I didn't write this chapter. All credit goes to my boyfriend and his wonderful writing skills 3
Chapter Two- Pleasantly Chilly
As he strolled to his car, Gilbert glanced up at the clear sky. A stiff breeze rushed through his hair, catching him off-guard, and he shivered, both as a reaction to the cool air and the sensations teasing him. He remembered her fingers foraging through that same hair just a week before, her eyes darting this way and that like those of an animal, yet always occasionally stopping to glancing into his. Thoughts of Elizabeta flooded his mind, dulling his awareness of anything other than her being. Images drifted past his eyes, her long dark hair cascading over her face.. Her pure, giddy, innocent laughter… Her playful tickling…
Fuck.
Someone in a Mercedes behind Gilbert was honking ferociously, as the light had apparently changed without him noticing. He quickly let out the clutch and the Jeep promptly stalled, because in his obsession with Elizabeta, he couldn't even think to shift down at the stoplight. Amid shouts and curses from the owner of the Mercedes, Gilbert restarted the car and raced off, escaping the intersection and yet again left alone to thoughts of Elizabeta as he drove. The way she brushed her hair back, unveiling her face like a new product at a publicity event.. It drove him nuts. He couldn't wait to see her, especially because she had promised him a massage earlier in the week. The only thing he loved more than kissing Elizabeta was feeling her hands caress his body; she had a tender touch which sent a seemingly electric jolt through him every time he sensed it. He turned the corner and abruptly pulled up behind a long line of traffic.. It looked like he would be late, again.
Fuck.
One of them was ALWAYS significantly late.. and this time it looked like it would be him. He sighed and turned on the radio, and a country tune filled the Jeep. It was one of Gilbert's favorites, and calmed him… It wasn't really a huge deal, being late. But Gilbert hated it nonetheless, because being late made him feel like he was breaking a promise to arrive on time, that he was letting Elizabeta down. He bumped the stick back and forth idly, and glanced at the sky- it was still clear, and the thermometer in his car said it was in the high 40s. The cars in front of him began moving, and he saw the cause for the holdup- road work. He breathed a sigh of relief that it wasn't anything worse, and waved at the worker as he rolled past. Then Gilbert gunned the throttle, and the Jeep hurtled onto the highway, racing toward Elizabeta's house. - - - He arrived 20 minutes later, which happened to be 10 minutes later than the time he had said.
Fuck.
His stomach gave a little growl, as the guiltiness ate at him. But he locked the car door and kicked it shut, and walked toward the door. Before the teen could get there, Elizabeta's dog was yapping incessantly, it had sensed him before he even rolled down the driveway. She appeared an instant before he could knock, and swept the door open. He stepped inside, and as his eyes adjusted to the dimmer interior, Gilbert looked over Elizabeta. His girlfriend looked absolutely stunning, just as always. In a T-shirt, sweatshirt, jeans, tights, just anything- she was always wonderful in his eyes. Today she was teasing his imagination with one of her favorite T-shirts and a short brown
skirt. He wondered how hard it would be to lift the skirt and just…
Fuck.
She could manipulate his mind without even realizing it… He smirked and she asked him what he was thinking about, to which he replied nothing, and winked. Whenever Gilbert winked, she would instantly try to imitate it and usually ended up laughing, but always completely lost track of what she was saying or doing- he too could play the manipulation game! She burst out laughing after trying to wink subtly several times without success, and then grabbed his hand and dragged him into the kitchen. For the next few hours, they baked and listened to music, enjoying their time together. However, by late afternoon Gilbert was absolutely exhausted, and he asked Elizabeta if he could take a quick nap, to which she replied "of course!" She showed him to her room, and he passed out under the sheets on her bed…
Fuck.
That felt so darn good.. But wait. What the heck? For a moment, Gilbert had no idea where he was or what was happening, but then everything quickly came back to him. He was lying in her bed, but now the covers had been cast to the floor, along with his belt. She slowly reached below his waistband, and the cold touch on his cock caused him to jump- but he quickly grew used to the sensation after a moment.