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Chapter 9 Unexpected Reactions

12yr old DPOV

"Mama, can Tasha come over?" I asked excitedly as I raced in the door from the park. I skidded to a stop in front of her.

It was summer break and Tasha wanted to come over to hang out with me. We could go swimming in our little pool and hang out in the sun for a little while, but her skin was really pale white since she's a Moroi so we couldn't stay out for long.

"What are you two planning to do today?" she asked looking at me curiously.

"Swimming and hanging in my room and stuff. I don't know ma, just hang." I said sort of put out by all the questions. Well, ok only one question, but still I'm twelve for god sakes.

She smirked at me! "Did you do all your chores? AND your room is clean?" I rolled my eyes.

"Mama! Fine! After I clean up my room can she come over?" I asked getting really annoyed now. "Please?" I asked in a nicer tone hoping it would work.

"Fine hurry up and get your room picked up, come tell me when you are done and I will come inspect." I huffed at those words.

"So is that a yes?" I asked anxiously.

"Room first." She replied

"I'm going, I'm going!" I hurried up to my room. Lucky for me I'm not a slob. I had a few westerns laying on my floor. And I hurriedly made my bed. I scooped up all the clothes and threw them in my basket. I did a quick straightening of a few things and wa'la – done.

In less then ten I was back in front of mama. "Done!" I said huffing out of breath.

"That was quick" She said getting up to go check. A minute later she came back smiling. "Okay, she can come over."

I zoomed over to the phone and called her. "Tash, she said yes."…. "okay, see you in a few. Bye."

I ran upstairs to get my trunks on so that we could swim. A few minutes later I heard mama talking to someone.

"Hi Tasha." I nearly fell on my face as I was in the middle of pulling my trunks over my butt when I stumbled. I didn't hesitate, smiling I raced at full speed down the stairs. Right as I was on the bottom step, Tasha stepped around the corner and turned my way. I stopped dead in my tracks.

How do I say this? Um, wow? Tasha was really pretty. No, that's a total understatement. She's a total babe. Her long, midnight black hair hung over her shoulders and her icy blue eyes were sharp and stunning as ever. I guess you could say that she used to be a bit of tomboy, but holy crap has she changed in the last couple years.

Tasha's around three years older than me, and I constantly get harassed about liking 'older' women. She is fifteen and she is definitely pretty, so of course I'm into her… Not that I would ever tell her that; but I'm a guy, and she's a girl in a bright blue bikini.

I stared at her for a minute more and looked at her from head to toe. She was wearing denim jean short shorts that were cut-offs with white fringe all around her thighs. They were a bit loose and hung softly on her hips. Her stomach was flat and pale, not to mention the bikini top was actually really skimpy. She filled it out well though, or at least I thought so.

My throat went dry as I took in her face. She was smiling at me with a slight blush on her cheeks. Her piercing blue eyes sparked with happiness.

"Hey Dimka," she said, smiling brilliantly at me, ignoring everyone else around the two of us (just as I was doing).

I swallowed hard, trying desperately to find my voice. I felt hot all over and my mind seemed to be blank. My body was having all kinds of reactions that I wasn't used to. That I didn't even know could happen to me. I think it was safe to say that the way I was feeling right now, I had never experienced it before.

"O-oh, Tasha. Um, well h-hi," I stuttered, then I looked away, totally embarrassed. I turned my head, instantly breaking our eye contact and began walking to the back door.

"Uhh… Do you want to swim?" I asked, trying hard to sound normal, but I'm afraid that it came out a little squeaky.

I walked outside, and instantly took off for the pool. I took a jump and flew through the air, landing right into the cool water like a cannon ball with a big, extravagant splash. Relieved that the cold water cleared my head for the moment, I resurfaced and turned around at a bad – well, then again I guess you could call it a good time, if not the perfect time.

I watched as Tasha slowly removed her jean shorts. She slowly slid them over her tiny bikini bottoms and down her long, creamy colored legs and then bent over to pull them over her ankles.

I seriously couldn't stop watching her. I sure as hell wanted to tear my eyes away… but it seemed nearly impossible. But then… part of my body reacted with out my permission. If you know what I mean…

I was completely in a trance as she walked towards the water with her hips swaying side to side. She slowly slid her body into the water, squealing at the cold. I saw hard, little bumps growing in the middle of the triangle fabric that were doing a poor job covering her chest.

Only then, I noticed that something strange was happening to me. Looking down now, I was very glad I was in the water, as my swim trunks were tented with a really large bulge. I thought my eyes were going to pop out of my head when I saw that. I felt a hot blush creeping up my cheeks. I didn't know what to do. I've never had this happen to me before. My hands flew to cover the large bulge, but that didn't seem to help.

She swam towards me, playfully splashing water at me and effectively bringing me out of my thoughts. Suddenly, she tackled me in the water and I could feel her bare body press heatedly up against mine. I felt a surge of heat flash through me and my downstairs body-part throbbed.

Tasha was laughing at my flushed face and having oblivious fun until she finally wrapped her legs around me pressing her hips against mine and actually felt the hard thing between us twitch. My face was instantly way hotter than it had been a couple seconds ago, and I franticly backed away from her.

I saw she was slightly embarrassed, but more so, completely happy by my physical reaction. I was mortified, so embarrassed that I stumbled backwards falling into the water. I sucked in a breath at the last second, but it was a bad choice because I sucked in water at the same time. I resurfaced, spitting and sputtering, coughing up what seemed like gallons of water.

Tasha was watching me and giggling at my reaction. "Are you okay, Dimka?" she asked with amusement.

"I…" Cough. "I-I…" Cough. I couldn't even get a coherent word out. It would figure that right then, always to my misfortune; my annoying sisters came out of the back door, getting ready to jump into the pool.

"What's wrong with the sputtering dumb-ass?" Karolina asked, being her normal annoying fourteen-year-old self. "He's usually more annoying," she added, and Sonya behind her began to giggle.

Tasha giggled as well. "Well… I guess you could say he got a little excited about… swimming." She said that with a double meaning that only I seemed to understand. My cheeks flushed with heat once again. I turned away so my sisters wouldn't see my embarrassment because I know they would never let me live it down.

"What's your problem, Dimka? What are you? Horny or something?" Karolina continued. Both Tasha and Sonya laughed again. Only Tasha and I understood that she hit it right on the 'big long' nose.

Swimming to the side of the pool, as far away from the girls I could get, I mentally chastised myself, trying to get under control. After a few minutes, off in the corner, I finally decided to get out. I think I was done with swimming for the day.

Getting out and drying off I decided to just go to my room. "Awe, Dimka's hurt. Come back, Dimka, you know I didn't mean it…" Karolina called. I heard her mumble under her breath, "Pussy," as I continued to walk away from the group of girls still laughing at me.

I snorted and rolled my eyes, shaking my hair to get a big portion of the water out. I decided that if Tasha was really interested in hanging out with me, she could come up when she wants too. I ran up the stairs and grabbed my clothes to change.

Finally feeling a little less freaked out by what had just happened, I grabbed my book from atop my nightstand next to my bed and decided to chill. I flopped on my bed, laying on my stomach and got comfortable with my good, old western.

A little while later, there was a soft knock at my door. "Dimka… It's me, Tasha. Can I come in?" she asked timidly. I wasn't too sure I wanted her to come in… but I didn't want to be rude by saying no to her.

"Yeah, I guess." I mumbled the last part. The door squeaked as she slowly opened it. Her head popped in through the narrow opening. She caught my eye and smiled softly at me, almost as a mother would to a child.

"A-are you mad at me?" Tasha asked sadly as she looked down at the floor, not wanting to meet my eyes.

I took a deep, pretty angst, breath, making sure to draw it out. "I'm not mad, Tasha," I said truthfully. I wasn't mad, but hell, I was totally and utterly mortified. That for sure was true.

"Oh." She paused to giggle. "That's good then," Tasha added, acting completely oblivious to my feelings. She trotted further into my room and flopped down on the bed, right beside me. I could feel our upper arms, just barely, touching. I closed my eyes for a second, trying once again to figure out what the heck was going on with me and why I'm suddenly getting all these weird feelings. I decided to ignore it, just try to be normal.

Her voice broke the awkward silence. "So what cha readin'?" Tasha asked cheekily stealing a glance at my face, but then quickly turned away, as if not wanting to get caught.

I, of course, noticed this. For a second, I felt like being sarcastic. What does she think I'm reading? I'm reading my favorite kind of book; the kind I always read. But obviously she never pays much attention to that sort of thing.

"It… appears to be a book." Sarcasm was as thick as pea soup in my voice. Tasha chuckled awkwardly, obviously at loss of what to say. "I like reading books," I said, not daring a glance at her.

"I never knew that," Tasha said, proving to me once again that she doesn't notice that much about me. "When I was twelve, I liked reading a lot, too." And there she goes, putting how much younger than her I am right in my face.

I smirked. "That's nice," I said with heavy sarcasm, but not really paying attention to her rattling. Truthfully, I was really engrossed in my book.

I felt Tasha's cold, bony fingers poke into my side. I had put on a shirt, but it was almost as if I could feel her skin against mine through it.

"Dimkaa…" Tasha moaned in my ear. I became a lot more alert after hearing that noise. "Don't be mad at me…" she added.

I turned to her. I wanted to explain to her again that I'm not mad at her. I don't generally get mad. Sure, I may get annoyed, aggravated, pissed, etc. You name it. But generally not mad.

But I couldn't, because Tasha had already cut me off…By placing her lips on mine.

Maybe her antics were wrong, I mean, I sure as hell wouldn't have tried to make-out with someone just so they wouldn't be mad at me. Nope. I felt Tasha lean into the kiss, resting her free hand on my neck. I closed my eyes, trying to get something out of it…. Anything. I shut off my mind, trying only just to feel.

But there was nothing there. Huh? Weird I thought….

That's when I realized that it felt like I was kissing one of my sisters. I pulled away violently and leaned back against the headboard of my bed smacking my head.

My breathing was ragged. "Tasha…" I whispered, running my hands on my lips. I looked at Tasha. Her lips were pinker and slightly swollen, she was breathing heavily as well. She was leaning forward, her small cleavage available to my eyes. I glanced up at her, and then cast my eyes down. I took a deep breath.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Tasha, but can you leave now?"

Tasha gave me an awkward shy smile and straightened her posture. She looked down, regret clear in her eyes and then met my eyes once again, and I was met with regal happiness. This confused me, but I just wanted her to go.

"No, I'm sorry," Tasha said before turning around curtly and leaving my room.

I sat there on my bed and tried to collect my thoughts. Shocked by the turn of events. My first kiss. I thought it would be different, better. And then my physical reaction, I guess that's a normal thing, but it hadn't happened to me before.

I laid there wondering if I would ever find a girl that got me. That saw me for who I am. I sorta thought it would be Tasha, but I guess not. I felt myself drifting off and the next thing I know I'm dreaming of a girl with long dark brown hair and brown eyes, a warm musical laugh and brilliant smile.

So next ch Dimitri is coming face to face with Dad. Should he beat the crap out of him or just enough to make him leave? Tell me what you think.

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