hey readers! sorry i havent posted in a while i have been so busy with graduation and everything. hope you like the make-out scene!
cooment and read thanks to all you constant reader i love u guys!
his kiss was different this time, more wanting. i wanted more of him too. his hands were still on my shoulders pulling my lips to his. i think we were making out. i didnt really know what that meant, or what it felt or looked like so i just called it a "long intimate kiss" dorky i know.
his lips trailed along still wanting and taking. when he kissed me it felt like something that was dead inside me was living again. most of all it mademe feel whole inside like someone actually loved me and wanted me. i had never flet like that....ever. my parents didnt love,care about me, or want anything to do with my existence at all. i had jason to thank for that feeling.
i dont really know how but i was on the bed and so was he. we were still making out. it was awesome! a few mintutes later we were on our sides still kissing. he ran his hands down my torso. i froze for a second totally embarrassed. he didnt seem to notice my almost tangable embarrassment. he moved the collar of my shirt away and put two cold hands on my chest pressing me closer to him. our chests, knees, arms and lips were touching. his tounge swirled on the outside of my lips.
i moved my hands down to his chest and put my hands under his shirt tracing his 6 pack. his chest was warm and soft against my sweaty palms. i knew maybe we were going a little too far and i didnt want him to think that i was immature and didnt want to kiss him. trust me i did!. i made my descision. i grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it off. he helped willingly. we broke apart for a second. but very breifly. he looked into my eyes and then continued kissing me. i kissed him back exploring his lips and hiim exploring mine. he was pushed back against the backboard of my bed my hands on his bare chest. he pulled me on top of him so that iwas stratling this middle of his torso. i wasnt a slut or anything but i wanted to be with him. i wanted to push us to the next level but i didnt want to do anything i would regret.
wow charollete sluty!! i thought to myslef. i had suddenly forgotten where i was and how i had got in my bedroom. his kissses intoxicated me. it was like me being wasted but minus the alchoal. all my worries seemed to drift somewhere outside of my body where they couldnt haunt me. i felt dizzy and lightheaded at his constant touch
my wrist hurt but it could wait. he saw my hesitation when he looked at me and pulled away a few inches.
"charollete" he breathed on my lips hesistantly. "we should stop"
i thought for a second. i loved him more than anything in the world. but didnt know how he felt about me.
i didnt say anything for a while, as he looked at my face and continued to breathe hard in my lips inches from my face. i gave up and was too dizzy from looking at his face to even begin to wonder how i was going to feel if we continued.
he took my wirst in his hands still looking into my eyes. then he fianlly, after a long minute, looked down the same time i did and looked at my wrist. i was blue and purple. my usual colors i thoughti was fine.
what used to be a bloody mess was now a thin pink jagged line that ran down to the crease in my elbow. the blue stitching looking frail and was doing no real good use.
"we need to get these taken out" he said, gently turning over my hand and taking his palm in mine.
i groaned and then sighed. "ya.....ya i guess so"
the drive to Jason's house was long and unnerving. i hope i didnt freak out like i did when i got the stitches. i coulldnt do that again.
"dont be nervous charolette, your going to be fine." he said putting his hand on my thigh. i jumped at the unexpected touch on accident. he was going to pull away but i grabbed his hand tightly and squeezed it reasuringly. he turned to me breifly and smilied. i returned a half smile.
