Kara's POV:
He opens the door shirtless again, arousing a primal reaction in me. After this agonizing evening, I just want him.
So the only reasonable response was to press my lips on his.
"Mmmph" he groans, grabbing the small of my back, and closing the door behind me.
He places his hands on my neck while massaging our tongues together. Jeez.
He pulls back for a breath, "What's gotten into you?"
"Are you really asking questions, or are you going to take me up to your bedroom?"
"You do not have to tell me twice... ever."
He promptly picks me up and we head to his room, just like that first night.
He closes the door softly and places me on his bed. His room is surprisingly clean.
"A clean room? How uncharactaristic of you," I whisper lowly, breathless from our earlier activity.
"Hey! I like organization, too... sometimes."
I roll my eyes.
"Anyway, back to something more interesting than the cleanliness of my room..."
He continues the kiss, but slowly. I can feel every movement of his tongue inside my mouth.
Then he reaches over into his bedside chest. "Remember this?" he picks up the black book that caused so much trouble.
I sigh and cover my face, "Don't remind me. I cringe just thinking about what the hell could have gone through my mind to compel me to take it. Did I mention I was sorry?"
"I told you I didn't care. It's just random shit in here," he shrugs, placing the book back down.
He suddenly climbs on top of me and continues to attack my face with his lips, and I'm not objecting.
I pull away for a second. "Tonight was truly agonizing. Just want you to know that, even though I went with Jack, I don't still have feelings for him anymore."
I can't erase over a year of friendship and a relationship, but I sure as hell ain't going back.
"Same. Your bestfriend Tiana," he says bitterly, "and I don't mean this lightly, but she is the most... and I mean the most annoying bitch I have ever met."
I laugh a little too hard at that. At least someone else has figured it out. I'm just waiting for the rest of our friends to follow suit... I haven't spoken to Kaylynn and Lisa in a while for that reason. If they can keep secrets from me and aid Tiana, the Devil's human form, then we don't need to talk. So, I'm left with Shawn, my friend and new boyfriend (even though he doesn't like that word, but he'll come around soon enough), and he is enough. I care about him so much. I told myself that I wouldn't get attached to him, because then I would become vulnerable. Vulnerability is not easy to come to terms with, especially when you're naturally expected not to. I gave myself fully to Jack, and look where that left me... reminiscing about movie dates. I realized that it's the event and movie that I missed, not him.
"You're not wrong," I look down.
He sighs, sitting next to me, "I'm sorry. I know she was your bestfriend."
"What? Hell no, fuck her. Say whatever you want about her. I will not argue. I've just been thinking about the last few weeks or so."
After a moment, he asks, "What about?"
"You," I smile, and he caresses my cheek. "Me, my friends, society... everything."
"So you were thinking about other people while we were making out?"
"Dude, not the point."
"I know. I'm kidding."
I giggle. "I've kind of been thinking about the fact that you lowkey hated me before this summer."
"I thought you didn't read the journal."
"I didn't. You hinted at some mentions of me in it. Then you said that I annoyed you back then... me and my group," I sigh.
"Don-Don't take that personally..."
"To what extent exactly did you dislike me?"
"Does it matter now?"
I cross my arms, "Yes."
He lets out a breath, "It was less about you and more about your gender in general. I saw you as just one of the rest. Of course I didn't know you more. I should have gotten to know you more, but back then you were a nuisance to me. Now, you are my incredibly beautiful, smart, and weird girlfriend. I've told you that I don't want any other girls. I'm confirming that I don't hate you. I like you, alot," he chuckles. "Trust me."
Trust...
He called me his girlfriend. I can tease him about that later. We're having a deep moment right now.
I sigh, "I trust you. I mean I'm trying."
This is trying
He nods.
Shortly, we're back to eating each other's faces off. I end up on top of him, tugging ferociously at his lips.
"Let me breathe, woman."
I pull away and laugh wholeheartedly. Then, after he inhales, he tugs at my shirt until I'm pressed to his chest again. Our moans are practically in sync. He feels the same passion that I do. At least I know this isn't one sided. If I get used again, I don't know how or if I'll recover.
My hand travels to his chest and down his arm to his palm. I grab his hand firmly, hoping to convey the entirety of my passion for him. He squeezes back, with his black-painted nails wrapping around my hand.
Then he flips me over and gets back on top, trailing his fingers down from my chest to my belly button. The thoughts swirling around my mind are anything but pure. We're two teenagers in an empty house on a Friday night... that can only mean one of two things.
I'm in a trance, and he's just gazing down at me with a lustful look. Then I smile, covering my face. I hate eye contact, even here, alone with him. He pulls back my hands and kisses my closed lips softly.
"What's wrong? Do you want to stop?"
"No, just the prolonged eye contact makes me a little nervous. Not that your face isn't nice to look at, but..."
He silences me with a kiss, supposedly his favorite way to shut me up. He dots my jaw and neck with small kisses, traveling down to my chest, and pulling my shirt over my head.
"This okay?"
"Mhmm," I nod. Very.
He unbuckles my bra and I swiftly cover my chest. He starts kissing my breasts, but stops at my hands.
He looks up at me with an eyebrow raised. I smile innocently. Nothing happening here...
He brushes his soft palms over mine, "You don't have to cover up, you know. Nipples are natural," he chuckles.
"Leave me alone," I take a pillow and cover my chest. He doesn't need to see my pepperoni.
Shawn's POV:
My pillow, the pillow that's rested on my bed for 7 years, the pillow that I prop my head on everyday is on her naked body. That is turning me on immensely. Everything she does lately turns me on. Ever since she annoyed the hell out of me after seeing me at that meeting, I've pushed her beauty to the side. Even during our years of being placed next to each other in classes, when merely her presence irked me, I knew she was beautiful: that curly hair, fine figure, and that smile. But I couldn't have her back then. It was no use trying.
Now she's here, something I never expected. And she's self conscious about something natural, but little does she know, I adore every part of her. The fact that she's covering up out of fear of me judging her is appalling.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I laughed because of the word nipples: it's funny. I'm not laughing at you--I would never. Just please."
I push her hands away lightly. She relaxes, and releases the pillow. Finally, I can see all of her. The upper half, at least. She's so fucking beautiful. I can't fathom it. I'm getting harder and harder thinking about her right now, underneath me. All I want is to ravage her and fall asleep next to her afterwards. I've never wanted anyone to stay over before. I usually fuck and move on, but I want to cherish her, to cherish every moment. She's making me soft... mentally at least ;).
I take a deep breath as she's looking up at me with sheer anticipation. Her full chest is rising and falling with every breath she takes.
I bring my lips back to hers, and we fall back into harmony. Scooting down to her calves, I bring the kiss down to her jeans, and I unbutton and unzip them with ease. She doesn't object. Next, her underwear.
My dick is aching at this point, craving her, but I know her boundaries. We won't have sex.
I kiss her down to the spot right between her legs. "Is this okay?"
"Yes, yes," she says lightly.
I go deeper, sucking and swirling my tongue around that special spot. The tension's been so thick with us, and I finally get to make her feel good. She arches her back sharply with a deep moan. Good thing no one else is home. I rub my tongue up and down, switching my technique, and she reacts more violently. Is it that good?
Kara's POV:
I am on cloud nine. No, really. This is better than alcohol, drugs, money, everything. This is better than sex... wait, this is sex... well, oral.
I have literally never felt anything better. I'm throbbing down there, and as a reflex, my body keeps jolting in all directions. I'm embarrassed because I look like I can't handle it, or like it's my first time. It is, but I don't want it to be so obvious. I'd never even seen Jack naked, so all this is kind of new to me. But let me stop thinking of other people while he's doing--
I scream out in pleasure. It's so intense that my body goes limp afterward. Every thought or feeling that isn't related to this clears from my mind. I feel enlightened. He just keeps swirling his tongue in circles. Then I realize that I haven't been breathing. I let out a deep breath and inhale deeply to make up for lost air.
Wow.
"What the hell was that?"
He chuckles, "Did you like it?"
"Are we going to change the world?"
"I'll take that as a hell yes."
Then I take it all in: I'm butt-ass naked on his bed. I guess all my self-conscious feelings dissipated when I was erupting in an orgasm about 30 seconds ago...
"So... should I..." I lean over and place my hand on his jeans.
He grabs my hand, "Not if you don't want to, of course."
"Shit."
"What?"
"I forgot to tell you I'm a virgin."
"Yeah, I know," he chuckles.
"I mean I was for everything. I've only been kissed before."
"Oh," he nods slowly.
Hence, my crazy and embarrassing reaction to... that.
"Also, I want you to know that I don't have any STIs."
"Oh, me neither," he raises his voice, "I get tested every few months or so," he nods.
"Shouldn't it be more frequent, considering your man-whore past?"
"Wow, first of all, offensive. And second, I lied."
Hmm?
"I'm not exactly a man-whore perse. I've been with less than 10 people."
"Is that not a man-whore?"
"Stop being judgy," he nudges my leg. "Anyway, as I was saying, I started off doing the relationship thing, but I realized that it all hurt too much: depending on someone for happiness, putting faith in someone who might not even care about you--it's all frightening. Too many girls just wanted one thing from me, so I decided that I'd give them what they wanted and spare my feelings in the process," he shrugs.
He's giving me bde with his vulnerability and honesty right now.
"You're so cute when you're being sensitive," I smile.
"Shut up."
"Make me."
He pins me down and places his thumb firmly against that sensitive spot. The pressure is causing my pulse to intensify. Sheesh.
We continue our makeout session with his thumb not moving at all. This is... intense.
"Please," I murmur.
"My turn?" he releases me and lays on his back.
I have virtually no experience, but I have a good idea of what this entails. I'm still throbbing as I pull off his pants, then his boxers. His hard erection springs up, being released from containment. Woah...
So my bde prediction turns out to be correct...
I take a deep breath. I'm ready. I can do this.
I go slowly at first, up and down, speeding up with time, and he's clearly affected by it. Gripping the black sheets, he throws his head back and sucks in his breath. I guess I'm doing a good job?
He eventually lets out a low moan and relaxes his body afterward. He's feeling the same ecstacy that he caused for me.
"Did you say this was your first time?"