Kissing In Colorado

Kissing In Colorado: Love you too, sweet cheeks! [2]

"Kale, seriously! I can't move!"

"So?"

"You're annoying."

"I know."

"Please just get up."

"I like sitting on you."

"You're on my back."

"I'm aware."

"Kale, why are you sitting on my back?"

"You're comfortable."

And, that's how we stayed for a few hours. I was laying on the bed, on my stomach, watching the television, Kale perched on my back. And, he was heavy.

"I hate you," I mumbled.

"Love you too, sweet cheeks."

"Kale!"

"Yes, darlin'?"

"Aw,"

I loved when he called me darlin', it was adorable.

"Please get up. I'm hungry."

"Yep, I'm going to bring some food over to Kayla's."

"You're going over there?"

"I called the police on her husband! I can't just not go over there."

"Yes you can! Kale, that's a bad idea. She's going to be mad."

"Yeah, well I did a little research. Kayla's not rich, her husband is. He's been major of this town for a few years now, and apparently, Kayla and the kids don't get a cent. That's why her clothes were kinda dirty, they were all she had. Let's see how mad she is when I give her money and food."

"You're sweet," I whisper, kissing his cheek.

"I've been told," He said, climbing off my back.

I sat up, and there was a sharp shooting pain down my back. I gasped.

"You OK?" Kale asked turning back towards me.

"Yeah," I lied.

"No you aren't. Your back hurt? Sorry, darlin'."

"It's not your fault." I laughed before continuing, "Actually, it is, Mr. I'm going to sit on my girlfriend's back ."

"Aw, i'm sowy."

"You're cute. Rub it." I grumple, laying back on my stomach.

He tugged at the edge of my shirt, waiting it off. I agreed. I mean, I had a bra on, and he'd seen me in my bikini, and we are dating. It wasn't like anything was going to happen. He kissed down my back, sending tingles down my spin, as he rubbed his hands against it. 

"It hurts," I groaned.

He masaged it for a while, every now and then leaning forward and kissing my bare back.

"Take off your bra," he mumbled.

"Kale!"

"Hanna, I just want to rub your back there. C'mon, please?"

"You don't need me to--"

and he unhooked it.

"Kale!" I exclaimed.

"Shut up, I'm not looking. And, even if I was, it shouldn't matter. You're 17. Most people have done stuff before, and I'm sure pretty much every 17 year guy has seen his girlfriend's boobs."

"I just don't feel comfortable."

"Well, I won't look. Just lay down and cover them with your hands. I just want to rub your back. It's not like I'm asking to see them, or anything. I'll even leave the room when you put it back on just in case it like falls or something. OK?"

"I don't--"

"Fine," Kale groaned, standing up.

"Wait, don't leave."

"I'm just going in the bathroom while you put it back on."

I grabbed his wrist, allowing the bra to fall to the floor.

"There."

"You didn't have to--"

"I know, but I love you, and I trust you, and I wanted to. Now, my back hurts, get rubbing."

He rubbed my back for about an hour, which actually made it feel a lot better.

I re-clipped the bra and smiled at him, still not wearing a shirt.

"I told you nothing would happen," He smirked.

"You wish something happened,"

"Sure as hell I do, but I respect you enough to not let anything happen."

"Uh, thanks I think?"

"Yeah, you think right. You're welcome, beautiful." He whispered kissing my lips softly.

I fell back onto the bed, and he crawled over me, still kissing my lips with force.