Chapter eleven: Not ready
They were laying on her bed, he was on his back idily playing his guitar and she was laying on her belly doing some homework. He reached out a hand and smoothed it over her ass, making her giggle, the way he loved.
No Puckerman. You don't like this girl. She's a bet. He told himself.
"What panties are you wearing?" He asked.
"Noah!" She scolded him, playfully hitting him on the chest.
"C'mon, what colour? Are the white granny panties or are you hiding something sexy?" He asked, trying to inch her skirt up but she swatted his hand away.
"I only ever wear frenchies," She told him. Puck gulped and mentaly stored that information for later.
"What colour?" He asked inching her skirt up again, this time she didn't stop him, so her pushed the material over her pert ass, revealing bright pink frenchies.
"Fuck," He moaned, running his hand over the soft skin of her ass.
"Stop it," She scolded him, pushing her skirt back down but not removing his hand from under it.
"You stop it," He growled, pulling it back up and resting his chin on her thigh to get a better look at the pert bum he was squeezing.
"I have homework to do," Rachel giggled.
"Not stopping ya," Puck retorted placing a experimental kiss to her backside. She let out another giggle.
Puck pulled her panties to the side, giving him a extraordinany veiw of her backside and a glimps of her sex. He ran his thumb down her pussy lips.
"Noah!" She yelped pulling her panties back into the rightful possition and pulling her skirt back down.
"Let me," Puck wined running his lips up the back of her thigh.
"I'm not ready Noah. I've already let you touch my boobs. And given you a present of your own." Rachel pouted, turning round and sitting up, against her head-board.
"I know. Sorry, just get carrired away sometimes. Y'know coz your hot," He grumbled crawling up to her and sliding his lips over hers breifly.
"Its okay. Thank you for stopping Noah," She smiled, pulling him in for a deeper kiss.