Courtney Price's back slammed against her bedroom door, her full lips crushed against those of Matt McNamara. Her arms enveloped his neck, bringing him closer to her trim and alluring frame. Her breathing grew rapidly, as she dropped one of her arms from his neck and fiddled with the knob on her door. It was more difficult than she thought with the way Matt's arms seemed to be pulling her towards him. She was pulling him one way whilest he was pulling her the other. This was ridiculous!
She had only known Matt a little over a week, and she loved spending time with him. Especially the kissing, but ever since last night, she couldn't help but feel partially guilty for resisting the urge to do it again. She had always been the beauty queen, ever since high school. Boys wanted her and she in turn wanted them. All she needed was someone who could make her happy and satisfy both her mental and sexual desires. Matt could do this...in a way, but he wasn't an expert from what she could see. He was a bit rusty around the edges when it came to sexual intercourse. That ought to teach her to fool around with a high school junior.
It was a little harsh to be so hard on the boy for not knowing much about sex, but for someone who had had sex at least once before him, she liked to think of herself as a team player. Her tongue slipped inside his mouth and encircled his, in an attempt to make him forget about where his hands were. At least for the time being. He seemed to enjoy this because his next initial move was to be closer to her. This gave her the opportunity to turn the knob on her door and urge him inside. He willingly followed her lead and before either of them knew it, they toppled onto her queen-sized, victorian style, black metal bed.
His lips roamed from her lips to leave kisses along the curve of her neck, sucking at the skin gently. She lifted her chin to the ceiling, tilting her head back. A giggle escaped her, loving the feeling of his lips on her skin. One of her hands rested on the nape of his neck while the other was moving along down his back. She shut her eyes, allowing him to move to the skin of her collarbone. A soft moan escaped her, "oh Matt."
She felt his hands slip beneath the fabric of her white tank top, urging it upward in an attempt to rid her of it. She brought her arms up willingly, grinning at him. He broke the contact long enough to slip it off, revealing her white laced bra beneath. He removed his own shirt shortly after. Impatient, she wrapped her arms around his neck and urged him back down. Her heart pounded in her chest as their warm skin molded against one another. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as her breathing grew heavy with anticipation. Their lips connected once more in a passionate kiss. Her fingertips caressed the skin of his back as his hands traveled down her hips and fiddled with the top button on her jeans.
Her eyes snapped open the moment she felt him unzipping them. What did he want? That was a stupid question, she knew perfectly well what he wanted. She was going to feel guilty for this later, but she brought one of her hands away from his back and brushed his away from her crouch. She knew immediately he was going to have something to say as soon as she did so.
Matt looked down at her in bewilderment. "Is something wrong?"
She sighed wearily, placing her hands on his shoulders. "Look Matt, I really like you. You're such a great guy. You're sweet, you're funny, and you're cute as hell, but do you think maybe we could slow things down?"
His brows furrowed inquisitively, the discouragement on his face evident. "Sorry. I just...I had a really great time last night. I thought we were connecting."
"Yeah, so did I. We are connecting." I'm such an awful liar, she thought. "I just wouldn't want either of us to get hurt, that's all I'm saying. Maybe we should start taking things slow. I love kissing you, I really do, but maybe we should wait a while until we...do it again. Besides, I wouldn't want my dad to come home and find us in bed. He might not let me see you again." She lifted her head and placed a soft kiss to his lips, hoping he would just drop the subject without an argument and go back to kissing her.
He sighed softly. "Look, I know I may not be the best at all this stuff, but what do you want? What can I do to make you happy?"
"Kiss me and stop trying to ruin the moment by getting in my pants," she wanted to say. She knew that would not only ruin the moment, but possibly their relationship as well. He was such a sweetheart right now to be asking her what SHE wanted instead of doing whatever he felt like doing. Any other guy she had known back in high school wouldn't care, they'd do it with her one night, walk out, and tell their buddies how much of a slut she was. Matt was different. He actually had a heart, and she was drawn to him because of it. She smiled softly, her hand brushing back the bangs that fell over his forehead and cupping his cheek. "Kiss me. Just kiss me Matt...everywhere."
A smile played at the corners of his mouth and he instantly obeyed her command, starting at the curve of her neck and traveling down, from the tops of her breasts down to encircle her belly button. She shut her eyes, arching her back off of the mattress and giggling softly as his lips tickled her heated skin. His fingers slipped under the waistband of her jeans, and proceeded to urge them downward. Lifting her head from the mattress, she looked down the length of her body at him. Her brows furrowed in question. Did he not get the message? "What are you doing? I told you I just wanted you to kiss me."
His cheeks flushed in embarassment, a sheepish smile crossing his face. "Sorry." He moved back up, leaving a trail of kisses from her belly button all the way up to the curve of her neck. She sighed wearily, staring up at the ceiling. That guilt that she was feeling only grew. It's not like they'd be doing anything if they were partially naked. They could still be in their underwear and NOT have sex. She was hesitant about it, but maybe it would satisfy his desires. The last thing she wanted was for Matt to get the wrong idea and the next minute, he'd be inside of her. It was a risk she was willing to take in order to keep him around. Her hands moved down to his pants, unbuttoning and slipping them off of him.
He willingly kicked his pants off and this time, he didn't hesitate to rid her of hers. She aided him in doing so, lifting herself off of the mattress and sliding her jeans down the rest of her body. Disreguarding the consequences of her actions, she pushed up to her feet and pressed a kiss to his lips. "One second." She shuffled towards the door, shut it and locked it. She stepped towards him, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him madly. He willingly responded, moving to slip off his boxers but she quickly stopped him.
"Hey, didn't I say I wanted to take things slow? Come on, can't you just kiss me and be satisfied? We don't have to rush into this again. If you and I are ever going to have a relationship, we can't rush a thing like sex. Last night..." She sighed sadly, searching for some sort of explaination that would benefit both of them. "We should have waited a little longer. It was too quick."
Matt stared at her in bafflement. "Whoa, wait a minute. Are you saying that what we did last night was a mistake? I thought that was what you wanted. I asked you if you were okay with everything, and you said you were. I don't understand what the problem is. Should I not have...?"
Why couldn't I have just kept my mouth shut? She asked herself. She shook her head, grasping his hands in hers. "No, I didn't say that. Last night was great, it was. I just think we should wait a while until we do it again." She brought her hands up to press against his chest, gazing up into his eyes. "I should have been more clear on what I wanted last night."
"Look, if that's what you really want, if you want to take things slow, I'm okay with that. All that matters to me is that you're happy. We don't have to have sex everytime. I just thought that after last night, you'd be more comfortable with it. I'm sorry if I came on too strong a minute ago."
A smirk crept across her face as she wrapped an arm around his neck and pulled him into another passionate kiss. Her opposite arm slipped around his waist, inching back on her heels towards the head of her bed and bringing him along with her. Together, they slipped between the sheets and sank into the fluffy mattress. They exchanged a soft smile before their lips met once again, kissing each other tenderly.
This was nice, and it was just the way that Courtney wanted it. Of course she still wanted that guy that knew how to satisfy all of her sexual desires, but Matt had the personality of her perfect guy. There was no way she was going to stray from him now. As she laid there, kissing him softly, she couldn't help but feel conflicted. Her heart was telling her one thing while her mind was telling her another. She wanted to find someone else to satisfy her in bed, but she still wanted a loving boyfriend. Relationships never worked that way. From all the teen magazines she'd read, she knew that would only lead to heartbreak. If she hadn't of slept with him the night before, she wouldn't be so tempted to find a better lover now.
Her left hand ran up and down his backside from beneath the covers. As he opened his mouth wider to deepen the kiss, his hand traveled from her shoulder down to her hip before moving over her backside. Even though this should be pleasing enough for her, she still wanted more. As out of practice as he was in the sexual sense, her hormones were getting restless. She wanted to feel more than his lips and his warm backside. Oh, what the hell. It's not like one more time wouldn't hurt, and she could give him a few pointers if he really need them...which undoubtedly, he would.
Instead of announcing to him that she wanted to do it, she kissed him deeper as her tongue slipped into his mouth and massaged his in a circular motion. That hand that was on his backside slid down until it ran over the fabric covering his butt where she proceeded to give it a squeeze. Breaking the contact their lips had on one another, he stared back at her inquisitively, "whoa! I thought you said..." His voice trailed off, allowing her to put the pieces together.
Her shoulders rose and fell in a shrug. "One more time couldn't hurt." Or could it? Am I that desperate? God, I'm pathetic. She ignored her nagging inner voice telling her to stop, along with the baffled look on Matt's face and simply brought herself closer. She pushed herself up to a seated position and unhooked her bra. Tossing the garment on the floor, she instantly rolled over onto Matt, straddling him. He looked up at her, the confusion still remaining on his face. She brushed a loose strand of hair out of her face and smiled smugly. "Don't worry, I'll steer you around the curves. Just sit back and enjoy the ride."
She leaned in, placing her hands on either sides of his face and kissed him passionately. Her breasts were crushed against his chest. She smiled against his lips the moment she felt the errection in his pants. He responded attentively to her affection, his hands moving over her lower back until he reached the waistband of her thong. His fingers slipped beneath the elastic and slipped it off. She moaned against his lips, her breathing growing rapidly. Her hands slowly roamed from his face, down the heated skin of his chest, and towards his crotch. She was so fixated on getting him naked that she didn't even realize her phone was ringing. As far as she was concerned, it was merely the sirens going off in her head of how heated she was becoming. Her hips moved rhythmically against his torso, back and forth in a dry humping motion.
"Hey, it's Court. I'm not here right now. Either that or I'm here and just too busy to answer the phone. Whatever. Leave a message...if you love me." A steady beep sounded before Amy's voice resounded from the speaker of her answering machine. "Court! It's me. Are you there? Pick up! I really need some support here. I went to see that Christian guy, but everything is just so screwed up. It was a big mistake."
Courtney's eyes widened at the name "Christian." If she had been right about Matt's father working with the man, there was no way she could even begin to explain all of this drama to him. Getting him involved would probably put their relationship in even more jeopardy. Instinctively, she broke the contact she had with Matt's lips and reached over onto her nightstand to grab her cordless phone.
Matt's brows furrowed inquisitively when they met each other's gaze once again. "Christian?"
"I'm here! I'm here!" Courtney spoke into the phone, cringing at the suspicious look on his face. "Can you hang on a second girl?" Amy was hesitant but comprehended. She held her hand over the phone and looked over at Matt, feigning the best lie she could muster, "he's a guy that goes to our school. Amy's got a big crush on him. She just barely got up the courage to talk to him today." Surprisingly, he bought it.
He nodded his head, forcing a small smile. "Oh."
She gave him a peck on the cheek before pulling the covers back and slipping out of her bed. Shuffling towards the butterfly chair in the far corner of her room, she grabbed her white cotton robe and pulled it on, concealing her naked body. She exchanged a look with Matt, gesturing as if to tell him to give her a moment to take the call. He nodded his head in understanding before she strode towards the door, and stepped out into the hall, leaving him all by his lonesome.
"All right, I'm here. What's up?"
Amy exhaled sharply. "I should have known this was a bad idea. I went to see that Christian guy. You know? My father. Well, when I got there, I was planning on asking for that McNamara guy but then Christian came out of nowhere, and I don't know what happened. He took me in his office and we talked. He seemed like he just..." Her voice broke with emotion.
Courtney's heart broke at the sound of her friend's voice. "What?"
"Like he didn't even care." She broke into tears, "he was rude. Oh God Court, I don't know what to do. I mean, I thought that he was just going to be shocked and learn to accept it, but he said he wants a DNA test to be run to prove I really am his daughter. I HAD the birth certificate but he thought it was a fake!"
She scowled the more she heard, wishing she could say the right thing to make everything better. No one was an expert at giving advice, especially not her. She couldn't possibly relate to what Amy was going through at the moment. Her father was barely around as it was considering his career as a real estate agent. She could, however, relate to the loneliness Amy felt. "It's ok girl. I don't know what to tell you. God, I wish my mom was still alive...maybe she could offer me some advice to give to you. Look, it's just like I told you before. If this guy seems like a major asshole, don't even bother with him. You don't deserve to be feeling like shit all because of some prick who you barely know. I know that he's your biological father, but think about it. What if...what if this guy treats you worse than your adoptive father did? I wouldn't want to take that risk. If I were in your position, I would just walk away from it and get on with my life."
Amy sniffled deeply. "Yeah, but...what if he's not really like that? I mean, yeah, he seemed rude, but maybe he was just denying the inevitable or something. I don't know. I mean, I've seen enough movies and TV shows to know that first impressions aren't always the most accurate, you know? Maybe I should just do this DNA test thing. I don't really want to, but I don't have a choice."
Her brows furrowed in thought. "You do have a choice. You don't have to do this. It's not like he's forcing you to. All you have to do is call him up and tell him that you changed your mind, and that you're better off without him."
"No! I can't do that," Amy weeped. "If I do that then he'll think that the whole thing really was a scam. I can't cop-out like that. It'll just make things worse." She sniffled, "maybe the test will come back negative. I mean, it could happen, right? It's a slim to none possibility but maybe this investigator guy made a mistake. Maybe there's another Amy Anne Troy out there."
She glanced back in the direction of her bedroom door, praying that Matt wasn't getting restless for her to return. Then again, he WAS a guy, wasn't he? Once their hormones were raging, it took the jaws of life to pry them off of you. "Maybe. So you're really going to go through with it?"
Amy sighed deeply. "I guess so. Then, either way...if it comes back negative or positive, I could just walk away and tell him this was all a mistake and I..." Her voice broke once again as she began sobbing softly.
"Hey, it's ok. It's going to be all right girl. Just go and get this over with and find out the truth once and for all. It couldn't hurt. Well, unless they draw blood, but it's worth finding out. Oh and hey...if this guy acts anymore of a prick to you, just call me up. If I have to, I'll give him a kick so hard to the nuts that he won't be able to sit down for a month. I got your back, chick."
To her relief, that actually made Amy laugh. "Thanks. Really, that means a lot, but somehow I don't think you'd be able to take him. I mean, if you saw how buff this guy was...he's like as big as a football player or a bodybuilder. One or the other."
She scoffed. "Please. I didn't take a self-defense course and kickboxing class during high school for nothing. He wouldn't be the first football player I've gotten my hands on...so to speak." A light laugh escaped her. "Remember that time in P.E. when Curtis Princler grabbed my ass?"
"Oh yeah. Damn! I can't believe you got suspended just for defending yourself. Our high school was a piece of shit. Sexual harassment should have been a bigger issue than breaking some guy's nose."
"Totally." She stole another glance back at her room, half wanting to go back and half wanting to stay comforting her friend. A weary sigh escaped her. "Listen girl, you know that I care about you, but do you think we could talk later? I have Matt over right now."
"Oh! Yeah...that's ok. How ARE things going between you two anyway? Have you done it again?"
She could already see Amy rolling her eyes at her last question, but laughed for good measure. "Erm...not quite. I'm sort of pacing myself at the moment, hoping by some chance that his skills will improve. God, where does he get his advice on pleasing girls?"
"Probably his dad, but anyway...yeah, I'll just let you go. I'll call you after I've gone through with this whole test thing."
"You better. Good luck."
Amy thanked her and the two girls hung up. A deep sigh escaped Courtney, hoping her friend would survive while she was here trying mercifully to seduce and satisfy Matt at the same time. Turning on her heels, she strode back towards her door and quietly slipped back inside. Matt was still lying in bed with his clothes off, flipping through the latest issue of Rolling Stone magazine. He looked up when he saw her sauntering towards the bed.
"Is everything ok? Is...Amy ok?"
She smiled softly at his question, loving how he always cared. She nodded her head. "Yeah, I talked to her about the whole...Christian situation. She'll be all right."
He nodded, setting the magazine aside and looking from the empty space beside him to her. A sheepish smile crossed his face. "So, where were we?"
Now that Courtney thought about it, she was asking herself the same thing. Where were they? The question was not only a question of what they had been doing the past hour, but also a question of exactly where their relationship was going. Were they honestly boyfriend and girlfriend? As far as she could see, they were more like "friends-with-benefits." That was stupid. They were more than friends at least. The thought of it was giving her a migraine. She considered Matt as her boyfriend already, hoping he thought of her as his girlfriend. So maybe they wouldn't get to actually having sex again, but as she told Amy, she was "pacing" herself. Pacing herself in the sense that she was still searching for that perfect lover.
She untied her robe and slipped it off her shoulders, revealing her stark naked frame. Draping the garment over the metal frame at the end of the bed, she turned to scoop up her bra and thong off the floor. Straightening back up, she looked over at him, a huge feeling of guilt looming over her head. "You know what? I'm hungry. Do you want to get something to eat?" She dropped her eyes to the floor as she stepped into her thong and pulled it back on.
Matt was hesitant, but gradually nodded his head. "Sure, we could do that."
She slipped her arms back through her bra and hooked it in the back. "Okay, well we could go get pizza. Or we could get it delivered. Either way, my dad's not going to be home until later on tonight."
He sighed in frustration, turning his head to look at something else in the room. "It's me, isn't it? Am I that bad at it? Just be straight with me."
This is driving me crazy. An irritable sigh escaped her as she bent down to retrieve her jeans. She raised her eyes back to him with a scowl. "I love being near you, Matt. I love how sweet you are. I just--"
"Don't enjoy having sex with me." He turned his head back to meet her dejected gaze. "You know, I'm trying. I'm only seventeen. I been with at least two other girls before you came along, and I know a decent amount of what goes in and what comes out of this. I'm not going to stop seeing you just because we can't have sex. That's not the reason why I'm here. I love spending time with you. If you just want to make-out on ocassion, I'm okay with that, but for God's sakes, you can't keep something like this from me. Look, I'm willing to take things slow for right now, but if you expect me to get any better the next time...we do this, you're going to have to give me some time."
She gently nodded her head. "That's fine with me. I'm sorry for not being up front with you about it. I just didn't want it to ruin things between us." She was a bit surprised that someone of his age had been with TWO girls before her. What were they? High school freshmen? Maybe eighth graders? She had a lot to learn about him, and his past. Including...who the hell was his dad?
"Just as long as you don't leave me for another guy or...girl. I've been the target for being cheated on in my past relationships. I've dealt with my share of shit before, and I'd like to not have to go through that again." He rolled his eyes.
She blinked at his first words. "Girl?" She cocked a brow his way. A snicker escaped her as she stepped into her jeans and pulled them back on. "Oh, believe me, I am not and I repeat not going to be turning lesbian on you anytime soon, so you don't have to worry. I am one hundred and ten percent straight, thank you very much."
He smirked. "Good to know." He sighed deeply, "don't ask. It's kind of a long story that I'm not too fond of bringing up again. " Kicking off the covers on the bed, he followed her lead and got dressed. "So, pizza?"
She slipped her tank top over her head and looked over at him with a grin. "Sounds like a plan to me."