I made my way to my house later last night. My parent’s never cared. They didn’t care about me. I stayed in my room the whole night thinking about Patrick. His perfect lips, his hair that always fell the right way, his devious smile, and his eyes, they spoke straight to my soul.
I laid on my bed, trying to sleep, yet it never found me. I felt horrible the next morning. School would be a drag I hated school so much when I got no sleep. I needed my weed, but for some odd reason I didn’t want to do it. I didn’t want to get high, because Patrick. He made me feel high and it always felt nice, just being with him, just seeing him, just talking to him. I truly think I’m falling for him, ugh!
I managed to put on sweat pants a wife beater and skate shoes. I pulled my hair back into a loose ponytail and I didn’t even bother with my makeup this morning.
My phone buzzed and it was a text from Chase, hey babe on my way to pick you up.
I didn’t feel anything when I text from him, nor did I feel anything when he kissed me. That was a different story with Patrick though. I grabbed my phone and texted Patrick, hey, can we talk after I get out of school?
Patrick: yeah, but what’s wrong?
Riley: Just need to see you
I smiled and thought to myself. I wasn’t just going to talk to him. I was going to try to ‘see’ him.
I heard a soft knock at my door and ran down the stairs of the large empty house. I opened it with a fake plastered smile on my face.
“Hi Chase.” I said without even looking at who it was.
“Riley, I’m pretty sure I’m not Chase.” That voice, that husky voice. I breathed in and smiled.
“Why Officer Fitz what did I do wrong this time?” I asked in a sexy tone.
“You’re being arrested for being too sexy.” He smiled and kissed my neck. I giggled at first, until he started kissing harder and harder on my neck. I pulled his lips to mine and kiss him hard. I slammed the door shut with my foot and pulled him up the stairs kissing him, like they always do in those sappy love movies. I felt like this was right out of a love movie. I pulled off his jacket as we walked to the top stair and just threw it on the banister.
He pushed me onto a wall as he deepened the kiss and started pulling at my shirt.
“Wait.” I gasped. “Let me tell Chase I’m sick not going to school.” He nodded as I grabbed my phone and told Chase not to come that I was sick. After Patrick saw I was done texting he grabbed my phone and slide in down the floor. He deepened the kiss more than he had the first time. He tugged my shirt off and threw it on the ground as he pulled my legs up around his waist and carried me into the only room on this floor, my room.
He threw me on the bed and climbed on top of me. I rubbed my hand under his button down shirt and started felt every single rig of every single perfect ab. They were perfect. I finally couldn’t take it I unbuttoned his shirt and threw it on the floor. He pressed his bare skin against my almost all the way bare skin as he kissed my neck and I couldn’t take it I let out a moan.
He unhooked my bra without even trying and I yelped as I felt exposed. I went to cover up my bare breast but Patrick grabbed my hand and kissed my cheek, “You’re perfect.” He smiled. I pulled at his belt and started to unbuckle it. I felt him harden under my very touch. I giggled to myself as the belt came loose. I teased him and unbuttoned his pants very slowly and I felt him get harder and harder until he pushed me off and pulled everything off of his body. He went to slide my sweat pants off but I slide them off as slow as I could and he finally just pushed me down and pulled them off faster than the speed of light.
Next he reached down and pulled my black thong off of me without even trying. I felt myself get nervous then. I hadn’t had sex with anyone but I have screwed around, but never the real deal. I was still a virgin. I bite my lip and looked into his yellow eyes with a fearful look.
“Are you sure?” His husky voice was sensitive and caring. I nodded. “Am I going to be your first?” He asked carefully. I nodded again. “If I hurt you let me know.” He said to me softly. I went to say ok and kiss him but I was struck with an overwhelming painful pleasure mix all in one. I let out a soft moan.
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