Wrapped in Blood

Chapter 2: Relations

Chapter 2: Relations

                Today was Saturday which means church day.  I woke up in the morning still satisfied with what I did last night and sat up.  Sophie was already up and dressed.  She loved church because she got to dress up and then go down with the little kids and play games that are suppose to teach them about the bible.  The rest of us on the other hand have to listen to the boring lectures that the pastor gives us of how to live our lives and avoid sin.  For me church is hell and is boring.  It’s like ‘dude I can do whatever I want with my life and trust me I am not going to end up like you’.  But since my parents have control over me I must go to church if I like it or not.  I couldn’t wait until I was 18 because then I can move out and live my life on my own. 

                Just to annoy me as she always does Sophie ran into my room yelling “Church time gets dressed!”  I would then yell at her to get out and shut the door in her face and lock it.  I rubbed my temples when Sophie started telling mom that I shut the door in her face.  So of course mom made me unlock the door but I didn’t have to open it if I didn’t want to.  She then brought Sophie downstairs so she wouldn’t bother anyone.  I pulled out my black church dress from my closet and laid it on my bed.  Then my dad knocked on my door saying I had a visitor.  I already knew who it was so I opened the door and let him in.  I was right it was Bryon my hunky boyfriend.  I closed the door behind him and gave him a hug.  Bryon was my sweetie and probably one of the only people I fully trust.  He understands me and the complications I go through.  We have been dating for 3 years he is 17 and is only one year and grade older than me.  He came over often and every Saturday to come to church with me, which we usually don’t pay attention and only stand to sing songs so it looks like we are participating.  I have a horrible voice but Bryon says he likes it.  He thinks there is nothing wrong with me.  During church we usually point out funny things in the bible passage we are talking about and make fun of our pastor which we have come to the conclusion that he is gay.  Bryon has tan skin and brown hair.  I love his caramel colored eyes and his smile was to die for.  “Hey,” he said, “hey,” I said back.

“Ready for church?” he asked.

“Not really,” I replied.

“Look, I know you don’t like it but at least smile because you know how much I love your smile.”

He then took me over to the bed and held me on his lap.  He was 5’8” and I was only 5’5 1/2”.  I hugged him there until I pulled away to get dressed.  I started undressing and stepping into my dress and tights.  We have seen each other naked before so it didn’t bother either of us because we were comfortable with it.  (Bryon actually looks hot naked under my circumstances.)  But to be the courteous gentleman he is he looked away sneaking some quick glances as I got dressed.  When he saw that I was having trouble zipping the dress in the back he walked over and helped me.  Then he took my favorite perfume off the shelf and sprayed some on my neck.

“You look beautiful,” he said “and now you smell extremely well also.”

                The perfume reminded me of roses in the park.  Then I realized that he didn’t have his tie on right so I fixed it for him and then I said,

“There now you look as pretty as me.”

                I then stretched on my tippy toes to give him a big kiss which soon turned into something else as he lifted me off the ground and I wrapped my arms and legs around him.  I was happy to be close to him and his warm hands came down my back to my bottom paused a minute and then continued down my legs to the backs of my knees.  My hands went around his neck down his shirt to his bare back.  Our lips and tongues were still moving in a vibe.  I loved it whenever he touched me it was delicate as if he could break me (which he probably could) and his lips were like kissing a cloud while his tongue traced a pattern in my mouth.  Three minutes into our little two person party my mom walked in on us.  Her jaw dropped and she sternly told us to stop and pointed to me and said she would talk to me later.  My mom also told us that breakfast was ready and we needed to get downstairs.  She then walked out of the room and closed the door behind her.  I walked over to my jewelry box and pulled out my favorite necklace.  It was a silver skull with a gold heart around it and in the skulls mouth was J+B.  Bryon got it specially made.  I slipped the necklace on and Bryon said,