The weeks until sophomore year grew closer and closer together, until there were only a few days until starting our first day.
Elena, the paedophile that had propositioned Christian, had moved to a new house. I was glad. If I ever had the chance of meeting her, I was sure that it wouldn't go down well.
Today was Saturday, which meant work. Christian paid me quite a bit of money and so I took it quite seriously. The weather had taken a turn for the worse. It was a grey cloudy day and so I wore sweatpants and a tank top. Christian opened the door when I arrived and ushered me in with a few playful kisses that carried on until we were in his bedroom. When I sat on the bed, he pulled back to tell me Elliot was having a party on the first day back at school.
"Here?" I asked, shocked.
Grace and Carrick had never let Elliot throw a big party, despite him begging numerous times.
"It's his last year before college," Christian explained. "He talked them into it. They're taking Mia out to a show and spending the night in a hotel."
My eyes widened. A party. At Christian's house. Elliot's party.
"It's going to be wild," I warned.
"I know. Mom told him not to go too crazy, but he won't listen. He's inviting almost half the school."
"Wow," I flopped back on the bed as Christian stared down at me. "This is going to be crazy," I smiled, not concealing the fact that I was excited. A party at Christian's house sounded much better than someone else's.
Christian lay next to me, his fingers playing with the straps of my tank top. Ever since he'd seen my boobs in the woods, he was like a man possessed. I didn't have on a very fancy bra today, but he definitely didn't care.
"I want to try something," he said, eyeing his door to make sure it was locked.
I raised my eyebrow. "Haven't we got work to do?"
"It can wait," he grinned, giving me a small kiss on the lips.
His hands played across my stomach before edging up my top. He moved himself over me. I could feel the weight of his body pressing into mine and I loved every second of it. Once he'd pushed my top up enough that he could see my bra, his fingers deftly pulled down one cup. He looked up at me with a smirk; I was about to ask what he was doing, but then he placed his mouth on my nipple and I lost my breath.
I watched him as he sucked it in further. His eyes never left mine. When he pulled back to swirl his tongue around, my head fell back on the pillow as he kept up his torturous administrations.
How was it possible that something could feel so good?
I felt the tightening in my lower belly. Like strings, pulling themselves slowly apart. His soft hair brushed the top of my chest. His hand was massaging the other breast whilst he sucked. The warm wet feeling of his tongue had me yearning for more. I wanted to feel him everywhere. He looked up at me once more, intense smouldering in his eyes and I pulled him up quickly, needing to feel his lips on mine. He obliged willingly, hot open-mouthed kisses that made me feel like a puddle. He settled himself further between my thighs and that's when I felt it.
Hardness.
Rubbing right across my centre; clad only in thin sweatpants. I broke away from the kiss, my mouth forming a perfectly arched O.
"What is that?" I breathed heavily, as he continued to move in a way that had the hardness pressing against me over and over again.
I clutched his forearm, not able to bear the sensations coursing through my body. My world narrowed to the heat coursing between my thighs.
"Me," he breathed out, bringing his lips down to kiss my neck.
Understanding finally dawned on me then. Penis'. Erections. I blushed at the thought of being able to ignite such a reaction in him, but then he moved faster and harder and all thoughts scattered out of my head as I felt myself clench. When his tongue ran over the underside of my neck before softly biting, I let go.
It was the singular most amazing thing I'd ever felt. Pleasure ripped through me, starting in my centre and then outward. It felt like a million butterflies were dancing through me, like I'd just ran a race. I breathed heavily, coming down from the most incredible high.
Christian leaned back, to look at my face. I felt his hardness retreat and I guessed he'd had a similar experience too.
"What was that?" I whispered, still clutching at him.
"Your first orgasm," he smiled, leaning down to place more fluttery kisses across my face. "Did you like it?"
I nodded. Like was an understatement.
"How did you learn to do that?" I asked, sitting up slightly.
My voice was all breathy.
Christian shrugged, flushed, and muttered something about instinct. I crawled into his lap, tangling my fingers in his hair. I kissed him softly across his cheek.
"You're the best boyfriend," I grinned.
He gave me a small smile, wrapping his arms around me. I nestled into the crook of his neck, never wanting to leave.
The first day back at school was pretty standard. Nobody was thinking about work though. Elliot's party was tonight, and it was all anyone was talking about. Kate especially.
"I haven't seen him for over two years," she announced over lunch, absently picking at her bagel. "It's going to be weird."
I agreed. They had broken up when Kate was still a thirteen-year-old middle schooler. She was almost sixteen now.
"I'm different now though," she said determinedly. "Nobody's going to mess me with ever again. Especially stupid boys."
I felt a rush of pride. Kate had grown a lot over this past year and true to her word, she'd payed no attention to boys. Her grades had improved, and she'd finally found her value.
"Good," I said, taking a last bite of salad. I hitched my bag over my shoulder. "Ready to go?"
She nodded as we made our way to class.
I got ready with Kate at hers after school. She was nervous, I could tell. But she was also determined to show Elliot that she wasn't a scared little girl anymore. I was going for a more grown up look tonight. It was my first party as a sophomore, and I wanted to look sexy for Christian. I was older now. More sophisticated.
I'd chosen to wear a little black dress. It hit mid-thigh and was strappy and sparkly. I had on a good black bra underneath which made my boobs look really good. I blushed at the thought of Christian's mouth on them the other day...
I'd paired my dress with some black pumps and applied some light makeup. Kate was wearing a similar dress, though in deep blue. When I looked over one last time in the mirror, I was glad my parents were out on a date and would not be able to see my outfit. I was pretty sure if they did, I wouldn't be allowed to go.
Five minutes later, we were ready to leave. Elliot sent his friend Michael to pick us up. He was by himself and I watched Kate eye him appreciatively. We both giggled when he kissed our hands and opened the doors for us. Why couldn't all seniors be like Michael?
We arrived at Christian's quickly. Just like at Brody's, kids were out in the front. The lights were on and music was pumping. I hurried inside quickly, feeling the chill of the cold evening air. Inside was hot with the temperature of bodies and smell of booze. I stood on my tiptoes, trying to find Christian. Kate lingered next to me.
In the lounge, we found Adam and Jose. They passed me a beer and I drank it whilst chatting to them for a bit. I didn't want to look like the clingy girlfriend that couldn't have fun without her boyfriend, so I sat down for a while. But when I still didn't spot Christian after fifteen minutes, I started to get concerned.
Christian was still nowhere to be found, and Kate assured me she'd be fine with the boys while I went to find him. I climbed the stairs, passing a few stragglers on my way. There was nobody actually up there; Elliot must have laid the law down on going into bedrooms. I went to Christian's bedroom and tentatively knocked. When there was no answer, I pushed the door open and the sight before my eyes knocked me cold.
Christian was sat on the edge of his bed. A brown-haired girl sat straddling his lap, her fingers tangled in his hair as she rained kisses down the side of his neck and moved her hips over him. One hand was firmly placed down the front of his boxers and Christian's jeans were discarded on the floor. The girl's skirt was ridden up so high she was practically naked.
The girl abruptly jumped up at the opening of the door. I realised with a start, that her and I looked quite similar. Her hair was the same shade of brown, straight and long. She was small too. Her proportions were almost identical. She looked me over with a smirk before brushing past me on her way out.
"Bye Christian," she called over her shoulder. Her voice was sickly sweet and falsely high. "I had a great time."
And then she was gone. Christian was standing, staring at me with wide pleading eyes saying nothing. I didn't register the fact that he looked strange until later. That his eyes were hazy, and he wasn't quite standing straight. All I could think about was that girl, and what I'd seen, and how he could possibly have done that to me.
Heart hammering, eyes glazed over, I choked back the tears as I turned from the room and fled as quickly as I could.
Christian POV next chapter! Please let me know your thoughts xxx