Two years ago
he liked it sloppy, so i spat on it again and kept making circles on the tip whilst still giving attention to the rest of him.
i got excited at the sounds of him and began grinding on his thigh which automagically made my hands speed up.
"s-slow down Ly," he spoke, out of breath.
i fully focused on him again, slowing down the movement in my hips and just smiled at the sight of my own actions.
his body started clenching up, he no longer had control over his body so he came all over my hands. i kept going now that he was sensitive but he grabbed my hand and pulled me in for a hug. he was tired.
"Lyra," he called.
"Elias," i responded, pulling away from the hug and putting his boxers on.
"now that we date will we be doing a lot of that?" he asked referring to the hand job.
"were you okay the whole time?" i also asked, ignoring his question.
he nodded his head up and down dramatically whilst pulling me back into a hug.
"you stopped as soon as i was done Ly and it looked like you wanted to keep going,"
"you pushed my hand away elias, that means no," i responded.
i did like seeing him vulnerable but he's new to all this, i don't mind being gentle.
"will we kiss tomorrow at school or maybe even now?" he shyly said, looking the other way.
i laughed a little looking at his neck that was almost completely covered in purple from hickeys.
i felt guilt rush through my mind once he stopped talking, i'm his first everything.
he was so attractive and smart but for the most, he was innocent. the most innocent 16 year old boy i've ever met, he would move countries if he found out more about me but i just couldn't help it. i knew he liked me and i really liked him but it isn't right for me to hide the most important information about myself.
"i have to go now Elias, bye," i said collecting my things.
"you said it wouldn't be like this," he said after a few seconds of silence.
i looked at him, confused.
"you said you would make sure i'm okay and you would go at the pace that i want to go and right now i don't want you to go at all," he told me.
i was talking about the handjob, yes.
"grow a pair, my mom needs me, i'll text you elias."
"you haven't even checked your phone how do you know your mom needs you?" he asked.
kid thinks he's smart.
"do you really want me to make up another excuse?" i questioned.
"do you not like my size or how it looks? i heard you can change it with certain exercises," Elias replied, looking down at his boxers.
there's literally not a chance he heard that anywhere.
"everything is perfect. don't change anything, don't do any exercises. i just want to home," i clarified.
Elias didn't argue this, instead he jumped onto my leg while was i walking away.
"please stop trying to run from me, you're my girlfriend," he almost screamed like a child.
"Elias if you don't get off my leg i'll kick you in the face it's not a joke anymore,"
he immediately got off and i kissed him goodbye.
