The Boy I Knew

Pillow Talk....Kinda

We're halfway through the movie when PJ slowly moves his hand from my side down the front of my pants. My breath hitches, and I went from being slightly tired to wide awake instantly. I roll over onto my back and look at PJ, who is smiling a goofy smile. I shake my head and laugh.

"Oh really, you think so huh?" I joke. He bites his lip and nods, still smiling a bit.

"Please....I leave tomorrow...."

"Oh, so you're gonna pull that card?"

He shrugs innocently and we both laugh. He suddenly goes deeper with his fingers, and I throw my head back in pleasure.

"How about now?" He says slyly. All I can do is nod. He smiles and in the same instant he removes his hand from my pants, picks my head up off of his lap, and gets on top of me. He straddles me and slowly brings his head down till our noses are touching. He's such a tease sometimes. I lean up to kiss him and he pulls back with a devilish smile.

"PJ!!" I yell as I put a hand on the back of his neck and pull him towards me. Our lips collide, and his tongue instantly makes its way aggressively into my mouth. I return the favor. PJ breaks the kiss and sits up to take his shirt off.

"This is okay right? You're okay?" He asks breathlessly. I smile and nod. This is the second time we've had sex since we've been hanging out. And honestly, I'm completely okay with it. He makes me feel so special. He gives me butterflies, thinking back to when we were kids. He was my first, and I wouldn't have wanted it any other way. Being 17 back then we thought we were so grown, but now looking back at it, we were just kids. PJ smiles and starts to unbuckle his belt. I watch as he unbuttons his dickies pants and removes them. He bends down and kisses me again. He then pulls his boxers down, and I can see he's not joking. He wants me. He bends down and kisses me as he removes my pants and underwear. He wraps his arms around my torso and pulls me up. He pulls my shirt over my head and throws it on the floor. He unclasps my bra and let's it fall to the floor. He looks down at my chest. He grabs both of my boobs and pushes them together, kissing them. He places soft kisses on them one at a time, licking and biting every once in awhile. He's driving me absolutely crazy. He puts a hand on my chest and pushes me down. I lay down and he gets on top of me, kissing my neck. I reach down and grab him, and he lets out a moan as I massage him.

"Ah, fuck babygirl" He whispers into my ear, his voice rugged and breathy.

I must be driving him crazy too, as he grabs my hand away, and lines himself up with my entrance. I can feel him slowly push himself in, and the feeling sends me into pure ecstasy. He kisses and bites my neck as he moves slowly.

"This okay?" He whispers.

"Yes PJ. It's amazing" is all I can get out.

He increases speed and pressure, and now I feel like I'm about to meet my end. He is letting out small moans and groans, and it's absolutely adorable.

"Ah god damn baby" He says through clenched teeth as he keeps going, grabbing a handful of my hair. I can tell he's about to reach his end, and I am so close.

"Oh my god, PJ!!"

"Aahhhh FUCK, Camille!!"

Is all we can say before we both reach our limits. PJ pulls out and finishes, then collapses onto his elbows, head leaned on my chest as he pants to catch his breath. We lay there for a second to catch our breath and regain ourselves. PJ sits up and kisses my cheek.

"I'll go grab a towel. Get you cleaned up." He says, getting up and walking to the bathroom. I lay there, left with my thoughts as he walks out of the living room and down the small hallway leading to the bathroom. PJ hasn't said anything about when we'll ever see each other again. We've spent so much time together, what if he's had enough of me? What if he doesn't want to see me again? What if he never planned on it and this was just another fling. I begin to think I've fallen prey to a bad decision. My racing thoughts are interrupted when PJ comes back into the room with a towel. He wipes me off, then himself. He puts his boxers back on, and I put my clothes back on. We lay on the couch, me on my side and PJ laying behind me with his arms around me, chin nestled between my neck and shoulder. We lay there and watch TV. Well, PJ watches TV. While he is giggling at the movie we're watching, I'm completely occupied by the thoughts in my head again. As the many thoughts race, I can't contain it anymore....

"PJ...."

I say quietly, just as PJ starts laughing at a scene in the movie that I guess was funny. I hadn't been paying attention. He doesn't answer me. His laugh is adorable, I will say that....But slightly loud and obnoxious....

"PJ!"

I say louder over his laughter. He calms down and looks down at me.

"Yeah?"

"What are we doing?" I ask, barely letting him get his word out. He tilts his head, looking at me with a blank expression.

"Um....Post sex cuddle time?" He answers innocently. I can't help but let a tiny chuckle escape, followed by an eye roll.

"No, I mean....What are WE doing....Like....What are we?" I finally answer. I can feel him staring at me out of confusion. It's quiet for a few seconds and I think I might die from my nerves.

"Well....You wanted to take it slow right? So....Isn't that what we're doing?" He asks. I pull out of his arms and sit up to look at him. His arms fall off of me and he looks at me with more confusion.

"Okay, but I just....I just feel like...." I know what I want to say, but my words won't come out. PJ slowly props himself up with his arms and sits up.

"Yeah?...." He asks, prompting me to just spit it out already.

"I just need to know how this is going to go....You leave tomorrow, and I know we've spent almost all week together, but....Do you plan on seeing me again?" I finally finish what needed to be said. PJ just stares at me, trying to comprehend what I was saying.

"Camille...."

"Or am I just another fuck to you?" I interrupt him, and his face changes from confused, to concerned. His brows furrow, his eyes turn soft and filled with compassion. I look away and stare forward at the floor in front of me.

"Camille....Of course not" He answers, reaching for my hand. I pull away from him, and my eyes fill with tears. He slowly brings his hand back to his lap.

"Camille, sweetheart. What made you think that?"

"Because this is all just so, so....So fucking insane" I say, chuckling from nerves, tears escaping my eyes. "It all just happened so fast without warning, and now you're going to leave without any plans of wanting to ever see me again. I can't help but think I'm just an easy lay to you. I've been hurt too many times PJ and I ca...."

"-Move in with me."

My incessant rambling is interrupted by something I would have never, ever expected to come out of PJ's mouth....Not this soon....Not now....