I stop thinking because I am burning up. The heat is everywhere, not just on my cheeks. It’s racing down my neck, my breasts, my fingertips, until it pools like fire between my legs. I’ve never been kissed like this. My hands reach out to hold onto him, clasping at the lapels on his suit. I part my lips for him, and he kisses me again, his tongue gently pushing past. My movements are automatic, allowing him to enter and deepen the kiss. Andrew groans a little, a masculine sound of want and need that my body responds to on a basic level. My nipples harden into stiff peaks against the tight leather of my vest, begging to be touched.
It turns out that his lips were as soft as I’d imagined, his body as chiseled and hard as granite. My hands run up to his shoulders and over them, exploring everything greedily. I didn’t know how long I had, but I wasn’t going to waste it. He deftly maneuvers me so that my back’s against the door. Andrew plasters himself against me, his knee parting my legs and sliding up my thigh. Every dirty fantasy I ever had of Andrew plays through my head. Why did we have to be in front of my house? Why hadn’t I stayed on campus like I did last year? I’d be pulling him by his shirt up the stairs and onto my bed. No you wouldn’t. That requires you to be bold, and if you were, you’d have slept with him already.
I could be bold.
I lift my right leg up higher, wrapping around his and letting him slide his thigh right up against my aching pussy. Andrew puts the weight of his body behind it, the pressure making my eyelids flutter with pleasure. I was need, all need, that only he could satisfy. His hands roam over me, causing sparks of heat to dance across my skin. This is everything I wanted, but I’m hungry for more. I want to explore his body, feel its heavy weight on mine, taking me over and over until I’m finally full of him. Sex until now has been a letdown, but I can tell that it’ll be different with Andrew. His kiss alone has me moaning.
“Let’s go inside,” I say as we finally broke apart for air. “My pare-”
Andrew’s eyes snap open, refocusing on my face. He lets go of me. It was the wrong thing to say. Of course it’s the wrong thing! Who the hell brings up their parents in the middle of making out? This idiot that’s who.
“Wait, that’s not what I meant-”
But the magic is shattered, and he’s shaking his head and backing away. There’s regret on his face, and something else. Horror? I don’t know.
“Take care of yourself Noelle,” he says, and then he’s gone.
Chapter 3
I know better than to chase after him, though I’m hoping maybe he’ll come back. Instead I listen as he slams the gate shut, gets into his car, and drives away. The last of my hopes leave with him. I turn back to my bag. It’s cold out tonight, and I should probably get back inside. I’m already missing the warmth of Andrew’s body against mine.
Once I’m inside the house, I have to tiptoe quickly up the stairs to my room. I don’t want my parents to see me in these booty shorts. I think I’d give my dad a heart attack. Luckily my room is the first one on the left, and soon I’m safe inside my room. I throw my purse down onto the floor and yank off my cowboy boots, then fall straight back onto my bed. I’m still shaking from our kiss. He kissed me, I repeat over and over in shocked amazement. He kissed me! I touch my lips, pressing them and replaying it over and over in my head. I couldn’t believe he’d done it, in front of my door no less!
“And then you had to mess it up,” I mutter, punching my pillow. “How could you have been so dumb?”
Bringing up my parents, especially my dad, definitely would have brought on all sorts of guilt. I mean, this is my dad’s best friend we’re talking about here. If he ever found out... would their friendship be over? And what would everyone say? He’s too old for me, he’s too mature for me, it’s just not right. I tamp down on it all. It was just one kiss, and nothing else happened. It’s over and done.
Instead I relive our kiss. In the span of an hour my day has gone from the worst to the best. Andrew is all I’ve ever wanted, and now safe inside my room, I’m free to imagine what else it could have been. My fingertips skim over my body, around the bumps of my nipples through the leather and down over my stomach. I fiddle with the button of my shorts and then slip a hand inside. Just moments ago it was Andrew between my legs. Andrew!
“Let’s go upstairs so I can show you what sex is really supposed to be like.” I imagine him saying. Is he the type who would sweep me up and carry me to the bed? Or would it be a slow stumble as we frantically work off our clothes? I can’t decide which I prefer, and tonight, I can’t feel the familiar heat gather inside of me.