He gently laid me down on my bed and brushed my light brown hair behind my ear. Everything leading up to this moment had happened so quickly, that all I could do was anticipate what would happen next. He stared deep into my hazel eyes and it felt as though the world had stopped moving. For a second, I thought for sure that he would back out and refuse to go any further with me. But he didn't. He leaned in and kissed me with immense passion. I wanted this. I wanted him, more than ever. His hands slid up and down my shaking body. I was nervous for the events that would follow. As we continued to kiss, he slowly started to unbutton my white, oxford shirt. Once he finished, he ripped off his shirt in a swift motion. He resumed kissing me as I ran my hands up the smooth skin of his back into his soft, black hair. I let his hands explore my body freely. Before I knew it I was on top of him and unzipping his navy blue pants. He slid them off along with his boxers and looked to me to do the same. I timidly slipped my jean skirt off. I was left in only my black laced bra and black underwear. It was at this moment that I began to hesitate. Did I really want to go through with this? With him? Andrew Thompson. The same Andrew Thompson who has most likely done this with dozens of other girls. He reached for my small hands with his large, rough ones. As if what I was thinking was written all over my face he said, "I can wait..." And at that moment those were the only words I needed to hear. I kissed him with as much emotion as I could possibly muster. He slowly slid the straps of my bra off my shoulders, but I couldn't wait any longer. I quickly unclasped it, slid down my underwear, and climbed on top of him.
And the rest was history.
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Skin
Teen FictionSerena Emerson is the daughter of millionaires, the younger sister to arguably the world's most handsome man, a dreamer, and most of all a fool for the love of Andrew Thompson. Andrew, on the contrary, is middle-class, an only-child, and almost inca...
