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"Mm so you're awake then.." Carla mumbled as she heard him yawn beside her. She turned around in his bed to face him, a smirk of a smile appearing on her face. "Why? How long have you been awake for?" He asked stretching out beside her, his hands immediately covering his sore eyes which were pained by the light streaming through the curtains."Only a few hours." She muttered in response, her hands reaching down to grab the little duvet he had pulled from her. "You should of just woke me, you must have been incredibly bored, sorry." He sat up in the bed. He paused for a while just looking down to the young girl beside him. "God, how did we end up like this ey." He smiled taking ahold of her hand which lay up upon the mattress. "I didn't, y'know make ya feel pressured into anything?" He asked squeezing her hand gently. Smiling, Carla shook her head. "To be perfectly honest, Barlow I honestly can't remember much of last night at all. But ya must of said some pretty lovely things, otherwise I wouldn't be lying here." She rolled over to lean beside him. "What did we do?"
"Ahh well we talked a lot, kissed, kissed some more and well arm-in-arm, lip-on-lip walked home where you immediately fell asleep on the bed." He smiled again and shuffled back down beside her. "Can ya not remember anything?"
"I remember talking – you opened up quite a lot.." She bit her lip smiling her hands reaching out to tug on his old white t-shirt which he had chosen to wear to bed. Peters hand reached for hers, trying to slow her sudden advancement down, however the way her eyes shone into his and the particular angle she had chosen to bite her lip made it very hard. Very hard.
"Look last night, what I said, about me and you. I was slightly drunk when I told you, but I promise – I meant every word of it. I know it is wrong Carla, so incredibly wrong, I just can't help it." His eyes were big and brown, almost Puppy like as he stared across to her. She looked gorgeous, she was gorgeous, he couldn't hold back anymore.
Carla moaned as she felt his lips mould into hers. She felt the bristle of his stubble scratch against the surface of her soft skin. She let his hands roam across her body stroking places only few had ever touched before. Soon he was on top of her his body pressing against hers, their tongues still tangled together and hands still exploring. The presence of her virginity scared her, would he want to go further, would he freak when he found out. They had only just began but had already gone so far.
Yes she had kissed boys before. No she had not had sex, not penetrative anyway. She had given oral but never received. Sucking off some unattractive lad from the council estate seemed much more convenient than the second option. It was something she wanted to save for someone special, maybe that could be Peter in time to come, she certainly felt that fond of him.
Minutes later and they were still kissing, with just as much passion as they had been originally. His hands had found their way inside the old top she was wearing. They were pulling at the back of her bra, trying desperately to open it. He got there eventually. She arched her back, moaning quietly into the kiss as his hands made their way around to her chest. He knew what to do alright. His thumb and forefinger played gently with her small breasts while his lower body ground against hers. Her legs wrapped tightly around his, she wanted more pressure down there. She needed more pressure down there. She felt him smile against her lips, he knew what she wanted but he gave her the opposite. He stopped his movements. He lifted his hands from under her top and haltered the kissing.
"You alright down there?" He whispered a smile plastered across his face. Carla nodded she couldn't figure how to order the words in her head, she was otherwise to preoccupied. "I reckon you're bad for me-" He looked down his body, shifting so she could also glimpse it, the outcome of his morning. "-not one girl has ever got me this worked me up this early.." Carla gazed at it. It was a lot bigger than any she had ever handled before, still it didn't deter her feelings of need for it. "If you think that is bad, wait till ya see what you've caused inside me knickers.." She replied her hands reaching to pull him back to her with force. "Oh yeah..?" He questioned, his hands reaching to gently, teasingly tickle inside her thighs. "Maybe I'll 'ave to clean that up. I can't send ya home in a mess can I?" His hands reached her lace knickers. He felt the heat and oozing moisture and smiled some more. "Jesus, ya weren't lying ey." He let a finger slip inside. He trailed it slowly up and down, deliberately missing the small bundle of nerves at the top he knew she so badly wanted to be touched.
Carla groaned, pushing down against his hand. Again he knew what he was doing, it was slow, almost agonising – he just wouldn't touch where she so desperately needed him to."Peterrr" she growled under her breath. She had never experienced feelings like this, she had never orgasmed despite trying multiple times. This was new. It was new and amazing
The room had turned quiet. Peter was now solely focussed on pleasing the young woman before him. All that could be heard was the sound of Peter fingers exploring her wet core and the occasional moan that came from deep inside Carla. All was going well, she was already so close. And then there was a knock on the door.
"Fuck.. That's the time already" Peter cursed under his breath. He leaped from the bed, much to Carla's annoyance and began changing. "Peter please.." She begged, her own hand darting between her legs to try and ease the tension she felt.
"Come in Dad, I'm just in the shower" Peter suddenly called, he shut the bedroom door and ran back over the her. "Right I've got about five minutes before he gets suspicious. Don't worry about the mess just relax and it'll happen. If you need to, moan into the pillow." He lay back in between her legs. "Open up." He whispered, planting kisses along her thighs.
He was kissing and licking. He would suck and bite at all the right places. It felt amazing, but lasted no more than half a minute. Her back was arched and her legs tightened. Her muscles convulsed. Pleasure coursed through her entire body before trickling into Peter's mouth.
He smiled once again against her lips. He had 'licked her dry' some might say. "I love you.." He whispered. She smiled and whispered much the same in response. She looked exhausted, completely spent. But her post-orgasmic look was just as gorgeous as ever. "I'm going to take my dad out for lunch for an hour or two. You are more than welcome to stay here or if you'd prefer you can go back to your own home and I'll see you on Monday." He smiled again, noticing she had in fact dosed off. Getting up from the bed he tucked her in, planting one more gentle kiss to her forehead before writing the latter down on a piece of paper. He left it on the pillow beside her before quietly leaving the room.