A Racer's Heart

7: Cherry Chapstick

Mattie's POV:

Damn...
I sigh and look awkwardly at Dalia as she makes dinner Sunday night.
Thinking back to this past weekend, I sigh as I zone out...
When we got to her house Friday night, I was surprised to see she lived alone- she was a junior. I was nervous, but my mind didn't try to insult me as I sat on her bouncy bed.
"So, whatcha wanna do?" She asked.
She wore a tanktop which showed off her braless breasts and short shorts which showed off hairless, tan legs.
I gulped and tried to calm myself.
"Uhm, I dunno. D-do you draw?"
She grinned and pulled a pencil from god knows where.
"Yep~"
After waiting half an hour, she turns her sketchbook to face me and I see a beautiful girl with large, bright eyes and an hourglass figure.
"Who is it?"
She laughs and pokes my nose with her pencil.
"You, duh!" She begins to tickle me and my mind jumpstarts the insults.
She's going to use you. She'll see your scars and be disgusted.
As she tickled me, I laughed and fell over. She layed on top of me and stopped tickling, her hands resting on my sides and her eyes mischievous.
"So... know what you wanna do yet?"
I blushed profusely and gulped. Never having been the one being flirted with, I shyly placed my hands on her lower back as she moved her face closer to mine.
I closed my eyes as our lips made contact.
Cherry chapstick... she is using you.
I shut my eyes tighter as her hands slid up and down my sides, her lips soft and gentle.
She's literally sweet... you are disgusting.
I frowned for a second before realizing my hands were on her ass and her tongue was trying to get in my mouth.
I let it in.
Oh mah damn, she is smokin'...she is too good for you. When she realizes this, you will be thrown away like the trash you are.
I ignored my thoughts as her hands moved to my face and hair and mine began to slide up her shirt. She rolled over so she was on the bottom and pulled my mouth down to hers. My hands moved across her chest and she seemed shocked for a second before she began pulling at my jacket.
"Take it off," she whispered, biting my ear. I shivered and removed my jacket, forgetting about the scars.
She notices them and stares for a second before her eyes fill with concern and she kisses my wrist gently.
"Mattie..."
She pulls me slowly down to her again and we keep making out until she asks me to take off my shirt.
I self-consciously pull it off and she looks at my body before beckoning to the bra. I hesitate before flinging it across the room.
She kisses down my neck and stops at my collarbone, removing her own top and unbuttoning her jean shorts. We roll again so I'm back on top and I sigh, taking in her beauty before kissing down her neck and placing a gentle kiss on her stomach. She shudders and unbuttons my pants and...
I smile, remembering all of what happened before she sets down a plate of spaghetti.
"Thanks," I smile as she leans over and kisses my cheek.
"No prob, babe."
Babe... she called me babe...because you're a weak little crybaby.
I forced the thought away.
After eating, she drove me back to my mom's.
Kissing me goodbye, she waved and drove off. I went in, pretending nothing had happened. She was asleep in her room.
As far as she knew, I had just gone to a friend's house for the weekend.
I went upstairs and passed out.