"Just Friends"

Chapter 22

Content warning: sex

SAM

We went to her house. It was next to a Taco Bell I go to sometimes.
My first thought was how great it was she lived nearby.
My second took place when I checked the time. 3 am. Time really does fly by when you're having fun.

"What do you want to do?" she asked me. "We can do anything."
"Anything?" I teased as I walked over to her.
Her hands laid on the table, as she looked at me with those all-consuming eyes.
I grabbed her waist and leaned over.
Close.
Really close.
I could feel her breathing on my face.

I placed my hand on her thigh and began drawing an infinite sign on it. Her breathing heavied and I smiled.
"Any-thing?" I whispered in her ear as I played with my fingertips to the sound of the question.
I began kissing her neck. I left a trace of sloppy kisses on her collarbone, shoulders, chest.
I just had my fun with it.

I moved my hand back to her waist, slowly. Grazing every bit of skin as I felt it shiver with my touch.
I aimed to kiss her. Her lips pondered at me, yet I didn't give her anything.
She wanted me, there was no doubt.
However, I wasn't trying to make her want me. I wanted her to desire me. I wanted her to beg for me, die for me.

My hand moved to her lower back as the other grabbed her ass.
I kissed her lobe; then sent my hand quickly down to her inner tight, where she moaned.
The sweet sound of her desire set something inside me on fire.

"Anything," she answered, and I locked our lips.

She sat up on the table and wrapped her legs around me. I unzipped her dress and slid it down her shoulders. Cut short the dancing of our lips because I wanted to take a look.
Her body was breathtaking. There was something that seemed so distant about the fact that I was getting with this girl. She seemed way too much for me.
Yet logic told me that in reality, what that was saying is that I'm just as much.
She was crazy beautiful, and right now, she was mine.

"Don't stop," she whined and I listened. I picked her up and took us to the room. Laid us on the bed. Dropped a couple of kisses on her neck before she decided to sit on my lap and kiss me again. She took off my dress and pushed me down on the bed.

*****

We decided to order some pizza and have it in her kitchen.

She was sitting on top of her counter, wearing a red shirt and her black underwear, looking stunning.
The curve of her shirt gave out her breasts; and there was this blank space between the red and the panties, showing her flat stomach.
Two strands of hair met in a ponytail wrapping her head like a crown. Below, messy waves fell over her shoulders. The makeup was gone and her face was now covered in light freckles that I found beautiful.

My body was filled with teasing static.
Despite that, I felt comfortable, in an unexpected way.
It wasn't often when I could just sit and talk with someone, not worrying about how I look or what I say; especially if I had just met them.
The connection we had was powerful. I liked her.

The conversation happening between us was casual. Nothing specific, just music, hobbies, tv. At some point, we stood in silence.
That's when a smirk showed up on her face and she said, "let's play truth or dare."
"Okay," I replied, short. She got off the counter and sat next to me, as I watched in strange awe.

There was something about her. I couldn't stop watching.
Every single move had me amazed and woke something inside I barely even knew existed.
No matter how hard I tried not to think about it, this had never happened to me. I actually liked her.

"Truth or dare?" she asked me.
"Truth."
"What's the most spontaneous thing you did?"
She wanted me to say it.
"Today." She blushed and drew a tiny yet euphorious smile.
"Do you regret doing it?"
Not for a second, I wanted to say.
"Nah," I said instead, cutting it short. "Truth or dare?"
"Dare."
"Kiss me," I said without even thinking.
"You didn't have to dare me to do that," she said with a grin.

She leaned in and dropped a small kiss on my lips, with the intention of continuing the game. I grabbed her by the neck and kept the kiss going. After a few seconds, my other hand went to her waist, while hers ran through my hair. I slowly laid her on the floor, which for some reason made us both giggle.