Selena's POV
After our bath we dried off and changed into pyjamas and dressing-gowns. Demi lay on my bed with the TV on the movie channels, with The Notebook paused at the opening credits ready to start. I loved having the ability to pause, rewind and record live TV.
"Come on baby, come to bed." Demi said lazily with a smile. It was around six PM and we were both admittedly very tired after long hard days at school. I wanted nothing more than to just cuddle up with my girlfriend and relax but I had to order the pizza which meant I had to go downstairs and get the menus.
"I'm just gonna run downstairs, I'll be back in two minutes, I promise." I told her, walking quickly out of the room and downstairs after kissing the top of her head.
Grabbing the menu for the pizza, I noticed that there was no noise coming from anywhere else in the house. I started looking around the house and found, instead of my mom, a note with my mom's hand-writing on pinned to the front door.
'Lena;
Gone out for drinks with Charlie and Jax. Be back by 1, money in the jar for pizza and whatever else. Behave!
Love, Mom x
I grinned to myself at the fact that my mom was out for the night and headed back upstairs with the menu and the night, no longer hungry for pizza, if you catch my drift.
"What took you so long?" Mumbled Demi into the pillow, which caused me to chuckle at her and sit next to her on the bed.
"Nothing. What pizza do you want?" I asked her, throwing the menu to her. It landed on her lap and she shrugged.
"I don't mind. Just get peperoni or something." She said, giving me the menu back. I nodded and quickly dialled the number on the back of the menu, ordering the pizza from the heavily-accented foreign man.
"My mom's gone out for the night, we have the house to ourselves…" I trailed off suggestively, running a finger slowly down Demi's gown-clad back. She lifted her head up from the pillow and turned on her side to face me with a smirk.
"Oh, is that so?" She asked flirtatiously.
"Mhm." I mumbled to her as I closed the small gap between our lips, our faces had grown closer as we were speaking without my noticing. Pressing my lips softly against hers, I let my hands wonder up and down her smooth sides and shifted my body so that I was on top of her, our kiss becoming more heated by the second.
Our lips never left each other's for what felt like forever, however, realistically it was only around ten minutes. I started tugging at the fabric of her loose-fitting t-shirt and she lifted her tanned arms up so that I could lift it over her head.
Her shirt was discarded on the floor and mine followed it soon. It left us both just clad in bras and shorts. I grinned at her stupidly before moving down to start kissing her neck, nipping and sucking in random places. I was trying desperately to find her pulse-point, and once I did, she made it pretty obvious by letting out a deep throaty moan.
I sucked hard on the sensitive skin and rested my hands softly on her breasts through her bra. I started kissing further down, down her chest, on her cleavage and down the valley between her perfectly proportioned breasts.
Demi's hands ran through my hair repeatedly, stroking my head and untangling the small knots and kinks that had formed. Another moan escaped her lips and I started kneading softly at her breasts through her bra.
I moved my hands slowly along the strap of her bra, round to her back where the catch was. I stopped kissing her and looked her in the eye, silently asking her permission to remove the bright blue garment.
A simple nod and a flick of my fingers made the bra become undone and I slid it off her arms.
I couldn't help but just stare for a while. Her breasts were perfect; Perky and proportioned. I'd only ever seen breasts on uhm… inappropriate videos? They were just like hers on there and it made me wonder if she'd had a boob job like the girls in the videos had.
"No, I haven't had anything done to them if that's what you're about to ask." She said with a smirk. I smirked back and raised an eyebrow at her.
"And what makes you think that I was wondering that?" I asked her.
"It's what everyone asks. I've kinda become used to it." She replied with a simple shrug of her shoulders.
"They're gorgeous, Demi… They suit you." I told her embarrassedly. My cheeks turned slightly pink, I was almost certain of it. I didn't leave any time for her to respond as I dipped my head down and captured her left nipple in my mouth.
She moaned once again as I swirled my tongue around the hard pink bud whilst rubbing the other with my right hand. Her hands pushed my head as close as possible to her breasts and I started biting softly and flicking the bud with my tongue.
"Mmm… 'Lena…" She moaned breathlessly. I grinned as I bit down slightly harder before moving my attention to the other nipple.
She growled softly and lifted her chest slightly to try and get me closer to her. I pulled away from her and looked deeply into her beautiful brown eyes.
"You taste so good." I told her without realising, which was followed by an embarrassed blush on my cheeks. To hide my embarrassment and avoid any awkwardness I leant forward and captured her bottom lip between mine, sucking on it gently.
I started kissing down her body again, down her neck, down the valley between her breasts, and down her stomach. I dipped my tongue in her belly-button and gently tugged on the belly-ring with my teeth.
"Mmm… 'Lena… Baby, stop." She moaned out. I pulled away and looked at her, wondering what I'd done wrong.
"Did I do something bad? If I did then I'm really sorry..." I apologised, hoping she would forgive me and let me carry on.
"No baby girl, no you didn't do anything wrong. We've been dating for a day, I don't want to have sex with you yet. I don't want you to think I'm just in it for the sex and I want our first time to be really special, not just a straight-away thing. I want to wait for a while. I'd rather make love to you than have sex with you, as cheesy as it sounds." Demi informed me. I crawled up the bed and lay next to her on my side so that I was facing her. I pulled the blankets over us and pecked her lips softly.
"You're amazing, you know that?" I asked. She looked at me, puzzled. "You just stopped me doing that to you because you want it to be special. I really respect you for that, but just so you know, I don't and never would think you're just in it for the sex. I know you better than that." I explained to her with a soft, reassuring smile playing on my lips.
"Like I said, I just wouldn't want you to think it, regardless of whether or not you actually do. I really like you, Selena, and I don't want to mess this up by doing something as emotional and life-changing as that. I hope you understand that." Demi told me as she stroked my cheek softly with her thumb and wrapped her other arm around my waist, pulling my body tightly against hers.
Her breasts pressed against my own, and although my bra was still in the way of them touching, I felt a warmth travel to my southern region at that fact that there was only one layer of clothing separating us, rather than the usual four.
"Of course I understand."
"That I am glad of. Sounds to me like the food's here." She said as the sound of a motorbike engine revving could be heard through the window outside.
Climbing out of the bed lazily, I went to the window and saw a shiny red motorbike pull up outside of the house. I nodded to Demi and quickly kissed her forehead. "I'll be back in a minute." I told her.
Just as I reached the bottom step, the buzzer from outside of the house sounded loudly and I pressed the 'answer' button.
"Just a second, I'll open the door." I told the person outside kindly through the microphone. An 'okay' came through the speaker and I opened the door.
"Hi, thanks. How much is it?" I asked the typical, spotty, high-voiced teenage boy holding the large pizza box.
"Twenty-three bucks please, darling." He said with a wink. I held back the urge to laugh at that and took the pizza.
"Hang on a second, I need to go and get the money." I told him. I didn't look back at him as I went quickly to the kitchen to grab the money from the jar that my mom left. "Here you go. You can keep the change." I said as I handed him twenty-five dollars.
"Thank you, beautiful. Whilst you were gone I took the liberty of writing my number down on top of the box. Give me a call sometime, I'll take you on a date…" He said forwardly, leaving the sentence hanging for my name. I was desperately trying not to start rolling on the floor with laughter at how forward he was.
"Selena. And I'm sorry, but you're uhm… really just… not my type." I told him, trying to let him down gently.
"I get it. You have a boyfriend. I bet I'm better in the sack than him." He boasted. I really couldn't believe this kid.
"No, actually, I don't have a boyfriend. You're just really not my type." I told him, closing the door quickly so that he couldn't say anything else. I didn't want to seem rude but he was beginning to scare me slightly.
"Don't be like that gorgeous, I love you." He said through the speaker. I actually laughed at that one. I didn't even know his name and he was saying he loved me.
"You don't know what love is buddy. See ya!" I told him through the microphone before running upstairs with the pizza.
"Once again, what took you so long?" Demi asked me with a raised eyebrow.
"The creepy kid delivering the pizza wouldn't leave me alone. He wrote his number on the box, expecting me to call him. He was vile." I told her as I climbed into bed and put the hot pizza box on the bed between us.
"Is he still down there?" She asked me.
"I dunno. Probably, I haven't heard the bike go yet, why?"
"I'm going to go and have a word with him. No one tries to pull my girlfriend, regardless of whether or not they know she's my girlfriend." She said as she threw the blankets off herself and headed out of the room, with me following her to make sure she behaved.
"Come on baby, I know you're still there really." The voice came over the speaker. Demi looked at me with an eyebrow raised and opened the door.
"And who the fuck do you think you are?" Demi asked with her eyebrow still raised as the boy from earlier looked at her with a weird look.
"I'm going to be this pretty little ladies date tomorrow night, seven o'clock, the park down the road. Bring cash for food." He said before starting to walk down the driveway.
"Oh no you don't. I don't know who the hell you think you are, or who you think you're speaking to for that matter, but you don't ever try and pull my girlfriend again, you spotty, disgusting little freak. Get back to work, there's a good little boy." She said as she patted his short greasy hair and then wiped her hand on his jacket in disgust.
"You're a perv! You look way too old to be with her!" He exclaimed, looking between the two of us. Shit.
"She's not really my girlfriend. She's my big sister and she's being over protective. I'm sorry, you're just not my type and I'm not going to call you. I'd appreciate it if you would leave my property now." I told him as my mom's car pulled into the driveway quietly. He didn't notice as she got out and stood behind him, followed by a man I hadn't seen for months because he'd had to stay at work; My father.
"I'm going no-where until you give me your number." He said stubbornly.
"Is that so?" My dad growled at him, looking down on him. My father was tall, muscly and deep-voiced; the typical 'scary guy.'
"Y-yes sir." Pizza boy turned to face him worriedly. "I'd like to date your daughter." He said shakily.
"Well I believe she has made it quite clear that she doesn't want to date you; I'm pretty sure she has standards, now get away from my house before I have the police here, which can happen in two minutes flat." He ordered him.
"I'm… I'm going no-where." He said, stomping his foot on the floor. My dad looked angry before pizza boy had even got the chance to be scared, my dad grabbed him by his greasy hair and carried him to his motorbike.
"Fuck off you stupid child. Come near my daughter again and I'll destroy you so that they can't even find your body. Go." He told him angrily. Pizza boy didn't say another word; he just sped off, one hand on his head from where my dad had grabbed him.
"Daddy!" I shouted at him happily as I ran and hugged him. I had missed my dad so much in the few months he'd been stuck in India doing work for Microsoft. I nearly cried when he picked me up and carried me into the house bridal style; like when I was little.
My mom and Demi followed behind, talking quietly so that my dad didn't hear what they were saying; he didn't know I was gay yet, I'd never gotten round to telling him.
"Here you go 'Lena bear. Have you missed me?" He asked me with a huge grin on his face. My dad was huge, like really tall. Me, my mom and Demi all looked like seven-year-olds around him.
"Of course I have daddy, I've missed you so much. How long are you home for?" I asked him as I cuddled into his side and he wrapped an arm around me. My mom sat on the other side of him in the same position as me whilst Demi stood there awkwardly.
"Two weeks, then I have to go to Germany for a week. I thought it would be a nice surprise for you so your mom left you that note so that you would be shocked. Was it a nice surprise?" He asked me with a knowing look.
"The best." I told him.
"And who might you be?" He asked, turning to Demi.
"Dad, this is Demi. She's staying with us for a while because her house burnt down. She's my English teacher as well." I explained to him.
"Oh okay, any friend of Selena's is a friend of mine and more than welcome in my house, so Demi, it's a pleasure to meet you." He said, directed at Demi who smiled nervously. My dad then turned to me again. "So how's it going with this Nick boy you were seeing before I left? I hope he's been treating you like a princess." He joked. I looked down at my hands then back up at my dad.
"That's something I've been waiting to talk to you about, Daddy. Nick and I broke up, there's more to it than just a break up though. I'd like to tell you when it's just you and I though, it's not that mom doesn't know, it's just something I'd prefer to be private between the two of us." I rambled on.
"Alright then. Do you want to talk now or would you like to wait a while?" He asked me.
"May as well do it now, rather than just keep you wondering and me waiting. Mom, can you or Demi go up to my room and get the pizza then start eating it in the dining room or something?" I asked my mom, who nodded. They left and closed the door behind them. As soon as the door was fully closed, my dad turned to face me and smiled reassuringly.
"So what is it then, 'Lena bear?" He asked me, taking both my hands in his.
"Please promise me you won't freak out." I begged him.
"I promise baby girl. Heck, I swear I won't freak out, not even if you tell me you're a lesbian." He said jokingly, followed by a chuckle which I didn't return.
"You uhm… you really wouldn't mind?" I asked him quietly.
"Of course not… 'Lena bear, you're my little girl and I'll love you unconditionally, no matter what. Am I right in assuming that you are?" He asked me softly. I didn't look at him; I looked down at my hands and nodded. "You're not just messing me around are you?"
"No Daddy, I'm sorry." I told him, feeling the need to apologise that his 'perfect little girl' wasn't perfect.
"You don't have to apologise. I'm not stupid enough to think that something like that is a choice. I know you can't change it, and I wouldn't want you too. I love you unconditionally, like I said."
"Thanks Dad." I said as he hugged me tightly.
"So, who's the lucky lady then, or are you just browsing at the moment?" He asked me, half-jokingly.
"That's uhm… another thing you have to promise not to freak out about…" I trailed off nervously.
"It's her in there, isn't it?" I didn't say anything. I just nodded.