The Words He Wanted To Hear(4)

“This reminds me of old times.” Maxwell’s words broke her mental pep talk.



“Huh?” She looked at him confused.



“When you’d come running to my room because you were scared of the creaks.” He grinned at her.



“I don’t remember that.”



“It was the first couple of times you stayed over. You were scared of the noises. I would comfort you.”



“Oh.”



“Yeah.” He lay back on her bed and closed his eyes. “It seems like such a long time ago now.”



“Yeah.” She leaned back and felt her shoulders rubbing next to his. “We were just kids then.”



“Well, you’re still a kid. I’m an old man now.”



“I’m not a kid.” She answered him indignantly. “I’m 22 you know.”



He turned to face her on the bed and she turned to face him so that their eyes were gazing into each other’s. She held her breath as he stared into her eyes deeply. “22 is still a kid.”



“No, it’s not.” She pouted at him.



“If you are still pouting, you’re still a kid.” He laughed.



“I’m not a kid.” She licked her lips and moved closer to him.



“I’m too old for you Sophie.” He stared at her mouth.



“I’m not a kid.” She moved her face so close to his that she could feel his breath on her mouth. “I’m not…” Her voice trailed off as Maxwell moved in closer to her and kissed her on the lips.



She closed her eyes and sighed. His lips felt warm and sweet and perfect. She moved closer to him and pushed her tongue into his mouth hesitantly. He devoured her tongue and she felt him groan before he brought his arms around her and brought her into him. She opened her eyes and saw him staring down at her. He was now on top of her and she felt the weight of his body crushing down on her. She wriggled beneath him, delighting in the feel of his body on hers. She brought her hands up and rubbed his bare back; it felt smooth and hot to the touch. She ran her hands down his back until she came to the top of his shorts. She paused for a second before running her hand down to his ass. She heard his gasp of surprise and grinned up at him as she squeezed his butt. He reacted by pushing himself into her and she spread her legs so she could feel him closer to her sweet spot. She felt her skirt ride up a little bit and she wrapped her legs around Maxwell, willing him to push himself into her closer. He responded by slowing grinded himself into her and she could feel his hardness push up into her mound.



She sighed happily and his lips left hers to kiss down her neck. She squirmed underneath him hoping he would pull her top off so that she could feel his naked chest on her skin.



“No Sophie. I can’t.” He pulled away from her and sat up. “This is not a good idea.”



“But I want to.” She looked at him uncertainly. “I’m not a kid.”



He smirked as he stared at her. “That I know Ms. Sophie.” He licked his lips. “I shall never call you a kid again.”



She stared at him wanting to reach out touch his chest. “Kiss me.” She whispered.



“What?” He sat there still.



“Nothing.” She looked down at her lap unable to keep his gaze. His blue eyes seemed to pierce right through her.



“Okay.” He sat there next to her and they listened to the grasshoppers outside the windows.



Finally she looked up and he was watching her with a dark and bemused look. “You can leave now Maxwell.”



“I know.” He remained on the bed.



“Then go.” Her voice sounded angry. She was upset. She felt like she had been rejected and wanted to wallow in her misery. Another part of her wanted to delight in the fact that she had kissed Maxwell and that it had been as wondrous as she thought it would be.



“I’m not going to leave this room with you angry.” He frowned. “Why are you angry by the way?”



“I’m not angry. I’m fine. I need to shower and get ready for tonight.”



“Is it a guy?”



“What?”



“Don’t let a guy get you down Sophie.” He looked at her with concern. “Trust me, whatever putz has you feeling so down will regret it. Most college guys don’t have a clue.”



Sophie sighed loudly. “Most men period don’t have a clue.”



He laughed and nodded his head. “I’ll agree with you there.” He looked over at the journal she had placed on the bed. “So do you write about him in there?”



“Maybe.”



“What have you written?”

“I’m not going to tell you.” She looked at him like he was crazy.



“I was just curious as to what goes on in a 22 year Old’s head.”



“Then go and ask Ella what she’s thinking.”



“I don’t want to know about Ella.” His voice was soft and he looked at her intently.



“Oh.” She wanted to ask him what he meant. If he was saying that he cared about her as more than a sister but she was scared to ask him. “Well, I guess I can read you an entry.” She paused and looked at him carefully.



“That would be great.” He lay back on the bed and Sophie wanted to run her hands through his hair. Lying down like he was, made him seem so much younger than his age. She reached for her journal quickly and opened it to a page randomly and started reading.



“I wonder what he’s doing today. If he has thought about me at all. I’ve thought about him so much that the law of averages would dictate that he has to have thought about me at least once. Maybe if I think about him one hundred times in the next two days that will make him think of me at least once. I had a dream about him last night. We were in the ocean and his eyes blended with the water and I asked him if he were a mermaid. And then he laughed and I laughed and I was soo happy because we were together. I’m going to go look at the stars tomorrow. I’m hoping I see a shooting star and then I can make a wish on it. I’ll wish for him to love me as I love him. Perhaps we’ll wish on the same star together.”



Sophie stopped reading at that point. She found it hard to keep reading while sitting next to the man who had inspired so much writing.



“So you love him huh?” He looked at her carefully. “How does he feel?”



“I don’t even think he knows I exist.” Sophie sighed and smiled. “It’s quite the love story huh?”



“It sounds like life.” He smiled at her wistfully. “But don’t worry, tonight we’ll have a good time and you can forget him.”



“Yeah.” She smiled at him and then leaned forward and kissed him again. This time she was the aggressor and she pushed him down on the bed. She saw his eyes widen as she nibbled on his bottom lip and she sat on top of him. She felt his hands caressing her legs and she wriggled in his eyes so that her skirt rode up. She now had easy access to sit on him and she rubbed herself against his crotch. He felt hard beneath her and she enjoyed the feeling of his hardness rubbing against her with only her panties and his shorts acting as a barrier. This time she kissed down his neck and to his chest. She rubbed her cheek against his chest and it was soft and warm. She kissed over to his right nipple and tugged on it before kissing down his chest to his stomach. She stuck her tongue in his belly button and then licked down his happy trail to the top of his shorts. She paused and looked up and she saw him watching her with desire in his eyes. Excited and horny, she continued kissing him and pulled his shorts down. She gasped as she saw his cock flop out right next to her face. She was certain that he would have had on boxer shorts and was shocked to see his manhood right there in front of her. She paused for a second, unsure of herself. But then she closed her eyes and took him into her mouth, she was awkward and slow at first, sucking on the tip lightly, scared that she would hurt him. As she grew more confident, she took more of him into her mouth and sucked harder and harder. She was rewarded with a guttural groan emanating from Maxwell’s throat and this delighted her and prodded her to keep sucking harder and harder. She took him so deeply into her mouth that she thought she was going to gag, but she enjoyed the taste of him and she loved feeling him grow as she pleasured him.



After a couple of minutes, Maxwell pulled her off of him and she frowned, worried that she had been doing something wrong but she felt him maneuvering her on the bed until her face was in his crotch and her legs were up by his head. She took him back in her mouth and she was rewarded by a deep groan from within him. She felt his hands go up her skirt and felt her heart beating quickly as she felt his hands pulling down her panties. She trembled as she felt him pull her down towards him and when she felt his breath on her pussy, she almost screamed. And then she felt the tip of his tongue running along her clit and she couldn’t stop herself from grinding into his face. She needed to feel him on her harder and deeper. Unwittingly she started sucking him with more intensity, as she concentrated more on what he was doing to her pussy. When he stuck his tongue into her, she moaned with delight and found herself sucking on the tip of his cock like a lollipop. As he fucked her with his tongue, she felt the passion building up inside of her and she sat upright as she came in his mouth, bucking back and forth on his face. Maxwell didn’t seem to mind because he kept licking and sucking her pussy as she came and flipped her body around after a few minutes.