Chapter 5
Serena turned to him instantly, but he was already digging in his wardrobe. She looked down at the bed, and sat quietly to absorb his proposal. Go to Europe? Why? What would they do? She absently pressed her hand to the blanket, then looked down at the large bed, and suddenly, it became clear. She traced the blanket stitching with one finger, knowing the many things they could do together.
"You wouldn't come only for sex mind you." Serena spun around, her face staining bright red at the fact he had heard her thoughts; and the particular emphasis in some of his words.
"Wha-what do you mean only for sex?" she stuttered. As he folded one of his jackets in his reflection, he stopped to look at her. He eyed her up and down for a second, then grinned wickedly, making her heart skip a beat, and her lower areas tingle. She knew he only meant to imply, not really test his words, but they still made her shake. "Why?" she stuttered. He came over, and organized his clothes and paraphernalia throughout the suitcase.
He didn't look into her eyes, but he still answered. "Have you seen that castle?" She shook her head, and he sent her an image. The castle was almost as large as the Notre Dame cathedral, a navy blue, moss crawling around the back of it.
She blinked, then looked up at him. "So?" she asked. He packed his clothes, then went back to his wardrobe, and opened the cabinets.
"It's bound to get pretty lonely over there. And you're great company."
She tilted her head, and said mock modestly, "Really?" He tossed his socks, and opened his drawers for the underwear. "You have a good personality, you're a great conversationalist, you're smart, loving, attractive, and a delicious kisser."
Serena's eyes shifted, and she said, "Um...thank you..." she said, then cleared her throat before she spoke again. "But, why can't you take Rachel? She has free time, but I've got school. Plus, I'm sure she would love to come."
Stanton folded his underwear, and paired his socks. "Because she and Tymmie are going to Las Vegas the same time I plan on going to Europe." Serena's brows pinched as he zipped the suitcase.
She said, "I thought you said you didn't know when you were leaving." He took both of the bags, and tucked them under his bed.
"I decided to leave this Friday, since the weather's going well then. And I just thought that maybe if we spent enough time together, then we could get over this sexual tension we've had lately." She nodded at the logic, slapped her thighs, and stood.
"Can I think about it?" He nodded, and turned to face her directly.
"You don't need to feel pressured. If you don't want to go, that's fine. I don't mind going by myself, just some company would be nice," he said compassionately. She nodded her thanks, and opened the door. She walked to Rachel's room, so she peeked in, then she abruptly shut the door, and pressed her back to it, facing Stanton's raised brow.
"I think they want to be alone," she said with a furiously red face, wondering worriedly if Rachel could stay that way much longer without needing a nerve specialist.
Stanton's mouth opened with helpless surprise, and as he walked across the hallway to down the steps, he muttered, "I hate the fact that ex-virgins have such powerful sex-drives." She laughed, put her hand on the rail, and walked down with him. At the foot of the stairs, she found a note on the door, plucked it off, then handed it to Stanton. After reading it quickly, he shook his head, and tossed it into the trash.
He turned to her, his eyes smoky, even angry as he asked her, "A quick visit, but do you want me to take you home?" She nodded, and they headed out to his car. As they drove to her house in silence, she pinched the drawstrings to her sweats, fiddling with them as her thoughts drifted to his offer.
She'd admit that she wasn't exactly thinking straight, for one reason or the next, but his proposal he made in room did seem to make sense. People who spent too much time by themselves did seem to develop problems in their relationships, making them fight or dislike each other. And she didn't want any of that with Stanton. Not after all the hellacious ordeals their relationship had survived so far.
But she couldn't live the rest of life as a mistress either. Even though the thought of being Stanton's sex slave gave her so many ideas she was blushing three seconds later. She had to get her mind off all of the sexual issues! For God's sakes, she was fifteen, not thirty-three.
So, maybe she could agree to go with him, and stay there until the sexual tension between them diminished, then go home, that way there was a very slim chance of their relationship taking a down-side, and the sexual tension would finally be gone. And as a bonus, she'd miss school and spend some more time with Stanton too.
She lifted her head nervously to peek at Stanton. He turned the wheel, his gaze concentrating on the road. He turned his head back for a second, then turned it back to the road abruptly, making his shaggy blond hair sway over his eyes.
He gave a small grunt, evidently frustrated about not being able to pull his hair out of his eyes, making her fingers itch to do it for him. So she did. His silky hair pushed back easily, and soon the pads of her fingers reached the sensitive skin near his eyes. She pushed his hair away just enough to get out of his eyes, but not tucking it behind his ear.
She reluctantly pulled her fingers away, missing the intimate connection. 'Thanks.' Smiling again, Serena settled comfortably in her seat, realizing that her idea might work. So long as Stanton agreed to it. His car came to a slow halt, and she looked around, disappointed that she was in her own driveway.
Summoning a bright smile, Serena said softly, "Thanks. It's been a great day." He smiled charmingly, and nodded. She reached for the handle to the door, when his fingertips rested on her arm. Brows arched, she looked at him questioningly.
His eyes searched hers for a second, as if he forgot he was telepathic, then his gaze went, and lingered on her lips until she licked them quickly. She knew what was happening to him. She felt it too. What was happening to them? Of course teenagers were supposed to be under sexual pressures, where someone persuaded them to do something against their will, or were at one time because they had fallen too deep.
But she wasn't unwilling. Even when she had first seen Stanton she had felt a shimmer of excitement that made her cluck her tongue ring against her teeth and shyly smile at him. And when they had started going out, she often had little fantasies of making out with him. But soon they changed from making out, to making love. And then they broke up. And now that they were together again, everything was ten times as strong.
"Stanton—" He lunged forward, and clamped his mouth to hers, swallowing her little yelp of surprise, which soon turned into a moan of longing as she wrapped her arms around him. Was she crazy? Someone could see them and tell Collin that she was having it out in the front seat! Yet somehow, the possibility of getting caught, only managed to excite her further. That didn't take much, now that she thought about it.
He gripped her hips, and pulled her back onto the seat, her stomach aligning with his in a perfect fit. If possible, he deepened the kiss, but roused a frustrated groan from her when he inched back, only to come back just as quickly, and grind his hips and groin into hers. She groaned at the hot friction of his jeans denim, and her sweats cotton, sliding against each other. This was all so hot, so deliciously forbidden, so...dangerous.
Apparently, Stanton sensed it too, for he yanked back, leapt to his side of the car, and gripped the steering wheel like it was all he had to refrain from touching her again. Serena licked her tingling lips, and rose, her hands between her lap. "Stanton, I—"
"Don't say a word! Just get out of here before I change my mind!"
She scrambled out, and watched as he frantically drove off. No questions or doubts about it now. Serena would never do things like that on a normal basis. Someone was pushing them closer together. But who? And for the love of God why?
I'm gonna start updating maybe once every five or six days. I need some help. I have some the ideas, but anybody got a few naughty sentences I can use for this and the couple? Don't have to, I just need help. (I 4got disclaimer; I own absolutely NOTHING! Except Rachel so far. Personalization:
Pamela: Is this the first story you've read of mine? If so, check out New Magic C16 to clear things up. N Stanton got kicked out in the series. Not in so many words, but he was.
daughterofthemoon00: You really don't have to print it...I'm too late aren't I?
Jeanat: What do you mean something bad?
If I didn't personalize you, that doesn't mean I'm not thinking of you and thanking you! lata.
Magz
Serena turned to him instantly, but he was already digging in his wardrobe. She looked down at the bed, and sat quietly to absorb his proposal. Go to Europe? Why? What would they do? She absently pressed her hand to the blanket, then looked down at the large bed, and suddenly, it became clear. She traced the blanket stitching with one finger, knowing the many things they could do together.
"You wouldn't come only for sex mind you." Serena spun around, her face staining bright red at the fact he had heard her thoughts; and the particular emphasis in some of his words.
"Wha-what do you mean only for sex?" she stuttered. As he folded one of his jackets in his reflection, he stopped to look at her. He eyed her up and down for a second, then grinned wickedly, making her heart skip a beat, and her lower areas tingle. She knew he only meant to imply, not really test his words, but they still made her shake. "Why?" she stuttered. He came over, and organized his clothes and paraphernalia throughout the suitcase.
He didn't look into her eyes, but he still answered. "Have you seen that castle?" She shook her head, and he sent her an image. The castle was almost as large as the Notre Dame cathedral, a navy blue, moss crawling around the back of it.
She blinked, then looked up at him. "So?" she asked. He packed his clothes, then went back to his wardrobe, and opened the cabinets.
"It's bound to get pretty lonely over there. And you're great company."
She tilted her head, and said mock modestly, "Really?" He tossed his socks, and opened his drawers for the underwear. "You have a good personality, you're a great conversationalist, you're smart, loving, attractive, and a delicious kisser."
Serena's eyes shifted, and she said, "Um...thank you..." she said, then cleared her throat before she spoke again. "But, why can't you take Rachel? She has free time, but I've got school. Plus, I'm sure she would love to come."
Stanton folded his underwear, and paired his socks. "Because she and Tymmie are going to Las Vegas the same time I plan on going to Europe." Serena's brows pinched as he zipped the suitcase.
She said, "I thought you said you didn't know when you were leaving." He took both of the bags, and tucked them under his bed.
"I decided to leave this Friday, since the weather's going well then. And I just thought that maybe if we spent enough time together, then we could get over this sexual tension we've had lately." She nodded at the logic, slapped her thighs, and stood.
"Can I think about it?" He nodded, and turned to face her directly.
"You don't need to feel pressured. If you don't want to go, that's fine. I don't mind going by myself, just some company would be nice," he said compassionately. She nodded her thanks, and opened the door. She walked to Rachel's room, so she peeked in, then she abruptly shut the door, and pressed her back to it, facing Stanton's raised brow.
"I think they want to be alone," she said with a furiously red face, wondering worriedly if Rachel could stay that way much longer without needing a nerve specialist.
Stanton's mouth opened with helpless surprise, and as he walked across the hallway to down the steps, he muttered, "I hate the fact that ex-virgins have such powerful sex-drives." She laughed, put her hand on the rail, and walked down with him. At the foot of the stairs, she found a note on the door, plucked it off, then handed it to Stanton. After reading it quickly, he shook his head, and tossed it into the trash.
He turned to her, his eyes smoky, even angry as he asked her, "A quick visit, but do you want me to take you home?" She nodded, and they headed out to his car. As they drove to her house in silence, she pinched the drawstrings to her sweats, fiddling with them as her thoughts drifted to his offer.
She'd admit that she wasn't exactly thinking straight, for one reason or the next, but his proposal he made in room did seem to make sense. People who spent too much time by themselves did seem to develop problems in their relationships, making them fight or dislike each other. And she didn't want any of that with Stanton. Not after all the hellacious ordeals their relationship had survived so far.
But she couldn't live the rest of life as a mistress either. Even though the thought of being Stanton's sex slave gave her so many ideas she was blushing three seconds later. She had to get her mind off all of the sexual issues! For God's sakes, she was fifteen, not thirty-three.
So, maybe she could agree to go with him, and stay there until the sexual tension between them diminished, then go home, that way there was a very slim chance of their relationship taking a down-side, and the sexual tension would finally be gone. And as a bonus, she'd miss school and spend some more time with Stanton too.
She lifted her head nervously to peek at Stanton. He turned the wheel, his gaze concentrating on the road. He turned his head back for a second, then turned it back to the road abruptly, making his shaggy blond hair sway over his eyes.
He gave a small grunt, evidently frustrated about not being able to pull his hair out of his eyes, making her fingers itch to do it for him. So she did. His silky hair pushed back easily, and soon the pads of her fingers reached the sensitive skin near his eyes. She pushed his hair away just enough to get out of his eyes, but not tucking it behind his ear.
She reluctantly pulled her fingers away, missing the intimate connection. 'Thanks.' Smiling again, Serena settled comfortably in her seat, realizing that her idea might work. So long as Stanton agreed to it. His car came to a slow halt, and she looked around, disappointed that she was in her own driveway.
Summoning a bright smile, Serena said softly, "Thanks. It's been a great day." He smiled charmingly, and nodded. She reached for the handle to the door, when his fingertips rested on her arm. Brows arched, she looked at him questioningly.
His eyes searched hers for a second, as if he forgot he was telepathic, then his gaze went, and lingered on her lips until she licked them quickly. She knew what was happening to him. She felt it too. What was happening to them? Of course teenagers were supposed to be under sexual pressures, where someone persuaded them to do something against their will, or were at one time because they had fallen too deep.
But she wasn't unwilling. Even when she had first seen Stanton she had felt a shimmer of excitement that made her cluck her tongue ring against her teeth and shyly smile at him. And when they had started going out, she often had little fantasies of making out with him. But soon they changed from making out, to making love. And then they broke up. And now that they were together again, everything was ten times as strong.
"Stanton—" He lunged forward, and clamped his mouth to hers, swallowing her little yelp of surprise, which soon turned into a moan of longing as she wrapped her arms around him. Was she crazy? Someone could see them and tell Collin that she was having it out in the front seat! Yet somehow, the possibility of getting caught, only managed to excite her further. That didn't take much, now that she thought about it.
He gripped her hips, and pulled her back onto the seat, her stomach aligning with his in a perfect fit. If possible, he deepened the kiss, but roused a frustrated groan from her when he inched back, only to come back just as quickly, and grind his hips and groin into hers. She groaned at the hot friction of his jeans denim, and her sweats cotton, sliding against each other. This was all so hot, so deliciously forbidden, so...dangerous.
Apparently, Stanton sensed it too, for he yanked back, leapt to his side of the car, and gripped the steering wheel like it was all he had to refrain from touching her again. Serena licked her tingling lips, and rose, her hands between her lap. "Stanton, I—"
"Don't say a word! Just get out of here before I change my mind!"
She scrambled out, and watched as he frantically drove off. No questions or doubts about it now. Serena would never do things like that on a normal basis. Someone was pushing them closer together. But who? And for the love of God why?
I'm gonna start updating maybe once every five or six days. I need some help. I have some the ideas, but anybody got a few naughty sentences I can use for this and the couple? Don't have to, I just need help. (I 4got disclaimer; I own absolutely NOTHING! Except Rachel so far. Personalization:
Pamela: Is this the first story you've read of mine? If so, check out New Magic C16 to clear things up. N Stanton got kicked out in the series. Not in so many words, but he was.
daughterofthemoon00: You really don't have to print it...I'm too late aren't I?
Jeanat: What do you mean something bad?
If I didn't personalize you, that doesn't mean I'm not thinking of you and thanking you! lata.
Magz