Boy Who Never Noticed Me

I used to be invisible to him--a shadow in the background of his life, watching from the edges of every crowded space. His every laugh, every glance, every word he spoke to others felt like a million miles away. He was always just out of reach, I always wondered what it was like to be chosen by him but it was a world with no room for me. But that day something changed. His eyes found mine, not in passing, not by mistake. He saw me, really saw me. My unrequited crush was about to be a whirlwind summer romance. It was a flicker of recognition but enough to set my heart racing and my mind going wild.

"Hey."

One word. A simple word. But from him, it felt like everything and nothing all at once. My mind froze, and I was left standing there, staring at the boy I'd spent countless moments thinking about, without a single thought in my head. It was almost embarrassing how unprepared I was for something as basic as "hi."

Am I dreaming? Am I imagining this, shit I am going nuts, I replayed the sound of his voice in my head, trying to convince myself it was real, that his eyes were actually on me, waiting. But when I glanced up, there he was, smiling. Not the casual, effortless grin he gave to everyone else, but something softer, more genuine, like he was actually talking to me. And that's when it hit me--I had to say something back. Anything. But my mouth didn't seem to get the message so I stood there with my mouth wide open.

"Sorry, are you okay?" He spoke to me again.

"Um... hi." My voice came out awkward. "Yes I'm okay sorry I didn't think you were talking to me."

"Why would you think that?"

"Be-because people like you don't talk to people like me."

"I'm sorry people like you? Why would you say that? Anyway, we are heading out for drinks with some friends to this new place downtown, you should join us and you can tell me why you think I wouldn't talk to you?"

"Oh, um... sure, that sounds fun." I replied, playing it cool while panicking internally.

"Awesome! You'll love it"

I don't know what made him think I'll love going out with him and his friends when I barely move out of my room but we were about to find out. Every time he spoke to me, my heart wanted to crawl straight out of my chest and yet I followed him and if I'm being honest I'd walk through fire for him, no matter how hot the flames burned, because even in the blaze, his presence would be the only thing I'd feel.

We walked into the bar, the place was really cool, dim lights, great decoration and very loud music. His friends sat near the back laughing like they owned the place. He introduced me to them and turned to me, his smile easy, like I belonged there with him.. They were very welcoming. We took a seat, and I could feel my nerves bubbling up and I still couldn't believe I was sitting with the coolest people and casually having drinks. I didn't talk much, I didn't even get their jokes.

The first shot came, then another. They were stronger than I expected, but I downed them quickly, hoping the alcohol would drown my shyness. And then, it happened. That warm buzz settled in, my body loosened, and suddenly, words poured out of me like water breaking through a dam.

"You know, I've always wanted to be a spy," I blurted out. "Like a real undercover agent. I think I'd be good at it, don't you think? Maybe I'd even take down international criminals. Though, I'd probably trip on my way to save the world."

Everyone laughed. It got contagious, and I couldn't stop. My brain seemed to be working faster than my mouth, and I was saying things without a filter.

"Or! Or get this," I continued, my hands flailing dramatically now. "What if I had a superpower where I could talk to animals? Oh my god, I'd totally start a revolution with the squirrels first. They're sneaky. You wouldn't see it coming."

His friends were dying of laughter, and even he was chuckling, looking at me with this amused grin that made my heart do backflips. But I couldn't stop talking. We walked outside for some fresh air. He leaned in closer, grinning at me like I was the most entertaining thing in the room. "You're full of surprises, aren't you?"

I laughed, cheeks warm, probably from both the alcohol and the way he looked at me.

"Oh, You have no idea," I said.

"Really what else are you hiding beneath the shy cover, are you a spy?" He said laughing.

I caught his eye as the laughter died down, and there was a moment of quiet between us. It was like we were the only ones in the room.The buzz in my head gave me this strange surge of confidence, and before I could think twice, I leaned in a little closer, my voice lowering just enough to make it feel more intimate.

"You know," I said, smiling in a way I hoped looked playful and not completely awkward, "I don't normally do stuff like this--hanging out with someone who looks like they stepped straight out of a magazine cover." I paused, letting the words sink in, and watched his reaction. "But... I could get used to it."

His grin widened, and he leaned in, closing the space between us even more.

"Oh yeah?" His voice was soft, teasing. "What else could you get used to?"

I shrugged, biting my lip as I let my eyes linger on his for just a second longer than usual.

"I guess we'll have to hang out more to find out."

The noise of the bar seemed to fade into the background as his eyes locked onto mine. He slowly leaned in and did the triangle method. My heart raced, every nerve in my body screaming at me to run, to panic--but I didn't. Instead, I held my breath, my gaze flicking between his eyes and his lips, my mind barely able to keep up with what's happening. He hovered for a moment, just inches from my lips, as if giving me a chance to pull away. But I didn't. And then, his lips finally brushed mine, soft at first, testing. It felt like time stopped, like everything else around us disappeared. The world narrowed down to just him and the way he tastes--like heat and a promise of more. I kissed him back, my hands trembling slightly as they found their way to his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart under my fingertips. The kiss deepened, and for that moment, it felt like nothing else existed but him.

"You make me excited, even though I hardly know you, but I want to. I see the way you look at things with curiosity." He paused for a second.

"There is something behind those eyes that is pulling in on me."

I looked down, my cheeks heated up as I fiddled with the edge of my sweater.

"You really... see that?" I mumbled, sneaking a quick glance up at him. "I guess I've always been kind of curious. About... things." I laugh softly, my fingers brushing against each other nervously. "Maybe more curious than I should be."

I took a breath, and before I could second-guess it, I let a small, daring smile slip. "Maybe I could show you a little of what's behind these eyes sometime." My cheeks burnt.

"How about we go to my place and you can show me exactly what you mean?" He responded to my flirty joke with an even flirtier energy.

"To your place? Why not, I mean I don't know what you have planned, but I'm definitely interested in finding out." Words tumbled out before I could stop.

We went to his place and my cheeks flushed as I felt the thrill of the possibility of hooking up with this boy whom I've spent most days thinking about. We were still tipsy but enough to know exactly what was happening. There was a moment of silence and eye contact with a mix of lust and something far more primal, something that made my body ache with need before he leaned in and molded my mouth with his. His hands were on me, grabbing my hips roughly as he pressed his body against my back. his lips brushed against my ear, his hot breath sent shivers down my spine. He gently pulled my sweater up and over my head, his gaze never leaving my face. Once the sweater was off, he glanced down at my shirt printed with whales kissing and a playful smile tugging at his lips. His hands slid to my waist, fingers dancing along the cloth as he lifted my shirt, yanking it down my shoulders until my breasts were bare to him. Without a second thought, he grabbed them roughly, his fingers pinching and twisting my nipples, making me cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure. I couldn't get enough. He unzipped my jeans then grabbed the thin straps of my pants, his fingers searing as they hook into the waistband of my pants. In less a minute I was burning with arousal and I needed thrumming through me so with the heady push, I dragged his middle finger over my sensitive nerves, curling in me until he could fit two, three--

I'm lost.

"Don't make that move again" He growls. "I am the one who made your pussy this wet, I should have my way with it. His fingers pumped in and out of my squelchy cunt relentlessly. He smirked against my head, lips pressing kisses against my temple as I pant breathlessly, helpless under his touch. His fingers curled upwards against the soft walls of my cunt, making me squeal. I got so overstimulated and clawed into his biceps, nodding feverishly. Creamy slick coated his fingers, eliciting the sloppiest noises that I couldn't bother to be embarrassed about in the gist of his abuse on my pussy. He removed his fingers and rubbed them against my clit swiftly then held them covered in my juices before my eyes. "Open your Mouth" I obeyed with bleary eyes looking up into them as the juices rolled down his fingers. He got so squirmy when I sucked his fingers. I held his index, and my mouth latched onto the digit as I looked up at him with my pretty eyes.. he swore he could get drunk off staring into my gaze. The tension killed me, my nipples were strongly erected so I pulled down his waistband and Calvin Klein underwear in one swift movement, placed it under his balls and watched as his cock bounced out and hit just above his belly button.

He placed it on my cheeks making them wet from my saliva and pre-cum then shoved into my throat at once making me choke and breathing heavily. He placed both his hands on my head and slowly began to thrust his cock back and forth into my mouth causing my eyes to water as I looked up at him. My tongue swirled around his cock while I bobbed up and down and felt him sliding deeper and deeper into my throat. I held his balls and squeezed them like my own stress balls and I heard him moan and grunt while his dick twitched right about to cum. He held my head up and winked at me before flipping me into his bed then spread my leg and spread my vulva using his hands before shoving his tongue in me. Literally ate me from the front to the back, sucking my sensitive clit and swirling his tongue all over my pussy. His eyes met mine as his tongue flickered my cunt and it made me wetter. He used his fingers faster then curled them inside me, searching for my g-spot to touch. My pussy walls started contracting and relaxing my pelvic walls around his fingers when he found the right spot that had my knees buckling on either side of his head. I gasped for air as my body started to vibrate. damn it! Another cream as his fingers fucked my g-spot harder over and over.

He came up and molded his mouth with mine as he sunk himself inside me.

"You are so beautiful I just want to cum inside you and taste you with my cum all over your pussy" He said while panting.

He started sliding in slowly.

"Oh god! oh fuck!" I cry.

He took my tits in his mouth, teasing and suckling my nipples then spun me around and placed my front down. He placed just the tip in my deranged pussy and watched me whimper in desperation. I begged for him to just fuck me until he plunged it deep inside filling me in just one stroke the slowly pulling it out halfway then slamming it back again. His relentless pace was killing me...He found my clit and rubbed it in circles then stroked me again but this time he pulled out and left the tip inside. I felt so weak and needy. This is something else, I didn't imagine. My whole body and mind surrendered to him. "Fuck" I moaned. He used his both hands to spank me then hold my neck with one hand firmly while stroking me rapidly and boy pleasure began to build up quickly. "Am c-close," I whimper out, quietly as my throat is strained.

"SHHHHHH!"

Suddenly he pulled my arms around my body so they are interlocked on my lower back, he gripped onto them and used them as leverage as he began a brutal pace of fucking me.

"Fuck I didn't know being teased could feel this good, fuck I'm gonna cum!" I Whine out, my words muffled into the pillow, my head falling to the side so I can look at him and see how passionately he was taking me. He let go of my hands and spooned me then gripped my hips and placed one leg slightly bent to the front then stroked me roughly and I could hear his voice strain as he cum inside me. He pulled my body tight and snuggled against himself as my orgasm hit with a loud scream. He pulled his cock out slowly and I winced as he swept it around my pussy mixing his cum that was still dripping out of his shaft with my juices as I gripped onto the sheets. He then went down and moved his entire mouth back and forth and thrust his tongue deep and tasted me like his life depended on it. I couldn't even process it all from the pleasure that consumed my entire body. I grabbed his hair harder and pulled it. It didn't take me long to reach my third or fourth orgasm. How could I count?

We laid down with our tired bodies to catch a breath and he helped me clean up then he kissed my forehead and said how happy I just made him. We lay next to each other and talked. My skin was still alive, he looked at me then closed his eyes to feel the moment and I looked at the ceiling in total disbelief.