Love....Such A Silly Game We Play

CHAPTER 9: The BEST Weekend Ever!!

<<ANTHONY>>

        Why does she think so badly of herself? Yes, that 'hulk' joke was a little funny, but I couldn't laugh at it. Because she wasn't making it like a regular joke to be funny. It was more like she was making the joke about herself to hide from the pain and disgust she feels with her body.

          But why does she not see how beautiful she is? Why can't she see that she has the perfect body? But most importantly, how did she ever get to feeling that way about herself?

         Now, I was serious about her borrowing my clothes, but especially the naked part. I would love to see her beautiful curves exposed and her soft skin against mine as I hear her screaming out my name as I taste her and feel her lips around my coc...... I had to stop before I became more aroused than I already was just being around her.

          I suddenly smell burnt eggs and bacon. "Shit! Shit! Shit!" I say while quickly moving the skillet quickly over towards the sink and  letting the cool water from the faucet, soak the skillet and cause it to cool down before the smoke alarm went off.

          As I look at the now burnt and inedible breakfast. It's time for plan b. I'm calling delivery.

 
          I ordered us a couple of breakfast burritos from one of my favorite Mexican food places. I hope she likes breakfast burritos.

          I wait for her to get out and come down to eat. To which, not even fifteen minutes after the food came, that I saw her walking down the stairs. She actually looked sexy as fuck in my gym shorts and an old GreenDay shirt I hadn't seen in a long time. I'm really glad that she found something of 'mine' to wear.

          I look at her as she takes a seat next to me, I can't help but have lust in my eyes. Imagining taking off that shirt and gym shorts.

           She looks at me and catches me looking at her. I notice her blushing.

          "Sorry, I accidentally burned the breakfast so, I ordered us a breakfast burrito. If you don't like them, I can order...." I began before she cut me off.

          "No. I love these. Thank you. I'm starving." She then bites her lower lip as if she's regretting saying that with an excited tone.

         "Me too." I laughed a little bit.

         We ate the burritos and watched some cartoons. Which was interesting that she liked watching them too while she ate, as did I.

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         We ended up playing a few games, watching a few movies while sitting on the couch and her head on my chest as my arm was around her. Neither one of us knew how we got to that point. Then again, neither did we notice it enough to care. Besides, it felt really nice either way. But, then after a couple of the movies, I noticed her yawning. She has such a cute yawn.

          I look down at her and smile. "Are you tired?" I ask softly.

          "A little. But not a lot." She replies.

         "We can go to bed if you want to." I suggested.

          "Okay. But you're gonna have to move." She says with a small chuckle.

          "Why's that?" I asked her.

          "Cause you are sitting on my bed." She chuckles a little bit.

          "You aren't sleeping here. You're gonna sleep with me tonight. In my bed." I tell her.

          She doesn't say anything. So I start thinking that she either has already passed out or she's in shock. I hope it's that she is in shock. Though I don't mind her passing out in my arms and we sleep here.

           "OK." I hear her softly reply.

          I have a huge smile on my face now. But I quickly hide it so that she doesn't get freaked out.

         We both then get up and start heading towards the bedroom. 

        As we walk into the bedroom, she walks over towards the window and looks across at her window.

        "Are you okay?" I ask while walking up behind her.

        "Yeah." She replies. "It's just weird that I'm looking at my window from yours."

         "Is that a bad thing?" I ask, standing just a few inches away from her now.

         I badly wanted to wrap my arms around her waist and kiss her neck softly. But I wasn't sure in how she'd react. And everything is going so great that I don't want to ruin it. Then again, she needs to know how I feel.

        I'm new to all this feelings and romantic stuff that I have no idea in what to do. Also, I have never had to work at all to get a girl to want me or like me.

        Before I could say or do anything, she turned around and our lips were so close to each other that we could feel each other's breaths.

       I wanted to kiss her. But would she let me?

        'Fuck it!' I thought to myself. I'm just gonna do it.

         I gently placed my hand on the side of her cheek and looked into her eyes. I then started to lean in closer until my lips were on hers. I started kissing her softly and passionately. And one of the best parts was, she was kissing me back.

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<<MEL>>

        Oh my god, is he really kissing me? And more importantly, am I kissing him back? Should I be?

        His lips on mine feel so good. He is such a great kisser and his lips are so soft.

        As we continue kissing, I feel one of his hands slowly move up and down on my back. And as much as I appreciate the gesture, I can't help but wonder why he doesn't take me like he does with all the other girls? I want to feel him inside of me and scream his name....Quickly, my thoughts get interrupted as he pulls his head away then leans his forehead onto mine.

        "I have wanted to do that to you for so long." He says with a lowered voice.

        "So have I." I replied.

        We both look at each other and start to smile.

        He then gives me a quick kiss on the lips before telling me to lay down.

         To which I happily comply to doing. As I lay down, he leans down and slowly lays down on top of me while starting to kiss me again.

        This is it. I thought. I am going to have sex with Anthony.

        But wait. I can't. I thought to myself. I don't want to become another girl that he gets to add to his fuck list or whatever it is he has.

        I place my hand on his chest and push him back a little bit.

        "I'm sorry."I tell him. "I can't."

        "It's okay. And don't be sorry. I should be." He begins.

        "There's no need for you to be." I assure him.

        "Yes. I shouldn't have kissed you without asking you first or..." he begins.

        "No. Believe me, I have wanted you to do that to me for so long. But, just, I don't want to be just some other girl that you tell your friends you scored with. Especially, with me being the fat girl." I told him.

         "Hey. First of all, you aren't fat. You are a beautiful curvy woman. Second, I don't go around telling my friends about my sex life. And three, you aren't just some other girl to me. You're more than that to me." He replies with the look of concern displayed on his face.

          With that, I kissed him again and we made out for a while before I fell asleep in his arms.

          For the rest of the weekend, it was amazing and also, he told me that we were gonna wait to have sex for the first time together. Which that right there, made my heart melt a little bit. Awwww.

Next Chapter coming up! :)