A loud ringing sound bounced off the walls of the house, summoning
Gordo to the front door. Currently, he was lying on his bed, kissing his
new girlfriend. Trying to ignore the ringing doorbell, he rolled his eyes
and remained on top of her, gently running his fingers through her golden
hair.
"Gordo, aren't you gonna go get that?" Lizzie asked, pushing him away.
"Don't worry, they'll eventually get tired and leave. If it's important, they'll come back later." He dived back down to kiss her again.
"Gordo!" She squealed, pushing him up once again. Watching her hazel eyes sparkle as she laughed, Gordo smiled and headed downstairs. His thoughts drifted to the night when they made it official.
** It was a week after she had told him she loved him. There was a huge party at Ethan Craft's house. Even though Gordo would have rather given his left arm than go to one of Ethan's parties, full of drunk idiots making out, or having sex in any corner of the house possible, he agreed to go along with Lizzie and Miranda. Lizzie had given him her puppy dog face and he couldn't resist. That week, they hadn't spoken about anything that had happened between them. Mostly due to the fact that Miranda always seemed to be around. So Gordo wasn't sure how he should act around Lizzie in a party atmosphere. Or for that matter, how he should act in a party atmosphere. Being the voluntary outcast that he was, Gordo hadn't been to too many of these high school parties. Once there, he tried to slip away and go find a corner to hide in multiple times, but Lizzie and Miranda managed to pull him back, keeping him with them. After making small talk with some of the people at the party, Lizzie and Miranda both began to look bored and told Gordo they were ready to leave. If you weren't drinking, doing drugs or having sex, there really wasn't much to the party.
"Come on Gordo, we're ready to leave," Lizzie said, tugging on Gordo's sleeve.
"So soon?" He asked jokingly. After a stern look from Lizzie, he smiled and said, "I thought we'd be here all night."
"Well, it's turned out to be, well, not quite as glamorous as we expected," Miranda sighed out, looking at the mad house around her. "Oh well, at least we got to talk to Ethan."
The three of them left the party and headed out to Lizzie's car. Miranda was the first to be dropped off, partially because she lived the closest, but mostly because Lizzie knew she had to talk to Gordo sooner or later. The car slowed and came to a stop in Gordo's driveway.
"So," Lizzie said, looking increasingly awkward.
"Um, you wanna come up to my room?" Gordo asked hopefully.
"Yeah, I guess so," Lizzie replied and followed him through his dark, empty house and upstairs.
Closing his bed room door behind him, Gordo gestured for Lizzie to sit down. "Did you want something to drink? We have Coke, Mountain Dew-"
"I think we should talk about us," Lizzie interrupted.
"Right, that. Well, I think, I, I don't know."
"That's what I thought. Well, Gordo, I don't really know either. My decision about what I want depends on what you want."
"Well, I don't know what I want. I mean, I do know what I really want, but I don't know if what I want is what you want or what you want me to want. You know what I mean?"
Lizzie stared at him blankly. "No, Gordo, I have no idea what you mean. Look, I do know this," she paused. "I really like you, and, maybe I always have. It's just, having you open up to me and the feeling I got when I kissed you. It's bringing on these feelings that I didn't know were there. I'm not sure how to react. I mean, I don't know if it's just that I like you because you like me, or if there really was something there all along. All I know, is, I think this is something for you-"
Lizzie's words were interrupted by Gordo's soft lips. For a moment, she didn't return the kiss, knowing that she wanted something resolved tonight. However she eventually succame to it and melted one again, sinking back into her chair. Gordo, followed, leaning into her. Then, very suddenly, he stopped and pulled back. "Lizzie, I really, really like you. I know you're way too good for me," he put a finger up to her lips to stop whatever retort she was about to blurt out at his statement. "But, I want you to be my girlfriend."
Lizzie's eyes darted up to his. For few seconds, she seemed to be searching for something in his eyes to tell her the right response. Then, without warning a look of satisfaction consumed her and she simply said, "Yes." He leaned in to kiss her again, but this time, they moved over to the bed, still holding their kiss. Without speaking, they seemed to know what the other one was thinking, and each party became fearless. Completely sure they were doing the right thing, Lizzie lied down on Gordo's bed and let him push his way on top of her. Through breaks in their passionate kissing, each removed an item of clothing. Lizzie felt the warmth of Gordo's hands lifting her shirt off her back and slowly removing her bra. With her hands, Lizzie unbuttoned his shirt, kissing him after each button came undone. Then she seized his belt buckle and he assisted in the removal of his pants. Feeling their now nude bodies pressing together, neither Lizzie nor Gordo felt any shame. On the contrary, each of them felt a wonderful sensation of raw pleasure. Lizzie smiled up at him, feeling truly beautiful for the first time. Gordo returned the same smile, feeling complete somehow. Finally having someone to feel with, to play with, to love, in a way that felt right. Leaning his head down to her neck, he kissed her softly moving down to her breasts and ending with one kiss on her belly button. Lizzie pulled her hands up his body, slowly caressing him. At this, memories suddenly rushed back into Gordo's mind as he became increasingly uncomfortable. His cuts and scars. She would feel them. She would finally be there in the situation. Feeling the evidence of the pain he felt every day. Obviously showing his worry, Lizzie read his mind and said soothingly, "It's okay, Gordo. I want to touch them. I want to know you." At this, she kissed his cheek and tangled her fingers in his curly hair. He gave her a half smiled and settled down. Finally, the time felt right and he kissed her as he pushed his way slowly inside her. She moaned softly, and he proceeded, still going slowly, trying not to hurt her. He'd do anything not to hurt her. Increasing speed with each new moan, Gordo and Lizzie eventually felt connected as one body. Breathing heavily, he pushed in and out, doing his best to fill her with immense pleasure.
Afterwards, the two felt a new closeness for each other like they had never known before. There was no need for words as they dressed. Every once in a while one of them would steal a longing glance at the other. Even through the wonderful peace and love the experience had brought them, together they had the idea not to do it again, for a while. They decided to take their relationship slow from then on. There was no point in getting serious so fast**
As he reached the bottom of the steps and the doorbell rang, now louder than ever, the memory of that beautiful night was wretched from Gordo's mind. He fought to regain some part of it, but obliged the ringing doorbell instead. As the door swung open, Gordo's mouth dropped open as he realized who was standing outside.
"Who is it," Lizzie called from her position at the top of the steps.
"It's his mother," a rhaspy voice rang out, sounded disgruntled and angry and taking a step into the house.
"Gordo, aren't you gonna go get that?" Lizzie asked, pushing him away.
"Don't worry, they'll eventually get tired and leave. If it's important, they'll come back later." He dived back down to kiss her again.
"Gordo!" She squealed, pushing him up once again. Watching her hazel eyes sparkle as she laughed, Gordo smiled and headed downstairs. His thoughts drifted to the night when they made it official.
** It was a week after she had told him she loved him. There was a huge party at Ethan Craft's house. Even though Gordo would have rather given his left arm than go to one of Ethan's parties, full of drunk idiots making out, or having sex in any corner of the house possible, he agreed to go along with Lizzie and Miranda. Lizzie had given him her puppy dog face and he couldn't resist. That week, they hadn't spoken about anything that had happened between them. Mostly due to the fact that Miranda always seemed to be around. So Gordo wasn't sure how he should act around Lizzie in a party atmosphere. Or for that matter, how he should act in a party atmosphere. Being the voluntary outcast that he was, Gordo hadn't been to too many of these high school parties. Once there, he tried to slip away and go find a corner to hide in multiple times, but Lizzie and Miranda managed to pull him back, keeping him with them. After making small talk with some of the people at the party, Lizzie and Miranda both began to look bored and told Gordo they were ready to leave. If you weren't drinking, doing drugs or having sex, there really wasn't much to the party.
"Come on Gordo, we're ready to leave," Lizzie said, tugging on Gordo's sleeve.
"So soon?" He asked jokingly. After a stern look from Lizzie, he smiled and said, "I thought we'd be here all night."
"Well, it's turned out to be, well, not quite as glamorous as we expected," Miranda sighed out, looking at the mad house around her. "Oh well, at least we got to talk to Ethan."
The three of them left the party and headed out to Lizzie's car. Miranda was the first to be dropped off, partially because she lived the closest, but mostly because Lizzie knew she had to talk to Gordo sooner or later. The car slowed and came to a stop in Gordo's driveway.
"So," Lizzie said, looking increasingly awkward.
"Um, you wanna come up to my room?" Gordo asked hopefully.
"Yeah, I guess so," Lizzie replied and followed him through his dark, empty house and upstairs.
Closing his bed room door behind him, Gordo gestured for Lizzie to sit down. "Did you want something to drink? We have Coke, Mountain Dew-"
"I think we should talk about us," Lizzie interrupted.
"Right, that. Well, I think, I, I don't know."
"That's what I thought. Well, Gordo, I don't really know either. My decision about what I want depends on what you want."
"Well, I don't know what I want. I mean, I do know what I really want, but I don't know if what I want is what you want or what you want me to want. You know what I mean?"
Lizzie stared at him blankly. "No, Gordo, I have no idea what you mean. Look, I do know this," she paused. "I really like you, and, maybe I always have. It's just, having you open up to me and the feeling I got when I kissed you. It's bringing on these feelings that I didn't know were there. I'm not sure how to react. I mean, I don't know if it's just that I like you because you like me, or if there really was something there all along. All I know, is, I think this is something for you-"
Lizzie's words were interrupted by Gordo's soft lips. For a moment, she didn't return the kiss, knowing that she wanted something resolved tonight. However she eventually succame to it and melted one again, sinking back into her chair. Gordo, followed, leaning into her. Then, very suddenly, he stopped and pulled back. "Lizzie, I really, really like you. I know you're way too good for me," he put a finger up to her lips to stop whatever retort she was about to blurt out at his statement. "But, I want you to be my girlfriend."
Lizzie's eyes darted up to his. For few seconds, she seemed to be searching for something in his eyes to tell her the right response. Then, without warning a look of satisfaction consumed her and she simply said, "Yes." He leaned in to kiss her again, but this time, they moved over to the bed, still holding their kiss. Without speaking, they seemed to know what the other one was thinking, and each party became fearless. Completely sure they were doing the right thing, Lizzie lied down on Gordo's bed and let him push his way on top of her. Through breaks in their passionate kissing, each removed an item of clothing. Lizzie felt the warmth of Gordo's hands lifting her shirt off her back and slowly removing her bra. With her hands, Lizzie unbuttoned his shirt, kissing him after each button came undone. Then she seized his belt buckle and he assisted in the removal of his pants. Feeling their now nude bodies pressing together, neither Lizzie nor Gordo felt any shame. On the contrary, each of them felt a wonderful sensation of raw pleasure. Lizzie smiled up at him, feeling truly beautiful for the first time. Gordo returned the same smile, feeling complete somehow. Finally having someone to feel with, to play with, to love, in a way that felt right. Leaning his head down to her neck, he kissed her softly moving down to her breasts and ending with one kiss on her belly button. Lizzie pulled her hands up his body, slowly caressing him. At this, memories suddenly rushed back into Gordo's mind as he became increasingly uncomfortable. His cuts and scars. She would feel them. She would finally be there in the situation. Feeling the evidence of the pain he felt every day. Obviously showing his worry, Lizzie read his mind and said soothingly, "It's okay, Gordo. I want to touch them. I want to know you." At this, she kissed his cheek and tangled her fingers in his curly hair. He gave her a half smiled and settled down. Finally, the time felt right and he kissed her as he pushed his way slowly inside her. She moaned softly, and he proceeded, still going slowly, trying not to hurt her. He'd do anything not to hurt her. Increasing speed with each new moan, Gordo and Lizzie eventually felt connected as one body. Breathing heavily, he pushed in and out, doing his best to fill her with immense pleasure.
Afterwards, the two felt a new closeness for each other like they had never known before. There was no need for words as they dressed. Every once in a while one of them would steal a longing glance at the other. Even through the wonderful peace and love the experience had brought them, together they had the idea not to do it again, for a while. They decided to take their relationship slow from then on. There was no point in getting serious so fast**
As he reached the bottom of the steps and the doorbell rang, now louder than ever, the memory of that beautiful night was wretched from Gordo's mind. He fought to regain some part of it, but obliged the ringing doorbell instead. As the door swung open, Gordo's mouth dropped open as he realized who was standing outside.
"Who is it," Lizzie called from her position at the top of the steps.
"It's his mother," a rhaspy voice rang out, sounded disgruntled and angry and taking a step into the house.
