Jacob Perez is trying to get up my shirt. This is the third Monday that he has came over to my apartment after school. Every week we go a little further, and today, on November 13th at 2;37 pm, he begun inching his fingers across my stomach and toward my bra.
Jacob: Nyla?
I'm not sure whether Jacob is just saying my name for a question or he is uttering it in ecstasy. As much as I wish it were the latter, i conclude that it's the former. We're only 15 after all.
Nyla: Yeah?
Jacob: Is it ok if I.....
Jacob rubs his nose a few times. He's always tweaking his nose, I think its an anxiety thing.
Jacob: Would you mind if I....?
Nyla: I.... errr..... I mean....ummm....yeah
I was stuck not even knowing what to say at first but could you imagine your first time reaching second base. But Jacob and I don't score high on the communication front, especially once we've stuck our tongues into each other's mouths. I kinda think it's because we are not boyfriend and girlfriend or even friends, for that matter. Until the beginning of 10th grade Jacob and I just passed each other in the halls at school, sometimes waving, sometimes saying hi, and sometimes doing nothing....AT ALL!!! Which is kinda how it still is, except for this kissing aspect. i can't say it's what I want, but I know this is all it can ever be. It's just that Jacob Perez is a HUGE catch all of the girls want him. He has it all.... the swag, the hair, his smile, and his gorgeous eyes so who wouldn't want that.
But he's here
And he is an amazing kisser
FLASHBACK
On the 1st Monday of the school year Jacob slid into a seat next to me on the bus. We chatted the whole way across the park, comparing our summer breaks and complaining about Mr. Gordan, our spanish teacher. When we got off on Broadway, Jacob said he had an hour to kill before he had to get to work so i suggested that we could head to my apartment and hang out. I sounded innocent, but I have to admit I had other motives with Jacob. I was tired of being the only teenager in America.... maybe even in the world.... who had yet to have a french-kiss. Then came along Jacob a very sexy male with an hour to kill.
We stepped into the elevator on my building as I pushed the PH button
Jacob: (jokingly) so you live in a penthouse
I shot Jacob a flirtatious yet shy glare
Nyla: you know what they say about a girl
Jacob grinned, as soon as we got to my apartment i poured us a tall glass of fruit punch and we went to my bedroom. From there it didn't take that long.... 15 minutes to be exact until Jacob and I were making out.
Here's how it happened
I said that the juice was making my braces cold, and as I read in a magazine women should call attention to their mouths as in licking a lollipop or putting on lip gloss. Jacob reached over and touched my brackets, once our faces were close, i giggled then he soon leaned in and we kissed. At first it was nice and i liked the way Jacob smelled up close...his axe was strong, But then I started worrying. Does my inexperience show? What do i do with my tongue once it's in his mouth? Should I keep my eyes open? TOO WEIRD?! To close? Maybe. But what if HIS eyes are open and mine are closed and I make a freaky face and he sees it and laughs so hard that he bites my tongue. Ugh why did I think that..... you know what I think i just need to calm down. I tried to recall make out tips that i read, but I remembered this quiz in a teen magazine where you rate your kiss-ability on a scale of 1-10. I decided that I probably ranked about a 2, maybe 2 and a half.
Jacob; Wow...... sooo....
Nyla: sooo.....
Jacob looked at the clocked that was on my night stand and quickly got up
Jacob: Shit! I'm going to be late for work
END OF FLASHBACK
Which brings us to today, 2 Mondays later, sprawled on my bed yet again. Jacob has spent the past several minutes fumbling with my shoulder blades, I don't have the guts to tell him that this bra unhooks in the front. I'm also double and triple checking to make sure my door is locked, my workaholic parents rarely leave their offices before 7 o'clock, and most nights they eat dinner out or grab something on the run. But I'd hate this to be the day they come home early, only to discover their youngest child going at it with a guy.
Jacob: don't you want to....?
He gestures in the direction of my boobs
Nyla: That's not it.... (I pointed to the clock on my dresser) It's just you know, you have work
Jacob pushes his hair back, 'm tempted to rub my fingers through his hair, but I know that I shouldn't. I escort Jacob out of the door, He stands in the doorway and stares at me.
Jacob: Well thanks..... I'll see you in school
Nyla: Yeah
I give him a small smile
Jacob: Yeah
I try to get the courage to suggest the we sit together at lunch sometime, but I wimp out, say one final yeah, and closed the door.
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