Lolita

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

It’s been around a month and a half since I’ve known Lolita, and let me tell you, I’ve never been happier. We went on plenty of dates, getting ice-cream (her suggestion), taking walks in the park, lunches in cafés, lazy days spent cuddled in bed in my apartment.

I’ve grown used to her touch, the smell of her hair and waking up in the morning to her beautiful eyes. She’s slept over my flat several times, and most of the time I spent watching her sleep. Watching her chest move rhythmically under the long t-shirt she had on which she used as a nightgown. Her small feet would be intertwined with mine, toes curling randomly in her sleep. Sometimes she slept talked, and I listened carefully trying to identify what she was trying to say.

Sometimes I would question her but she would just snuggle closer to my neck, warm skin connecting with mine. I wrapped my arms around her body then, my head on top of hers with my eyes closed and my thoughts only filled with her beautiful face.

She told me she wanted to take the relationship slow, but then the next day she wasn’t sure if that would happened because she liked me so much. We made out a lot and I would sometimes fondle her breasts to which she would moan in my mouth and it would turn me on.

I was yet to see her beautiful naked body beneath mine, touching her private parts gently as I would enter her. The thoughts of us having sex wouldn’t leave my mind, so matter how many times I tried to subside them. She wasn’t ready for that yet, I’d guessed. I didn’t want to push it on her. I want her to feel safe with me, even though that’s probably the farthest thing she is.

But to be fair, I would have done anything to protect her. If she was threatened I would have knocked the person out, cursing at them and telling them if they were ever to talk to her like that again I would kill them.

It happened once when we were in a bar. I had left to take a piss, something I learned never to do when Lolita’s sitting at a bar. It was a stupid decision really, to leave a beautiful young girl alone at the bar table. Because when I got back, she was talking with another man, and his hand was on hers. I saw the discomfort in her eyes, and every few seconds she would around for me, as if she needed my help.

I had approached the man with a scowl on my face.

“Get your hands off my girl.” I snarled, ripping his larger hairy hand from her small soft one. She looked up at me with relief and worry in her eyes.

“Whoa, chill the fuck out. I was just having a talk with her.”

“Well, don’t. You can leave now.”

“Don’t tell me what the fuck to do.” When the man stood up and came face to face with me that’s when I felt Lola grab my hand and squeeze it. I glanced down at her and knew she was begging me not to do anything. For her will, I just gave the man a look as if to say I’d kill him if he touched her again, and took the seat next to her.

When the man finally stalked away, I heard Lola release a breath.

“That scared me.” She admitted.

“I would’ve knocked him out.” I gritted my teeth, remembering the way he was touching her.

She shook her head. “I’m glad you didn’t. I wouldn’t want you getting hurt.”

I chuckled. “Trust me baby, I wouldn’t be the one getting hurt.”

She gazes at me for a while long before sipping at her fruity mix. I ordered another beer and we spent the rest of the night drinking together before heading back to my flat and falling asleep in my bed.