Theron
Being an almost eighteen year old dad is hard. Responsibilities are piled sky high and the odds of me being a good dad like mine was to me is quite bleak. But the smile on my baby's face makes me think I'm doing alright.
But along came Bobby...
And if my body had a say, I would come again, scared of what I might say.
Cause I'm at the edge.
BODY SAY – DEMI LOVATO
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Blaise
What in the hell is happening right now?
God, if you're messing with me then it isn't funny. If this is a dream nobody better wake me up. I always knew I had a wild imagination but hell, this beats every day dream, every fantasy, every wishful thought I had of being with Smitty Ray.
In most of the above I'm usually cuddling or pressed up against Smitty Ray but this-my perverted mind never once thought something like this could happen.
When Smitty Ray started leaning towards me I was shocked so I kept leaning back. But here we were, with Smitty Ray settled between my legs, my skin still tingling from his touch. His eyes darkened to a smoldering stare and my bones turned to jelly when his palm slid back down and he gripped my ass squeezing gently and pressed his lips softly to mine.
"Smitty." I couldn't help but say his name, running my hand along the expanse of his lower back and up his chest to cup his jaw, his fingers digging into my ass and his chest pressed against mine, I could feel how hard he was against my inner thigh and my own dick responded hardening more, swelling bigger until my stomach roiled. My ass clenched involuntarily thinking of Smitty Ray fucking me on my bed. Oh god, he feels so big. So hard.
My first time could very well be today. I could be losing my virginity to the boy I've been in love with pretty much my whole life. Would he be gentle? Would he let me take control? Maybe he should have the reigns because I have no clue what I'd be doing. Mangas can only do so much.
"What are you doing to me Blaise?" Smitty Ray whispered and I feel as if it was meant to be a silent question to himself.
"God Blaise, you're too fucking pretty for your own good." he mumbles and my eyes widen and my heart flips. He thinks I'm pretty? Oh god, I feel like I might start hyperventilating. This is too good to be true.
"You're just so fucking pretty." he mumbles and it's almost as if he's talking to himself. He looked confused, almost torn. He's having second thoughts. Oh hell he's going to hate me once whatever spell he's under wears off.
My eyes tear up. I don't think I could take him hating me. I've been border line stalking him for years and he's been cool with it. It was almost like he liked the attention, smiling off the weird things I did and most of them were embarrassing and suggestive. But he's going to hate me now.
