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Ch. 2 The Un Relationship Heats Up
(OWEN)
I'm flushed, sweating, hard and the image from my dream of naked Clare sitting on my lap remains burned into my mind. I hear noises in other parts of the house, muffled but Tris is up and in the kitchen. It's almost ten so our parents are at work. I left my window open, but the mid-August rains have made the morning very humid, not helping with the fact that I'm already hot and sticky. I get up send a message to Clare asking if she can meet up today before I hop in the shower.
We've been meeting just about once a day to make out, usually in my car as I take her home from Adam's. All we've done is make out, and I'm being patient. I told her she could set the pace and I meant it. I am enjoying this un relationship and am very happy to just kiss her, but I have to admit a part of me wants to go father. I won't push her though, just making out is fantastic.
There are days when can't meet up because we're busy. Yesterday for example, her mom's wedding is in two weeks, and she went with her mom yesterday to get a dress for the wedding. They had dinner after, and I went to a party with Drew, Katie, and Bianca, so I didn't see Clare. I dreamt about her though and this morning I'm dying to see her. I'm happy to find a message from her when I'm out of the shower.
Hockey Honey: My parents are gone for the day; you can come over.
I smile and reply back that I'm on my way. After quickly getting dressed and ready I hop in my car and drive to Clare's. As usual, I park a couple of houses down from hers. I ring the doorbell and Clare opens the door a moment later.
"Have a good time with your mom yesterday?" I ask as I walk into the living room. I've been over a few times to see her while her mom was out, we always stay in the living room though.
"It was pretty good, we got my dress for the wedding, want to see it?"
"Sure," I shrug. I imagine it will be a typical bridesmaids dress, some ugly color and seeing how demure and prudish Clare typically is, probably something conservative.
"Wait here," Clare says and runs upstairs. I sit on the sofa and take out my phone, when I hear her feet on the stairs again, I slide my phone back into my pocket. "What do you think?" Clare asks appearing at the bottom of the stairs.
For a moment I can't answer, I'm dumbstruck by the vision of beautiful sexiness that is before me. The scarlet dress with a black sash and thin black sleeves seems to have been poured onto her. The chest is cut decently low, her breasts just about popping out. The flowy fabric traces her curves until her hips where it cascades down ending at her knees.
"I think no one's eyes will be on the bride because you look amazing and super sexy," I tell her when my brain remembers how to form words again.
"You really think so?" Clare asks biting her lip.
"I can't take my eyes off you."
Clare blushes and walks slowly to me; I reach out and take her hips guiding her to sit on my lap. Clare's arms go around my neck and her lips attach to mine. I was already getting hard watching Clare in her dress, now with her on my lap and kissing her hard I'm very horny and my bulge is surely poking her. So, when Clare suddenly jumps off my lap, I worry that she felt my erection and it scared her. I'm about to apologize but then she reaches back and slowly starts unzipping her dress. I become mesmerized as she takes one sleeve off her shoulder, then the other, and the dress begins peeling from her body. I'm astonished and happy to see that she has no bra on. I wonder if she did that just because she was trying the dress on for me, or if she can't wear a bra with it. I'm not sure I like the idea of her in that dress with no bra at the wedding. I'd ask if she plans to wear a bra with it, but her breasts become revealed, and I lose all thoughts in my mind.
"Can I?" I manage to ask while resisting the urge to just reach out and grab them.
Clare bites her lip and nods; I pull her to me and place her between my legs. Reaching out I cup her breasts in my hands, exploring every inch of her supple, sumptuous breasts with my fingers. Her skin is so soft, her breasts feel amazing in my hands. When she moans softly and tips her head back it's a beautiful sight. I explore every centimeter of each breast with my fingers, gently pinching and rolling her nipples between my fingers. Clare bites her lip, but every time a soft moan escapes her lips, it goes straight my dick.
I don't want to release her breasts, but I want her back on my lap. My hands slowly leave her breasts and I take her waist again pulling her back into my lap. I don't rush anything in case she wants to stop. She just smiles and sits in my lap putting her arms around my neck and my lips attach to hers again. Her lips part allowing my tongue to slide in and caress hers. My hands find her breasts again, I want to keep touching them all day, to touch them until my fingers memorize every inch of her breasts. However, when my phone rings and hers alerts her to a text I sigh as she gets up to retrieve her phone. She's still topless and it's distracting, but I pull my phone from my jeans. Drew is calling and Clare is looking at her phone, so I answer.
"Hey Drew."
"Hey, Marisol is having a pool party and Katie is insisting we go. I'm dragging Adam along, and I need you to come so I don't kill Marisol. Adam is texting Clare to see if she'll come, if she says she will, can you pick her up and bring her? I'll text you Marisol's address."
"I know where she lives, she had a pool party last year for the football team. I can pick up Clare if she says she's coming," I reply.
"Adam just heard from her she's coming, we'll see you guys there," Drew says before hanging up.
"I'm going to go change," Clare tells me when I look at her. She's pulled up her dress to cover her breasts but hasn't zipped it.
"Yeah, guess I better run home too, I'll be back in fifteen minutes or so," I reply.
She smiles softly before going up the stairs and I let myself out of her house. I drive home, forcing myself to think unsexy thoughts so my erection will go down. As hard as it is I have to put thoughts of Clare's breasts out of my mind. When I get home the house is empty, Tris is likely down the street at Tori's. I run down to my room and quickly change into my board shorts. Then get back in my car returning to Clare's, when I pull up, she comes out and locks the front door. She smiles at me when she gets in my car, but we're silent all the way to Marisol's. I can't tell if she just doesn't want to talk about it because she's having second thoughts, or doesn't want to bring it up because she'll want to do it again.
Marisol's driveway is full, so we park down the street and walk up. I ring the bell and the door opens a moment later, a cheerleader stands there, I forget her name. She smiles when she sees me, pulling me inside and Clare follows. Adam is sitting on the sofa; Clare sees him and goes over sitting with Adam. I just hear him say he's glad she's there before the cheerleader drags me outside. I spend the rest of the party with Drew and most of the football team. I only catch glimpses of Clare the rest of the day, which does help me keep thoughts of her from my mind. I don't even have to take her home, her mom picks up Clare and Adam, he's going to her house for dinner.
I stay at Marisol's until the party breaks up and go home eating with my family. I talk about the pool party, but not Clare of course. Not talking about Clare and doing my best not to think of her all day doesn't stop me from dreaming about her that night. I dream about having her on my lap, laid back on the sofa and topless. I'm kissing her hard, toying with her breasts. Alternating between kissing her luscious lips and beautiful breasts. A dream I hope to make come true very soon.
(CLARE)
Rolling over in my bed I grab my phone to look at the time. It's after midnight and I can't sleep. Mom went to bed two hours ago and she's asleep, she has to be out early for a meeting. I cannot get to sleep, which is probably because all I can think about is Owen being here Monday morning. When I showed him my dress for the wedding and let him touch my breasts. It was a little scary, but it was also thrilling and satisfying in a way I didn't know was possible.
The way Owen looked at me, the intense attention he was paying to me. It was almost a form of worship, and I felt a little like a goddess at the time. I want to feel that again, maybe a little more, I think I'm ready for a little more. I saw Owen Tuesday; he took me home from Adam's and we made out in his car for about twenty minutes with all our clothes on. I didn't see him Wednesday or today as I was made to stay home and help move Glen and Jake in. They aren't totally moved in, that happens this weekend, but we got most of Jake's room set up.
It may be a contributing factor to the fact I can't sleep. Knowing that Jake's room is right next door, yet he's not here. He will be though; the wedding is the Saturday after next which means Jake will have to come home before long. I haven't really thought about it, I try not to, mostly because I really don't know how I will feel when I see him again. I don't want to think about it right now either and deciding that I'm not going to sleep I message Owen asking if he can come get me.
He replies almost instantly that he'll leave in a few minutes. I tell him to park in the driveway and message me when he's there. I put on my coat, quietly go downstairs waiting for Owen to message me. I made it look like I was still sleeping even though I'm fairly certain Mom won't won't get up and check on me. When Owen messages that he's there I leave quietly through the side door, locking the handle and go around the garage getting in Owen's car. He smiles at me as I buckle my seatbelt and he begins driving to his house.
"Thanks, I just couldn't get to sleep," I tell him.
"And you thought a heated make out session in my room would fix that?"
"It would at least keep me from lying there and thinking about it," I reply.
Owen smiles, the rest of the short drive is silent. Owen parks, we get out of the car going in through his private entrance. When we're in his room I take off my coat and his grin gets a little bigger when he sees I'm in nothing but pajamas. I bite my lip and pull off my pajama top revealing my breasts. Owen's eyes change, glossing with lust, yet looking at me with awe and worship again. I tug at his shirt, and he pulls it off showing me his chiseled chest.
"May I?" I question just as he did when I was topless in my house a few days ago.
"You have it wrong," he comments gently taking my wrists and placing my hands on his chest. "I ask permission to touch you, but you never need permission to touch me," he says. I smile and begin softly running my fingers over each carved muscle.
"You can touch," I whisper when he just stands there watching me touch him.
Owen's hands cup my breasts, he seems to feel the weight of them before he begins gently massaging them. After a couple moments he backs up sitting on his bed, pulling me with him into his lap. Our lips connect in an electrifying kiss. I put one arm around his shoulders and my other hand caresses his torso, feeling and memorizing every muscle. Owen's hands never leave my breasts, massaging gently and toying with my nipples. After a while Owen shifts, lying me back on his bed, he's hovering over me but still looking at me with adoration and awe.
"Okay?" He asks.
I nod and his lips attach to mine again. We continue making out, our hands exploring the other's chest. The kissing is heated, but not frenetic, it's steady and calming and I begin to feel tired. I try not to show it, part of me doesn't want to stop kissing Owen, but when I can't help breaking the kiss to yawn Owen chuckles.
"Guess I should get you home," he comments.
"I don't want to move, your bed is too nice," I reply yawning again and curling on my side.
"Should I sleep on the floor?"
"Oh, no I don't want to kick you out of your bed," I reply getting up and grabbing my pajama top. "You can take me back or I can walk, I'll just be very careful when I sneak back in," I say getting my pajama top back on. Owen reaches out, taking my arm and pulling me back to the bed.
"I don't want you to leave either, and you are not walking home. My floor is fine, take the bed, I'll be right back," he insists.
I start to worry when he's gone for several minutes, but he soon returns with a couple blankets. He takes a pillow from his bed, kissing my forehead as he does. He puts a thick comforter on the floor and turns off the light. As he makes himself comfortable, I get under his blankets. Happy, tired and surrounded by Owen's scent, his deep breathing coming from just below me, I fall asleep quickly. I wake the next morning when Owen gets up and leaves his room, I stretch and get out of the bed. Owen returns to the room, giving me a goofy morning grin.
"You're adorable with bedhead," he says. I blush and turn away a little trying to tame my curls. "The washroom is next door; my parents are at work and even if my brother is up, he won't see you and he doesn't come down here. I'll get dressed while you're in the washroom and then I'll run you home to get dressed and we can head to the Torres house."
"Sounds good, thanks," I smile.
I leave his room and go into the washroom. After emptying my bladder and washing my hands I attempt once again to tame my hair. I quickly give up and return to Owen's room, he's just pulling a t-shirt on when I come in. He slips on some shoes, and I get my coat back on before he takes me out to his car. He drives to my house, and I invite him in because I know I won't be quick. He waits in the living room while I go upstairs and get ready.
No one thinks anything of Owen and I arriving at the Torres house together because we've been doing it for weeks. We're the first to arrive, but Eli soon joins us, and Katie arrives before lunch. K.C. is the last to come and Adam puts on a movie. Soon after the movie begins Katie convinces Drew to leave for a date. Owen decides to leave as well since Bianca isn't there. Leaving the four of us watching the movie, although part of me wants to have left with Owen.
Thoughts of last night have been dancing in my head all day, every time I shake them away, they come back. When the movie ends it's almost time for Adam to have dinner, so Eli calls his mom, and offers K.C. and I ride home. Cece picks us all up and drops me at home first. I spend a fairly restless night thinking about Owen and me in his bedroom, thinking I'm ready for more, and wishing I had someone I could talk to about it. Even if Darcy was in regular communication, I don't think I could talk to her about this. Alli, my one close girlfriend, is away at science camp. Even if Jenna wasn't home for the summer with her parents, I'm not close enough to her to talk about this.
I am very close to Adam, in many ways closer to him than I am with Alli. If I tell him I've been meeting with a guy to make out he's going to want to know who. Even if he doesn't ask me his brain will start thinking about it, putting the puzzle together and he will likely figure out the boy is Owen. While I have no doubts Adam could keep the secret and not tell anyone he would still know.
After very little sleep I wake up early, it's Saturday and Mom is sleeping in. She's meeting Glen for brunch but not for a couple of hours. I leave a note that I went to Adam's, but instead walk to The Dot. When I arrive it's not even open yet, but Spinner sees me and comes to unlock the door. He's not the only one in the café, Spinner's wife Emma is here, so is Jay and a woman that looks sort of familiar, but I don't know her name.
"You're up early Clare," Spin says flipping the sign to open.
"Yeah, couldn't really sleep," I reply.
"You know my wife Emma, and do you remember Jay?" Spinner asks.
"Hi Emma, Jay would be hard to forget," I comment, and he gives me a cocky grin.
"Hey Clare, you look a lot more grown up than the last time I saw you," Jay says.
"I was thirteen last time you saw me," I retort.
"Puberty's been good to you," Jay remarks and immediately gets smacked by the others. He clears his throat and puts his arm around the honey blonde next to him. "This is my girlfriend Paige," he introduces us.
"I thought I recognized you, Paige Michalchuk, right?"
"Yeah, nice to meet you Clare," Paige smiles sweetly and shakes my hand. I know Darcy hated Paige, but she seems sweet, and I've heard a lot about her from Spin and even Emma. It suddenly hits me that Emma and Paige may just be the perfect people to talk to.
"Emma, Paige, if you have a moment could I speak with you both?" I request.
"Sure, what's up?" Emma asks.
"Somewhere private, it's about a boy, I think I'm ready to go farther than I have," I tell them.
"What boy?" Spinner growls.
"How far have you gone?" Jay questions in about the same voice at almost the same time. I choose to ignore them.
"You two hush, Spin we're taking Clare up to the club for girl talk," Paige says immediately taking charge, and no one argues. Spin doesn't look pleased, in fact he looks like he'd rather grill me about the boy, but he does hand the keys to Paige.
I follow Paige and Emma out the back and up to the club. We sit on a sofa, and they look at me expectantly. Without giving up Owen's name I tell them about the friends with benefits un relationship and how good it feels to be with Owen. I think I want more but am also a little afraid. That I know Owen is more experienced and had sex. Owen is happy just to make out and let me set the pace, but I'm conflicted. I'm scared, yet I want more, I think I'm ready, but if I truly think about it then I just get scared and worry it's all going too fast. Maybe the freedom of having no ties in a relationship is making it too easy to let my guard down.
"It's natural for your brain and body to fight over it. Physiologically we're ready for sex long before our emotional and mental self is. Your body wants, craves, what it's getting with this boy. Your brain and your emotions are telling you that you're too young," Emma remarks.
"The boy sounds nice, and mature, but don't let yourself get pressured. Even if he's not pressuring you by words or even consciously. Sometimes things he does could be pressuring your body," Paige adds.
"I don't feel pressured, and we have done a little more than make out. We've made out topless, he was playing with my breasts. I wanted to reciprocate but when he took his shirt off all I could really do was run my hands over his skin."
"Trust me, if he got you topless, he was happy," Emma says.
"When we did, I felt really good. This rush of heat in my belly and between my legs, and a tickle," I tell them and feel my cheeks flush at the memory.
"Horny," Emma and Paige say together in the same voice.
"I don't know anything about sex though or even what's next. I mean I know the technical stuff, how impregnation occurs, the biological response to the stimuli and the chemicals released during orgasm. I just don't know any of the practical stuff. That is not something they teach in school."
"I don't think they can teach that in school, it's different for everyone and different with each partner," Emma comments.
"If you feel safe with this guy and really trust him then explore. Tell him you think you're ready for more, but also nervous. I suggest starting with him fingering you while the two of you make out. Then you aren't lying there like a ragdoll waiting for something to happen, hoping that you're making the right faces. He should know by the sounds you make, the way you kiss him and hold him if you're enjoying it. Go from there if you want to reciprocate stroke him off together while making out. Keep going like that, explore and let him guide you to a point. As long as he'll stop if you say to it should be nothing but enjoyable for you," Paige advises.
"Yes, that sounds perfect, and I know he'll stop if I tell him to. Thank you both for the advice, I could never talk to my mom about this, and my one close girlfriend is gone for the summer. Plus, she'd likely pressure me to tell her who the guy is," I smile.
"No problem, any time you need advice let us know, we can give you our numbers. If this guy ever does get out of hand tell Spin," Paige smiles and Emma laughs.
Feeling much better about things we go downstairs, and Paige gives Spinner his keys back. Spinner asks what we talked about but we all just laugh, and the guys roll their eyes. I order breakfast and Spinner says it's on him. After I eat Paige and Emma take me to Adam's in Jay's car, and we exchange numbers before I leave the car. It's nice to know that I have older girls to talk to, not old enough to be my mom, but old enough to have some experience, yet still young enough to remember what it was like. Girls that won't pry or pressure me to reveal details that I don't wish to.
(OWEN)
"I need to be home by curfew, you think you can drop me off on your way home Owen?" Clare asks.
It's Saturday night and we've been at the Torres house all day. I got here about ten, I'd messaged Clare to see if I needed to pick her up, but she said she was already here. Since it was Saturday the house had been pretty full. Aside from Clare, Eli, Dave, and Katie were here when I showed up. Bianca arrived later, so I stayed to play referee, but also be near Clare. K.C. came around for lunch, he stayed a couple of hours before leaving for work. The rest of us had been all day, and we ordered pizza for dinner. Bianca didn't leave until she had to be home for curfew and Katie didn't leave until Bianca was long gone. Dave had left an hour ago, Eli was staying the night leaving just me and Clare.
"Yeah, no problem, I need to get home anyway," I nod.
Clare hugs Adam and says goodbye to Eli while I wave to Drew. We get in my car, and I start driving to her house. I know we'll park down the street from her house and make out in my car before I take her home. Of course, I want to do more, I've been thinking about the other night at my house a lot.
"I was hoping we could go to your house actually; I told my mom I would sleep at Alli's tonight," Clare comments.
"Isn't Alli at camp?" I question.
"Yeah, Mom didn't remember that, and I don't really have any other girlfriends."
"So, you're sleeping over then?" I inquire, not entirely sure I'm actually hearing her right.
"If that's okay?" Clare asks almost nervously.
"Are you seriously asking me if it's okay for you to stay the night at my house? Remember how I told you that you never need my permission to touch me? Same goes for being or staying at my house, if you want to be at my house just say the word. Why do you think I showed you how to get in," I tell her, and she grins softly.
I park at my house, and we go around to my private entrance. As soon as I have the door closed, she slips off her shoes and then takes off her top. Her silky purple bra and her perfect breasts held in the bra become all I can see for a moment. She reaches back, slowly taking her bra off, it slips off her arms and falls to the floor. Her breasts bounce free, my eyes widen, my mouth salivates, and hands tingle just at the thought of touching her breasts. Clare takes my hand and pulls me to the bed; her fingers go under my chin tipping it up until I meet her eyes.
"This…thing we have, our un relationship has been wonderful," Clare says. I start to think she's going to tell me she wants to stop, or she met someone. I even start to worry that she's going to tell me she's getting back together with Eli. Of course, I realize if that were the case she wouldn't have asked to sleep over or taken her shirt off as soon as we were in the door. "I want to do more, that is I think I'm ready to do more. I feel really…good when we're kissing and you're touching my breasts. I feel so good I want more, but I'm also a little scared, I'm really inexperienced."
I open my mouth to interrupt her, to tell her that we'll go as slow as she needs, that she sets the pace.
"Let me finish," she says holding up her finger.
"Sorry, go ahead," I reply quickly shutting my mouth tight.
"What my body wants, and the fears in my brain have been waging a kind of war inside of me. I sought some advice today and they recommended we explore, slowly. I want more but I'm really nervous. They thought we should start with you fingering me while we make out. I want to do that tonight," she tells me.
"That's why you wanted to come to my place and stay over?"
"Yes, do you…"
"Don't even finish that," I cut her off quickly, "you are not about to ask me if I want to finger you. I will be more than happy to do anything to, with or for your body. I don't know who you got the advice from but it's marvelous advice. Are you going to be naked?"
"Yes, and I'd like you to be naked too."
I want to jump up and down, the thought of finger fucking Clare while I kiss her has me so hard, and so excited. I contain myself however, and instead of jumping up and down I smile at her. Caressing my fingers over her cheek and into her hair before taking her lips for a tender kiss. When I pull out of the kiss, I take off my shoes and socks, then stand and undress with Clare watching me. She grins and softly bites her lip as I shed my clothing. When my boxers come off and my erection springs free, she looks enthralled, shocked, intrigued and maybe a little scared.
"May I undress you?" I question holding my hand out to her.
She takes my hand and nods; I help her to stand, and she kicks off her flats. She's already half undressed, and I slowly lower to my knees kissing her breasts and belly as I go. I find the zipper on her skirt and slowly open it, pulling the skirt over her hips and letting it fall to the floor at her feet. Her skin is so wonderfully perfect, soft and she smells like vanilla and cinnamon, which might be whatever bodywash she uses. Whether it's her natural scent or her bodywash it makes her smell deliciously edible.
Now her panties, pink cotton with little cherries, somehow very fitting of her and tonight. I move slowly, giving her plenty of time to stop me. My hands go to her waist and trace her hips to the edge of the panties. I hook my fingers in and pull them over her hips and down her legs. She keeps her pubic hair neatly trimmed and shaved near the crease of her legs, a pleasant surprise, yet it fits her. Perfectly put together, demure and yet incredibly sexy.
As I get her panties down her thighs I inhale deeply. Her natural scent sweet and soft, like honeysuckle and vanilla. It takes all my willpower not to dive to between her legs and begin drinking her juices. Her panties are at her ankles now and she braces her hands on my shoulders as she steps out of them. Standing again I pick her up, making her giggle, and lie her on my bed. Taking a moment to admire this incredibly sexy creature laid put before me and by some miracle wanting me to touch her, to be inside of her.
"If I do anything you don't like tell me, and if you want me to stop just say the word," I tell her.
Clare just nods, smiling softly and biting her lip in anticipation. Clare opens her legs and I lick my fingers to make them good and wet. It occurs to me that if we continue exploring this way, I should probably pick up some good lube. Clare is starting to look nervous, watching my fingers; I lean down and press my lips to hers gently. She immediately relaxes into the kiss, her entire body softens, and her legs open more.
My hand caresses her silken lips between her legs. While my tongue slips between her lips to caress her tongue my fingers slide between her warm and swollen lower lips. My fingers glide in, she's wet and so warm. She feels like liquid silk! Clare moans into the kiss because of the intrusion of my fingers, while I moan into the kiss from the feeling of being inside of her.
I go slowly, kissing her slowly and slowly thrusting two fingers into her. Clare grips my shoulders as she kisses me. I don't even push my fingers in all the way, she's very tight and I'm sure it's a little painful. She's not whimpering though, and not asking me to stop. Withdrawing my fingers slowly I twist slightly when I go back in. Pulling out again I turn my hand so my thumb can press on her clit. The pressure on the bundle of nerves elicits a moan from her lips and forces her body to buck.
I continue this gentle rhythm of thrusting my two fingers and massaging her clit. Clare moans and grips to me, her hips bucking and seeking my fingers. Her juices flowing, I go a little deeper and a little deeper until my two fingers are entirely in and I'm afraid to add another. Clare is moaning almost endlessly now, and I feel her body go taut, her insides clenching my fingers, then she begins to tremble. She kisses me harder as her orgasm peaks, and then pulls out of the kiss breathless as it begins to dissipate.
"How do you feel?" I question slowly removing my fingers from her warmth.
"Very good and very tired," she responds while I lick my fingers clean.
"An orgasm will do that. You taste amazing, like warm vanilla. You should get some rest, you take the bed I'll sleep on the floor," I tell her.
She smiles sleepily and I get her under the covers before leaving for my washroom. I quickly take care of myself, I'm really hard and with thoughts of what we just did it takes no time at all. I clean up and brush my teeth grabbing some extra blankets. When I get back to my room Clare is fast asleep. I set up the bed and sleep very happily while dreaming of tasting Clare.