Author's Note: I might have to stop updating for a little while. I'm working on my outline (again) for this story. After this chapter I might be gone for a little while to get all of my dates organized. I just got this new idea and I've got to figure out how to mesh it all together. And to CraftyNotePad: You sly devil! How did you do that! One of the things you mentioned is actually in one of my first outlines, you'll understand what I'm talking about it the later chapters.
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(June 20, 2010. Lily and Oliver: 19)
OLIVER: I'm driving us home. Her head is against the window and she's sleeping. The orange wig she was wearing is beginning to fall off; her blonde hair is showing in long strands. I tap my thumbs against the steering wheel and whistle along with the tune playing on the radio.
The Hannah concert was a little dull this time. You've seen one you've seen them all! But Lily was there with me holding my hand so it was a little hard to concentrate on anything but her.
I turn the radio up, but just a little I don't want to wake her. Lily turns in her sleep and mumbles something peanuts. I try to suppress a laugh. As we near her house I lean over and stroke her shoulder. "Lily." I whisper. "Lily, wake up."
She looks at me and then poof! Like magic she disappears. Feeling my heat skip a beat I pull over. In the two years we've been dating I have only seen her vanish once, and that was when she was thirty-five.
I look to her seat and all that is left is her clothes in a messy pile. What am I going to do?
(May 24, 2014. Lily: 19, Oliver: 23)
LILY: I'm in a tube. The water is nice and warm. The bubbles smell like lavender. The bathroom is fairly small but I like it. I close my eyes and try to think. Where was I? Oh! With Oliver, driving home from the concert.
I get out of the tube and find a fluffy towel waiting for me on the sink. I dry off and search for clothes. I settle for a bra and large green t-shirt.
"Lily? You here? I got that weird bread you wanted! You know from the new bakery downtown?"
Oliver! I feel a jolt of excitement. I wonder how old he is. I lean against the doorframe of the bedroom and wait. Oliver finds me and smirks.
"Hey."
"Hello." I reply. He's young, not my nineteen Oliver but still young. He pulls me to him and I shuffle a giggle. We kiss and I'm entranced. His hands fumble with my bra hook. I keep on kissing him even as we walk to the bed. It's not till we are lying on the bed and he is pulling my shirt off that I get nervous.
"Hey? What's wrong?"
It's now that I realize he thinks I'm his older Lily, not the nineteen year old virgin.
"I'm, I'm n-not… uh?" Is all that I get out.
"Oh!" Oliver says getting off of me. "Sorry I thought you were well never mind. Do want something?"
I shake my head. To be honest I'm too busy staring at him. Oliver is sitting on the edge of the bed, as far away from me as he can. I crawl closer to him and smile. I can't help but wonder why he is acting strangely.
"You ok?"
"No."
"Why?"
He's nervous. His cheeks turn pink and he keeps licking his lips repeatedly. I'm going to have to just kiss him if he keeps acting this cute.
"You should put some actual clothes on. Here I'll get you something." He gets off the bed, leaving me.
"I'm perfectly comfortable in…" I stop. I get it now. "Hey Oliver?"
He pops his head around the doorframe and looks at me. "Yes?"
"Do I look bad in this?" I say referring to the green shirt.
"No! No it's just I don't want to… to… just change ok? We'll have some coffee or something."
I've never been good at having self control. When I really, truly want something I'll go and get it, no matter what. And at the moment, Oliver has caught my eye.
"Hey Ollie, do you remember any French from high school?"
We are standing in his closet and he nods. "Yes I do."
"Est venu coucher avec moi." I say a smile playing on my lips.
Oliver drops the clothes he had for me to wear and coughs loudly.
"Well?" I say growing impatient.
"Lily we're not I'm not going to… to gotobedwithyou." He says hastily.
"What you and I haven't done it yet in your time?"
I see a smile appear. "Well yes we have but." He coughs again and looks me. "But you're too young and… and…"
I can't take it, I kiss him. So what if I changed my mind not two seconds ago. I want this, now.
OLIVER: I like this. I really, really like this. I've never been able to resist Lily's sweet kisses. And she's not that young. I mean she's a legal adult! I just hope my older Lily doesn't walk in on us. That would be a disaster.
The Lily of the moment is playing with my hair. I lean her down gently on the bed and try my best to be very careful with her. I want her first time to be nice, not rushed. Clothes are always easy to be disposed of.
"Do you have a condom?" She asks breaking away from a kiss.
I nod and turn to the small nightstand. I take a box out and pull one out. She watches me and I feel very self conscious. I clear my throat and turn away.
"So you and I do this a lot in the future?" She wonders aloud nervously.
"Yes we do. And every time it's beautiful Lily. I promise to go slow ok? You can trust me."
She nods and breathes in and out. She is under me and I'm on top. She looks stunning now as the sun sets through our window. I smile and she gives me a grin in return.
I carefully slide into her. I hear her take a sharp breath in and whimper. I suddenly feel like a complete asshole. I'm hurting her! "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." I whisper in her hair. She nods and I proceed.
But then everything changes. I imagine things breaking and blood cascading around me. Lily opens her eyes and a beatific smile appears on her face. It's done. We pull apart and I collapse on the other side of the bed. Lily curls next to me and sighs in satisfaction.
"Hey Lily?"
"Yes?"
"You ok?"
"…Yes. Thank-you."
And she's gone.
(June 20, 2010. Oliver and Lily: 19)
LILY: I'm suddenly back in Oliver's car. I'm sweaty and my head hurts a little. Oliver is ogling at me.
"How long was I gone?" I ask putting my hand to my head.
"Like two minutes… Here take my jacket."
I wrap myself up in his brown coat and Oliver starts the car back up. "It was much longer for me." I say.
"Where were you?"
I smile. "With you."
"Really?"
"Yes."
Oliver drops me off and I run upstairs and take a very long bath. I just had sex…. I just had sex!
(May 25, 2014. Oliver and Lily: 23)
LILY: We are in bed. Oliver is playing with my hair. I'm drifting in and out of sleep; it's still very early in the morning.
"Hey." I hear him say.
"Humfr?" I grunt.
"Why didn't you tell me your first time was here… with me?"
I sit up and my hair wisps around and smacks his face. "I totally forgot that was yesterday!" A tidal wave of memories hit me. The pain. The pleasure. Ooh yes.
"I'm sorry." I say plainly.
"I mean I felt bad that you just left after that. I wanted us to talk and maybe go somewhere. Your first time didn't seem that special."
"But it was with you." I smile.
"So?" He shrugs off.
"So, it was special."
He leans forward and kisses me. "You're wonderful."
"I know." I reply smugly. "Now let me sleep."
"Oui, Mademoiselle."
We snuggle up together and I sigh. Perfect, perfect.
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I hope I didn't poison any of your minds with such vulgar sex talk… Although I'm quiet sure I didn't. Leave your thoughts.
Lazy Days