be reprimanded, I bet.
I didn't know what was happening anymore.
"I don't know why you just won't tell me who did it." Dad grabbed a bag of frozen peas and gave them to me.
I wasn't sure-if this was part of the plan, maybe I wasn't supposed to tell my dad, anyways.
But if it wasn't, maybe Reese really did just hate me...
"No mom, stop it! Let me go!"
"Not until you apologize!"
We could hear Lois and Reese outside the house, before they got to the door.
The doorbell rang and dad opened it.
I couldn't see what was happening since I was in the kitchen.
"Lois, hi. What brings you here?"
"Hi, Hal. I just wanted to bring Reese over to apologize to Malcolm."
"Is he the one who gave him that black eye?"
Dad sounded completely incredulous.
"Yeah, Hal. I'm so sorry. They seemed to get along when...we were living here. I don't know what got
into him."
I must look like an idiot, sitting in the kitchen, trying to listen, with a bag of frozen peas on one eye.
"Mom, I'm not going to apologize to that dweeb."
"Yes, you will, mister! And we won't leave until you do. Even if it takes all night!"
"You know, I was just going to order pizza; you guys should eat dinner with us."
Okay, maybe I don't give Reese enough credit for being smart.