Gotta Find You

Think Less

Vivienne's POV

Elio Perlman. God, am I in love? He's gorgeous and he seems so smart and worldly. I just loved the way I felt when I was around him. I can't remember the last time I felt so giddy, or if I've ever been that giddy.

Two classes with him, three days a week. I literally couldn't ask for anything more. Except maybe...ugh gosh. It's been two weeks since the beginning of school, and meeting him, yet he still hasn't taken up my offer of coming over to my dorm room. 

I wanted to hang out with him, one on one. Of course, smiling and gazing at one another and chit chatting in class was lovely, but I needed to feel that same initial spark. Was it gone? Was it ever really there? Perhaps he didn't think of me the way I thought of him. If I thought of my studies as much as I did about Elio, I'd be Valedictorian at graduation. 

Just when nearly all hope was drifting away, there was a knock on my door. It was evening time, and no one ever knocked on my door. It had to be him. Finally. Feeling my heart beat in my stomach, I hustled over to the door, but not too quickly, so he didn't think I was just sitting around waiting for him, which I was.

I turned the door handle and the door opened to reveal my ultimate crush. "Elio Perlman." I said calmly and smiled softly. "Vivienne Clarke." We were both so disgustingly proper. "Nice of you to stop by." He shrugged, "I would have come sooner, but I haven't really been doing anything other than school stuff."

"Well, thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule for me." I teased. "It's not like that. I wanted you to have time to settle in too." So considerate. "Come in, sit down, get comfy." I put my arm out a little bit to invite him inside my room. He obliged with a kind smile and stepped in.

"So, what were you doing before I interrupted?" he asked, plopping down on my bed. "Just reading for class." "Oh, yeah, I read the whole book already." My eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, I was not expecting him to say that. I mean, I knew that he liked to read, but reading an entire book for class when only the first four chapters were assigned was something else.

"Wow, okay. Just don't spoil anything for me, overachiever." I said, walking over and sitting on the bed with him. "I'm a reader, I can't help it. I've always been this way." He leaned back and stretched his back some. I couldn't help but notice how comfortable he was in my space and presence already.

He propped his head up on his elbow while he lay down on my bed and looked up at me with a cute, contented grin on his face. I blushed, "What?" He shook his head, smirking, "Nothing." He looked away, as if 'nothing' was really it. But I wasn't going to let up.

"Elio, what are you thinking about?" "I'm not gonna tell you." "You're not gonna tell me?" I repeated his words in my question. "Hmm-mm." he hummed, shaking his head 'no.' "Okay," I shrugged, "that's fair, I guess." I scooted away from him and picked up my book, pretending to get back to reading.

"What are you doing, Viv?" he asked, and my heart beamed upon hearing him shortening my name for the first time, it felt so intimate. "Well, I might as well get this done if you're not going to tell me what you're thinking about." "I'm just thinking." he said plainly.

Okay, this was ridiculous, I was getting annoyed. "If you won't tell me, then why did you come here?" I shut the book dramatically and sat up straight to look him directly in the face. He was clearly defeated, "Fine, it's you, okay? I just think about you all the time. Things I wanna say, but don't have the courage to. Things I wanna do with and to you, Vivienne."

There it was. The words I so desperately wanted to hear from him. Him and no one else. I opened my mouth to speak, unsure of what words were going to come out. But in a stunning move, Elio ripped the book from my hands and dropped it to the floor.

He lunged softly onto my body and my breath left my lungs as his green eyes drew close. He put his arms on either side of me and he relaxed his body onto mine. Slowly, achingly, he leaned in to kiss me on the lips. It was so soft and sweet. The best first kiss of my life.

Elio pulled away, our lips sticking together a little with our saliva. The feeling of his long, lean frame nestling against me was making my temperature rise. He looked at me, and I knew he was wanting the same thing as I did. I used my legs to squeeze his sides. His hand wandered down to my hip, resting there and kneading my flesh through my pants.

Smut Warning.

He leaned in and kissed me again, more intense this time, moving his lips freely and I tussled my tongue with his. I decided to take a step further and slip my hands up the back of his shirt. His skin was so smooth, feeling his warmth under my fingertips was getting me wet.

As I pushed his shirt upward, he softly grinded his crotch between my legs. He was growing hard, I could feel it. I pulled his shirt up, and he raised up slightly to help me get if off of his head. I ran my hands down his chest and abdomen, he was absolutely beautiful. "Ooh, Elio." I sighed dreamily, of course I wanted to encourage him, but I was even more excited when I reached between us and felt him up. 

He hissed lightly as I groped his member through his jeans. I shifted myself to the side, not wanting to wait any longer, and removed my pants. Subsequently, Elio slipped his hands into my panties, sliding his long fingers between my folds. "Fuck, you're so wet." he said under his breath. I laid back on the bed, just enjoying what he was doing to me.

He quickly found my clitoris, and grazed his finger over it, irritating it just enough to begin to edge me. It felt good, but somehow I knew he was holding back. He was wanting me to want him more. I opened my eyes to watch him and he met my gaze. "Is this what you came for?" I don't know what possessed me to ask the question, but it was delivered nonetheless.

Elio stilled his fingers, and said, "Not exactly. I just wanted to be with you." I swallowed, nodding, "Okay, I just didn't want you to think any less of me if we slept together." I didn't want him to think I was an easy lay and that's it. I really like him, and I wanted him more than just in a sexual way. "No, no. As long as you wouldn't think less of me." he smirked and dropped his head down to capture my lips.

As we made out, he pushed my underwear down, and they too met the ground. I heard his zipper come undone, and he moved between my legs again. He cooed with a little groan as his lips parted from me. "Maybe we both should just... think less. Just go with the flow, Viv." he suggested and with that, he pushed himself into my wetness. He made a whine fall from my lips and my toes curl. 

My body clung to him submissively as he fucked me in the best and sweetest way. I had an orgasm for the first time ever during sex. No one had made me come other than myself, and now Elio did it with ease. I don't know if it was his body, his eyes seeing into my soul, or the combination of both, but I was hooked.