Happenstance (LGBTQ) [Editing]

Fifteen

I wake feeling Adam's palm moving down my body. I'm laying on my back so I turn seeing him staring at me. What is he doing?

"Adam."

"Yes baby."

My face got the signal to redden. Immediately blushing from his endearment. The follow up question I meant to ask slips me as I feel Adam's hand slip under my shorts on top of my panties.

"Tell me if I should stop Elliott." He groans.

I shake my head.

"No keep going."

This urges him to lean up on his side closer to me to have more room. Those large hands of his pull my shorts down. He kisses my forehead.

"You feel warm."

He looks down at my panties. Which is a white cotton pair with a delicate lace trim. At least I have on a cute pair. I'd be so embarrassed if I didn't.

"Elliott can I take these off?"

"Y-yes." I moan feeling pant up from wanting him to stroke me.

So he does ever so slowly. Dropping them to the floor. He sits up pulling me on his lap, with his legs spread so my but is set perfectly on his erection. My back is pressed against his chest. Adam sets his chin in my shoulder.

Out of no where he grips me. His hand being so large grips me all the way around.

"Hnm. That feels good."

I whine.

"Yeah. What about this?"

His thumb rubs the tip squeezing it lightly. I feel as he smears the drop of pre cum on it.

"Ah. Yes."

Adam chuckles. He continues rubbing my penis shaft with a soft grip. Like he doesn't want it to break. I inhale deeply loving his touch. Moan out "Adam please. Faster."

I've never felt like this before. No one has done this to me before other than myself. Adam listens to me gripping me with two hands now one at the base and the other further up.

I moan out softly. I can't believe he's doing this to me. My body is buzzing close as my stomach tense up. I thrust into his palm.

"That's it baby. Make yourself feel good."

Adma groans. His cock feels like a hammer underneath me. But he makes no move to stop me from moving on it.

I lean back bitting my lips as aloud scream threatened to blare for anyone close to here. I don't want my mom to hear us. Adam rubs me harder and faster like I need.

"Ah. I'm close."

"Its alright. Cum when you want."

Just as my penis goes to release, I hear a voice. "Elliott. Elliott..."

Waking to Adam moving hair out my face. Wait what just happened.

Was I dreaming?

Apparently so. I can feel a damp spot on my shorts. Oh fuck. Don't tell me I just had a wet dream while sleeping beside him. I open my eyes seeing him staring at me. Looking awake like he's been up for a while now.

"You okay Elliott?"

Deathly embarrassed at myself all I can so is nod vehemently. Please don't notice. Please don't notice. Hopefully he didn't hear me moaning in my sleep.

"What time is it?" I ask him once I feel brave enough to speak.

"After 2 pm." Adam confirms. His fingers continue to stroke through my locks. "How did you sleep?"

"Good. I have to use the bathroom."

"Yeah, its through that door." Adam points to the right. I nod getting up quickly running to his bathroom. Once I've locked the door I pull down my shorts checking myself. Thankfully the dampness is not noticeable but I can see it. I pull down the large T-shirt I'm wearing. It fall to my knees.

I had it on because when I woke this morning I switch to something comfortable knowing I'd be finishing my paper. I like being comfortable when I do my course work.

At least now Adam won't see it.

After splashing cold water on my face, I wash my hands then head back into his room. Finding him sitting up on his bed. He smiles at the sight of me.

"You want to go eat something? Afterwards I'll show you where my printer is."

I nod. I go over to him. Adam gets up. He leans in touching my face. Making me feel flushed for many reasons.

"I love that I make you blush so easy. Come I'll make us some lunch."

We left his room and venture to the kitchen. Adam still hasn't put on a shirt so his toned toros is all is see. I lick my lips. He notices and smirks.

"What about sandwiches? Hmm."

"Sounds good. Can I help?"

Adam's nods. So we go about making ham sandwiches together. He pulls out the bread and all the items while I gather the plates and knife. He spreads the mayo and the first slices of bread. I wash some pieces of lettuce for our sandwiches.

When we're done they look yummy with ham, pepper jack cheese, lettuce and pickles for mine. Adam claims he doesn't like pickles. He cuts each one in halve.

While we're eating I watch him. Staring at his tattoos and the way they compliment his skin tone.

"You like them?" Adam interrupts my staring.

"Yeah. They look good on you."

"Do you have any?"

"No I'm too scared to get one."

"It actually doesn't hurt that much if you can believe it."

I chew my bite before responding.

"Really? Maybe one day I'll get one."

He nods contining to eat. I stare off into space thinking about our date and what I should tell him. I still don't have any ideas. I'm so bad at this. Maybe I should ask my mom. Would that be weird?

Probably but I don't care. I need ideas. I'll ask her when I see her. We finished eating and Adam took me to his office where is computer, printer, and other works things are.

He told me to help myself to his stuff. I logged in on my Google docs and read my paper one last time to make sure it's good. Once I felt it's fine I pressed print on both sides so I can save his paper. The entire time Adam pulled up a chair and sat beside me keeping my company.

"Can you grab it for me please?"

"Sure sunshine. What was your paper about?"

Adam grabs the sheets and brings them to me. He hands me his stapler too.

"Thank you. It's from my social cultural class. It's an analysis on the specific cultural aspects as it relates to me and what I've learned so far from the course."

"Sounds interesting. Can I read it before you hand it in?"

"You want to read it. Why?"

Adam turns to me smiling.
"Because you wrote it."

So I hand it to him once I stapled the left corner. Adam went about reading my paper. Many expressions took to his face while he did so. From which parts I didn't ask because I didn't want to distract him. When he finished he gave it back. He took my hand after.

"Elliott you're a great writer. I loved it. I feel like I learned so much about you just from reading it."

"Thanks. That means I should hopefully get an A on it."

"Definitely sunshine. Let's go watch some TV."