The students were buzzing. Some stupid students had sent gun threats to individuals, mostly queer kids. And now the school was emptying. Though this had happened the night before the school hadn't reacted until well into first period, sending an email encouraging targeted students to stay home. The band was on the field, but they were only half paying attention to rehearsal. Students who could drive were talking to those who couldn't, filling their cars up with underclassmen. Kids were calling their parents and sobbing. This was what a gun threat looked like. I saw a tall, broad football player hug his girlfriend. She was sobbing hysterically. He didn't want to leave school. As soon as I saw Bella's face, I knew her parents had told her to leave if she felt like it. I looked at my phone and saw she had texted me. "Come home with me. Please." She had taken to calling my apartment home. It wasn't that I didn't want to. The prospect of a day with Bella was appealing. But I didn't know if I could leave. Before the words were even out of my mouth, the older director gave me what I wanted. "Go home. I am. Be safe."
"You first. You have the spare key." I texted. I knew we couldn't leave at the same time, and my protective instinct had kicked in. I needed her to be ok. Every bone in my body ached to protect her. My angel was in danger, and I didn't like it. I watched her talk to a couple underclassmen, holding fingers up with her hand. Once she had 4 kids, she walked to her car, texting on the way. "Dropping kids off. You'll probably beat me there." Of course she would think of other students. She was so sweet and gentle. Nothing like I was. I hadn't even thought of other kids, just her. About 20 minutes after she left, I did. I got in my car and sped the whole way to my apartment. She wasn't there yet. I figured she was still driving people home. There wasn't much food around - I needed to go grocery shopping - but I managed to find ingredients for spaghetti, which I made for us. It was too early for lunch but I wanted her to have comfort food. This was incredibly stressful, and I needed her to be ok. She was going to have to learn to be taken care of.
She opened the door quietly, her eyes full of tears. It only took one look for her to break down. I ran across the apartment to catch her as she fell to the floor, sobbing hysterically. My beautiful angel was terrified. I wanted revenge. I wanted to hold her more. I puller her into my lap, her face against my chest. She cried loudly for a few minutes before calming down into more quiet sobbing. I rubber her hair and back. Eventually, I picked her up and took her to the couch so she would be more comfortable. "Bella, angel, I know you're scared. Do you want to get in bed?" She nodded, so I pulled her up into my arms once again. Once we were settled in bed, me holding her tightly, I decided to distract her. But how? I didn't want to kiss her, because that was not a decision for her to make under this much stress. I didn't want to let go of her to go get food. Finally I had an idea. "Bella, my darling, do you want to play a game? I want to get to know you so much better. Let's just ask each other questions. I'll go first. What's your favorite color?"
"Purple," she said. As soon as she said it I knew she really loved the color. I had seen hee wear it quite often. "What's yours?"
"Mine is blue, sweetheart. What type of music do you like?" I rubbed her back gently, hoping this was soothing her at least a little. My angel didn't deserve to feel so frazzled.
"I like a lot of types. Lately I've been more into indie stuff, but I like a lot of slightly older alternative music." A small smile as she confessed to her taste. I felt so affectionate in that moment that I rewarded her with a soft kiss to the forehead.
"I like EDM. Weird, I know. I don't know why I like it. Only idiots like EDM, right?" i chuckled. I knew my taste in music was strange. I tried to quickly think of another silly, shallow question. "Angel, if you could go anywhere in the world with one person, where would you go?"
"I would take you to Greenland. We could stay in a tiny cabin just the two of us, surrounded by snow." She giggled a little. That sounded incredible to me. Snow, beautiful stars not to mention being alone in a cabin with her. This answer was so cute, it got her a kiss on hee beautiful lips. I kept my hands on her waist at first, but when I felt her mouth open, all he'll broke loose. I felt my hands roaming across her back, down to gently cup her perfect ass, and then one pushing up her stomach to her breasts. I squeezed each one gently, then quickly slipped my hand under her shirt. She responded in kind.
Before I quite knew what was happening, I felt her on top of me, straddling my hips. Fuck, she was hot. It only took a couple seconds before her shirt was off, revealing hee black bra. She was perfect, all toned and flat with a round chest. Nothing obscene but definitely something beautiful. I knew I wouldn't go too far. My protective instinct was too strong, and I knew it would ultimately hurt her. Instead I decided to enjoy her for a bit. My hands went around her shoulders and pulled her down to me for a kiss. A rough, sloppy kiss. I could feel her desperation increasing. My love was getting turned on. And unfortunately, so was I. I felt her hands slide under my shirt and I knew it had to go. I reached down and grabbed the hem before yanking it off of me. She took a moment to admire my well sculpted chest, which I used to my advantage. I placed a kiss to her neck. when she groaned, I felt like I had been set on fire. I did another, and then another, and then a slight lick. She moaned softly, only encouraging me more. I redirected myself to her angelic mouth.
It was becoming harder and harder to stop. Why? Because she was fucking perfect. I felt MT hips bucking up against her despite the fact that I wasn't telling them to. My body was on autopilot. There was a sexy girl on top of me. I noticed her face, and then realized that the friction of me grinding up into her was just perfect. I put my large hands on her hips and pushed her down into my lap, still grinding. "do you feel me, princess? Do you want that?" Her face contorted, and my first thought was that she was in pain. But then she released a breath and I realized she was just orgasming. I reveled in knowing what I had done. It took longer than I thought it would for her to come back down, and when she finally did, I cradled her to my chest. She was limp, and damp with sweat. I slid her off of me and held her tightly once more. "Thank you, angel, that was so amazing. Sleep now." I kissed her head, and rubbed her bare back until I could feel her breath deepen and her body soften. My beautiful girlfriend was asleep in my arms again. It felt like home.