| For a long while we had been friends talking, playing, and at times it seemed as if I were just another person he knew. That day he had been helping me proofread something I wrote to be published. It was not anything romantic or anything of the sort but I wanted to leave while he was reading it so I would not be so nervous. I walked around the dorms for a half an hour and was really bored, so I walked really silently back to my room. He was there breathing a little faster than normal but I was to nervous about what he would say to notice. After that day he seemed constantly distracted but we got along as well as ever. It was in two weeks that I found the reason for his preoccupation. I was waiting for him in his room while he took a shower. I rested on his bed counting the number of bumps on the rug when something caught my eye to the left. Something black hung a little outside the pocket of his jeans. I was not the kind of person who liked to snoop but I was always a very curious person. Okay I guess I can admit to being a big snoop. I turned onto my stomach facing away from the door and snatched the item out of his pocket. It was some black underwear I thought I lost in the begining of the schoolyear. Suddenly ticklish hands caught me, though I had no intention of playing these games I was very ticklish. Laughter was forces from my lips as I writhed until I managed to turn to face him and grabbed his hands. When he felt the piece of cloth against his skin he stopped. It must have been at that moment that that he realised what kind of position we were in. His arms had me caged in and we were both on his bed. I leaned up on my elbows to force him away but instead he leaned down but stopped just shy of my lips. Should I push him or pull him closer? I leaned up further and brushed my lips back and forth against his. I retreated a little to take in the expression on his face. He was struck speachless. "Why did you do that?" He asked. "I don't know." I looked into his eyes trying to see what he felt. Confusion, and another emotion I could not name. "I just wanted to." He let out a long easy breath then bent his head to mine. I held my breath until I felt the soft pressure of his lips against mine. I smiled and sighed, my stomach feeling fluttery and sensitive. It felt new, good, right but I wanted more than just kissing. I wanted to feel him against me not just his lips. I drew up my legs on either side of his hips and urged him with my hand to place his weight on me. I felt his heart beating faster. He was becoming more languid at ease with the transition. I could not catch my breath. I broke the kiss and was panting quietly for breath. He looked and me then smiled wickedly. "Your lips are swollen from my kiss." He cupped his hand around my cheek and rubbed his thumb against my lips. "I'm am sure it affected you, too." I rotated my hips against him. I got more than I bargained for when he groaned again my ear and rocked against me in counterpoint. I gave a little yelp, never being in such a situation. I feel him against me, if each of us would loose two layers of cloth. He would be inside me. He leaned back bracing himself on his arms. He looked into my eyes saw the expression on my face. "What are you thinking about?" He asked his eyes a little heavy lidded as if he were on something. "Nothing." I mumbled. His eyes became mischievous and |
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