Deluged - The Teenage Love ✔️

Chapter 3

November 6, 2002.

That was our day. So, I called him over.

I had worn a casual outfit, that suited my short  physique. I had always known his love for black, so I couldn’t risk it. I dressed myself in a black top, that sat down loose around my waist, which was complimented by black yoga pants.

Honestly speaking, I was feeling really confident in my skin, but that didn’t help the nervous butterflies in my belly. The thing was, that it had never been just the two of us meeting alone, this was quite new.

He had been to my place quite a few times, once he had insisted on drinking a cup of tea, " especially made by you" he had said, but as luck would have it, I forgot to add sugar to his tea that day.

---anyways--- I heard the doorbell ringing and rushed to open the door. He let himself into my room, and made himself comfortable on my bed. I had seated myself on the side table.

We sat in silence for a while, staring in each other's direction.

We didn't know what to say or how to start a conversation. I already knew that he wouldn't initiate it. So, I swallowed the pill, and sat next to him, in the most casual manner.

"So, what would you like to have? Coffee?", I said placing my hand on his left thigh.

I don't know why I did that. Didn't know where the boldness was coming from. I couldn't pin point a particular emotion going through my system.

I was feeling weird, like not at ease... I was nervous and, it wasn't something I was used to. But the adrenaline rush got the best of me. His eyes met mine, and we stared into each other’s eyes getting lost in the moment. Seemed as if the time had frozen. To say it was electrifying, would be an understatement.

I felt as if my body had been lit on fire, the desperation in his eyes said the same story. My body automatically leaned into his personal space, my hands rubbing soothing circular motions, as if encouraging him to make his move.

He looked at me, his face said it all. He moved towards me, his hands touched my fingers breaking the trance I had been caught in, and I instantly removed my hands from the place that they were in, coming back to reality. My eyes were downcast. I had this overwhelming feeling of nervousness…but my teenage hormones weren’t having any of it. So I started playing with the hem of the top, not having an idea where we were going with this.

I stood up, removing myself from the bubble we were caught up in, feeling almost humiliated to make the first move.

But he came closer to me, until I could feel his breath on my face, he smelled good. The heat of his body was driving me crazy. The colour of my cheeks was rising and I couldn't help but bite my lower lip, gosh he was turning me on.

I don’t know what he was doing to me. He placed his hands at the base of my neck. I kept looking down. I didn’t have it in me to face him. He raised my chin in alignment to his. I looked into his eyes, as I rose on my tip toes to reach his height. He ran  his thumb over the corner of my lips, taking his time. My heart sped a hundred kilometres per second. He rubbed his finger over my lips, his other hand grabbed my butt. He was a complete seductor. I tried not to look in his eyes. It was difficult for me to not be in control.

The finger then settled over the corner of my lips. Our breathing was fast. It felt as if all the sensitive knots in my stomach had gathered together to give the most intense feeling I had ever experienced. He again rubbed his thumb over my lips, his other hand grabbed my upper thigh. He was a complete seductor. As if Aphrodite himself had got into his soul. I tried not to look in his eyes. It was difficult for me to resist.