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Claire
John pulled me into him as he pushed the both of us against the side of the house, his mouth hot on mine, his tongue gaining easy entrance to my mouth. He tasted of toothpaste and cigarettes. Not unpleasing to my surprise. But nothing about John should surprise me. It's been less than twenty four hours since we really came into each others realm of acknowledgement, and I already know that I can't expect from him what I thought I should.
I pushed my fingers thru his hair, testing the silky texture, holding on to him for dear life. I never wanted this kiss to end. But it did, when we ran out of air. I don't know if you have ever been kissed that way. Until now I hadn't, and I don't know how that it is possible.
We broke apart and gasped for air. I looked him straight in the eyes. He was breathing a heavy jagged breath. I took his hand and led him out of the backyard and back to his car. He opened the door silently and motioned for me to go in first.
I was never so glad in my life that someone did not have the newest, fanciest car. The bench seats allowed John and I to be body to body. And body to body we were. He kissed my lips, working his way down my neck. A moan erupted from him every so often. I had expected him to be rougher with me. But once again, expect the unexpected with John. He made me shiver. Or should I say quiver. Whichever, he gave me Goosebumps.
He leaned over me, tugging my blouse from my Calvin's. Caressing the exposed skin, I trembled under his touch. He reached up and started to unbutton my shirt slowly. Then, suddenly, he stopped. He drew back, and took a cigarette from a pack on the dash, lighting it. I sat up, and backed up against the passenger side door, closing my blouse.
"Wha-Why did you stop?" I asked, trying to hide the hurt in my voice.
He inhaled and held in the smoke for a moment before exhaling. And then he looked at me.
"Is this really how you want to do this? In my old mans car, a party going on outside the windows where anyone could see us?" He asked quietly. In all honesty, it wasn't.
John
She felt so good in my arms. My Cherry. And she wanted me. ME. John Bender. The criminal. The loser. I could not do this here, in my dads car. I actually felt ashamed that I had even considered it. She deserves better than this, than me.
"You didn't stop because of me, then, did you?" She asked in a scared voice. God, she thought she was the reason. She was, but not the way she was thinking.
"God, Claire, no. I've got the blue balls to prove that. I just can't hump you if front of a guy named Stubby's house." I told her seriously.
She looked at me quietly.
"We could go to my house. I mean, my house is huge, and my room is on the other side of the house. There is no way my parents would know that anyone else was there. They don't even bother me in the morning, so you could stay, if you wanted to, that is." She suggested timidly.
Timid. Not something I want my Cherry to be. I looked at her, and slid her back over to me. Taking her chin in my hand, I tilted her face up and kissed her gently.
"Not if it's just because you want to get this over with. I'm a big boy, Claire. I can wait. But don't go repeating that to ANYONE." I half joked.
"I really want you to come over tonight." She told me, her expressive eyes burning into mine.
"Alright. But I have to get this heap back to the old man first. Did you drive here?" I asked.
"My dad let me take his car. I can follow you and then we can just head back in that." She answered. As much as I hated the idea of her going into my neighborhood, seeing my house, it's not like I lived on the south side of Chicago. This was Shermer.
Fifteen minutes later Claire pulled up behind me as I parked the car carefully in the garage of the house. I motioned 'one minute' and ran into the house quickly. I grabbed a few important things, and was right out and opening the door to the BMW.
"Dang, Cherry. If I knew your Daddy's car was this nice, you wouldn't have needed to suggest going back to your house. This is better than most houses I know." I teased her. Claire just smiled at this, knowing full well that not even the nicest of cars would have change my mind about the situation.
We drove the twelve blocks that separate our two worlds. I stroked her knee as she drove and she swatted my hand away.
"If you are going to keep that up, we may not make it home." She told me.
We finally arrived at the house and Claire was right. It was enormous. She parked the car on a long driveway, then led me to a side entrance, and up the back stairway to her room. I didn't notice much about the house, but when we came to her room I was a bit surprise to see that her room was not the overwhelming pink I had expected, but a soothing almost moss green.
She locked the door behind us, a precaution against the housekeeper, not her parents. She walked over to her bed and sat down on the edge of it, smiling at me timidly. Reaching her hand out to me, I joined her on the bed. She was so beautiful. So pure. And she picked me. It was a bit awe inspiring. I leaned in and kissed her softly, taking my time. She deserved that. I sure didn't.
