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Chapter 13: Blue with Excitement

Boomer:

Bubbles kissed me! She actually kissed me! I had given her a small smile when I caught her looking at me. She walked up to me and kissed me, on the lips. So many thoughts were rushing through my mind. Does this mean she likes me? Does this mean she thinks about me as much as I have thought about her? Is the fact that we both smell like dirt and nature a bad thing, or is it a good thing? Is it really bad that all I can think about is the fact that despite everything that's happened, I just can't get enough of her soft lips on mine?

"I've just been dreaming about that for too long. I'm sorry I just couldn't get it out of my head and-" She says when she breaks the kiss before I pull her to me and kiss her on the lips… again. I just can't get enough of the blue-raspberry taste of her sweet lips. I mean, yes I've made out with a lot of girls and yes they all had soft lips. But Bubbles' lips are pure, luxuriously soft and they taste like blue-raspberry, no girl's lips have ever tasted so perfectly sweet. How does she get her lips to taste so sweet?

How come I have never kissed anyone that has ever had 'flavored' lips or anyone that has ever had soft lips like Bubbles or anyone that can make me feel like I'm wearing too much even though I'm half naked? This girl is incredible and frustrating at the same time. She has lips like an angel, but I'll probably get nowhere beyond this with her. And not just because of the chemicals in our brains, but also because I can tell she's a giant good girl that is going to wait.

It feels like only a few seconds have passed when we finally part and I notice that we've actually been making out for about a half hour non-stop. We got here around five and got situated in this room by six. And now it's six thirty. Damn, I guess time just seems to fly too quickly when I'm kissing her! Damn, I wonder how often she actually does this, make out with a guy that she barely knows, but actually has an interest in her as she has an interest in him.

All I want to do is get closer to her. I feel like no matter how close I get to her, I just can't get close enough. Like my ability to pull her to me and hold her to me even more is just not enough to actually get us close enough.

"We were kissing a really long time! How do you think we did that? I mean if you look at the time, we should probably get cleaned up. I mean, we are really… I mean we are absolutely and completely… we are actually… I need a shower because I'm filthy and it is beginning to bother me on an extreme level." Bubbles said pushing us apart, trying to find the best wording before deciding to be completely blunt about what it was that she was doing.

She ran to the bathroom and threw her dirty clothes onto the floor and jumping into the shower. When she was closed into the shower by its curtain, I went in and grabbed her clothes. I put her clothes into the washer along with mine. I then went back to the bathroom and started the second shower. I then climbed in and began to take a relaxing shower. I let the warm water wash away the dirt and nature I had started to collect on our way here.

Once I was finished, I made my way into the bedroom. I walked into the room and to the dresser. I got out a pair of navy blue sweatpants and a dark sleeveless shirt for the night. We're to attend the late dinner tonight for some event. The late dinner is at eleven tonight, we have two hours and a half hour until then. The clock that's in this room says that it's eight thirty in the evening. I wonder how my brothers are doing, I know that they know how to take care of themselves, but Brick doesn't really like following and Butch doesn't really listen to what he's told to do. And we were separated into pairs, so I have to guess that they're with Bubbles' sisters and that they are all trying to fair well with them. Gosh I hope that they're okay!

"Whatcha thinking about?" I hear from the laundry closet. I walk into the closet and see that Bubbles is grabbing her clothes from the dryer. I had put them in there when she was in the shower and before I had gotten in. I didn't feel like waiting in a towel and she had told me how to work the dryer, so they would be dry by the time we got out.

"I was just thinking about my brothers. But now I'm thinking about the fact that your towel is starting to slip." I say averting my gaze, but still thinking about it. She sighed and fixed her towel. I turned and peeked to see that she was scowling at the dryer, I almost laughed. I walked over and reached into the dryer, grabbing both of our clothes.

Bubbles:

I smiled when he handed my clothes to me, and I walked into the bedroom. I quickly put my underwear and bra on, I then began to rifle through the drawers for clothes. I could practically feel his eyes on me when he was done getting dressed. But I didn't turn to look at him because I know that if I did that I would be staring dazed into those dark sapphire eyes of his. And I need to think clearly, and I can't do that if I'm lost in his gorgeous eyes.

I reach in and find a light blue pair of leggings and a pair of sleep shorts. I put them on and began to look for a shirt to go with them, but the minute I started to look again, I was spun around to look at Boomer. He was really close to me, and I could hear the rhythm of my heartbeat change from normal rhythmic speed to jackhammer pounding speed. How is it that he can do that? He was just looking at me and looking me over. He looked like he was ready to explode if he didn't either move away from me or act on impulse.

I was tired of waiting for him to decide which choice he wanted to follow through with. I kissed him on the lips before I could chicken out and he could move away from me. He immediately started to kiss me back, his hands found their way to my waist when I felt us moving backwards. Within a minute, I was up against a wall and Boomer was trapping me to it. I heard a crash from a different room, but didn't pay much attention to it.

I used the wall as support when I separated from Boomer and pushed him back a little. He looked at me and we were both breathing heavily. I just looked at him. When he began to say something, I jumped and wrapped my legs around him, kissing him again. He seemed to take this as an invitation to push us to another wall. My hands were wrapped around his neck and I felt like somehow we were meant to meet and we were meant to be here.

Boomer held me to the wall, but left enough room that I slipped to stand on my own and I was put back against the wall. He continued to kiss me, but he moved to kiss down my neck. It was becoming too much, I had never felt anything like this before. I haven't liked anyone this intensely before and especially not a player like he is. I mean, he's probably kissed tons of girls and he's probably acted like this before.

I push Boomer away from me, I really have a way of making myself upset. Boomer looked at me like I stole his toy and refused to give it back. I just couldn't keep kissing him thinking about the fact that he's kissed other girls and he's probably acted as if it's the hardest thing to not just remove everything between him and the girl, but has held back despite that feeling.

"You okay? I didn't do anything to hurt you did I? What's going on, what are you thinking about? Can you just tell me what's wrong?" Boomer begged looking panicked. I don't blame him at all for feeling that way.

"I can't just stand here kissing you and be thinking about the fact that you've kissed so many other girls, probably with the same…intensity." I responded shyly, refusing to look at him. I can't stand looking at him as he hears something that he probably won't even deny. I like him on some level that I just don't understand.

"I'm not going to deny that I've kissed other girls, but I just kissed them because they were cute and I wanted to try to have fun. And I know that that is really shallow, but I've never really liked anyone enough to want to just spend every minute with them. And I've never felt like I need to hold myself back, but every time I've kissed a girl, it's slow and careful. I've never kissed any girl like I've kissed you." Boomer said, whispering the last sentence. At that response, I looked at him and saw that he was fidgeting with his hands and looking at his feet.

I smiled and began to laugh. He looked at me like I was crazy and he didn't understand me at all. I pulled his hand to my waist and pulling him to me and kissed him on the lips. When we separated I saw that we had to go. I quickly found a shirt and put on my shoes from the lodge guy. We had to get going, otherwise we'll be late for the late dinner that we were invited to come to. I don't want to be late for the late dinner, I really like to make sure that I get something to eat before my stomach starts to each me.

Boomer shoved his shoes on as well and grabbed a jacket to wear. He looked amazingly good in the jacket and outfit he was in. Part of me was beginning to reconsider attending the late dinner and just staying in here for the rest of the night. But then my stomach growled and I knew that I needed food or I was going to be whiney later on because of my hunger.

Boomer grabbed me and we were kissing our way into the hallway. We were doing okay and everything would have been fine, except that we ran into other people.

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