"I could come kidnap you."
That text message made me smile as I lay in my bed, wondering if he was serious or just messing around with me. It took me a few minutes to make up my mind, and I sent one back- "K, give me a few minutes."
That was calm, collected, smooth. Really I was racing around my room, no longer comfortable in my bed, looking for something halfway decent to wear, trying to fix tear smudged make up and digging around for my body spray. It was midnight, and I knew the night would only be longer.
I zipped up my green coat over my stripped polo and tight jeans and stepped out into the night. Snow sparkled under the nearly full moon and the headlights of his car as he pulled up. As I walked in front of the headlights I was hoping he was checking my legs and firm ass out, the jeans made me look great. Maybe I pranced a little bit, but I didn't get a comment, so I don't think he noticed. I got in and smiled, his familiar grin spreading across his face in a way I hadn't seen in months. But he saw me, and it made me smile even more.
I got into his apartment, and almost as if I had been there a hundred times before, I took off my shoes, unzipped my parka and jumped into the loveseat in front of the TV that I designated as my "spot" my first time over. He took off his sweatshirt and I gagged a bit at his choice of shirts, a Buffs long sleeve. "Ugh, take that off." I said, feeling moto over school pride and ducking as he ripped the shirt off and flung it at me. "Better?" he asked. I casually nodded, "It'll do." It gave me time to 'sarcastically' check him out, and I liked what I saw. Working out had made his shoulders and arms noticeably bigger and much more sexy. I could tell his chest was bigger and I could only assume that his abs were more defined. Still pale, but very sexy to me. He looked Baltic and I couldn't help but sigh inside. I laid and stretched out on the little couch as he popped in Final Fantasy, singing along and narrating fight scenes as if I were blind. And then making fun of me significantly.
That movie and several rounds of Guitar Hero later, I woke up to him tucking me in under a green blanket while still crashed out on my "spot." I drowsily rolled over to watch him play more, comfortable on the couch and listening to pretty good music and drifting in and out of consciousness. I felt safe enough to let myself sleep there.
When I woke up the TV was off, and the room was dark. I let my eyes adjust, and he walked out of his room wearing that sexy black tank top and his pajama bottoms. I looked at him for a second too long, because he smiled like he knew something was up. I snuggled back under the cover he had tucked me in under and I heard him call out from his room, "You can come sleep in the bed if you want."
Of course I wanted to. I wanted to –not- sleep in the bed. Not until dawn at least. But his new thing in order to find himself and change was to not partake in sex. As much as I wanted to tantalize him and just sleep in my bra and panties, I remained fully clothed, in jeans and all. It definitely wasn't my place to steal away his wholesome behavior streak. But if I could just touch him... rub against him to let him at least know I wanted him. Instead I curled up on his shoulder, and tried to go to sleep. He smelled so good, I was distracted. But he relaxed, and I took that as he was going to sleep. I lay my head back down on his shoulder. His breathing evened out and I lifted my head to look at him, taking him in while he slept. I liked his profile, and the way the light coming in the window highlighted the best angles of his handsome face.
"Having fun looking at me?" he said without opening his eyes. I blushed furiously and put my head back down. I had thought he was sleeping. I quickly responded, to make it sound like I wasn't really just looking at how sexy he was and trying to distract myself from wanting to lay a kiss on those soft lips.
"I'm waiting for you to fall asleep so I can take advantage of you."
"Hey, let's keep it R-rated"
In my head I ran through a lot of R-rated movies... there was sex in all of them. It didn't help my situation at all.
That notion slipped aside as I lay my head on his shoulder, knowing that what had happened before had very little chance of happening again. I started to drift off to sleep, my body relaxing from my toes up. I let my hand lay on his chest, and my fingers rubbed him softly as I curled up to sleep. Its when his fingers, wrapped around my back and resting on my side touched me back that I tensed up again. He did that last time as we watched TV. I looked up into his face. He was so still, he had to be asleep. Still his fingers brushed against me again. Was I good enough for him to be dreaming about me?
I gently caressed his throat with the very tips of my fingers, lightly and softly. I talked to him in my head, the things I wanted to say to him. "Your heart is beating a little fast for me to believe you just want to sleep." "If I kissed you now would you be angry?" "God, I want to kiss you. I'm going to move to the couch, I don't want to mess up your streak of wholesome behavior." I squirmed a bit, trying to get the leverage to quietly slide out of his bed and go curl up to sleep in my "spot". Instead of getting out of his grip, he tightened it around me and pulled me close. I liked it, surprisingly, being close and slightly out of control. The stubble on his chin grazed my forehead and it woke me up a bit more. He was nuzzling with me. I fought myself, if he was asleep I didn't want to violate him, and if he was awake... well if he was awake there are quite a few things I'd want to do with him.
I still couldn't tell if he was awake or asleep as he tucked his chin down and nuzzled against me again, the slight push of his lips leading me to believe it was a kiss. Suddenly I was wide awake. Curled up against his body, I put my hand on his chest, a safe spot if he was asleep. He ran his hand down my side and used the other one to slide my hand that rested on his chest down across his abs, down until I felt the cozy flannel of his sleep pants. Once again doubt raced through me, and though I lingered for a second, feeling his heartbeat right under his belt line, I pulled my hand back up to his chest. I looked to his face, his eyes were still closed. He wrapped his arm tighter around me, bringing me closer to his body. I was getting wetter the more he stroked my side. He took my hand that was replaced on his chest and pushed it down again, and I let my fingers dip below the waist of his pants. I looked up to see his eyes flutter open and had just enough time to react to the kiss I suddenly felt on my lips.
My eyes were still open; I didn't know whether he was awake or asleep as our tongues danced gently. I pushed off of him just enough space to be able to look him in the eyes. It forced my hips to press against his growing cock.
"Are you awake?" I asked urgently, wanting to do more than just kiss him. I wanted to let my hands wander, let my lips be put to use in places other than his mouth. I got no coherent response, so I kissed him back again.
Through his pants, I brushed over his cock, hard as could be at that moment. It made his back arch and he moaned in a whisper, "ohhh..." I stroked him again and he pulled my head back down and kissed me again, harder, a more needing kiss.
