Something About Her

Posessive

Once we were on the highway, he put his hand on my thigh. I moved my eyes from staring out the windshield, to looking at him. He was still looking at the road.

I wonder if he felt my eyes on him. I put my left hand over his hand. I rubbed small counterclockwise circles on the back of his hand, with my thumb.

Kendall started veering off from the direction of the mall. "Fuck," he whispered. I don't think I was supposed to hear that.

"What's wrong, Kendall?" I asked, confused as hell.

"Ummmm," he said looking down and his pants, "I might have a little problem."

We were on some random side road about 5 minutes off the highway. And him and his problem decided to be needy now, in public.

I looked at him. With a dead serious expression I ordered Kendall, "Pull over, and get out of the car."

I must have scared the shit out of him. I wasn't even joking, though.

I opened the passenger side door, as Kendall obeyed, and did the same, to the driver's side door. We met at the front of the car. He stopped walking; I didn't.

I took the car keys out of his left hand as I passed him. I noticed a tattoo peaking out under Kendall's t-shirt collar, but I couldn't make out what it was. I walked to the driver's seat, and opened the car door. I got in and buckled my seatbelt. An extremely confused Kendall did the same, but on the passenger side.

We didn't exchange any words for the rest of the ride. He let me drive wherever I wanted to go. He has absolutely no clue where I was taking him, and for some random reason, he seemed very okay with that.

I could feel his ocean blue eyes staring at me the rest of the car ride. He looked nervous, but I could tell he was trying to hide that; he also looked really excited, too.

It was weird how comfortable and safe I felt with him. Especially since we didn't know each other really well, yet. The word "yet" echoed in my head.

I just parked in my secret spot.  I've never told or shown this place to anyone. Yet, here I am, with Kendall, showing him the place, my place.

I quickly pulled the key out, to turn the ignition off. The put them in the cup holder. As I unbuckled my seatbelt, I said to him, "No one will come here."

I opened the car door and stepped out. Kendall quickly unbuckled his seatbelt, then did that same.

I started walked to the little out-cove I made when I was a little kid. I always like this place. Even during a thunderstorm I loved being here. The cave covered over everything and kept me, along with all my things, safe.

I had decorated this cave like area, when I first found the place. It was Everything was always just as I left it. The mini fridge I used to keep stocked with juice boxes, now filled with sodas and beers. The projector that pointed it's stars, unless she had put a show on, towards the cave ceiling. She had a futon (bed/couch), that sat right behind the thick mattress covered in fluffy sheets.

It was my escape from everything. No one ever came here; no one knew about this place, and I liked it that way.

Kendall finally caught up with me. As we walked to towards the out-cove, I grabbed his hand.

When we finally entered the area, I let go of his hand. I told him to, "Make yourself at home," as I comfortably threw myself on the couch. I know I should've cared more about how I acted around a boy, but I just didn't.

I got up to go grab a beer and asked Kendall if he wanted one. He accepted the offer and took the beer from me. As I turned to walk away, to go back to the couch, he surprised me.

He grabbed my waist, with his right arm. My right side fit perfectly on the inside of his elbow. His fore arm rested just below my stomach. Kendall's hand had a hard grip on my left hip, which pulled me backwards.

I felt him effortlessly pull me off the ground, with my back on his chest. I felt the front of his body and the back of my body caressing each other through our clothing. I could feel his hard erection growing, through his dark, almost navy, blue Levi jeans.

While still holding onto me, he put his beer on top of the mini fridge. Once he did so, he took my beer out of my left hand, and our fingers brushed. I felt a spark go through my fingers through the rest of my body. I wonder if he felt that too...