Chapter 16.

The night before she was to leave, Callie tossed and turned, her worries running through her head over and over. Finally, she gave up on trying to sleep. If this was her last night at the Fosters, she was going to spend it with Brandon. She crept out of bed, trying to sneak out of the room, but tripped on a pair of Mariana's jeans in the process, waking her foster sister up. "Where are you going?" Mariana whispered from her bed.

"Brandon's room," Callie whispered back.

"With everyone home?" Mariana asked. "What if someone catches you?"

She shrugged in the dark. "I don't care. I have nothing left to lose, anyway."

She left the room, and hurried down the hall, entering Brandon's room without knocking. Inside, she found him still awake, staring at his ceiling. "Callie?" he whispered when he saw her. "You couldn't sleep, either?"

"No. I wanted to be with you." She crawled into the bed, and Brandon wrapped his arms around her. He leaned down to kiss her, his lips impossibly soft.

"I wish you weren't leaving, Cal," he told her.

"Me too," she admitted. "I'm going to miss everyone so much. Especially you, though." She caught his lips in another kiss, lingering a little longer, so they faced each other, eye to eye. "I need you to promise me some things before I go."

"Of course," said Brandon. "Anything."

She began to cry, struggling to stay composed as she spoke. "I need you to look out for Jude when I'm gone, okay? He's not like other boys his age. He needs someone. Be a big brother to him. Please."

"You know I will, Cal," Brandon replied, unable to stop his tears from falling. "What else?"

With her thumb, she brushed a stray tear away. "Don't fall in love with any other girls but me."

He held her closer, and kissed her again. "I won't, Sweets. You're the only one I want." He caressed her cheek. "Don't fall in love with any other guys either, okay?"

"I won't," she told him. It was doubtful she'd meet anyone in the group home who compared to Brandon, anyway. "You have nothing to worry about."

Picking up her hand, Brandon kissed each fingertip, then clutched it to his cheek. "Let me make love to you, Callie. I want to be with you again, before you go." They hadn't had sex since the weekend they were left alone together. His throat tightened as he remembered those three days, and their discovery of their love for each other.

Callie nodded, kissing his lips, and he tightened his hold on her, pulling her to him. He lifted her nightshirt over her head, and trailed kisses up the valley of her breasts, taking each hard nipple in his mouth as he touched and savored her. Leaning in, he kissed her neck, then moved up, gently sucking her earlobe. Callie sighed quietly, barely a whisper, pressing herself against him, and listening to his almost-silent groan. Tears dripped from her chin onto the pillow. She couldn't keep them back, so she decided to just give into them. She wrapped her arms around Brandon's neck, kissing him hard, darting her tongue into his mouth.

"What do you want me to do to you?" Brandon whispered in her ear. "You're in control tonight."

She sucked in her breath, feeling herself become wet. "I want you to touch me." She took his hand, and placed it over her womanhood. Soon, she felt his fingers go through the leg of her panties to massage her clit. She cupped her hands over her mouth, trying to keep from crying out. It was going to be hard for them to stay silent while the family was sleeping in nearby rooms, but there was something decidedly sexy about the situation, Callie decided. Quickly, she helped him remove her underwear all together, so she laid beside him, completely naked. "Take your boxers off, too," she whispered. He slid them down, then kicked them off, letting them fall to the floor. Laying close to her, her leisurely ran the head of his erection up and down her slit, making her squirm. Then, he flipped her on her back, and drove one finger, then a second one into her core, thrusting them in and out, and flicking her swollen clit with his thumb. She grabbed the pillow from under her head, and put it over her face, trying to muffle any moans she couldn't hold back as she came.

Once her orgasm passed, she felt Brandon move over her, parting her legs. She felt his hair brush her belly as she leaned down. Then, she felt his tongue enter her, licking up her wet folds. She wriggled as he tasted and sucked her, barely able to hold it together. Staying so quiet was nearly impossible, when she wanted to scream his name at the top of her lungs.

When his mouth left her, she sat up, smiling, running her fingers through his hair. "My turn," she whispered. Brandon closed his eyes, and grabbed the pillow, knowing he would soon need it. Callie was an inexperienced lover, but she had a general idea of what to do. She settled herself between Brandon's legs, then dropped her head down, and cautiously licked his tip. Slowly, she wrapped her lips around him, sucking and massaging him with her tongue. He clawed at the mattress as she took him in deeper, moving him in and out of her mouth and fondling his balls with her fingers. He thrust slightly, and she went deeper still.

"Callie, I need to come," Brandon whispered in a strangled voice. She glanced upward, her eyes meeting his, then she continued to suck him. She felt him twitch in her mouth, his erection growing even harder. Then he came, filling the back of her throat with warm, salty liquid. Gagging a little, and not quite sure what to do next, she swallowed.

Once she was laying next to him again, he pressed his lips to her ear. "You didn't have to do that," he told her. "Swallow, I mean."

Callie shrugged. "I wanted to. It wasn't so bad."

Brandon nuzzled her hair. "I want you on top this time."

"I thought I was the one in control," she said, playfully.

"That's the idea," Brandon replied, smiling. "You'll see." He took a condom from his drawer, and rolled it on. "All you have to do is sit on me, and guide it in."

Callie nodded nervously, then straddled him. Once she was positioned over his erection, she did as he told her, sinking onto it, feeling him deeper than ever before. She bit her lips to stay quiet as he touched her breasts, tugging on the tips. "Try thrusting," he directed. Callie did so, sliding up and down him, matching her rhythm to his movements. He was right, she realized, about her being in control this way. She breathed through her mouth, tingly from the roots of her hair to her fingertips. When she was close to climax, she pulled him up, looking into his eyes, and moaned into his mouth as they kissed, finding their release together.

As Callie came down from her high, laying next to Brandon under the warm covers, she found herself in tears once more. He encircled her, holding her close, and rubbing her back. If they never made love again, she thought tonight could last her a lifetime. She snuggled into his side, and he kissed her cheek. "I love you so much, Cal," he whispered, pressing his lips to her forehead.

"I love you, too," she told him.

He brushed away her tears. "Don't cry, Sweets. Just enjoy us being together."

She nodded. They would face tomorrow when it came. Tonight, to be by his side was enough. She knew she should get dressed and go back to her room, but she couldn't bring herself to leave him, warm and sleepy beside her. Resting her head against him, she let herself drift off in the arms of her first love.

To Be Continued